Dirty deeds
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
25,131
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384
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the bonus shag
15 February continued
We all go our several ways, Ginny and Lucius off to pack; Severus and I head back to the dungeons. As we pass the potions classroom I catch his eye.
Well he needs something to put a smile on his face for the restthe the term. Call it a farewell to potions. Presume that means we should christen the DADA classroom as well. Severus thinks so.
He scuttles off to find his second best teaching robes and I settle into my usual chair. It’s a little smaller than I remember it. I transfigure my clothes into school robes and wait. I am sure he likes to use his real robes so he can wear them to class before they get cleaned.
He sweeps into the room with all his usual panache. Little frisson runs down the spine. Mouth suddenly dry I remarked on how extremely shaggable he looked. Slipped out of character a bit with a happy smile and then scowled at me and told me off for being impertinent.
Sorry sir.
Had to apologise and mean it.
Wide eyed and innocent: whatever do you mean sir? And if he thinks there is any foot kissing going on there will be trouble. So what does the Master of Shagging want? Not the obvious blow job it must be said. Which is a relief because the floors are cold and hard, and would be murder on the knees.
He wants me to clean out a cauldron. One of the big ones that you can hardly reach the bottom.
For a second I am mildly puzzled as to where it is all going, well not so much where as how. Let’s be honest, I know exactly what we will be doing in about ten minutes time, fifteen if he’s feeling decidedly kinky, but what on earth does he want me to clean the cauldron for?
30 seconds into the cleaning I have a fairly good idea. There I am, arse waggling in the air, too short robe riding up and giving him the sort of show usually reserved for the sleazier muggle lapdancing clubs.
You must admit, he has a real talent for making the most out of every situation. I put some particularly spectacular wiggle in whilst scrubbing away at the bottom, like the hardworking good girl that I am.
From the sharp intake of breath I can tell it’s having the desired effect. Which is a relief because I’d forgotten just how much damned hard work goes into cleaning a cauldron. I can hear him coming closer, and then I can feel his hot little person pressing against me.
Am I about to let someone take me from behind whilst bent over a cauldron?
Actually, no. Interesting idea though it is, I’m not.
Severus is somewhat surprised when I stand up. He is even more surprised, but pleasantly so, when I start working at the buttons on his jackHe wHe watches it sail across the classroom, soon to be joined by his shirt, with amused resignation. The smile fades from his face as I start on his trousers. I seem to have his full attention now.
I am backing him up until he hits the potions desk. He is too tall to kiss comfortably when stng, ng, although it doesn’t stop me giving it a damn good try. The answer is obvious though – get horizontal – fortunately, it’s a very large desk.
He’s happy enough to perch on the desk and then be pushed back on the desk, taking me with him as he goes. There is an undignified scramble whilst I manoeuvre for position, and there we are. He is sprawled out naked beneath me. My robe goes flying as well, followed by my underwear, and we are back to the very serious business of kissing.
He keeps trying to gain the upper hand, but I’m quite happy on top thank you. Eventually he concedes the point. It’s difficult to do anything else when someone has a grip on Not-so-little-Severus that you really don’t want them to release. It adds a whole new meaning to having someone by the short and curlies.
He does look gorgeous all splayed out at my mercy, all pink and flushed and begging to be taken. Literally and metaphorically. It would take a harder heart than mine to tease him anymore. It’s a tricky change in position and I am in imminenngernger of falling off on to the floor – they do say that danger adds to the spice of an encounter.
I rise above him, and then sink down in what is rapidly becoming a practiced motion. This time I have a better idea of what I can do. Not simply limited to up and down, but shifting my hips round and round at the same time; a little shimmy here, a little shimmy there.
I decide not to ask him whether he likes that on the basis it is bleeding obvious that he does, and I have already told him off for asking stupid questions. Instead I ask him whether he is a bad boy. He’s not sure what the right answer is, and he really doesn’t want to give the wrong response in case I stop. He takes a wild guess and admits that he is.
Right answer.
Has he been a very bad boy.
He nods his head.
Does he deserve to be punished?
He’s not sure about that. I drop a subtle hint by stopping moving; the right answer is yes.
Yes he says. Oh yes.
Which is all he says for several minutes until his whole body arches beneath me. He stays hard for long enough for me to join him.
He chuckles weakly and says if that is supposed to be a punishment he is prepared to be very very naughty in future.
That sounds fun.
He’s going to have a very pleasant memory to dwell on in potions lessons from now on.
I think we can safely say that I have graduated with flying colours when it comes to this sex kitten business.
Have got Severus back.
Have chinned Dumbledore. (And don’t think that’s the end of it either, you old goat!)
Have had detention in the potion’s classroom. And come out on top.
Go me!
A/N – I agree that Dumbledore got off lightly, but something has to happen in the sequel other than Severus meeting the parents. I think the best way to think of it is as a temporary truce on all sides that will erupt into open warfare at the slightest provocation. The loose ends are there for a reason I promise.
Thank you to all my lovely reviewers – some of whom reviewed again and again.
Jenny Radcliffe
Crooked Cat
Rilla
Corazon
Yncarn8 whose Demon Lovers fiction should tide you over until the sequel
Lizski
Alpharyoko
Kate
Deblovesdragon
Wendynat
Lilymalfoy
And others far too numerous to mention, so please don’t be offended if I have left you out. It really does make it all worthwhile when someone sends you a review. Even if I have had to beg and beg and blackmail and cheat to extort them out of you.
I think it will be It started with a book that gets updated next. I can feel the next chapter hovering at the end of my fingertips. But I can feel the urge to write my own unique take on the Forced Marriage challenge at WIKKT, aeariearing in mind several comments about sex god snape clichés, it will include a Snape who is dreadful in bed but definitely will improve after lots and lots of practice.
