Careless Wishes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
11,290
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tensions
AUTHOR'S NOTE: God, I am enjoying writing this SOOOOOO much. This plot bunny is very twisted. Today, it gnawed on my ear 'til I gave in and wrote another chappie!! Now my ear is sore!
Plus, the Comte is loving this fic, so I have to keep writing.... Reviews will help!
Comtesse
Cherry chocolate. Of course that would have been what she wished for, and was probably her favourite flavour. The cherry was sweet and innocent, but the chocolate gave it a dark undertaste. Severus let a smirk steal across his face as he lifted the glass to his lips. Hermione Granger wasn’t a little girl any more. The thoughts that he had been having over the last few months were of the woman she had become. He could just imagine her lying naked on a soft bed, stroking her breasts and beckoning to him…
He stopped himself before he could wish for something that he shouldn’t, and probably put her, and himself, in an extremely awkward situation. He put the now empty glass down and stood. It was too warm for him to be still wearing his robes. He stood and began to shed his outer layers, folding them carefully and, with a flick of his wand, putting them away. Stripped down to his shirt and trousers he sat and removed his boots and socks, putting them away, again with a wave of his wand.
His damn back was aching again. He put both hands into the small of his back and stretched, groaning as his spine creaked and cracked the aches and pains of the day out of him. He took the bottle of Armagnac from where he had left it, sat back down in the leather armchair and poured himself a generous measure.
Unbidden, that image of Hermione Granger flitted back into his mind. This time she was in his bathtub, covered in soap suds. She shook his head, trying to get the picture out of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was to wish for her here doing something... Sexual … to him. She would be horrified, disgusted, at the idea of doing anything of that nature to her evil, greasy, ugly potions master.
He couldn’t stop thinking of her. Dumbledore had said that it was a strong batch and that it would induce feelings of lust, but Severus hadn’t thought it would be anything like this. He felt himself getting hard at the idea of her taking a bath.
Suddenly he slammed his fist against the wood of the chair’s arm. He was being an idiot.
*****
Being Head Girl had it’s perks, Hermione mused, as she sunk back into the bath. Hermione’s bathroom was a work of art. As wizarding bathrooms came, it wasn’t much, but compared to any muggle bathroom, or the bathroom she had shared with everyone else for her first six years as a student. This bathroom had a tub, again, not much by wizarding standards, but enough for Hermione. A good size tub, not with as many taps as the Prefect’s bathroom that she had used the previous year, but just enough for her. She turned off the taps that were still running and relaxed into the bubbles.
Thinking about it, she wasn’t really sure why she was taking a bath, she really had homework to do, but the warm water was lovely, and the scent of jasmine was so relaxing. She lay back, closed her eyes and let the bubbles caress her. She wished that she had a glass of wine to sip, just to make the mood even better. Mmm, yes, a lovely chilled glass of Italian white wine, a Pinot Grigio. Her favourite. She sighed, ah well, it was against the rules after all.
She opened her eyes to find a glass a third full of wine, the outside frosted by the chill of the wine, floating in front of her. She plucked the glass out of the air and took a long satisfying sip. Mmm, that was good. She let the delicious liquid slip slowly down her throat and set the glass down on the side of the bath. This was Hermione’s idea of a perfect evening in.
*****
Severus lay on top of the sheets, sweat sticking him to the sheets and his erection tenting the silk of his pyjama bottoms. He didn’t understand how he could be so warm. He was bare-chested and he had thrown all the covers off. Absent mindedly, his hand began caressing himself through the silk, making him moan. He freed himself from the pyjama bottoms and began to stroke his shaft, imagining Hermione laying in her bed touching herself too. In his mind he saw her pump her fingers into her wet pussy, rub at her clit and pinch her own nipples in an attempt to bring herself to climax. He gasped as he moved his hand faster and faster, feeling his balls tighten up. With a strangled groan he reached his completion, spurting over his belly.
*****
Lying alone in her room Hermione shuddered and sighed as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her panting. She couldn’t sleep and her throat was parched. She wished she could have a glass of cold water, but the water in the taps just wasn’t cool enough. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and crossed to the dressing table. Looking into the mirror she brushed her tangled hair from her eyes.
“Come on girl, keep it together,” she muttered to herself.
“Who’s that dear?” the mirror replied sleepily. Hermione picked up the glass of cold water that had appeared in front of her, downing it so fast it almost choked her.
