Bathtime at Grimmauld Place

A/N: Apologies for such a long delay in updating. Here we go, Smut Approacheth.

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I am not a happy Hermione. Well, I am. But I’m also not. If that makes any sense at all.

Am happy in the sense that I am sated, having had two delicious orgasms earlier in the evening, am not so happy by the fact that I didn’t get a chance to get my hands on little Severus, and the fact I am now lying in my bed alone.

With no sexy Potions Master to keep me company. Humph.

It appears that fate conspired against us, just as we were getting to know each other intimately, half of bloody Hogwarts decided to turn up at Grimmauld Place. Seems that Dumbledore decido cao call an impromptu meeting of the Order and of course it ended in a bit of a celebration.

Celebration my arse.

Having been dragged out of bath (boo!) and having to sneak Severus out where people wouldn’t see him, I was in no mood to go downstairs and drink butterbeer with the other halfwits. Had more pressing plans. Like licking copious amounts of firewhiskey from Severus’s pale naked skin.

We had managed to get downstairs in time for meeting to start, but I have no idea what it was actually about. For all I know, Voldemort could have been revealed as actually being a transvestite and working at Hogwarts posing as Sybil awneawney. As I said… no idea. However, I could give you full run down on how exactly Severus fills a black tshirt. Spent time sitting in corner, glaring at all, and perving over Potions Master. Was most enjoyable experience. Next thing I know there is butterbeer everywhere, and Ron is dancing on the kitchen table much to the chagrin of Molly Weasley. Apparently more because she has just polished rather than her drunken twat of a son’s behaviour.

Ron is definitely a drunken twat. May seem harsh, but his inner sex god appears when he’s drunk. Or rather, to Ron, his inner sex god appears. To everyone else, his inner drunken twat appears. He is now threatening to undo his shirt. Decide that strip tease from Ron will wipe away all pleasant thoughts of Severus’s strip tease (unknowingly of course…) so feel must act before the ginger one gets too far.

‘Ron, please. No one here wants to see your scrawny freckled chest.’

He lurches round drunkenly, one hand still fumbling with buttons. He attempts a leer at me. ‘Yeah, right, ‘Mione! You’re gagging for it girl. Come on, you want me, lets go and bump uglies together…’

Gag on butterbeer. Am saved having to answer by amused snort from direction of Severus and vicious cry from Molly.

‘Ronald Weasley! Is it any wonder you don’t have a girlfriend if that’s the way you attempt to woo them.’ Ron is grabbed by the shirt tails and heaved off the table. Am most impressed with Molly’s show of strength. ‘I do apologise Hermione, he’s just like his father when he’s drunk. Please don’t take any offence, and please, please, don’t ever take him up on his offer, unless you really want to end up like me. I knew I should have turned Arthur down…’

The sentence trails off as Molly frogmarches Ron down the hallway, presumably to drown him or something. Wish I had had opportunity to reply with witty comeback, but appears height of sophistication has abandoned me, and am left somewhat open mouthed at the events of the last two minutes.

Hear quiet chuckling coming across the kitchen table. Hairs rise on the back of my neck as I suddenly realise that I am alone with Severus once more. We have been left by ourselves as presumably the rest of the house is watching as Ron is soundly dunked.

‘I’m glad you found it amusing,’ I say primly.

‘Not at all, my dear Hermione,’ would sound far more sincere if he wasn’t still chuckling. ‘I was just wondering, if you are, as Mr Weasley so elegantly described, ‘gagging for it’?’

I place my butterbeer carefully on the table. I stretch my arms up into the air, giving him eyeful of unsupported breasts in camisole. He seems most impressed. We are alone. I am… in no uncertain terms… gagging for a certain potions master.

At the same time we spy the open door to the pantry. We do not have much time. There is a mad undignified scramble to the door, Severus kicks it shut behind us, and next thing I know I am being bent backwards over a sack of potatoes, and having the life kissed out of me. Ah. This is the life. Though, perhaps the potatoes might distract slightly from the romantic element of it all.

