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Dinner in Hogsmeade Pt II
Beneath The Surface
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I\'m just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
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Chapter 13 – Dinner in Hogsmeade Part II
Severus had sorely underestimated Miss Brown’s interest in their current predicament. He would have to resort to his typical methods of intimidation to try and put a stop to the potential damaging rumors before leaving the restaurant.
“The evening grows late, Hermione, perhaps it is time to retire.” Severus said to her as he finished the last of his wine and ordered the waiter to charge their dinner to his account.
“What, no dessert?” Hermione said playfully as she swirled the last bit of wine around her glass.
Severus smirked at what her comment implied, and decided not to answer her with a sarcastic remark. Instead, he stood and held out his hand to her so that he could escort her out of the restaurant.
As they made their way towards the door, Severus settled his hand firmly on the small of Hermione’s back, and stopped her just in front of Lavender Brown.
Hermione smiled awkwardly and squeezed Severus’ hand, wondering just what he planned on doing.
“Miss Brown, I trust you will have a pleasant evening” Severus said smoothly putting on his most ‘Mess with the bull, you get the Horns’ face.
Lavender’s expression was a cross between shock and fear, as Severus nodded politely in her direction and urged Hermione towards the exit. She knew that they had obviously seen her there as she had seen them, and now there was a seed of fear growing in her gut. If she were to say anything to anyone about this evening, Professor Snape would surely know who was to blame.
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As they headed back towards the cottage, Hermione breathed deeply into the night air. It was cool and crisp without the dreadful humidity that usually permeates the summer nights.
“Why did we stop at Lavender’s table, Severus?” Hermione asked him, knowing he was not one to indulge in idle chitchat with former students.
“I simply wanted Miss Brown to know that I was aware of her presence. If she decides to partake in spreading gossip, she’ll know that I am aware that it was she who started it. I believe she has enough…fear of me…that she would think twice before opening her vile mouth.”
“I see.” Hermione said a little wistfully, “Severus, you never answered my question earlier…”
“What question would that be, Hermione?” Severus drawled silkily. She couldn’t possibly be talking about that question…
“I had asked you if you wanted dessert…” Hermione said as she looked up into his eyes. They had just reached the door to the cottage, and she put her hand on his arm to still his movements.
“Miss Granger…” He started until she covered his mouth with hers, kissing him softly and probing his lips with her tongue. He finally relaxed into her and began to respond, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. His hands drifted to her hips and squeezed gently as she leaned into him and moaned softly. She had always imagined what kissing those lips would be like without the haziness of alcohol, and now she knew…it was heaven.
Severus slid one hand up her waist and to her neck where he caressed small circles with the pad of is thumb while he kissed her. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he felt as though he was somehow taking advantage of her, even though she seemed to clearly want him. This, as amazing as it felt, should stop before things get too complicated. They needed to work together to achieve a goal. A relationship would only complicate matters. They couldn’t afford distractions. Severus broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, studying the emotion he saw there.
“I told you, my name is Hermione…” She whispered breathlessly, and caressed his cheek with her thumb.
His eyes closed momentarily as he leaned into her touch before he could stop himself.
“Hermione, we shouldn’t do…” He started before she captured his lips again in another searing kiss.
“Shhh…” She whispered against his ear while she planted kisses along his jaw, “Just feel, Severus.”
He was lost. He knew he should stop her, but at this moment, no amount of reasoning or logic could make him push her away. Her petal soft lips moved back up his throat to his mouth once again, where he returned her kiss with more passion than she had ever experienced.
She grasped her wand and slipped her hand behind her to release the wards on the doors. After fumbling for a minute, the door was open, and Severus was backing her through the doorway. He held her face with both of his while kissing her, almost as if he were afraid she would disappear. She heard a loud bang somewhere in the haze her mind become, and realized he had kicked the door shut with his foot while blindly steering her towards the couch.
He eased her onto the couch, and pulled the green scarf gently from her neck. With her bare neck exposed, he planted kisses down her throat and over her collarbone. Her eyes closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. She had never felt the need to be closer to anyone as strongly as she felt it for him at this moment. She couldn’t even imagine the world stretching beyond the feeling of his lips nuzzling her neck.
