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Inching Closer to Paradise
Chapter 13 ~ Inching Closer to Paradise
Hermione eyed the young wizard, who now stood in readiness, not even looking at her face, staring at the house robe that concealed her body from him.
“Er . . . Mr. Snape . . . eye contact,” she said to the wizard, who looked up at her, his eyes shifting back downward a couple of times before he could actually focus.
Looking at the young wizard, Hermione had to admit he was a handsome specimen, though his youth was evident. He was lean and sinewy, with well developed abs and legs like runners legs. Spare black hair peppered his thighs and calves. His feet were rather big, and judging by the enormous size of the tent in his boxers, the statement about wizards with big noses and feet was true, at least in his case.
”Now, would you mind telling me just where you heard I’d require the amount of foreplay you believe I do?” she asked him, frowning at the excited look on his face.
”I didn’t hear it. I researched it. I’ve been studying sex since my fifth year. It’s quite fascinating in theory,” the wizard replied. “I can’t wait for the actual application.”
He took a tentative step toward Hermione, who scowled at him blackly. He stopped.
”Well, you’re going to wait,” she snapped at him. “At least until I get some kind of understanding of what you think is going to happen. How did you research this, if you don’t mind me asking?”
”Textbooks,” he replied shortly, his eyes helplessly falling back to her housecoat.
”Textbooks? What kind of textbooks? Biology?” the witch demanded.
”Oh no, Professor. Biology books just talk about the function, not the skills involved. I’ve read ‘The Joy of Sex” and “The Illustrated Book of the Kama Sutra” from cover to cover at least a hundred times apiece. I know what I’m supposed to do, and . . . and I have a couple of positions I’d like to try too . . .”
Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows.
”Mr. Snape. I’m not a joy witch that you can just twist into any contorted position and go to town on. My gods, boy. Don’t you have any sense of propriety?” she asked him, shaking her head.
”I don’t think I’m supposed to when it comes to sex. Propriety ruins it from what I understand,” he replied logically. “I’m supposed to be . . . open and willing and adventurous.”
He licked his lips as his eyes moved lower, resting on her thighs. For a moment, Hermione felt like covering up in something more than a house robe.
“Am I going to have to wait long?” he asked her, a bit of a whine in his voice.
Hermione sighed. It made no sense to try and put this off any longer. The boy looked as if he were going to explode if he wasn’t huffing and thrusting in the next five minutes.
“Come on, Mr. Snape. And I don’t need forty-five minutes worth of foreplay. In fact, I don’t need any. We can just get right to the fucking,” she said as she entered her bedroom.
Severus’ mouth dropped open at her use of such foul language. It was as if he were frozen in place. Hermione stuck her head back out the door.
”Are you coming, Mr. Snape?” she snapped at him.
”Yes,” he breathed, hurrying into the bedroom behind the witch. He looked around the dismal room. She only had a four-poster bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a wooden chair. There were no paintings or decorations of any type. It was quite austere. There wasn’t even a rug on the cold stone floor.
Hermione turned to look at him.
“I . . . I want to do foreplay,” Severus said, frowning at her slightly, “I want to learn about your body and what to do to it to make it respond to me. I can’t learn it if I just have intercourse with you. It’s all part of shagging.”
Hermione snorted.
“Mr. Snape, you are probably the only wizard in the wizarding world who ever bothered to crack the cover of “The Joy of Sex.” Believe me, men function without foreplay just fine. All they need is a willing female and they go into automatic. That tent in your shorts proves the truth of that statement,” the witch said, looking at his fabric covered erection. It certainly was large.
“Maybe we are easily aroused, but that doesn’t mean we’re all the same. I know I don’t want to rush through this, Professor. I don’t want it to be terrible. I want you to like it,” he said softly, then suddenly, he ran back into the other room.
Hermione sighed again. He wanted her to like it? How in the hell could she like it? The only reason she’d agreed to bed the boy was to keep him from becoming worm food.
Severus returned with his wand.
“I’m supposed to set the mood,” he said to her, flicking his wand.
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Hermione started as she heard a wah-wah sound, then sensuous music began to play.
