It\'s All Done With Mirrors

A/N: deblovesdragon - I just wouldn\'t let it lie. This one\'s for you. it\'s a Lemon, baked gently in lemon juice, served on a bed of shredded lemon zest, with a lemon coulis on the side. With Lemonade, if you wish.

If you don\'t like my Lemon Supreme, then tomorrow I will bake Humble Pie. Blessings, Kait xxxx


Chapter Thirty Five
Rather Too Much Information


Potions Laboratory, Hogwarts, August 2010


Severus was still whistling when he exited his private chambers, having put Hermione’s satchel inside. He waved his wand at the blackboard porthole, and it slid back into place. From his robes he took a ripe peach, and perched on the edge of his own desk.

The golden fruit halfway to his mouth, he paused. He was sure he’d heard a growl…although from where was a mystery. Shrugging, Severus bit into the fuzzy skin, and munched happily away at his snack.

There was a sound from the other side of the door, and Severus heard a familiar clear voice call out “Alohamora!” He grinned, and swallowed his mouthful of peach, and watched his lady enter the room, her outer robe slipping from her shoulder, hanging at a rakish angle.

“Still entering classrooms without knoc fir first, Miss Granger?” he asked silkily, one eyebrow raised.

Hermione grinned back. “I don’t remember you complaining last time, Professor Snape,” she answered, laughter in her voice. “Ooh, a peach! I’m starving, Sev. Can I have a bite?” She reached for it, but he held it at arms length above her head.

“Hands off, Miss Granger,” he said, in his best Dangerous Potions Master voice. “‘Apple for Teacher,’ don’t you know the phrase? Same goes for peaches.”

Hermione leaped ineffectually at the fruit he held out of her reach. “Teacher, eh? I suppose I’ve got to wait three years until – oh! You bastard!” she howled, as he raised his hand higher still.

“Unless you’d care to teach me something I didn’t know, Miss Granger…” he suggested, his voice seeming to run over her flesh like warm cream.

“Certainly,” she replied, in an admirable imitation of his own silken tone. She ran one hand gently up his thigh and over his groin, then slowly reached up with the other hand for his raised arm, and pulled it down towards her with ease, taking a large bite from the juicy peach, golden fluid dribbling from one corner of her mouth as she slowly chewed the sweet flesh of the fruit, all the while raking the straining cloth of his trousers lightly, with her fingernails. He growled at her in mock protest, and she took another bite, and then another, until she had chewed and swallowed every edible part, leaving the stone lying in his trembling palm.

“Lesson One, Severus. Never trust a Gryffindor,” she smirked triumphantly, releasing his erect penis from the confines of his trousers.

“I can’t wait for Lesson Two,” he groaned, as she slowly wrapped the fingers of her hand around his aching flesh, turning her wrist ever so gently as she did so. This action elicited a shudder from Severus, and he grasped her shoulders, pulling her towards him and burying his face in the toffee-coloured cloud of her hair.

“I think I recall you asking me to hold on to a thought…?” he murmured, his lips against her ear. Hermione shid, ad, and began to palm the end of his penis gently with her other hand, causing him to growl deep in his throat.

“And I think I recall you telling me you would hold me to that particular thought, Severus,” she replied in a jocular tone. “So come on and hold me to it,” she added, taking her hands away from his straining manhood, and stepping backwards a pace to stand almost demurely in front of him, her hands clasped together in front of her robes.

‘Robes?’ he thoughtntlyntly. ‘She wasn’t wearing robes twenty minutes ago…’

Severus got off his desk swiftly, dropping to the floor, and was right in front of her in one fluid movement. ‘He moves like a damned cat,’ thought Hermione , feelings of lust beginning to overtake her in a red haze. Her inner flesh quivered as he roughly parted her black robes, ripping the fastenings…

And took a step back as the black fabric pooled on the laboratory floor, his eyes wide with astonishment, which was quickly overtaken by a rush of desire.

She was wearing nothing underneath except a pair of scarlet knickers and a matching bra.

“Overdone, I know, Severus,” Hermione admitted, laughing at the expression on his face. “But I just couldn’t resist – “

Then he was lifting her in his powerful arms, and lowering her onto the polished surface of his desk, ripping at her underwear as he leaned over, his lips roaming hers in a desire-fuelled kiss.
betwbetween hot, heavy kisses, a few words escaped.

“…lesson…two….never…”

“…help me…get those…bloody…”

“…trust….a gryff…”

“…gryffindor…knickers…”

“...indor…”

“…OFF!…”

The sound of ripping cloth rent the air, and a scrap of scarlet fabric sailed across the room to land behind a workbench. Hermione’s bra followed its path after another brief struggle, followed by a laugh and an “oh, let ME do it, Severus…”

Careless of stepping on the scattered quills, inkwell, rolls of parchmand and miscellaneous gee-gaws that had previousitteittered the surface of the Potion Master’s desk, Severus quickly shed his own robes, kicking his shoes off and skimming the black trousers down his legs and over his feet. Hermione’s slender arms reached up and, with a strength that amazed him, ripped his white shirt open, sending buttons pinging off at a high velocity, hitting the walls and floor with a sound like fireworks. He shrugged the torn fabric off his body, and bener ter the prone body of his fiery lover.

Hermione let out a moan of wanton bliss as his hands snaked deliciously over her skin, caressing her breasts, her nipples, which had already hardened into pebbled peaks, the butter-soft skin of her belly, and then down her thighs, deliberately avoiding the place where she ached the most.

“Ohhhh, you little – “ She gasped as he suddenly leaned over her again and brought his face close to hers, just too far apart for their lips to meet.

