Sloe Comfy Screw Up Against A Potions Bench

A Sloe Comfortable Screw Up Against The Potions Bench - Chapter Four

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“Where are you taking me, then?” Hermione teased. “I didn’t bring a sweater, and it’s cold outside.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Where I’m going to take you, you don’t need clothes. Let me help you out of those stockings.” With slow attention, Severus bent to roll one stocking down her leg and off. “I notice they stay up without suspenders. How do you do that?”

Smiling, she replied, “Magic, of course.”

He rolled the other stocking off, kissing her knees. He moved up to kiss her again, but she scrambled away. “Where are you going, Granger?”

“There’s a lovely bed here. I thought I’d get into it. Unless you have a better suggestion?” Hermione waited.

Irritated at his own insecurity, he ad, bd, but helping her turn down the fluffy duvet and toss the silly decorator pillows to the floor restored his mood. “Hideous things.”

“I agree.” Chuckling, she slid under the covers. “Ooh! Chilly sheets. What I want to know it, how did you know this bed would be empty when we apparated onto it?”

“Simple. I have rented this room for the night.”

“How? Using a time turner? Did you even know you were going to run into me ton?” ?”

Snape shucked off his trousers and socks and got into bed next to her. “No, I rented the room before leaving for the party. Draco drinks so much I thought I’d save myself some effort and simply apparate him here. He could sleep off his drunk and I could walk back to Hogwarts. He gets tea and sympathy from the landlady in the morning and I get to sleep in my own bed without having to carry him back to the school in a wheelbarrow.”

“So, what’s Draco going to do without you?” She rolled on top of him.

“Cope, I trust.” He kissed her chin, nibbled up to her lips and captured them. “Why are you still wearing your underpants?”

“Why are you still wearing yours?” Hermione slipped her fingers under his waistband, searching for the buttons she knew fastened them closed. “We are here to have sex, right?”

“That was what I had in mind,” he told her dryly.

Hermione giggled, finding his buttons and working them free. “Good. Five years is an awful long time to go without a proper shag.”

He snorted dubiously. “What happened to: “I’m a witch, I have needs” don’t worry about my social life Professor Snape?” He assisted her efforts to free him from the bondage of clothing.

“I wasn’t talking about me, I was talking about you.” Hermione impatiently tossed his white cotton to the floor.

Severus Snape raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me? What makes you think I have been celibate for the last five years?”

“I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about a proper shag.” Hermione kissed him firmly. “It’s not a proper shag unless certain standards are met.”

He could have debated this, but he just removed her silk knickers and flung them away. “Show me this proper shag of yours, then.”

At last, they were both naked, in bed, together. Five years of drunken nights and hopeless fantasies hadn’t really prepared Hermione for the reality of facing Severus Snape again. The alcohol still coursing through her system coupled with the sudden realization that this wasn’t just another dream, sent her over the edge. “Forget it. Just fuck me, already.” Determined not to waste another moment she threw herself at him, straddling his erection.

Snape chuckled low in his throat. “Anything to please a lady.” He flipped her onto her back pressed loving kisses across her shoulders.

Hermione sought his mouth with her own, clumsily trying to regain her position on top. Eventually, she was straddling him again, rubbing herself against his erection. Snape’s dexterous hands pushed up on her breasts, fondling and kneading them until she was nearly mindless and making undignified mewing noises.

Taking advantage of her weakened state, he eased the moaning woman off him and threw his leg over her, trapping her with her legs open.

“Hurry up!” she panted. “It’s been too long.”

“Slow down, Hermione. We have all night.”

But this only fueled her urgency. “I need you in me, now!” She squirmed when he caressed her belly, bucking her hips up to meet his hand. When he finally relented, slipping one long finger between her legs, she sighed and eased her legs open further. “More, Severus, more.”

“Easy, Hermione. I want it to be good for you.” He teased her clitoris gently and she came almost instantly, shaking and arching her back, liftier her hips off the mattress in desperation to get closer. She was dripping wet and hungry for more.

She growled and pushed his hand away. “No more foreplay. I’ve had five years of missing you, avoiding you at parties and falling into bed with completely inappropriate people. Five years of foreplay is enough. Now!” She took his fully engorged member into her hand and pulled it, gently, to where she wanted it most. Where his cock led, rus rus followed, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her.

“Here?” he asked, teasher her further. “Like this?” He nudged at her opening, but refused to sheathe himself fully.

Almost crying in frustration, Hermione lifted her hips to meet him, grabbing his buttocks firmly and driving him home.

