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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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8,462
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29
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Cold Shower Tuesdays
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Severus Snape (oh yeah or Harry Potter).
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Chapter 2- Cold Shower Tuesdays
Meanwhile in the Dungeons.....
"Dammit!"
Severus muttered, as he opened his eyes, then pulled himself up to sit against his headboard. He quickly noticed that he was not the only one up this morning. Throwing off the covers, he stalked to the bathroom sporting a rather large, err, problem. Upon walking in, he clicked his fingers, causing the shower head to spurt on. His nightshirt and boxers were thrown to the floor as he quickly stepped under the flow of water. Gritting his teeth as the cold water hit him full force. Damn that girl for being the cause of his current state.
Damn these dreams! Why her? Why was Granger causing these disturbingly arousing dreams? There were plenty of other witches in the world to fantasize about, so why did it have to be her.
After his problem was under control he began to thoroughly clean himself and tried to focus his thinking to more important matters than those of lust. Ahh, yes, he needed to go to the Apothecary and make a request for some Dragon's blood for his current project, a potion to stop or at least slow down the Killing Curse.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, throwing it around his neck, then walked back to his bedroom, drying his hair as he went. The Grandfather clock in the corner chimed eight times and Severus cursed under his breath. His first class of the day, a seventh year N.E.W.T.s level, started in less than twenty minutes. Quickly dressing in his usual black frock coat and trousers, he threw his robes on, then hurried out the door.
When he reached the classroom, he threw open the door and swept into the room, robes billowing behind him as usual. Many students were already sitting at their tables, cauldrons and ingredients out and ready. When he reached his desk, turning around, he let his eyes sweep over the room and was surprised to find that Granger was not in her seat. Curious, she was always the first one to show and the last one to leave. Sweeping his arm towards the blackboard instructions appeared on how to make the Dreamless Sleep potion.
" Read the instruc...." he was stopped in his directions when the doors burst open.
" Sor--sorry I'm late Professor Snape," Hermione mumbled as she headed over to her seat, next to a very relieved looking Neville.
" Miss Granger it is so generous of you to grace us with your presence," he sneered," five points from Gryffndor!"
Hermione sat down then retrieved her notes and book from her bag. When she was done she looked up to find Snape, arms folded over his chest, glaring at her.
"Read the instructions and brew your potion. Bottles to be corked and brought up to my desk when finished."
Soon the classroom was full of students chopping away at ingredients and shuffling papers. Severus had been lost in grading some fourth year essays on the properties of Gillyweed when he looked up to check on the class. Only to find it was extremely bad timing as he caught Hermione, chewing on her bottom lip, as she stirred the cauldron. Her hair had started to fall out of the bun it was in earlier, leaving chestnut tendrils to fall around her face, while sweat was forming on her brow, caused by the heat emanating from everyone's cauldrons. Severus suppressed a groan and shifted slightly in his chair. Bugger but the witch was tempting.
After stirring the potion 5 times counter clockwise, Hermione sat down and blew the fire out. It now needed to cool for ten minutes, so she made sure her notes were all in order then let out a sigh. She arched her back and closed her eyes trying to will away the minor discomfort she felt on her lower back.
Severus closed his eyes and cradled his head in his hands, slightly massaging his temples. Damn, tempting wench! She had no idea of the effect she had on the male species. He groaned again, thinking back to his dream and the way she moaned when he had touched her breast. Shit! If he kept going on this way he would hold the record for Most Cold Showers taken in one day.
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A/N: Chapter title is a song called 'Cold Shower Tuesdays' by Bowling For Soup. My sister, who I give many thanks for proof-reading, suggested the title when she read the chapter.
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Chapter 2- Cold Shower Tuesdays
Meanwhile in the Dungeons.....
"Dammit!"
Severus muttered, as he opened his eyes, then pulled himself up to sit against his headboard. He quickly noticed that he was not the only one up this morning. Throwing off the covers, he stalked to the bathroom sporting a rather large, err, problem. Upon walking in, he clicked his fingers, causing the shower head to spurt on. His nightshirt and boxers were thrown to the floor as he quickly stepped under the flow of water. Gritting his teeth as the cold water hit him full force. Damn that girl for being the cause of his current state.
Damn these dreams! Why her? Why was Granger causing these disturbingly arousing dreams? There were plenty of other witches in the world to fantasize about, so why did it have to be her.
After his problem was under control he began to thoroughly clean himself and tried to focus his thinking to more important matters than those of lust. Ahh, yes, he needed to go to the Apothecary and make a request for some Dragon's blood for his current project, a potion to stop or at least slow down the Killing Curse.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, throwing it around his neck, then walked back to his bedroom, drying his hair as he went. The Grandfather clock in the corner chimed eight times and Severus cursed under his breath. His first class of the day, a seventh year N.E.W.T.s level, started in less than twenty minutes. Quickly dressing in his usual black frock coat and trousers, he threw his robes on, then hurried out the door.
When he reached the classroom, he threw open the door and swept into the room, robes billowing behind him as usual. Many students were already sitting at their tables, cauldrons and ingredients out and ready. When he reached his desk, turning around, he let his eyes sweep over the room and was surprised to find that Granger was not in her seat. Curious, she was always the first one to show and the last one to leave. Sweeping his arm towards the blackboard instructions appeared on how to make the Dreamless Sleep potion.
" Read the instruc...." he was stopped in his directions when the doors burst open.
" Sor--sorry I'm late Professor Snape," Hermione mumbled as she headed over to her seat, next to a very relieved looking Neville.
" Miss Granger it is so generous of you to grace us with your presence," he sneered," five points from Gryffndor!"
Hermione sat down then retrieved her notes and book from her bag. When she was done she looked up to find Snape, arms folded over his chest, glaring at her.
"Read the instructions and brew your potion. Bottles to be corked and brought up to my desk when finished."
Soon the classroom was full of students chopping away at ingredients and shuffling papers. Severus had been lost in grading some fourth year essays on the properties of Gillyweed when he looked up to check on the class. Only to find it was extremely bad timing as he caught Hermione, chewing on her bottom lip, as she stirred the cauldron. Her hair had started to fall out of the bun it was in earlier, leaving chestnut tendrils to fall around her face, while sweat was forming on her brow, caused by the heat emanating from everyone's cauldrons. Severus suppressed a groan and shifted slightly in his chair. Bugger but the witch was tempting.
After stirring the potion 5 times counter clockwise, Hermione sat down and blew the fire out. It now needed to cool for ten minutes, so she made sure her notes were all in order then let out a sigh. She arched her back and closed her eyes trying to will away the minor discomfort she felt on her lower back.
Severus closed his eyes and cradled his head in his hands, slightly massaging his temples. Damn, tempting wench! She had no idea of the effect she had on the male species. He groaned again, thinking back to his dream and the way she moaned when he had touched her breast. Shit! If he kept going on this way he would hold the record for Most Cold Showers taken in one day.
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A/N: Chapter title is a song called 'Cold Shower Tuesdays' by Bowling For Soup. My sister, who I give many thanks for proof-reading, suggested the title when she read the chapter.