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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult ++
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3
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3
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Morning has broken
By the time the two of them had dissentangled themselves from one another and had actually got some clothes on, it was 7 o\'clock.
Berni hurried to the great hall ahead of him, so that there would be no arousal of suspicion, if any of the students got one whiff of a scandal between teachers they would never hear the end of it.
Snape meanwhile was heading along the corrior leading to the library, he had been charged with the responsability of opening the library for today. It wasn\'t often that Madame Pince gave the key of her beloved library to somebody else. He unlocked the door and propped it open with the door stopper. The stench of half-decreped books hit his nose, like the air that rocks your body when an underground train. He stalked inside, checked to make sure that the restricted section didn\'t have any books the Slytherin common room didn\'t. He smiled, as usual the library was stocking all the books gryffindors and hufflepuffs seemed to be stuck to like a limpet when it came to using for homework.
His eyes flicking across the rows of book covers finding nothing new and definatly nothing exciting, everything in here he had either already read or was simply wasn\'t worth the bother.
Heading back towards the door along another encrusted row of bookshelves, his black eyes still moving rapidly over ancient texts and worn-out covers.
He had reached a break in the labyrinth of bookshelves.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye, he automatically looked towards whatever it was, he approached the form, haunched over the desk, face dug deep into the book in front of her.
He recognised the unruly bushy hair of Hermione Granger. His eyes regarded her for a moment, \"What do you think you are doing here?\" his voice slipping out of his thin mouth. It didn\'t move, he stood for a few moments thinking of how to wake her up with out, hopefully, touching her.
He grabbed the book she was using as a pillow, and pulled at out from underneath her. He watched as her head fell almost gracefully towards the desk.
\"Owww. What the ...\" she stuttered awake, the sleep in her eyes only helping to make her appearance even more ragged.
\"Miss. Granger, watch your tongue!\" he replied with his normal spite-filled voice, \"I see, researching for MY potions essay were, I\'m sorry, it was so boring it managed to put you to sleep.\" His mouth was almost touching her ear, and his voice was running into her brain like honey.
His mouth, oh yes his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his cool breath flowing down her neck tingling the little hairs there. She closed her eyes slightly enjoying the way his breath was tingling, awakening other areas of her anatomy.
He pulled sharply away from her, \"I suggest that you take yourself out of here, and into the great hall.\" She got very shakily to her feet, trying so hard to keep her legs from giving way underneath her.
She edged towards the door just managing to keep her balance even with the added weight of her heavy bag and extra books.
He watched her trip outside the door, the books going all over the place, in someways it was quite amusing to watch the know-it-all gryffindor land flat on her face.
Reality coming back to him, afterall he had some responabilty towards the wellfare of his students, and plus if he left her now Minerva would slauter him. He approached the comatose form of Hermione Granger, quickly assessing any injurys, okay so maybe he should take her to the hospital wing. He was in mental turmoil, she was mudblood, he knew that. He looked back at her, it really was quite a bang on the head. \'Damn it!\' he bent down and picked her form from off the floor.
Blackness, was all Hermione knew, but it was becoming clearer, her eyes flickered open and closed again. She felt as though she was carried somewhere, where? Strong arms holding her body, supporting her in the way no other person had ever done before, well, other than her parents.
She felt safe, resting her head now firmly on someone\'s shoulder, she tried to open her eyes again. They were close to the hospital wing now, she could see the doors in front of them.
Berni hurried to the great hall ahead of him, so that there would be no arousal of suspicion, if any of the students got one whiff of a scandal between teachers they would never hear the end of it.
Snape meanwhile was heading along the corrior leading to the library, he had been charged with the responsability of opening the library for today. It wasn\'t often that Madame Pince gave the key of her beloved library to somebody else. He unlocked the door and propped it open with the door stopper. The stench of half-decreped books hit his nose, like the air that rocks your body when an underground train. He stalked inside, checked to make sure that the restricted section didn\'t have any books the Slytherin common room didn\'t. He smiled, as usual the library was stocking all the books gryffindors and hufflepuffs seemed to be stuck to like a limpet when it came to using for homework.
His eyes flicking across the rows of book covers finding nothing new and definatly nothing exciting, everything in here he had either already read or was simply wasn\'t worth the bother.
Heading back towards the door along another encrusted row of bookshelves, his black eyes still moving rapidly over ancient texts and worn-out covers.
He had reached a break in the labyrinth of bookshelves.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye, he automatically looked towards whatever it was, he approached the form, haunched over the desk, face dug deep into the book in front of her.
He recognised the unruly bushy hair of Hermione Granger. His eyes regarded her for a moment, \"What do you think you are doing here?\" his voice slipping out of his thin mouth. It didn\'t move, he stood for a few moments thinking of how to wake her up with out, hopefully, touching her.
He grabbed the book she was using as a pillow, and pulled at out from underneath her. He watched as her head fell almost gracefully towards the desk.
\"Owww. What the ...\" she stuttered awake, the sleep in her eyes only helping to make her appearance even more ragged.
\"Miss. Granger, watch your tongue!\" he replied with his normal spite-filled voice, \"I see, researching for MY potions essay were, I\'m sorry, it was so boring it managed to put you to sleep.\" His mouth was almost touching her ear, and his voice was running into her brain like honey.
His mouth, oh yes his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his cool breath flowing down her neck tingling the little hairs there. She closed her eyes slightly enjoying the way his breath was tingling, awakening other areas of her anatomy.
He pulled sharply away from her, \"I suggest that you take yourself out of here, and into the great hall.\" She got very shakily to her feet, trying so hard to keep her legs from giving way underneath her.
She edged towards the door just managing to keep her balance even with the added weight of her heavy bag and extra books.
He watched her trip outside the door, the books going all over the place, in someways it was quite amusing to watch the know-it-all gryffindor land flat on her face.
Reality coming back to him, afterall he had some responabilty towards the wellfare of his students, and plus if he left her now Minerva would slauter him. He approached the comatose form of Hermione Granger, quickly assessing any injurys, okay so maybe he should take her to the hospital wing. He was in mental turmoil, she was mudblood, he knew that. He looked back at her, it really was quite a bang on the head. \'Damn it!\' he bent down and picked her form from off the floor.
Blackness, was all Hermione knew, but it was becoming clearer, her eyes flickered open and closed again. She felt as though she was carried somewhere, where? Strong arms holding her body, supporting her in the way no other person had ever done before, well, other than her parents.
She felt safe, resting her head now firmly on someone\'s shoulder, she tried to open her eyes again. They were close to the hospital wing now, she could see the doors in front of them.