“Ahhh!” Like getting into a hot bath at the end of a rough day, Hermione and Severus both sighed with the pleasure of their joining. Snape wanted to savor the moment a little longer, but Hermione had other ideas.

She began rotating her hips against his, little nudges that forced him to respond in kind. Her mouth fastened on his neck and began to suck and nibble a chain of little marks along his pale, pale skin. Her hands kneaded his hips, his buttocks and as far down the backs of his legs as she could reach. “Come on. Move.” She urged him on with a desperate grip.

Severus could do nothing else. He withdrew himself slightly and slammed home again, eliciting a surprised cry of pleasure from the woman beneath him.

“Yes! Again!” Another slam, another cry, and Hermione’s legs embraced him as her arms did. “Oh, yes! Yes!” They moved together, gasping and crying out with the sweet friction between them.

Hermione came first, screaming wordlessly. A few strokes later, a guttural grunt from Severus marked his completion. He collapsed against the woman in his arms. They clung together, breathing heavily but otherwise unmoving.

“Did that qualify?”

“Hmmm?”

Severus kissed her lazily. “Was that a proper shag?”

“Well, it wasn’t bad.” Hermione squeezed him. “But I suspect we’ll have to do that eight or nine more times before I’m convinced you have the technique down.”

He kissed the side of her neck and rolled off her, reaching for his wand. He performed a quick cleaning charm and pulled the duvet back into place over them.

“Mmmm.” Hermione buried her face in his hair, her fingers teasing the sensitive place on the back of his neck. Snape twitched. Hermione giggled, her fingers soot now now as she relaxed into his embrace. “Sorry.”

“What was that all about?”

“Just checking.”

He lasted for thirty seconds before succumbing to the inevitable. “Checking what?” he asked, sounding aggrieved.

“Did you hear that the Weasley twins decided to use Harry’s last party as a focus group to test out their new “Fantasy Sex Blindfold” toy?”

“Don’t tell me. You were drunk and they tried it on you first?”

Hermione shook her head. “No. I was actually the fourth or fifth person they tried. I’m not sure how it works, but when it’s tied around your eyes you see only the object of your deepest desires and you interpret everything as though that person were with you.”

“And you saw?”

“You, of course.” Hermione curled up against her lover, resting her cheek on his chest. “I thought that maybe I’d found the answer. Somebody kissed me, and in my head, I could see you kissing me. But the lips on my mouth tasted wrong. His hands on my shoulders felt wrong. I touched the back of his neck and he didn’t twitch. Then he said something, I think it was Fred, and his voice didn’t send the shivers up my spine that yours does. I realized that I didn’t just want the fantasy of you. Sex with you had been good, but what I really missed was knowing you, having you in my life. Maybe that\'s why I didn\'t run away screaming when you appeared with Draco tonight.”

Snape couldn’t argue with that. He kissed top top of her head and cradled her close. \"Then what happened? With the Weasleys, I mean.\"

“I took the blindfold off and told them their product was crap and it would never sell. They’re going to make a mint with it, of course. Most of the people they tried it on saw Quiddich stars or centerfolds. Only I was unimaginative enough to see someone I actually knew.” Hermione closed her eyes. “Wake me up when we have to leave.”

He caressed her hair, appreciating the feel of this warm woman resting so naturally in his arms. “For what it’s worth, telling you to leave was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I thought it was for the best. I know that one night isn’t going to fix everything between us, but Hermione, I’d like a chance to make it up to you. I miss you, too. Can we please try again?”

Gentle snores were the only answer he got from his companion. Dousing the lights, he snugged duv duvet around them both and followed her example.

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Severus wore black robes transfigured from his trousers. If people noticed he was mostly naked underneath the severely buttoned garment, nobody in Hogsmeade commented on it. The apothecary, however, pointed out the beautiful hickey blooming on the side of the dour professor\'s neck and offered a bruise potion. Snape merely sniffed and pretended he hadn\'t heard the gentleman.

He eventually returned to the inn with a net bag full of supplies and kissed Hermione awake.

“Good morning, my beautiful Hermione.”

Hermione winced and ran her tongue over fuzzy teeth. “Ugh. What time is it?” Her hair was tangled and frizzed on one side and matted flat on the other.

Severus glanced at the clock. “Nearly check out time. But I’ve brought something that will make you feel better.”

“A guillotine?”

“Something to drink.” He enlarged the #2 cauldron and set it over the hearth. “This potion starts with a teacup full of orange juice and three dried sloes. You know what sloes are, don’t you, Miss Granger?”

Hermione hid under the covers. “Ack! Too early for pop quiz!”

