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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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5
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7,563
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15
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And Then There Were Two
A/N Bye-bye, Ginny! Disclaimers as before.
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
She drifted, languid, listening to the deep breathing of her companions and brushing Ginny’s curves with her own as they shifted over the hardness of a fine male form. His arms had wrapped arounem; em; his breathing a soft huff disturbing her hair.
Sod going all night, she decided groggily. He might be able to, but she needed a rest, and she was damned if she’d let Ginny get more than fifty percent of his attention. That’s not him getting - oh, no, relax, Hermione, he’s just getting comfy.
Peace reigned. Briefly.
Da-da-da da-da-da da-da-da-da-daahhhh!
“Bollocks!”
Ginny rocketed out of bed, tripping on the top sheet as it twined around her ankle. Severus’ lunge for his wand was intercepted by Hermione throwing her full weight onto his extended arm before he could do any unnecessary damage.
“It’s all right, just her mobile!” she yelped, watching an assortment of feminine garments arc into the air as Ginny desperately sought the source of the aggravating, tinny sound. Too many years leading a dangerous double life had left him with superlative reflexes, she reflected, and an unfortunate propensity to imagine thrst rst of any unexpected sound.
Like he’s going to be hexed by a bloody godawful mobile tooting the theme from William Tell!
As if he’d even recognise the tune of the outdated black-and-white television programme. However, Hermione could slither back to her side of the bed satisfied her prompt action had prevented either Ginny or the small metallic device she came up with against her ear being blasted to bits.
“Yeah, love, I know, I should’ve mentioned it, but I honestly didn’t want to worry you,” the redhead gabbled, silencing the quacks emerging from the device. With a chopping gesture she signalled her demand for quiet, and Hermione nodded her compliance, dragging up the covers to hold in their dissipating body heat. Muggle devices, she told Mum a hundred times a week, should never be brought into the Magical environment. Too much potential for misunderstanding.
“No, don’t worry, you stay in the Great Hall and I’ll make my way back, I only needed a breath of air. No, I can hear what a good time you’re all having, don’t come into the cold for my sake. Just keep my drunken twat of a brother off the tables, there’s a love. Be with you in a tic, promise. Bye.”
She disconnected and hurled the offending object into the next room, where its clatter suggested the antique mahogany table migave ave sustained damage. Severus glared. “If that’s left a scratch…”
“I’ll kiss it better.” Ginny discarded Hermione’s bra in favour of her own. “Bollocks to their sensibilities! I’m not playing bloody Muggles for anyone!”
Hermione snickered. Even Severus unbent enough for a quarter-smile. “Muggle communication device?” he enquired. Ginny sniffed.
“Bastards,” she announced, leaning over her friend to plant a smacking kiss on his open mouth. “WI coI could stay, Sexpot, but duty calls. You have fun, kiddies.”
It was, Hermione conceded, one hell of an exit. Even the hiatus in the drama as she picked up her phone didn’t detract from the overall effect.
Severus rolled onto his hip to stare at her, pleasantly surprised that one conspirator’s departure did not mean the immediate withdrawal of the other. Indeed, Miss Granger seemed to be settling in for the night, her svelte form stretched along his, breasts flattening into his chest. “I s’pose you’ve gathered, she’s not over-keen on the phone.”
“With such a charming way of announcing itself, I am not surprised. It is - some kind of fellytone?”
Don’t laugh, you don’t want a nasty case of green boils, girl. “Yes. She’d blast it to Hell if she could, but it was a present.”
“Arthur and Molly have deplorable taste, as if one couldn’t discern that from the quality of offspring they’ve produced.”
“It wasn’t from them, silly!” Good God, she was calling the Horror of Hogwarts silly and getting away with it. “It was from the Dursleys.”
He didn’t appear traumatised by the revelation; merely puzzled. “Potter?”
“Really, Severus, don’t you read the newspapers? They’ve been a standard of DailDaily Prophet gossip column since Easter.”
“Not a section of the abominable propaganda sheet I regularly peruse.” Something was bothering him, and it didn’t take a degree in Divination to guess what. “Then why…”
Hermione clicked her tongue. “Because, while she may be Gryffindor, she’s still human.”
“Then they are not paragons? The world as we know it will crumble.”
“Oh, shut up.” Did he never drop his Slytherin persecution complex for a moment? “Gin’s very fond of Harry, but - well, she’s not his first, but she is, if you follow.”
