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Chapter 3: Squeaky Clean
A/N: Made some lemonade for this chapter :)
Chapter 3: Squeaky Clean
Hermione was sitting in her living room reading, truth be told her eyes were skimming the chapters, she was nervous as hell. Today was the day she would get an answer from Hogwarts. If she got the job she would pick up and leave her flat tomorrow and move into her quarters.
She had decided to come into the lounge room to read, after realising that when she stood in the kitchen she had successfully consumed three cups of tea and a full packet of chocolate biscuits.
Her eyes skimmed Hogwarts: A History for what was surely close to the hundredth time. As she glanced curiously at the window of her living room for the 20th time that minute she decided to force herself to calm down.
It was only lunchtime, and Headmaster Snape had said her reply would come mid-afternoon. She decided she had time for a relaxing bath.
She walked into her bathroom and started the water running, adding oils, and bubble bath to the steaming water as she left to undress.
She pulled her robes and clothes off quickly, folding them over the bottom of her bed before wrapping a silk robe around herself and going back into the bathroom.
She put her wireless on top of the toilet and charmed it to a soft rock station. Once the bath was full she shed her robe and climbed into the water.
Severus Snape was enjoying his last day of silence in the castle before the staff arrived. He had told the elves to do a thorough and intense clean of the public area’s of the castle and to straighten all the rooms. They were now scurrying about happily obliging him.
Severus had run out of things to do, and he hated it. It happened to him often before term started, but his obsessive nature caused him to plan and replan until he worked ridiculously hard and finished too early. He now had a rare day to himself. He checked his currently brewing potions and found that they needed no stirring or attention. The medical potions were fully stocked as well as his own private stores. He had no brewing to do.
He sat and tried to read a book but found as that it was only the middle of the day he couldn’t concentrate on the words on the page, his brain wired for work, not leisure.
He needed to calm down, and decided to take a selfish shower. A selfish shower is something Snape only did once every few months. Certainly he showered every day but a selfish shower is special. It’s a shower where you can allow yourself to drift off under the spray of the water, and not worry about a schedule to keep or water consumption. You could simply stand and let its warmth roll off your back and take your stress with it.
Severus started the shower in his private rooms, and stripped his clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He climbed under the water and had to force himself to simply stand there, rather than begin his routine.
Hermione was in heaven, the last of the nerves had finally soaked out of her skin and she had allowed herself to relax, her mind began to wander away from thoughts of employment and to how simply delightful it would be to be back at the castle.
Inevitably her mind turned to Snape, the man who seemed hell-bent on humiliating her, and the man she hoped in a few short hours would be her boss. She was so conflicted on the man. She hated him and respected him at the same time and hated that she still felt a small flush of excitement when he spoke.
She had a crush on him when she was in her seventh year, the most inappropriate time to have a crush on the man really, what with the war going on and everything. She felt a strong surge of attraction to him and found at nights while her roommates slept soundly she tossed and turned with an ache inside her that she refused to validate by filling.
Hermione sighed into the bubbles in her bath, while her crush had faded she couldn’t deny that she still found him attractive. He reminded her of a Roman emperor, in stance, appearance and demeanour. His face was classic, and she was convinced that although he was not conventionally handsome, that if he cracked a smile every so often he would be swoon-worthy. His nose was a paradox to her, it was large, and without it he would be so much more handsome…but without that nose he wasn’t Snape and therefore his appeal was lost.
He seemed to calm after the war. He was still snarky with students and staff, but he never reacted out of sheer frustration anymore, and while he hadn’t become any less vindictive with his removal of house points, he had almost become fair when he took them. He cared about his school, and everyone knew it, though were all too afraid to mention it.
Hermione smiled, he was like a lolly of some sort, hard crusty outer shell, with a gooey middle, but nobody seemed to know how to access it. Hermione suddenly had a vision of herself sitting on his lap in that office, his hands plunged into her hair, planting kisses along her jaw line as she arched into him and moaned. Her own essence mingled with that in the bathtub and she let out a soft moan over the crooning of the radio.
Severus had finally willed his mind away from staff reports, class schedules and outlines and had allowed his mind to wander. Inevitably his mind turned to his new staff member, although she didn’t know it yet, Hermione Granger.