She would be glad when the Draught wore off. It didn’t do her any good to be kept up at night by erotic dreams of her Potions Master.
Plus, the Comte is loving this fic, so I have to keep writing.... Reviews will help!
Comtesse
Cherry chocolate. Of course that would have been what she wished for, and was probably her favourite flavour. The cherry was sweet and innocent, but the chocolate gave it a dark undertaste. Severus let a smirk steal across his face as he lifted the glass to his lips. Hermione Granger wasn’t a little girl any more. The thoughts that he had been having over the last few months were of the woman she had become. He could just imagine her lying naked on a soft bed, stroking her breasts and beckoning to him…
He stopped himself before he could wish for something that he shouldn’t, and probably put her, and himself, in an extremely awkward situation. He put the now empty glass down and stood. It was too warm for him to be still wearing his robes. He stood and began to shed his outer layers, folding them carefully and, with a flick of his wand, putting them away. Stripped down to his shirt and trousers he sat and removed his boots and socks, putting them away, again with a wave of his wand.
His damn back was aching again. He put both hands into the small of his back and stretched, groaning as his spine creaked and cracked the aches and pains of the day out of him. He took the bottle of Armagnac from where he had left it, sat back down in the leather armchair and poured himself a generous measure.
Unbidden, that image of Hermione Granger flitted back into his mind. This time she was in his bathtub, covered in soap suds. She shook his head, trying to get the picture out of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was to wish for her here doing something... Sexual … to him. She would be horrified, disgusted, at the idea of doing anything of that nature to her evil, greasy, ugly potions master.
He couldn’t stop thinking of her. Dumbledore had said that it was a strong batch and that it would induce feelings of lust, but Severus hadn’t thought it would be anything like this. He felt himself getting hard at the idea of her taking a bath.
Suddenly he slammed his fist against the wood of the chair’s arm. He was being an idiot.
*****
Being Head Girl had it’s perks, Hermione mused, as she sunk back into the bath. Hermione’s bathroom was a work of art. As wizarding bathrooms came, it wasn’t much, but compared to any muggle bathroom, or the bathroom she had shared with everyone else for her first six years as a student. This bathroom had a tub, again, not much by wizarding standards, but enough for Hermione. A good size tub, not with as many taps as the Prefect’s bathroom that she had used the previous year, but just enough for her. She turned off the taps that were still running and relaxed into the bubbles.
Thinking about it, she wasn’t really sure why she was taking a bath, she really had homework to do, but the warm water was lovely, and the scent of jasmine was so relaxing. She lay back, closed her eyes and let the bubbles caress her. She wished that she had a glass of wine to sip, just to make the mood even better. Mmm, yes, a lovely chilled glass of Italian white wine, a Pinot Grigio. Her favourite. She sighed, ah well, it was against the rules after all.
She opened her eyes to find a glass a third full of wine, the outside frosted by the chill of the wine, floating in front of her. She plucked the glass out of the air and took a long satisfying sip. Mmm, that was good. She let the delicious liquid slip slowly down her throat and set the glass down on the side of the bath. This was Hermione’s idea of a perfect evening in.
*****
Severus lay on top of the sheets, sweat sticking him to the sheets and his erection tenting the silk of his pyjama bottoms. He didn’t understand how he could be so warm. He was bare-chested and he had thrown all the covers off. Absent mindedly, his hand began caressing himself through the silk, making him moan. He freed himself from the pyjama bottoms and began to stroke his shaft, imagining Hermione laying in her bed touching herself too. In his mind he saw her pump her fingers into her wet pussy, rub at her clit and pinch her own nipples in an attempt to bring herself to climax. He gasped as he moved his hand faster and faster, feeling his balls tighten up. With a strangled groan he reached his completion, spurting over his belly.
*****
Lying alone in her room Hermione shuddered and sighed as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her panting. She couldn’t sleep and her throat was parched. She wished she could have a glass of cold water, but the water in the taps just wasn’t cool enough. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and crossed to the dressing table. Looking into the mirror she brushed her tangled hair from her eyes.
“Come on girl, keep it together,” she muttered to herself.
“Who’s that dear?” the mirror replied sleepily. Hermione picked up the glass of cold water that had appeared in front of her, downing it so fast it almost choked her.
She would be glad when the Draught wore off. It didn’t do her any good to be kept up at night by erotic dreams of her Potions Master.