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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,482
Reviews:
6
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The Munchies
The legal stuff
THE MUNCHIES
A huge pair of eyes,
flanked by even larger ears, peered into the closet.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK,
“ screamed Dobby at the sight of the tall man, ready to strike.
“Professor Snape, Professor Snape, please don’t be striking Dobby
dead, sir. Dobby is a good house
elf, serves the Potters well, sir. Harry
Potter would be most distressed if something happened to Dobby,”
Hermione snatched the wand
right out of Severus’ hand. Severus
turned wide eyes to Hermione before looking pointedly at his now empty hand.
She giggled at the look on his face; then covered her mouth with her
hand, trying to muffle the sound of her laughter.
Dobby threw himself into
her arms, knocking her to the floor. “Miss
Hermione, Miss Hermione. Thank you
so much, Miss. The Potions Master,
he would have fried Dobby for sure, Miss. Dobby
did nothing wrong.”
Hermione struggled to free
herself of the bouncing House Elf. “Hold
on, Dobby. What are you doing
here?”
“Harry Potter gave Dobby
leave to visit with Winky for the Holidays, he surely did.
Winky and Dobby was sitting in the kitchens when Peeves, he comes flying
through, singing a song about the teachers being locked in the potions closet.
Well, Miss Hermione, Winky and Dobby, we got the Bloody Baron, we did
Miss.”
He stopped to take a breath
before rushing on, “Then, Peeves,
he told us what he did, Miss. Winky
and I were most distressed. I
rushed right down here, I did and turned on the fan.
Then the Potions Master, he’s going to fry Dobby. He is, Miss, He is.
Dobby is most grateful to Miss Hermione, most grateful indeed.”
“Ok, Dobby, we get
the picture. I can assure you that
I will most assuredly NOT incinerate you, unless...” Severus paused for
effect, “ You don’t get off of Professor Granger this instant.”
With a squeak, the house
elf was up and out the door. Severus
extended his hand to Hermione. She
reached up to allow him to help her to her feet. But instead of pulling her up, he just stared at her for a
moment. Then he said, with a smirk,
“My wand, please.”
Hermione tried to hide her
smile again, and placed his wand in his hand.
Severus slipped the wand up his sleeve and extended his hand again.
This time, when she took it, he pulled her to her feet.
Hermione swayed a little at
the change in position and placed her hand on his chest to steady herself.
She looked up into his dark eyes, “I won’t look at his mouth, I
won’t look at his mouth, I won’t look at his mouth. Oh, shit.”
She looked at his very sensuous lips and back up at his eyes quickly.
She saw him incline his
head a bit, as he looked at her mouth as well.
He leaned in slowly…
Severus realized what he
was about to do and stopped immediately. He
jerked his head back and his hand out of hers.
He observed the hurt in her eyes, but knew it couldn’t be helped.
They were both feeling the very euphoric effects of the fumes and he
would not take advantage of her in this condition.
Besides, there was a
feeling gripping him and it wasn’t even remotely sexual.
“Hermione, are you
hungry?? I mean for food, are you hungry.
I’m really hungry. Want to go find something to eat???”
A short time later, the two
Professors were stretched out on the floor before the fireplace in the Great
Hall. Scattered around them were
the remains of the meal Hermione had requested from the house elves.
She had introduced Severus to the best junk food the Muggle world had to
offer: potato chips, french onion
dip, pizza, Spaghetti O’s (with franks), and Rocky Road ice cream.
Severus lay on his back, an
arm thrown back pillowing his head, watching the blizzard roar on the ceiling
above. Hermione lay beside him on
her stomach, head propped in her hands, staring into the fire.
“Severus?”
Hermione asked quietly.
“Mmmmmhmmmmm?”
“I think the fumes are
wearing off.” She sat up and
looked down at the man beside her. “Do
you feel it?”
He looked up at her and
reached to push an errant curl from her cheek.
He entangled his fingers through her hair and pulled her to him.
When their lips were just about to meet, he stopped and pulled his head
back. Looking deeply into her eyes,
he whispered, “Oh yes, I feel it.” He
finished pulling her head down and took her mouth in his.
She felt his tongue
slipping across her lips, asking for entrance. She granted him that access and
asked the same of him. His arms
came around her and drew him down on top of her.
She moaned as her breasts were crushed against his body. At that slight
sound, he rolled them, and drug his mouth away from her.
He looked down at her,
breathing heavily. “Come on,”
he whispered and jumped to his feet, “There’s something I want to show
you.”