She looked so different. The bushy wiry hair that he remembered was now sleek and shiny. Her face, which until now had been overshadowed be her hair, was round, with a small nose, and rose coloured lips. Her cheeks seemed to hold a natural flush as though she had been in a cold breeze. Her body was what had surprised him most. She was all curves, in all good places. Her hips flared in an unknowingly sexy way, and when she sighed or took a deep breath, her breasts heaved in a way that was enviable to most women. She was damned sexy.
Severus suddenly found himself with a vision of Hermione straddling him on his office chair, her back arched into him while he rolled a delicate pink nipple in his mouth. Her mouth was wide with moans and smiles of ecstasy.
Severus gaped to himself in the shower as the image rolled over him and took hold in his groin, as blood filled his cock he moaned over the drum of the shower.
Hermione ran her hands down her hips, the water making them slippery and smooth. She parted her thighs beneath the bubbles and allowed her right hand to slip between her thighs
Severus palmed his cock, allowing it to throb slowly into his hand. He turned his back on the shower spray and gripped himself and groaned as an ache he didn’t know he had was temporarily sated.
He moved his hand down his shaft and stroked himself gently. He was going to take his time.
Hermione could feel her own wetness, a warm flood of it washed over her fingers as she applied pressure to her pussy. She nestled her fingers in-between her folds and stroked gently, trembling as a finger grazed her clit.
She stroked herself slowly, she was going to take her time.
Severus placed a hand on the wall of the shower to steady himself as he caressed himself. He grunted as his upped his pace slightly, the combined massage of the shower mixing with the pleasure he felt from his loins. As he upped the pace he tilted his head back under the shower spray and conjured random flashing images of womanly hips sitting atop him and rotating, cheeks flushed with pleasure, his hand gripped to the pelvis and pulling her onto him. He groaned as the woman in his fantasy cried out his name, her hair falling forward obscuring her face. In his mind he rolled her over and thrust into her with swift determination, she cried his name and arched as Severus in the shower braced himself against the wall and fisted himself quickly, feeling his release build.
The woman in his mind threw her legs around him, her skin creamy and smooth, her breasts raised with hard pink nipples pointed at him
Hermione slipped her hand between her legs, she tweaked and stroked her clit, quickly but gently. She moaned loudly and electricity shot straight to the apex of her thighs. In her minds eye she imagined herself beneath him, squirming as she dug her nails into his back and squealed and he pressed his hand to her hips.
Hermione writhed in the water of her bath, arching and willing herself to go faster, faster still. She obliged and thrummed her fingers over her clit squealing and rotating her hips in time with her fingers
Severus was close now, he pumped his fist wildly allowing the images of himself and the goddess in his mind to wash over him. As he spilled his seed onto the floor of the shower, she finally revealed her face and he moaned her name
“…Hermione”
“Severus” Hermione groaned as her release washed over her in an awesome wave, she twitched and sank in the water, willing the high to stay for a while longer. She realised what name she had groaned and at that moment she didn’t care as waves of pleasure crashed over her
Severus was staring at the floor of his shower with a mix of confusion and pleasure on his face. He hated that it was her that had come to mind, but didn’t mind the images she had bestowed upon him.
Damn this was going to be awkward.
…
Hermione got the letter after she had gotten out of the bath and was attempting to tame her wild hair. She promised herself she wouldn’t get excited or nervous, but she was of course, both. She knew that inside could be a letter opening a doorway to her future, or a door being shut in her face. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths and slow her pumping heart before slitting open the wax Hogwarts seal and reading the letter.
Nerves, excitement and fear bundled in her stomach, knotting her intestines and making her tremble with fear.
“Dear Miss Granger
It is my pleasure to extend you an offer to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry commencing in two weeks time. If you choose to accept this offer place your wand on the wax seal of this letter and state “Recipero” Should you accept this position you are required to move into your quarters at Hogwarts in exactly 10 days time. The first meeting of the staff will occur in 14 days.
Please accept my congratulations and I hope you do accept this prestigious offer.
Regards
Headmaster Severus Snape
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”
She squealed, she jumped, she cried, she laughed and sighed gently as she tapped the letter as instructed and proceeded to dance around the house, pumping her fists in the air like a club dancer on speed. She instantly owled Harry and Ron and everyone else in her address book, informing them of her news.
Then as she posted notice on her tiny flat in Britain, she smiled. Ten days was not far away at all.
Severus received her acceptance about ten seconds after he sent the express owl. It was no surprise really, she was the most qualified for the job and would fit in nicely with the other staff. It was just a matter of getting that damnable sexy witch out of his head before she got here. Ten days is not long at all.