We all go our several ways, Ginny and Lucius off to pack; Severus and I head back to the dungeons. As we pass the potions classroom I catch his eye.
Well he needs something to put a smile on his face for the restthe the term. Call it a farewell to potions. Presume that means we should christen the DADA classroom as well. Severus thinks so.
He scuttles off to find his second best teaching robes and I settle into my usual chair. It’s a little smaller than I remember it. I transfigure my clothes into school robes and wait. I am sure he likes to use his real robes so he can wear them to class before they get cleaned.
He sweeps into the room with all his usual panache. Little frisson runs down the spine. Mouth suddenly dry I remarked on how extremely shaggable he looked. Slipped out of character a bit with a happy smile and then scowled at me and told me off for being impertinent.
Sorry sir.
Had to apologise and mean it.
Wide eyed and innocent: whatever do you mean sir? And if he thinks there is any foot kissing going on there will be trouble. So what does the Master of Shagging want? Not the obvious blow job it must be said. Which is a relief because the floors are cold and hard, and would be murder on the knees.
He wants me to clean out a cauldron. One of the big ones that you can hardly reach the bottom.
For a second I am mildly puzzled as to where it is all going, well not so much where as how. Let’s be honest, I know exactly what we will be doing in about ten minutes time, fifteen if he’s feeling decidedly kinky, but what on earth does he want me to clean the cauldron for?
30 seconds into the cleaning I have a fairly good idea. There I am, arse waggling in the air, too short robe riding up and giving him the sort of show usually reserved for the sleazier muggle lapdancing clubs.
You must admit, he has a real talent for making the most out of every situation. I put some particularly spectacular wiggle in whilst scrubbing away at the bottom, like the hardworking good girl that I am.
From the sharp intake of breath I can tell it’s having the desired effect. Which is a relief because I’d forgotten just how much damned hard work goes into cleaning a cauldron. I can hear him coming closer, and then I can feel his hot little person pressing against me.
Am I about to let someone take me from behind whilst bent over a cauldron?
Actually, no. Interesting idea though it is, I’m not.
Severus is somewhat surprised when I stand up. He is even more surprised, but pleasantly so, when I start working at the buttons on his jackHe wHe watches it sail across the classroom, soon to be joined by his shirt, with amused resignation. The smile fades from his face as I start on his trousers. I seem to have his full attention now.
I am backing him up until he hits the potions desk. He is too tall to kiss comfortably when stng, ng, although it doesn’t stop me giving it a damn good try. The answer is obvious though – get horizontal – fortunately, it’s a very large desk.
He’s happy enough to perch on the desk and then be pushed back on the desk, taking me with him as he goes. There is an undignified scramble whilst I manoeuvre for position, and there we are. He is sprawled out naked beneath me. My robe goes flying as well, followed by my underwear, and we are back to the very serious business of kissing.
He keeps trying to gain the upper hand, but I’m quite happy on top thank you. Eventually he concedes the point. It’s difficult to do anything else when someone has a grip on Not-so-little-Severus that you really don’t want them to release. It adds a whole new meaning to having someone by the short and curlies.
He does look gorgeous all splayed out at my mercy, all pink and flushed and begging to be taken. Literally and metaphorically. It would take a harder heart than mine to tease him anymore. It’s a tricky change in position and I am in imminenngernger of falling off on to the floor – they do say that danger adds to the spice of an encounter.
I rise above him, and then sink down in what is rapidly becoming a practiced motion. This time I have a better idea of what I can do. Not simply limited to up and down, but shifting my hips round and round at the same time; a little shimmy here, a little shimmy there.
I decide not to ask him whether he likes that on the basis it is bleeding obvious that he does, and I have already told him off for asking stupid questions. Instead I ask him whether he is a bad boy. He’s not sure what the right answer is, and he really doesn’t want to give the wrong response in case I stop. He takes a wild guess and admits that he is.
Right answer.
Has he been a very bad boy.
He nods his head.
Does he deserve to be punished?
He’s not sure about that. I drop a subtle hint by stopping moving; the right answer is yes.
Yes he says. Oh yes.
Which is all he says for several minutes until his whole body arches beneath me. He stays hard for long enough for me to join him.
He chuckles weakly and says if that is supposed to be a punishment he is prepared to be very very naughty in future.
That sounds fun.
He’s going to have a very pleasant memory to dwell on in potions lessons from now on.
I think we can safely say that I have graduated with flying colours when it comes to this sex kitten business.
Have got Severus back.
Have chinned Dumbledore. (And don’t think that’s the end of it either, you old goat!)
Have had detention in the potion’s classroom. And come out on top.
Go me!
A/N – I agree that Dumbledore got off lightly, but something has to happen in the sequel other than Severus meeting the parents. I think the best way to think of it is as a temporary truce on all sides that will erupt into open warfare at the slightest provocation. The loose ends are there for a reason I promise.
Thank you to all my lovely reviewers – some of whom reviewed again and again.
Jenny Radcliffe
Crooked Cat
Rilla
Corazon
Yncarn8 whose Demon Lovers fiction should tide you over until the sequel
Lizski
Alpharyoko
Kate
Deblovesdragon
Wendynat
Lilymalfoy
And others far too numerous to mention, so please don’t be offended if I have left you out. It really does make it all worthwhile when someone sends you a review. Even if I have had to beg and beg and blackmail and cheat to extort them out of you.
I think it will be It started with a book that gets updated next. I can feel the next chapter hovering at the end of my fingertips. But I can feel the urge to write my own unique take on the Forced Marriage challenge at WIKKT, aeariearing in mind several comments about sex god snape clichés, it will include a Snape who is dreadful in bed but definitely will improve after lots and lots of practice.