Severus Snape chuckled and added a few more ingredients to the simmering brew. Three clockwise stirs with a blackthorn stave and the potion was poured through a filter into a gold edged china teacup decorated with violets. Setting the cup on a matching saucer, he brought the preparation to Hermione’s hiding place and folded back the edge of the duvet. “Drink this. It will make you feel better.”

She peered up at him suspiciously. “What is it?”

Smirking, Snape informed her superciliously, “It is a concoction I have recently renamed. It used to be called Quickham’s Hangover Potion no. 8, but I believe I will now refer to it as A Sloe Comfortable Screw Up Against The Potions Bench, in commemoration.”

Hermione sniffed at the warm liquid. It didn’t smell too bad. It had a fruity, almost citrusy aroma, with an undercurrent of spiced oatmeal. “It smells a bit breakfasty.” She sipped. She didn’t die. She drained the glass. “Oh, that’s simply heavenly!” Hermione handed the cup and saucer back to Snape so she could sit up and stretch. The fuzz was gone from her teeth, her head was clear and she felt like she\'d just finished a week\'s holiday at the seaside. “I feel almost human again.” She smiled, not seeming to realize she was still naked.

“Are you not going to ask me what this name change is supposed to commemorate?” he inquired archly, setting the teacup aside.

“I thought you were commemorating the fact that I taught you how to make a muggle mixed drink last night.” She looked around the room. “Do you happen to know where my knickers went?”

“Your knickers are on the lampshade, but you don’t need to transfigure them. I bought you fresh robes at Madame Malkin’s.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot. “And no, that is not what I am commemorating.”

Hermione got up to rummage among the bedclothes for her stockings. “Well?”

Warm fingers pulled the silk from her hands. Severus embraced Hermione from behind and murmured into her ear. “I renamed the potion because now that you are no longer hung over I have no moral qualms about taking you back to my rooms at Hogwarts and enjoying a slow comfortable screw up against the wall, the potions bench or the bookcase.”

His voice woke a fresh wave of longings within her. “Why didn’t you say so? I’m ready to go!”

Snape stepped away. “Clothes first, then shagging.”

Pouting, Hermione dressed in the robes Snape had bought her, and they were only a little late checking out of the room. Holding hands, they ran most of the way to Hogwarts.

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That evening at supper, Hermione sat at the head table as a guest and valued alumna of the school. Many members of staff seemed to be nursing hangovers. Only Dumbledore ate heartily. Hermione thought he was disgustingly cheery, and coming from the woman who’d just spent the day reconciling in the most satisfactory way with the man she’d been carrying a torch for since her sixth year, that was quite the condemnation.

Draco looked horribly tired and hung over, yet awfully content. He had brought a guest of his own to table. Neville Longbottom was determinedly dishing green vegetables onto Draco’s plate. Draco was just as determined to ignore them. Stealing a kiss from Neville when he thought nobody was looking, Draco used the opportunity to shift some of the greens from his own plate to the plate on his other side, which happened to be Trelawney’s. The seeress complained that the souls of the tortured vegetables were very bad for The Sight and fled.

“So, what do you think of Draco and Neville?” Snape asked quietly as he reached over her for the platter of roast potatoes.

Hermione shrugged and hastily chewed and swallowed her mouthful of chicken. “I’m not sure they’ll stay together, but at least they have something in common.”

“What’s that? A love for muggle libations?”

She shook her head. “I guess that now Harry’s finally settling down with Ginny, they’ve both given up.”

Snape spluttered. “What?”

Minerva McGonagall winced and waved her hand feebly in his direction. “Keep your voice down, for Merlin’s sake.”

“It’s not Merlin who has the hangover,” Dumbledore muttered.

But Snape had calmed down. “Are you trying to tell me that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Longbottom were both in love with Harry Potter?” Hermione nodded. He found her hand and squeezed it. “I suppose if they’re happy…” A cruel, horrible thought crossed the threshold between brain and mouth and escaped. “If I were to settle down with somebody appropriate to my age and station in life… would you give up on me then?”

“You aren’t going to have the chance. Now that I have you, I’m not letting go.” She looked insufferably smug. “So don’t you start spouting any noble nonsense about giving me up for my own good. It worked once. It won’t work this time.”

Severus Snape tugged Hermione Granger out of her chair. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

“I haven’t had my pudding yet!” she complained.

He leaned close to mutter in her ear. “And I haven’t had you up against the potions bench yet.”

Hermione was out the door before the treacle tart hit the table, dragging Snape by the front of his coat. He didn’t look like he was complaining.

Fin

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