I been really trying baby, trying to hold back this feeeeeling for soooo loooong, and if you ---
Hermione slashed her wand, stopping the music
“What the hell was that?” she demanded, looking at Severus incredulously.
“Mood music. I researched it and that’s supposed to be the song that is shagged to the most,” he said, both eyebrows raised, “I thought you’d like it.”
“Well, I don’t!” she snapped, “Do me a favor, Mr. Snape, save your attempts at making this a ‘romantic’ situation, because it isn’t. I’m doing this only to keep you from dying you silly fool. No other reason. I am not attracted to you.”
Severus looked at her, his face sober.
”You’re not attracted to me yet. Maybe you will be when this is all over and you’ll let me come back,” he said softly, his eyes full of emotion.
”That will never, ever happen, Mr. Snape,” she spat at him, “Believe me.”
Snape blinked at her, then lifted his hand, concentrated, then tapped his wand to his fingertips. Slowly a rose formed, colored a deep purple and black. It was beautiful. He held it out to her. Hermione had never seen anything like it.
”It’s for you,” he said softly, “I made it for you like this just to show you that . . . that to me, you’re like this rose, Professor. It’s beautiful, but it’s colored with . . . with pain. I just want . . . just want . . .”
The wizard’s voice faltered as he looked at the witch, who was staring at the flower he held out in his pale hand. No, Mr. Snape wasn’t smooth or suave. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to make her be less cruel to him, so he did what many males before him had done in order to win a woman over . . . made a gesture. And it was an honest one.
“Please,” he implored her, “Please take it, Professor.”
Hermione hesitated, then slowly approached the young wizard and took the flower from him. She sniffed it. Yes, it was a real rose. An amazing bit of magic really. It took deep emotion to create a living thing . . . emotion and a bit of soul. The wizard had given her a part of his soul. No one had ever done that.
No one.
”Thank you, Mr. Snape,” she said.
”You’re welcome, Professor,” the wizard breathed.
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A/N: I know it’s short, but :::shrugs::: I need to regroup for the next chapter. Thanks for reading.
Hermione eyed the young wizard, who now stood in readiness, not even looking at her face, staring at the house robe that concealed her body from him.
“Er . . . Mr. Snape . . . eye contact,” she said to the wizard, who looked up at her, his eyes shifting back downward a couple of times before he could actually focus.
Looking at the young wizard, Hermione had to admit he was a handsome specimen, though his youth was evident. He was lean and sinewy, with well developed abs and legs like runners legs. Spare black hair peppered his thighs and calves. His feet were rather big, and judging by the enormous size of the tent in his boxers, the statement about wizards with big noses and feet was true, at least in his case.
”Now, would you mind telling me just where you heard I’d require the amount of foreplay you believe I do?” she asked him, frowning at the excited look on his face.
”I didn’t hear it. I researched it. I’ve been studying sex since my fifth year. It’s quite fascinating in theory,” the wizard replied. “I can’t wait for the actual application.”
He took a tentative step toward Hermione, who scowled at him blackly. He stopped.
”Well, you’re going to wait,” she snapped at him. “At least until I get some kind of understanding of what you think is going to happen. How did you research this, if you don’t mind me asking?”
”Textbooks,” he replied shortly, his eyes helplessly falling back to her housecoat.
”Textbooks? What kind of textbooks? Biology?” the witch demanded.
”Oh no, Professor. Biology books just talk about the function, not the skills involved. I’ve read ‘The Joy of Sex” and “The Illustrated Book of the Kama Sutra” from cover to cover at least a hundred times apiece. I know what I’m supposed to do, and . . . and I have a couple of positions I’d like to try too . . .”
Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows.
”Mr. Snape. I’m not a joy witch that you can just twist into any contorted position and go to town on. My gods, boy. Don’t you have any sense of propriety?” she asked him, shaking her head.
”I don’t think I’m supposed to when it comes to sex. Propriety ruins it from what I understand,” he replied logically. “I’m supposed to be . . . open and willing and adventurous.”
He licked his lips as his eyes moved lower, resting on her thighs. For a moment, Hermione felt like covering up in something more than a house robe.