With a boldness she wasn’t aware she possessed, she pushed him up into a sitting position and climbed into his lap. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as she crushed her lips to his once again. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her body close against his. She could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart, and felt sure he could feel hers racing as well. His hand slid up her side, and slowly caressed her breast. She let out a whimper and ground herself against him, feeling his arousal for the first time.
She planted kisses down his neck and began to unbutton the small buttons of his linen shirt, exposing his pale chest. She began moving against him, feeling his hardness through his trousers pressing against her in all the right places. His hands moved deftly to her back where he unzipped her dress, easing the small thin straps over her shoulders. He looked into her eyes for a moment before taking one of her small pink nipples into his mouth.
As she felt his warm mouth on her breast, and his aroused member moving against her through the thin fabric of her knickers, Hermione lost herself to her first orgasm. With her eyes clamped shut, and only the sound of her heart beating wildly, she cried out Severus’ name then slumped against him panting for breath.
He felt her body tense and her movements become erratic and knew that she must’ve found her release. He stilled his movements and held her as she regained her senses.
She kept her face buried against his chest, and meekly said “Severus…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”, too embarrassed to look into his eyes.
“Shhhh, it’s alright, Hermione. Have you ever…?” He trailed off not knowing how to phrase such a delicate question. It wasn’t often Severus was at a loss for words, but this was one of those times.
“No, I haven’t.” She said quickly feeling the awkward-ness of the conversation.
“I think we should both retire to our separate rooms before this goes any further.” Severus said, not meaning for it to sound harsh, “I think it’s for the best.”
Tears sprung to her eyes as she felt the sting of rejection. She put herself to rights and climbed off of him, doing her best to remain calm, “Well in that case, good night Professor.”
Ouch. She had reverted back to using his title. No doubt she had done that purposefully to make him feel like a cad. He did feel like a cad.
“Hermione…” He called out as she had turned away, already heading in the direction of her room, but she didn’t turn around.
Fuck.
By: Sharkdiver
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling. They are NOT MINE. I\'m just borrowing them for a good time. No profit is being made from this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus Snape is currently researching a potion that could serve as protection from the effects of the Cruciatus curse. After Harry and Ron are sent to the Auror Academy, Albus Dumbledore arranges for Hermione Granger to assist in the research of this invaluable potion as an apprentice to Severus. Will they be able to overcome their differences for the greater good? (SS/HG)
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Chapter 13 – Dinner in Hogsmeade Part II
Severus had sorely underestimated Miss Brown’s interest in their current predicament. He would have to resort to his typical methods of intimidation to try and put a stop to the potential damaging rumors before leaving the restaurant.
“The evening grows late, Hermione, perhaps it is time to retire.” Severus said to her as he finished the last of his wine and ordered the waiter to charge their dinner to his account.
“What, no dessert?” Hermione said playfully as she swirled the last bit of wine around her glass.
Severus smirked at what her comment implied, and decided not to answer her with a sarcastic remark. Instead, he stood and held out his hand to her so that he could escort her out of the restaurant.
As they made their way towards the door, Severus settled his hand firmly on the small of Hermione’s back, and stopped her just in front of Lavender Brown.
Hermione smiled awkwardly and squeezed Severus’ hand, wondering just what he planned on doing.
“Miss Brown, I trust you will have a pleasant evening” Severus said smoothly putting on his most ‘Mess with the bull, you get the Horns’ face.
Lavender’s expression was a cross between shock and fear, as Severus nodded politely in her direction and urged Hermione towards the exit. She knew that they had obviously seen her there as she had seen them, and now there was a seed of fear growing in her gut. If she were to say anything to anyone about this evening, Professor Snape would surely know who was to blame.
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As they headed back towards the cottage, Hermione breathed deeply into the night air. It was cool and crisp without the dreadful humidity that usually permeates the summer nights.
“Why did we stop at Lavender’s table, Severus?” Hermione asked him, knowing he was not one to indulge in idle chitchat with former students.
“I simply wanted Miss Brown to know that I was aware of her presence. If she decides to partake in spreading gossip, she’ll know that I am aware that it was she who started it. I believe she has enough…fear of me…that she would think twice before opening her vile mouth.”