“Little? You bloody well take that ba – aaagh!” Severus collapsed into fits of laughter as she dug her fingertips lightly into his sensitive ribs, tickling him mercilessly. He reared back, and she laughed

“Lesson Three, Never trust a – Oooohhh!” Hermione cut herself off and flung her arms outwards, gripping the edges of the desk, as Severus plunged a long finger deftly between the wet, pulsating lips of her centre. Her back arched completely off the desk as his mouth took hold of one nipple, his tongue rapidly circling the tightly-wound flesh. She cried out as the slow throbbing between her legs grew stronger, hotter, faster. His other hand snaked upwards to toy with her other nipple, making her almost shout with ecstasy. The combined sensations of his hands and mouth brought her shuddering to an incredible peak within moments, and she writhed under his body as he played the moment out a little longer.

Hermione was squirming on his desk, her eyes wide, her skin so slick she almost slid off the edge. Severus lowered his lips over hers and kissed her deeply, revelling in the feel of her tongue slithering into his mouth and duelling for dominance with his.

Suddenly he gasped against her lips, as he felt her reach for his pulsating penis and begin to wrap her fingers around the length of him, moving slowly and firmly. Severus was suddenly lost in the sensations of her hand…no, both hands!…stroking him, and he began to shudder as the stimulation took over, spiralling upwards…so close now…

And then Hermione stopped. And she sat up, her hands leaving his throbbing member and pushing his suddenly weakened body away from hers. Totally confused, All Severus could do was just stand there as Hermione hopped lightly down from the desk and stood before him, smiling.

“Severus, I want you inside me,” she breathed, taking him by the hand. He nodded, dumb with desire, and began to cast his eyes around for his wand, so as to open the door into his – their - chambers. “Wait, Severus,” Hermione explained, motioning to the desk. His expression cleared, and with a smile that made her mouth water and her knees weak simultaneously, he moved sinuously backwards towards his desk and sat upright upon it.

Breathing hard, Hermione managed to close the distance between them, stumbling a little as she walked carefully towards Severus. She raised her arms, and he leaned slightly forward to lift her up, so that she knelt on top of him, her knees on either side of his thighs. She slanted her mouth over his in a deep, searching kiss, trying to balance as she positioned herself over his upstanding erection.

Slowly, steadily, and with her head spinning with desire and love, Hermione sank down upon his shaft, letting out a hum as she watched it fill her completely, their pelvises grinding together in one long, shuddering movement. Her eyes raised from their joined flesh to lock with his own black orbs, and the two continued to gaze, awed, at each other as Hermione began to rise and fall upon him.

Severus could hardly bear the deliberate pace she set, as she drew herself up and pushed herself down on his throbbing penis. His hands slid to her breasts, skimming lightly over her nipples, each silken pass across her taut flesh eliciting murmurs of plre fre from her swollen lips. Soon they were both moving faster, and he felt a thrill of pleasure as she threw her head back and began to chant words of adoration and longing.

“Severus…Sev…er…us…I love…you…only you…”

Her skin shone in the lamplight, slick as it was with perspiration. He revelled in the sight of her beautiful breasts, bouncing slightly as she rose up and down, sheathing him, then almost releasing him entirely. As the sensations grew stronger and stronger, his own voice joined hers in a wanton harmony.

“My Hermione…so beautiful…gods…love you…sweet…’Mione…”

“…so close…my love…I’m soooooo close…so close…”

“…then come…my sweet…beautiful…love…”

She suddenly leaned towards him, pulling back. He could feel her the walls of her vagiegineginning to clasp his aching cock.

“Then come…with me…” she moaned, and, trembling, bore down upon him one last time, grinding into his pelvis.

The passion in her voice was enough to send him over the edge of madness, too…he thrust upwards to meet her, and they both yelled in unison, winding their arms about one another, searing flesh against searing flesh.

*

After a few moments, Severus felt Hermione shiver, this time with cold. “We should move into the bedroom, my love,” he murmured against her shoulder.

“Actually, I should move into the bedroom, and you, my darling, need to make an appearance in the Great Hall, for Lunch,” she told him, carefully separating her cooling flesh from his.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, and she s her her head, getting off the desk and reaching down for her robes. “I had this really nice peach, earlier,” she mocked him, and he playfully swatted her behind, making her squeal.

“Severus, you do need to go. Bring Robin here…I’ll make the place look a bit more family-friendly, and also make myself look respectable.”

“Impossible,” Severus quipped, and it was my turn to aim a swipe at his backside. He danced out of the way, and dressed himself with a flick of his wand. Mending charms caused buttons to fly up off the floor and towards him. “What about me?” she complained, pointing at his wand.

“I don’t know what you’re whining about, darling, you look just wonderful as nature intended.” His velvet tones caused a renewed stirring of desire in her already enormously fulfilled body, and Hermione knew it was time for him to leave.

“Go to Lunch. Now. Bring back Robin, and a bit of pudding.” She kissed Severus and backed away quickly, and he simply laughed, pointing his wand at the blackboard to open the secret door into the Potion Masters rooms, and then striding swiftly te doe door. Hermione waved to him as he opened it, and Severus threw a kiss over his shoulder before exiting and locking the door safely behind him.

Her robes trailing from her right hand, Hermione sauntered forwards in search of the bathroom, feeling immensely pleased with herself.

*

In a forgotten corner of the room, his eyes wide sho shock and indignation, a scrap of red cloth adorning the shoulder of his grey overalls like an obscene corsage, Ron Weasley slowly got to his feet, and staggered towards the doorway into Snape’s chambers.