“Mr Potter is as straight as a bicorn’s smaller horn, girl, we all know that!”
“Ginny didn’t, ’til he got her between the sheets for the first time and announced he’d never done it with a real girl before.”
“Even Pansy Parkinson had better taste than to go for him, though her verdict on Gryffindor males as lovers was, I understand, based on an extensive programme of research.”
“Crap shags? Yes, well, I’ve had two of ’em, and she wasn’t wro
She hadn’t envisaged anything like this. Lots of wild, animalistic sex, sure. She’d hoped the Chief Slytherin would live up to his House reputation in that department. But she hadn’t predicted he’d be playful.
Or amusing. Or so incredibly, outrageously, un-Snape.
“So: why did Ginny suck you off? Why did The Girl Who Shags The Boy Who Lived To Spout Rubbish follow you to bed? Because, you attractive brute of a wizard, you, one doesn’t often get chance to act out one’s secret fantasies.
“When I was in sixth year, she and I got into a catfight over which of us was going to shag you first. We only cooled down when Ginny suggested a threesome. And while Harry’s a sweet boy, he can’t satisfy a woman; he wouldn’t keep a fifth-year Hufflepuff on the boil, from what Ginny says, and she’s the all-time Gryffindor shagging sensation. Didn’t you notice Harry eyeing up Creevey’s arse in the Hall?”
That feral smile of his had scared several types of shit out of her for years. Hermione shook off the outdated memories. Like a twelve-year-old can recognise raw sex when it struts in front of her!
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“Why are you still here?”
“Ah, I see. Severus, I’m an only child. The sharing fantasy was Ginny’s, and she’s had to be good at that. Never having had to share my toys, I’m…”
“Selfish.” Why was he so smug about that?
“Very. Where my favourite things are concerned.”
Was he happy to be a Gryffindor’s plaything? Her fingers trailed down his ribcage, and his mind made itself up. Oh yes, he was happy!
Dear Me, Gi, Ginny hadn’t been wrong about mature wizards! It was the last coherent thought Hermione had, and he permitted her no more through a long and hectic night of pleasure.
A/N An epilogue to come, and a sequel, sex and the student witch, in the planning stage. Thanks again for reading!
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
She drifted, languid, listening to the deep breathing of her companions and brushing Ginny’s curves with her own as they shifted over the hardness of a fine male form. His arms had wrapped arounem; em; his breathing a soft huff disturbing her hair.
Sod going all night, she decided groggily. He might be able to, but she needed a rest, and she was damned if she’d let Ginny get more than fifty percent of his attention. That’s not him getting - oh, no, relax, Hermione, he’s just getting comfy.
Peace reigned. Briefly.
Da-da-da da-da-da da-da-da-da-daahhhh!
“Bollocks!”
Ginny rocketed out of bed, tripping on the top sheet as it twined around her ankle. Severus’ lunge for his wand was intercepted by Hermione throwing her full weight onto his extended arm before he could do any unnecessary damage.
“It’s all right, just her mobile!” she yelped, watching an assortment of feminine garments arc into the air as Ginny desperately sought the source of the aggravating, tinny sound. Too many years leading a dangerous double life had left him with superlative reflexes, she reflected, and an unfortunate propensity to imagine thrst rst of any unexpected sound.
Like he’s going to be hexed by a bloody godawful mobile tooting the theme from William Tell!
As if he’d even recognise the tune of the outdated black-and-white television programme. However, Hermione could slither back to her side of the bed satisfied her prompt action had prevented either Ginny or the small metallic device she came up with against her ear being blasted to bits.
“Yeah, love, I know, I should’ve mentioned it, but I honestly didn’t want to worry you,” the redhead gabbled, silencing the quacks emerging from the device. With a chopping gesture she signalled her demand for quiet, and Hermione nodded her compliance, dragging up the covers to hold in their dissipating body heat. Muggle devices, she told Mum a hundred times a week, should never be brought into the Magical environment. Too much potential for misunderstanding.
“No, don’t worry, you stay in the Great Hall and I’ll make my way back, I only needed a breath of air. No, I can hear what a good time you’re all having, don’t come into the cold for my sake. Just keep my drunken twat of a brother off the tables, there’s a love. Be with you in a tic, promise. Bye.”