“I see.” Hermione said a little wistfully, “Severus, you never answered my question earlier…”
“What question would that be, Hermione?” Severus drawled silkily. She couldn’t possibly be talking about that question…
“I had asked you if you wanted dessert…” Hermione said as she looked up into his eyes. They had just reached the door to the cottage, and she put her hand on his arm to still his movements.
“Miss Granger…” He started until she covered his mouth with hers, kissing him softly and probing his lips with her tongue. He finally relaxed into her and began to respond, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. His hands drifted to her hips and squeezed gently as she leaned into him and moaned softly. She had always imagined what kissing those lips would be like without the haziness of alcohol, and now she knew…it was heaven.
Severus slid one hand up her waist and to her neck where he caressed small circles with the pad of is thumb while he kissed her. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he felt as though he was somehow taking advantage of her, even though she seemed to clearly want him. This, as amazing as it felt, should stop before things get too complicated. They needed to work together to achieve a goal. A relationship would only complicate matters. They couldn’t afford distractions. Severus broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, studying the emotion he saw there.
“I told you, my name is Hermione…” She whispered breathlessly, and caressed his cheek with her thumb.
His eyes closed momentarily as he leaned into her touch before he could stop himself.
“Hermione, we shouldn’t do…” He started before she captured his lips again in another searing kiss.
“Shhh…” She whispered against his ear while she planted kisses along his jaw, “Just feel, Severus.”
He was lost. He knew he should stop her, but at this moment, no amount of reasoning or logic could make him push her away. Her petal soft lips moved back up his throat to his mouth once again, where he returned her kiss with more passion than she had ever experienced.
She grasped her wand and slipped her hand behind her to release the wards on the doors. After fumbling for a minute, the door was open, and Severus was backing her through the doorway. He held her face with both of his while kissing her, almost as if he were afraid she would disappear. She heard a loud bang somewhere in the haze her mind become, and realized he had kicked the door shut with his foot while blindly steering her towards the couch.
He eased her onto the couch, and pulled the green scarf gently from her neck. With her bare neck exposed, he planted kisses down her throat and over her collarbone. Her eyes closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. She had never felt the need to be closer to anyone as strongly as she felt it for him at this moment. She couldn’t even imagine the world stretching beyond the feeling of his lips nuzzling her neck.
With a boldness she wasn’t aware she possessed, she pushed him up into a sitting position and climbed into his lap. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as she crushed her lips to his once again. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her body close against his. She could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart, and felt sure he could feel hers racing as well. His hand slid up her side, and slowly caressed her breast. She let out a whimper and ground herself against him, feeling his arousal for the first time.
She planted kisses down his neck and began to unbutton the small buttons of his linen shirt, exposing his pale chest. She began moving against him, feeling his hardness through his trousers pressing against her in all the right places. His hands moved deftly to her back where he unzipped her dress, easing the small thin straps over her shoulders. He looked into her eyes for a moment before taking one of her small pink nipples into his mouth.
As she felt his warm mouth on her breast, and his aroused member moving against her through the thin fabric of her knickers, Hermione lost herself to her first orgasm. With her eyes clamped shut, and only the sound of her heart beating wildly, she cried out Severus’ name then slumped against him panting for breath.
He felt her body tense and her movements become erratic and knew that she must’ve found her release. He stilled his movements and held her as she regained her senses.
She kept her face buried against his chest, and meekly said “Severus…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”, too embarrassed to look into his eyes.
“Shhhh, it’s alright, Hermione. Have you ever…?” He trailed off not knowing how to phrase such a delicate question. It wasn’t often Severus was at a loss for words, but this was one of those times.
“No, I haven’t.” She said quickly feeling the awkward-ness of the conversation.
“I think we should both retire to our separate rooms before this goes any further.” Severus said, not meaning for it to sound harsh, “I think it’s for the best.”
Tears sprung to her eyes as she felt the sting of rejection. She put herself to rights and climbed off of him, doing her best to remain calm, “Well in that case, good night Professor.”
Ouch. She had reverted back to using his title. No doubt she had done that purposefully to make him feel like a cad. He did feel like a cad.
“Hermione…” He called out as she had turned away, already heading in the direction of her room, but she didn’t turn around.
Fuck.