THE MUNCHIES
A huge pair of eyes,
flanked by even larger ears, peered into the closet.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK,
“ screamed Dobby at the sight of the tall man, ready to strike.
“Professor Snape, Professor Snape, please don’t be striking Dobby
dead, sir. Dobby is a good house
elf, serves the Potters well, sir. Harry
Potter would be most distressed if something happened to Dobby,”
Hermione snatched the wand
right out of Severus’ hand. Severus
turned wide eyes to Hermione before looking pointedly at his now empty hand.
She giggled at the look on his face; then covered her mouth with her
hand, trying to muffle the sound of her laughter.
Dobby threw himself into
her arms, knocking her to the floor. “Miss
Hermione, Miss Hermione. Thank you
so much, Miss. The Potions Master,
he would have fried Dobby for sure, Miss. Dobby
did nothing wrong.”
Hermione struggled to free
herself of the bouncing House Elf. “Hold
on, Dobby. What are you doing
here?”
“Harry Potter gave Dobby
leave to visit with Winky for the Holidays, he surely did.
Winky and Dobby was sitting in the kitchens when Peeves, he comes flying
through, singing a song about the teachers being locked in the potions closet.
Well, Miss Hermione, Winky and Dobby, we got the Bloody Baron, we did
Miss.”
He stopped to take a breath
before rushing on, “Then, Peeves,
he told us what he did, Miss. Winky
and I were most distressed. I
rushed right down here, I did and turned on the fan.
Then the Potions Master, he’s going to fry Dobby. He is, Miss, He is.
Dobby is most grateful to Miss Hermione, most grateful indeed.”
“Ok, Dobby, we get
the picture. I can assure you that
I will most assuredly NOT incinerate you, unless...” Severus paused for
effect, “ You don’t get off of Professor Granger this instant.”
With a squeak, the house
elf was up and out the door. Severus
extended his hand to Hermione. She
reached up to allow him to help her to her feet. But instead of pulling her up, he just stared at her for a
moment. Then he said, with a smirk,
“My wand, please.”
Hermione tried to hide her
smile again, and placed his wand in his hand.
Severus slipped the wand up his sleeve and extended his hand again.
This time, when she took it, he pulled her to her feet.
Hermione swayed a little at
the change in position and placed her hand on his chest to steady herself.
She looked up into his dark eyes, “I won’t look at his mouth, I
won’t look at his mouth, I won’t look at his mouth. Oh, shit.”
She looked at his very sensuous lips and back up at his eyes quickly.
She saw him incline his
head a bit, as he looked at her mouth as well.
He leaned in slowly…
Severus realized what he
was about to do and stopped immediately. He
jerked his head back and his hand out of hers.
He observed the hurt in her eyes, but knew it couldn’t be helped.
They were both feeling the very euphoric effects of the fumes and he
would not take advantage of her in this condition.
Besides, there was a
feeling gripping him and it wasn’t even remotely sexual.
“Hermione, are you
hungry?? I mean for food, are you hungry.
I’m really hungry. Want to go find something to eat???”
A short time later, the two
Professors were stretched out on the floor before the fireplace in the Great
Hall. Scattered around them were
the remains of the meal Hermione had requested from the house elves.
She had introduced Severus to the best junk food the Muggle world had to
offer: potato chips, french onion
dip, pizza, Spaghetti O’s (with franks), and Rocky Road ice cream.
Severus lay on his back, an
arm thrown back pillowing his head, watching the blizzard roar on the ceiling
above. Hermione lay beside him on
her stomach, head propped in her hands, staring into the fire.
“Severus?”
Hermione asked quietly.
“Mmmmmhmmmmm?”
“I think the fumes are
wearing off.” She sat up and
looked down at the man beside her. “Do
you feel it?”
He looked up at her and
reached to push an errant curl from her cheek.
He entangled his fingers through her hair and pulled her to him.
When their lips were just about to meet, he stopped and pulled his head
back. Looking deeply into her eyes,
he whispered, “Oh yes, I feel it.” He
finished pulling her head down and took her mouth in his.
She felt his tongue
slipping across her lips, asking for entrance. She granted him that access and
asked the same of him. His arms
came around her and drew him down on top of her.
She moaned as her breasts were crushed against his body. At that slight
sound, he rolled them, and drug his mouth away from her.
He looked down at her,
breathing heavily. “Come on,”
he whispered and jumped to his feet, “There’s something I want to show
you.”