Am suddenly distracted from extremely thorough snogging by two things. The first is a crick in my back that my chiropractor is going to love, and the second is a hazy thought. Door. Severus, door. Door is shut. Sev kicked door shut…. Shit.

Almost head butt Potion’s Master in regally aquiline nose as I sit bolt upright, feet scrabbling for the floor.

‘Hermione?’ Severus is examining face presumably to check nose has not been lost in vast amounts of hair.

‘The door!’ I babble incoherently, pointing at the offending object.

Severus decides to humour me; turning to examine what I guess is a perfectly normal looking door. ‘Yes. It’s a very nice door, Hermione. However I’m not sure what point exactly you are trying to make.’

‘It’s shut!’ I wail, rather melodramatically I guess, but have feeling situation merits it. Busy self examining Severus’s pockets for wand. Discover very interesting wand that causes owner to emit several tight little gasps, and a groan that sends a shiver straight down my spine but no very long ebony coloured magical wand. Curse long and loudly.
Severus has recovered from impromptu groping enough to form words. ‘I shut the door Hermione, I not not aware that you prefer an audience for your sexual encounters, although, I shall certainly bear it in mind for the future.’

Is speaking to me in manner similar to how he used to address Neville. Slow, with more than a hint of sarcasm, and as if I was ever so slightly dimwitted.

‘You shouldn’t have bloody shut the door because you can’t bloody get it open again because it’s a bloody stupid door that sticks in its bloody stupid frame, which now means…. We’re bloody well stuck in here!’

Kick tin of peaches across pantry in huff. Hurt foot doing do. Refuse to let him see pain I am in, but fear limp may give it away.

‘We’re trapped?’ a slow smile appears on his face. ‘In here?’

Find myself smiling too. Why didn’t I realise this before? ‘How long do you think it’ll be before they realise?’ I whisper.

Never find out answer because am suddenly pressed against sack of potatoes again and thorough snogging is resumed.

Much as I am enjoying the way Severus Snape is exploring my mouth once more, and the way his hands are examining the contours of my body, decide it may be time to repay a certain favour. With determined push manage to get him pressed up against door. He looks confused for a moment (is expression not often seen on his face, shall relish it for the moment) but as I drop to my knees (damned dusty floor in here) he very quickly gets the idea, particularly as my hands are busy working on his belt.

Well hello there. Resist urge to coo over little Severus, despite being obviously impressed with biological measurements. It appears equally delighted to see me, and I immediately set about making my acquaintance with it, beyond a sly grope in the bath. Delicately lick the very tip of his velvety head, and am delighted at positive response I receive. (Mainly two hands being plunged into my mane, and a very deep groan.) Slowly slid the length of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat, and letting him enjoy the warm wetness of my willing mouth. (Thank the gods that Ginny and I spent last summer practising with those cucumbers. Felt more than slightly embarrassed at the time, now have nothing but praise for that red haired witch and her bright initiatives.)

Am really quite getting into this, is something very domineering about having a man in such a vulnerable and willing position. Can taste his arousal, salty but slightly sweet on my tongue, and prepare to speed up to complete the process.

Am interrupted by a heavy thumping on the door. Manage to control teeth as Severus is jolted forward by force of knocks, but almost find myself impaled on his long sword.

‘Hermione! Hermione! Are you in there?’ Harry is anxiously enquiring from the other side of the thick wood.

‘Um…’ I give the tip of Sev’s cock a thoughtful lick. ‘Yes?’ I answer tentatively.

‘Oh for Merlin’s sake, ‘Mione! You know not to shut the door. It jams.’

‘Yes, I’m well aware of that Harry,’ I continue my administrations on a delighted Severus.

‘Do you have your wand?’ Gah. Molly’s also standing out there now.

‘No, I don’t,’ voice comes out slightly muffled.

‘Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?’ Severus whispers down to me. Glare at him with as much dignity as I can manage with his hard throbbing cock in my mouth.

‘Is there someone else in there?’ Molly asks.

I sigh. Looks like our little encounter is about to be over, am about to stand up, when Sev lightly takes my head and holds it in place, pumping his hips gently so his cock slides in and out of my mouth. Suddenly very much get the idea, and continue eagerly. Never thought Snape would be one for an audience… although come to think of it, by the way he gives his first year speech, perhaps I should have guessed.