….
A/N: I am on a spree at the moment, and its all thanks to your nice reviews. Seriously, the more you want it, the more i want to write it (bribe line hahaha)
The voting so far stands at Harry 10 and Ron 1, poor Ron
Homework for this update: take a selfish shower. Trust me, cleanse your soul with the steam!!!
Pretty Please Rate And Review
Thank You
Chapter 3: Squeaky Clean
Hermione was sitting in her living room reading, truth be told her eyes were skimming the chapters, she was nervous as hell. Today was the day she would get an answer from Hogwarts. If she got the job she would pick up and leave her flat tomorrow and move into her quarters.
She had decided to come into the lounge room to read, after realising that when she stood in the kitchen she had successfully consumed three cups of tea and a full packet of chocolate biscuits.
Her eyes skimmed Hogwarts: A History for what was surely close to the hundredth time. As she glanced curiously at the window of her living room for the 20th time that minute she decided to force herself to calm down.
It was only lunchtime, and Headmaster Snape had said her reply would come mid-afternoon. She decided she had time for a relaxing bath.
She walked into her bathroom and started the water running, adding oils, and bubble bath to the steaming water as she left to undress.
She pulled her robes and clothes off quickly, folding them over the bottom of her bed before wrapping a silk robe around herself and going back into the bathroom.
She put her wireless on top of the toilet and charmed it to a soft rock station. Once the bath was full she shed her robe and climbed into the water.
Severus Snape was enjoying his last day of silence in the castle before the staff arrived. He had told the elves to do a thorough and intense clean of the public area’s of the castle and to straighten all the rooms. They were now scurrying about happily obliging him.
Severus had run out of things to do, and he hated it. It happened to him often before term started, but his obsessive nature caused him to plan and replan until he worked ridiculously hard and finished too early. He now had a rare day to himself. He checked his currently brewing potions and found that they needed no stirring or attention. The medical potions were fully stocked as well as his own private stores. He had no brewing to do.
He sat and tried to read a book but found as that it was only the middle of the day he couldn’t concentrate on the words on the page, his brain wired for work, not leisure.
He needed to calm down, and decided to take a selfish shower. A selfish shower is something Snape only did once every few months. Certainly he showered every day but a selfish shower is special. It’s a shower where you can allow yourself to drift off under the spray of the water, and not worry about a schedule to keep or water consumption. You could simply stand and let its warmth roll off your back and take your stress with it.
Severus started the shower in his private rooms, and stripped his clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He climbed under the water and had to force himself to simply stand there, rather than begin his routine.
Hermione was in heaven, the last of the nerves had finally soaked out of her skin and she had allowed herself to relax, her mind began to wander away from thoughts of employment and to how simply delightful it would be to be back at the castle.
Inevitably her mind turned to Snape, the man who seemed hell-bent on humiliating her, and the man she hoped in a few short hours would be her boss. She was so conflicted on the man. She hated him and respected him at the same time and hated that she still felt a small flush of excitement when he spoke.
She had a crush on him when she was in her seventh year, the most inappropriate time to have a crush on the man really, what with the war going on and everything. She felt a strong surge of attraction to him and found at nights while her roommates slept soundly she tossed and turned with an ache inside her that she refused to validate by filling.
Hermione sighed into the bubbles in her bath, while her crush had faded she couldn’t deny that she still found him attractive. He reminded her of a Roman emperor, in stance, appearance and demeanour. His face was classic, and she was convinced that although he was not conventionally handsome, that if he cracked a smile every so often he would be swoon-worthy. His nose was a paradox to her, it was large, and without it he would be so much more handsome…but without that nose he wasn’t Snape and therefore his appeal was lost.
He seemed to calm after the war. He was still snarky with students and staff, but he never reacted out of sheer frustration anymore, and while he hadn’t become any less vindictive with his removal of house points, he had almost become fair when he took them. He cared about his school, and everyone knew it, though were all too afraid to mention it.
Hermione smiled, he was like a lolly of some sort, hard crusty outer shell, with a gooey middle, but nobody seemed to know how to access it. Hermione suddenly had a vision of herself sitting on his lap in that office, his hands plunged into her hair, planting kisses along her jaw line as she arched into him and moaned. Her own essence mingled with that in the bathtub and she let out a soft moan over the crooning of the radio.