She disconnected and hurled the offending object into the next room, where its clatter suggested the antique mahogany table migave ave sustained damage. Severus glared. “If that’s left a scratch…”
“I’ll kiss it better.” Ginny discarded Hermione’s bra in favour of her own. “Bollocks to their sensibilities! I’m not playing bloody Muggles for anyone!”
Hermione snickered. Even Severus unbent enough for a quarter-smile. “Muggle communication device?” he enquired. Ginny sniffed.
“Bastards,” she announced, leaning over her friend to plant a smacking kiss on his open mouth. “WI coI could stay, Sexpot, but duty calls. You have fun, kiddies.”
It was, Hermione conceded, one hell of an exit. Even the hiatus in the drama as she picked up her phone didn’t detract from the overall effect.
Severus rolled onto his hip to stare at her, pleasantly surprised that one conspirator’s departure did not mean the immediate withdrawal of the other. Indeed, Miss Granger seemed to be settling in for the night, her svelte form stretched along his, breasts flattening into his chest. “I s’pose you’ve gathered, she’s not over-keen on the phone.”
“With such a charming way of announcing itself, I am not surprised. It is - some kind of fellytone?”
Don’t laugh, you don’t want a nasty case of green boils, girl. “Yes. She’d blast it to Hell if she could, but it was a present.”
“Arthur and Molly have deplorable taste, as if one couldn’t discern that from the quality of offspring they’ve produced.”
“It wasn’t from them, silly!” Good God, she was calling the Horror of Hogwarts silly and getting away with it. “It was from the Dursleys.”
He didn’t appear traumatised by the revelation; merely puzzled. “Potter?”
“Really, Severus, don’t you read the newspapers? They’ve been a standard of DailDaily Prophet gossip column since Easter.”
“Not a section of the abominable propaganda sheet I regularly peruse.” Something was bothering him, and it didn’t take a degree in Divination to guess what. “Then why…”
Hermione clicked her tongue. “Because, while she may be Gryffindor, she’s still human.”
“Then they are not paragons? The world as we know it will crumble.”
“Oh, shut up.” Did he never drop his Slytherin persecution complex for a moment? “Gin’s very fond of Harry, but - well, she’s not his first, but she is, if you follow.”
“Mr Potter is as straight as a bicorn’s smaller horn, girl, we all know that!”
“Ginny didn’t, ’til he got her between the sheets for the first time and announced he’d never done it with a real girl before.”
“Even Pansy Parkinson had better taste than to go for him, though her verdict on Gryffindor males as lovers was, I understand, based on an extensive programme of research.”
“Crap shags? Yes, well, I’ve had two of ’em, and she wasn’t wro
She hadn’t envisaged anything like this. Lots of wild, animalistic sex, sure. She’d hoped the Chief Slytherin would live up to his House reputation in that department. But she hadn’t predicted he’d be playful.
Or amusing. Or so incredibly, outrageously, un-Snape.
“So: why did Ginny suck you off? Why did The Girl Who Shags The Boy Who Lived To Spout Rubbish follow you to bed? Because, you attractive brute of a wizard, you, one doesn’t often get chance to act out one’s secret fantasies.
“When I was in sixth year, she and I got into a catfight over which of us was going to shag you first. We only cooled down when Ginny suggested a threesome. And while Harry’s a sweet boy, he can’t satisfy a woman; he wouldn’t keep a fifth-year Hufflepuff on the boil, from what Ginny says, and she’s the all-time Gryffindor shagging sensation. Didn’t you notice Harry eyeing up Creevey’s arse in the Hall?”
That feral smile of his had scared several types of shit out of her for years. Hermione shook off the outdated memories. Like a twelve-year-old can recognise raw sex when it struts in front of her!
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“Why are you still here?”
“Ah, I see. Severus, I’m an only child. The sharing fantasy was Ginny’s, and she’s had to be good at that. Never having had to share my toys, I’m…”
“Selfish.” Why was he so smug about that?
“Very. Where my favourite things are concerned.”
Was he happy to be a Gryffindor’s plaything? Her fingers trailed down his ribcage, and his mind made itself up. Oh yes, he was happy!
Dear Me, Gi, Ginny hadn’t been wrong about mature wizards! It was the last coherent thought Hermione had, and he permitted her no more through a long and hectic night of pleasure.
A/N An epilogue to come, and a sequel, sex and the student witch, in the planning stage. Thanks again for reading!