‘I’m afraid I’m stuck in here too, Molly,’ Sev calls, with a tiny little sigh at the end of the sentence. Try not to giggle as may have unfortunaonseonsequences. ‘I was helping Miss Granger fetch a crate of butterbeer out.’

‘Oh Severus!’ Molly apparently has no hesitation in treating Professor Snape as she would any member of her vast adopted family.

Can’t resist it, murmur quietly ‘Oh Severus!’ in a half mocking, half lecherous tone. Am rewarded by a tap on my head, and a sudden speeding up. Appears our esteemed potion’s master is rapidly approaching his own personal climax. Realising we don’t have much time, I apply myself completely to the task in hand.

‘Oh well, give me a minute to get my wand, we’ll have you out in a jiffy.’ Can hear Molly rambling off to wherever she last left her wand.

‘Oh gods,’ Severus gasps, he’s close, so close, can feel his cock getting even harder in my mouth, slowly, tentatively, I slide my hand inside his shorts, and press on that oh so sensitive patch of skin just behind his balls. It works, his hands tighten in my hair, he gives a moan, and pours forth into my mouth. With a satisfied smile, I lap up all he has to offer, until he’s sucked clean.

Is just in time too, as we hear Molly and Harry return. Quickly wipe mouth with back of hand, and try to stop grinning like the cat that got the cream (so to speak). Severus reinserts Little Severus and quickly zips up his trousers. There is a flash of light and the door flies open. The pair of us skulk out guiltily and he immediately dashes off to join Albus in conversation. Am most miffed by this but am distracted by Harry tugging on my sleeve.

‘But ‘Mione’ he says in a confused voice, (Boy Who Lived he may be, Boy With Brains is something we may never know) gesturing under the table. ‘We’ve got plenty of butterbeer.’

Indeed. There is a half empty crate of bottles under the table. Give Harry a smug smile, and saunter off, leaving Boy Wonder even more confused.

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So the party ended. Well, actually it more collapsed as people got paralytic and then crashed out on whatever available space they could find. Was most amused to find Albus asleep in the bath that Severus and I had previously occupied. If only he knew…

After brushing my teeth, and checking for anything that might put a potential lover off, I hurriedly got into bed, and decided to wait. He had to come. He had to. After everything today, he must be gagging for it as much as I am.

1am went by.

As did 2am…

By half two was working self up into simmering mess of burning sexual tension. Shortly followed by seriously sulky mood due to none appearance of sexy Potions Master.

He must have decided that it is perfectly acceptable to perform oral sex on a student while she is in the bath. And it’s perfectly ok for the Head Girl (no pun intended) to give him head in the pantry. But to actually shag her, that would be to cross the line into unethical. Bah. Potions Masters are probably bound to something like Hippocratic Oath. Throw in being a teacher as well, and we’re talking seriously ethical. (Although the looks Remus was giving Ginny tonight may well be the exception to prove the rule.)

Give up. Pull duvet over head and sulk. Hmm. Is nice and warm and cosy under duvet. Feeling sleepy….

Gah!!!

Wake up with start as there is a horrific crash followed by even more horrific scream. Grab wand and bounce out to corridor, thanking the gods am on top floor, and therefore relatively sheltered from rest of house. Waving wand wildly, as if expecting to have to face Voldemort himself while in my rather short pjs.

Gape as Severus is backing out of Molly and Arthur’s room.

‘Am sorry, Molly, am so sorry, I didn’t know this was your room’ he’s whimpering.
Understand the fear on his face as a harpy formerly known as Molly Weasley, complete with hair net and rollers and wearing a pink dressing gown follows him out, brandishing her wand.

‘What I want to know, Severus Snape, is what you were doing trying to get into my bed at nearly 3am in the morning. I’m a married woman I’ll have you know! And I don’t think poor Arthur will ever recover from the shock,’ in the middle of her tirade she notices me, ‘Hermione, what are you doing up, go back to bed dear, you’ll catch your death of cold. And you Severus, I’m waiting for my answer.’

