Very Nearly Veela
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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57,841
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163
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This fic is a compilation of different authors. We do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Morning After
Chapter 18 ~ The Morning After
Hermione's head pounded as she groggily stretched in her bed, her feet caught in the velvet sheets. Her breath tasted rank and smelled infinitely worse. The witch squinted as the light was too much for her tired eyes. Hermione lazily brought a hand up to her scalp to massage it, and was welcomed with an unbelievably tangled mess.
"What the devil is in my hair?" she hissed.
Her fingers came into contact with a cool, creamy, liquid that coated her tangled curls. She looked over and gagged as she realized she had wallowed in her own vomit the entire night. She vaguely remembered waking up just to throw up.
She groaned into her hands loudly, wondering what she had done last night.
"At the time, you were trying to rape me," her former Potions Master purred from the foot of her bed.
"No means no, Hermione," he smirked.
The witch parted her hands the see the dour wizard looking smug. He was dressed in his normal black robes, but his hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail. The sunlight cascaded over his pale skin which only seemed to Hermione's eyes more.
"Step away from the sunlight, Professor, your complexion is blinding," she snapped at Severus.
He scowled darkly, before letting his gaze fall to her exposed chest. It took Hermione a while to register where his eyes were, she was so dizzy.
"Oh good gods! How is it that I always end up nude around you?" she seethed as she pulled the cover over her chest.
Hermione propped herself on her elbows, trying to avoid her mess, as she looked at Severus evenly.
"Now, what is the nonsense about me trying to 'rape' you? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I am surprised that I still have my virginity even though I keep losing my clothes."
Severus snorted at the young witch.
"In your inebriated state last night, you tried numerous times to seduce me. They were all hearty attempts. Even a little striptease, albeit a striptease that was the equivalent of a toddler's."
Hermione scowled, which received a a smirk from him.
"But in the end, Hermione, you are lucky you only 'lost' your clothes last night after I found you nude and willing in my bed. More than willing."
Hermione visibly reddened at the intensity of his sharp gaze. The memory of Snape staring hungrily after her began to take form. Dear Merlin, she played with herself in front of him. Best not to mention it now. A little heat rose in her as she swallowed down the arousing fear she felt being so vulnerable, so easily accessible to him. Only a thin piece of fabric separated the two.
"Please, do not get shit-faced while in my domicile again, Hermione. It does not bode well with your... it just does not bode well with you at all."
Hermione seemed to soften at that statement.
Severus sighed and walked towards the door.
"Now, I suggest we get some breakfast in you, the Gods know you need it after you threw up your stomach. However, in your current state, you should take a shower before the house elves mistake you for a banshee. Until breakfast."
Severus quickly closed the door as Hermione threw her vomit-ridden pillow at him. He chuckled as he heard her hiss "insufferable bastard" from beyond the door.
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Severus watched Hermione as she ate her spinach omelette, occasionally taking a bite from her sausage. He sipped from his coffee mug as he contemplated the young woman before him. She wore a rather dismal robe, the color a charcoal grey. Her long (now clean) hair up in a neat, tight bun. No doubt she was making up for her lack of propriety last night. Still, her behaviour was unusual. It was normal, under the circumstances, that Severus should feel drawn to the nearly Veela witch. But for Hermione to actually try and seduce him of all people, even if she was drunk, was completely unexpected.
Was it because of when she first touched him? Maybe something she sensed? Or perhaps the fact that the man she had been pursuing for a number of years turned out to be gay, she now simply desired to be wanted by anyone who would have her...
And have her he would.
But first, he must get rid of that blasted Veela attribute in her. There was no way he would allow the witch to have the upper hand and try to control him. The dark wizard pursed his lips as he stared into his cup, ripples unsettling his reflection.
How?
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A/N: Hope to have this serve as a 'get back on track' chapter. Or whatever. :^)
Hermione's head pounded as she groggily stretched in her bed, her feet caught in the velvet sheets. Her breath tasted rank and smelled infinitely worse. The witch squinted as the light was too much for her tired eyes. Hermione lazily brought a hand up to her scalp to massage it, and was welcomed with an unbelievably tangled mess.
"What the devil is in my hair?" she hissed.
Her fingers came into contact with a cool, creamy, liquid that coated her tangled curls. She looked over and gagged as she realized she had wallowed in her own vomit the entire night. She vaguely remembered waking up just to throw up.
She groaned into her hands loudly, wondering what she had done last night.
"At the time, you were trying to rape me," her former Potions Master purred from the foot of her bed.
"No means no, Hermione," he smirked.
The witch parted her hands the see the dour wizard looking smug. He was dressed in his normal black robes, but his hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail. The sunlight cascaded over his pale skin which only seemed to Hermione's eyes more.
"Step away from the sunlight, Professor, your complexion is blinding," she snapped at Severus.
He scowled darkly, before letting his gaze fall to her exposed chest. It took Hermione a while to register where his eyes were, she was so dizzy.
"Oh good gods! How is it that I always end up nude around you?" she seethed as she pulled the cover over her chest.
Hermione propped herself on her elbows, trying to avoid her mess, as she looked at Severus evenly.
"Now, what is the nonsense about me trying to 'rape' you? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I am surprised that I still have my virginity even though I keep losing my clothes."
Severus snorted at the young witch.
"In your inebriated state last night, you tried numerous times to seduce me. They were all hearty attempts. Even a little striptease, albeit a striptease that was the equivalent of a toddler's."
Hermione scowled, which received a a smirk from him.
"But in the end, Hermione, you are lucky you only 'lost' your clothes last night after I found you nude and willing in my bed. More than willing."
Hermione visibly reddened at the intensity of his sharp gaze. The memory of Snape staring hungrily after her began to take form. Dear Merlin, she played with herself in front of him. Best not to mention it now. A little heat rose in her as she swallowed down the arousing fear she felt being so vulnerable, so easily accessible to him. Only a thin piece of fabric separated the two.
"Please, do not get shit-faced while in my domicile again, Hermione. It does not bode well with your... it just does not bode well with you at all."
Hermione seemed to soften at that statement.
Severus sighed and walked towards the door.
"Now, I suggest we get some breakfast in you, the Gods know you need it after you threw up your stomach. However, in your current state, you should take a shower before the house elves mistake you for a banshee. Until breakfast."
Severus quickly closed the door as Hermione threw her vomit-ridden pillow at him. He chuckled as he heard her hiss "insufferable bastard" from beyond the door.
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Severus watched Hermione as she ate her spinach omelette, occasionally taking a bite from her sausage. He sipped from his coffee mug as he contemplated the young woman before him. She wore a rather dismal robe, the color a charcoal grey. Her long (now clean) hair up in a neat, tight bun. No doubt she was making up for her lack of propriety last night. Still, her behaviour was unusual. It was normal, under the circumstances, that Severus should feel drawn to the nearly Veela witch. But for Hermione to actually try and seduce him of all people, even if she was drunk, was completely unexpected.
Was it because of when she first touched him? Maybe something she sensed? Or perhaps the fact that the man she had been pursuing for a number of years turned out to be gay, she now simply desired to be wanted by anyone who would have her...
And have her he would.
But first, he must get rid of that blasted Veela attribute in her. There was no way he would allow the witch to have the upper hand and try to control him. The dark wizard pursed his lips as he stared into his cup, ripples unsettling his reflection.
How?
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A/N: Hope to have this serve as a 'get back on track' chapter. Or whatever. :^)