“Am I going to have to wait long?” he asked her, a bit of a whine in his voice.
Hermione sighed. It made no sense to try and put this off any longer. The boy looked as if he were going to explode if he wasn’t huffing and thrusting in the next five minutes.
“Come on, Mr. Snape. And I don’t need forty-five minutes worth of foreplay. In fact, I don’t need any. We can just get right to the fucking,” she said as she entered her bedroom.
Severus’ mouth dropped open at her use of such foul language. It was as if he were frozen in place. Hermione stuck her head back out the door.
”Are you coming, Mr. Snape?” she snapped at him.
”Yes,” he breathed, hurrying into the bedroom behind the witch. He looked around the dismal room. She only had a four-poster bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a wooden chair. There were no paintings or decorations of any type. It was quite austere. There wasn’t even a rug on the cold stone floor.
Hermione turned to look at him.
“I . . . I want to do foreplay,” Severus said, frowning at her slightly, “I want to learn about your body and what to do to it to make it respond to me. I can’t learn it if I just have intercourse with you. It’s all part of shagging.”
Hermione snorted.
“Mr. Snape, you are probably the only wizard in the wizarding world who ever bothered to crack the cover of “The Joy of Sex.” Believe me, men function without foreplay just fine. All they need is a willing female and they go into automatic. That tent in your shorts proves the truth of that statement,” the witch said, looking at his fabric covered erection. It certainly was large.
“Maybe we are easily aroused, but that doesn’t mean we’re all the same. I know I don’t want to rush through this, Professor. I don’t want it to be terrible. I want you to like it,” he said softly, then suddenly, he ran back into the other room.
Hermione sighed again. He wanted her to like it? How in the hell could she like it? The only reason she’d agreed to bed the boy was to keep him from becoming worm food.
Severus returned with his wand.
“I’m supposed to set the mood,” he said to her, flicking his wand.
*************************************************************
FOR INTERACTIVE STREAMING MUSIC CLICK HERE
http://www.theburningpen.com/Switch/lgio.m3u
*************************************************************
Hermione started as she heard a wah-wah sound, then sensuous music began to play.
I been really trying baby, trying to hold back this feeeeeling for soooo loooong, and if you ---
Hermione slashed her wand, stopping the music
“What the hell was that?” she demanded, looking at Severus incredulously.
“Mood music. I researched it and that’s supposed to be the song that is shagged to the most,” he said, both eyebrows raised, “I thought you’d like it.”
“Well, I don’t!” she snapped, “Do me a favor, Mr. Snape, save your attempts at making this a ‘romantic’ situation, because it isn’t. I’m doing this only to keep you from dying you silly fool. No other reason. I am not attracted to you.”
Severus looked at her, his face sober.
”You’re not attracted to me yet. Maybe you will be when this is all over and you’ll let me come back,” he said softly, his eyes full of emotion.
”That will never, ever happen, Mr. Snape,” she spat at him, “Believe me.”
Snape blinked at her, then lifted his hand, concentrated, then tapped his wand to his fingertips. Slowly a rose formed, colored a deep purple and black. It was beautiful. He held it out to her. Hermione had never seen anything like it.
”It’s for you,” he said softly, “I made it for you like this just to show you that . . . that to me, you’re like this rose, Professor. It’s beautiful, but it’s colored with . . . with pain. I just want . . . just want . . .”
The wizard’s voice faltered as he looked at the witch, who was staring at the flower he held out in his pale hand. No, Mr. Snape wasn’t smooth or suave. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to make her be less cruel to him, so he did what many males before him had done in order to win a woman over . . . made a gesture. And it was an honest one.
“Please,” he implored her, “Please take it, Professor.”
Hermione hesitated, then slowly approached the young wizard and took the flower from him. She sniffed it. Yes, it was a real rose. An amazing bit of magic really. It took deep emotion to create a living thing . . . emotion and a bit of soul. The wizard had given her a part of his soul. No one had ever done that.
No one.
”Thank you, Mr. Snape,” she said.
”You’re welcome, Professor,” the wizard breathed.
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A/N: I know it’s short, but :::shrugs::: I need to regroup for the next chapter. Thanks for reading.