Severus turns round and glances at me. He’s in a quandary, I can tell. He can’t admit he was coming for me, which, by the way his eyes light up at my camisole and short pjs, was his intention, as Molly will have him strung up by his bollocks for corrupting me. So what is he to do?

‘Um.’

Never have I heard the Potions Master so inarticulate. Is a testament to Molly’s mothering skills that she can control fully grown men, not to mention fully grown men who can put the fear of the gods into students and is a death eater with a single glare. Perhaps her skills should be utilised more fully against Voldemort. Even he would obey if Molly were to order him to bed. Severus is still trying to come up with answer.

‘Well?’

There is a muttered reply, and I believe it is uttered in complete and utter desperation. ‘I was looking for Remus’s room.’

‘Remus?’ Molly’s eyebrows shoot up to meet her hair net. She goggles at Potions Master for a few moments, but with two sons like Fred and George, it’s very difficult to shock her. She’s composed within seconds, and put a comforting arm around Severus. ‘I always thought you were the sensitive type. I knew there had to be a reason why a lovely chap like you wasn’t married. And Remus. Well, he’s a lovely young man too, and intelligent, I’m sure if you make your feelings known, you might be surprised by his response.’

Severus looks horrified. He manages to untangle himself from Molly’s embrace. ‘Yes, well, I’ll just be off to bed then,’ he stutters, completely stunned by the situation he’s found himself in.

‘Goodnight then, my dear, and don’t worry, it’ll all be alright. You just be patient my dear.’ She smiles warmly at Severus, and then at me. ‘And you run off to bed too, Hermione, it was a late night, you’ll need your rest. See you both in the morning.’

‘Goodnight Mrs Weasley,’ I say, before vanishing into my room, making sure Severus knows which one it is. Am just getting comfy in bed, when door opens, and he sidles in, keeping to the shadows as if Molly is about to jump on him again.

‘Well, well, well, Miss Granger, and why are you awake at this time of night?’ he purrs.

For moment consider not going along with game (as is obviously game as he is smirking broadly) and simply dragging him into bed, but decide should be adventurous as possible when it comes to shagging a teacher.

‘I was waiting for someone, Professor Snape,’ I say, looking him boldly in the eye.

‘Oh yes?’ he’s very close to the bed now, feel little prickles of tension break out all over my skin. Is delicious sensation. ‘And would that be one of your little Gryffindor friends?’

‘No, Professor Snape,’ I shake my head so vigorously the duvet slides down revealing the lace of my camisole, and the promise of more beneath the sheets.

‘So who exactly where you waiting for?’ he is nearly on top of me now, his mouth dangerously close to mine.

‘Why, you, Professor,’ I murmur as his hands slide the bed clothes away from me.

‘Correct answer as usual, Miss Granger,’ he mocks, moments before his lips touch mine.

Is something slow and leisurely about this time, as if we knew that all the previous encounters would be interrupted, buts tis time, we have till the dawn and beyond. There is no rush. It is a gentle exploration of each other’s bodies, slowly I peel pff his black tshirt, and jeans, to reveal a pale, battle scarred body, that to me, is infinitely more attractive than tan tanned muscled hunks ever could be. Severus’s muscles are defined, he is lean, mean, lithe, with a subtle strength. My fingers curl in the black hair that trails down his lean stomach my knuckles mere inches above his erect cock, I can feel the heat coming from it, my own skin burns with desire for him. Slowly he strips me, my naked body protesting against the cold air of the night until he covers it with his own, letting his heat warm my skin, his desire evident in every touch. There is no mocking, no witty remarks, just us, sighing declarations of lust, a frantic ‘I want you,’ escapes my lips, he kisses me, his fingers trailing over my ribs, ‘You shall have me,’ he promises.

