The Scientist

a/n: I know, I know. I thought it was finished too, but this bunny keeps nagging me! Let me know what you think.





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After they had shared their first kiss, Hermione and Severus had spent the rest of the day ensconced in an armchair beside the fire in his private quarters. There was quite a bit of snogging, most of it initiated by Hermione, and quite a bit of not talking and staring into the fire.



Severus hadn’t really known what to do next. His instinct told him that dragging her to his bedchamber and ravishing her on his bed might not be the thing to do at that moment. And because he knew he shouldn’t, it was all he could think about. Her breasts had been squashing softly against his chest each time Hermione moved in to kiss him, and the aroma from her hair made him want to keep her curled up on his lap for the rest of his life. No food or drink would be necessary. He had all he needed, right there.





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The week after the first kiss was exquisite torture for Hermione. Her head was full of thoughts of him, and when she closed her eyes at night, the taste of him flooded her senses and pooled between her legs with a deep, throbbing ache. But he had made no move to entice her into bed, and she was starting to doubt herself. She knew she aroused him. The evidence was clear whenever they retreated to his chambers at the end of each day and curled up in what had now become their chair. At times, his erection would be tenting his trousers before he reached for her and pulled her into his waiting arms.



Hermione had taken to pleasuring herself more and more to relieve the tension. The frustration had driven her mad with longing. The weekend had seemed the ideal chance to fulfill both their needs, but he had kissed her goodnight and wished her a good weekend, with no thought of them spending any time together.



Hermione had spent the weekend in tortured agony and missed Severus every minute.



And so it was, on a certain Monday morning in the dungeons, she set out to seduce a Potions Master.





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Severus had berated himself constantly for not asking her to visit him over the weekend. It had been on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that, if they had hours of free time to spend with each other, he would have given in to his baser instincts. For some reason, he wanted this thing with Hermione, whatever it was, to be different.



He hadn’t counted on the witch herself taking matters, literally, into her own hands.



He had been sleeping when she entered his bedchamber, and her polite cough had woken him with a start. He turned abruptly, pointing his wand at the interruption, and she had giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.



Severus always slept naked, and the bed sheets tangled between his legs as he twisted towards her. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that up until that point, his bare buttocks had been facing the door.



‘How long have you been there?’ he had murmured with a low growl.



To give Hermione her due, she had had the decency to blush to the roots of her hair before she lied.



‘Not long,’ she had replied, before nibbling on her bottom lip.



‘But long enough to enjoy the view?’ he had smirked.



Hermione had burst out laughing, and covered her face with her hands.



‘Did you want something?’ he had whispered quietly, and Hermione peeked at him through her fingers to make sure he wasn’t a towering inferno of rage. Once she was sure of him, she had stood tall, dropped her hands by her sides and walked towards him where he lay.



‘You, Severus,’ she had whispered, and tears had sprung into her eyes. ‘I love you. I want you.’



Severus had stared as the meaning behind her words permeated his sleep-fogged brain. His eyes had softened as he looked at her, and with a slow, deliberate shuffle, he made room for her in the bed.



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Although she was experienced with pleasuring her own body, and knew which bits went where, Hermione was still technically a virgin. Still, she had thrown herself enthusiastically into proceedings, and explored his body thoroughly with her small, deft fingers. She had weighed his testicles experimentally, rolled them between her fingers and thumbs gently, and grinned sexily at the moan that escaped for Severus as she brushed his glistening cock with her breasts. Her vagina throbbed and she could feel her labia plumping up with desire for him, and when his hands delved between her thighs, Hermione knew she had officially died and gone to heaven, or wherever naughty witches go to when they die.



She had caressed him, touched him with feather light fingers, and eagerly licked whichever bit of him had been in front of her as they rolled around his huge bed. And as his mouth sought hers for the umpteenth time, he had flipped her onto her back and pinned her with his legs.



‘You are tormenting me,’ he had hissed at her, then chuckled at the gasp that escaped her mouth as he travelled down her body with his lips, kissing and sucking each nipple, lingering as he nuzzled her pubic hair and then plunging in, tongue first, lapping and licking and generally driving her mad with lust. She had orgasmed almost immediately, and before she realised it he had positioned himself above her, nestled the head of his cock between her still-pulsing lips and slowly, gently, but with a determined look on his face, Severus Snape had claimed Hermione Granger as his.





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Severus had almost missed breakfast in the Great Hall that day, and even the Slytherin students had giggled as he strode past them, resplendent in his teaching robes, his boots thumping down hard on the tiled floor, and his hair in a mussed up mess on his head where he had forgotten to tame it.



Minerva’s eyebrows had shot up beneath her hairline as he sat down gracefully beside her, and with a discreet flick of her wand, Severus’s hair had righted itself without him ever knowing.



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Author\'s Question: Whaddya think...should I do more, or leave it here?