He teases me for what seems like hours, kisses are planted on what feels like every inch of my body, I try to find a way to touch him, to give him pleasure, but he simply returns the focus to me once more. His tongue is lazily lapping at my folds, my fingers entwine in silken hair as I move against his mouth, begging for more, for mercy, for release, myasurasure rising with every flick of his tongue, an increasing pressure forms deep within me, causing me to writhe, to buck, to lift my hips, to moan his name, my voice a low growl, coming from deep within me, sweat breaks out on my white hot flesh, I cannot bear it a moment longer, yet the passion sweeps me away, carrying me on a wave I cannot deny, cannot control, I am helpless, and at his command, until, with a firm tongue he presses hard against my clit, and I am lost in that timeless pleasure, that exquisite pain, the ecstasy throbbing deep within me, until panting, wanting more, I land back within myself, and open sleepy, lust filled eyes to gaze upon the man who can do this to me.

Once more he envelopes my body with his, those hard, long legs over mine, I am helplessly pinned beneath him, those black eyes appear to gaze into my soul, and at that moment, I know that for this night, I belong to him. Once more he kisses me, and my eyes widen at the sweet taste of myself on his lips. He senses my hesitation, and waits for me to become comfortable with the taste of my arousal, my tongue licks my dampness from his lower lip, I taste what he tastes, and I find it not distasteful, but sensuous, it fills my senses, and I kiss him once more, tasting him, tasting myself and not minding it.

His knee parts my legs surely, and then I feel him, the moist tip of his cock pressing at the very centre of my being, his eyes ask my permission, and I would not deny him now, he dips inside me, and rests there, just letting me feel the head of his cock inside me, and suddenly I am hungry for more, I want him, my legs raise of their own accord, wrapping them around his hips, and he sheathes himself completely in my. Our bodies find our rhythms, rocking, sliding, teasing, thrusting, my hair sticks to my sweat dampened brow, as does his, he breathes deeply as if he is trying to control himself, and I s tha that this is deeper than a casual fuck for him as well. Somehow we are matched, and now we are one. This was when it was supposed to happen. He thrusts into me, deeper each time, smoothly, each thrust bringing us closer, I feel myself losing control once more, and I do not know how I shall survive it again, how I shall ever recover if I tip over that edge a second time, but I do, and no matter how much I cling onto him, still the feelings swamp me, my muscles clamp ar him him in their own private dance of lust, and he silently pours himself into me, giving his soul to me, so that I am his and he is mine.

We collapse onto the bed, our skin damply touching, and sleep.

I wake up as the light begins to creep into the room, and find myself still entwined in my Potion’s master’s arms. Cannot help but stare at fascination at the way his face is relaxed in sleep, in slumber it is as if all tension has been drawn away, he loses that haunted, bitter look that is so familiar to all us students, and I saviour this moment, knowing I am one of the few that have seen it. I reach out to brush a lock of black hair from his eyes, when a hand moves like lightning to catch my wrist.

‘Five points from Gryffindor for disturbing a teacher’s rest.’

He plants a kiss on the inside of my pale wrist, never once opening his eyes. Am quite content to lie there for some time until the desire to kiss him once more overtakes me. Leaning down, I discover he’s more than willing to respond, eagerly doing so, rolling over so he pins me beneath him once more.

I cannot help it. I have to ask. ‘So, what is all this about a certain werewolf?’ I tease.

There is a look of bemusement on his face before he realises what I am talking about. Then there is a look of pure unadulterated horror. ‘Oh shite,’ he mutters into my shoulder.

‘Molly isn’t going to simply forget this. She is going to matchmake. And you are, after all, both lovely men…’

‘How long before we can return to Hogwarts?’ he pleads.

‘Oh, about ten days before the start of term.’ I laugh.

‘Bugger it all.’

I have more pressing concerns. ‘When we return, I was wondering…’

‘Yes?’

‘Would you like to come and share a bath with me in the Headgirl’s bathroom. Its such a huge bath and I do get lonely in there.’

Not usually so simpering, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do…

‘I’d be delighted to,’ he says, taking an interest in the soft skin of my throat, ‘And then perhaps I could return the favour…’

‘Oh really?’

‘We do get certain privileges as teachers, perhaps you would like to see just how my bath compares to yours… I think you will certainly… be… impressed…’

I must say I look forward to seeing it… but right now, as his lips travel south, I have far more immediate matters on my mind…

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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, I hope you have enjoyed this little smut fest.

Daya.