Severus had finally willed his mind away from staff reports, class schedules and outlines and had allowed his mind to wander. Inevitably his mind turned to his new staff member, although she didn’t know it yet, Hermione Granger.
She looked so different. The bushy wiry hair that he remembered was now sleek and shiny. Her face, which until now had been overshadowed be her hair, was round, with a small nose, and rose coloured lips. Her cheeks seemed to hold a natural flush as though she had been in a cold breeze. Her body was what had surprised him most. She was all curves, in all good places. Her hips flared in an unknowingly sexy way, and when she sighed or took a deep breath, her breasts heaved in a way that was enviable to most women. She was damned sexy.
Severus suddenly found himself with a vision of Hermione straddling him on his office chair, her back arched into him while he rolled a delicate pink nipple in his mouth. Her mouth was wide with moans and smiles of ecstasy.
Severus gaped to himself in the shower as the image rolled over him and took hold in his groin, as blood filled his cock he moaned over the drum of the shower.
Hermione ran her hands down her hips, the water making them slippery and smooth. She parted her thighs beneath the bubbles and allowed her right hand to slip between her thighs
Severus palmed his cock, allowing it to throb slowly into his hand. He turned his back on the shower spray and gripped himself and groaned as an ache he didn’t know he had was temporarily sated.
He moved his hand down his shaft and stroked himself gently. He was going to take his time.
Hermione could feel her own wetness, a warm flood of it washed over her fingers as she applied pressure to her pussy. She nestled her fingers in-between her folds and stroked gently, trembling as a finger grazed her clit.
She stroked herself slowly, she was going to take her time.
Severus placed a hand on the wall of the shower to steady himself as he caressed himself. He grunted as his upped his pace slightly, the combined massage of the shower mixing with the pleasure he felt from his loins. As he upped the pace he tilted his head back under the shower spray and conjured random flashing images of womanly hips sitting atop him and rotating, cheeks flushed with pleasure, his hand gripped to the pelvis and pulling her onto him. He groaned as the woman in his fantasy cried out his name, her hair falling forward obscuring her face. In his mind he rolled her over and thrust into her with swift determination, she cried his name and arched as Severus in the shower braced himself against the wall and fisted himself quickly, feeling his release build.
The woman in his mind threw her legs around him, her skin creamy and smooth, her breasts raised with hard pink nipples pointed at him
Hermione slipped her hand between her legs, she tweaked and stroked her clit, quickly but gently. She moaned loudly and electricity shot straight to the apex of her thighs. In her minds eye she imagined herself beneath him, squirming as she dug her nails into his back and squealed and he pressed his hand to her hips.
Hermione writhed in the water of her bath, arching and willing herself to go faster, faster still. She obliged and thrummed her fingers over her clit squealing and rotating her hips in time with her fingers
Severus was close now, he pumped his fist wildly allowing the images of himself and the goddess in his mind to wash over him. As he spilled his seed onto the floor of the shower, she finally revealed her face and he moaned her name
“…Hermione”
“Severus” Hermione groaned as her release washed over her in an awesome wave, she twitched and sank in the water, willing the high to stay for a while longer. She realised what name she had groaned and at that moment she didn’t care as waves of pleasure crashed over her
Severus was staring at the floor of his shower with a mix of confusion and pleasure on his face. He hated that it was her that had come to mind, but didn’t mind the images she had bestowed upon him.
Damn this was going to be awkward.
…
Hermione got the letter after she had gotten out of the bath and was attempting to tame her wild hair. She promised herself she wouldn’t get excited or nervous, but she was of course, both. She knew that inside could be a letter opening a doorway to her future, or a door being shut in her face. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths and slow her pumping heart before slitting open the wax Hogwarts seal and reading the letter.
Nerves, excitement and fear bundled in her stomach, knotting her intestines and making her tremble with fear.
“Dear Miss Granger
It is my pleasure to extend you an offer to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry commencing in two weeks time. If you choose to accept this offer place your wand on the wax seal of this letter and state “Recipero” Should you accept this position you are required to move into your quarters at Hogwarts in exactly 10 days time. The first meeting of the staff will occur in 14 days.
Please accept my congratulations and I hope you do accept this prestigious offer.
Regards
Headmaster Severus Snape
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”
She squealed, she jumped, she cried, she laughed and sighed gently as she tapped the letter as instructed and proceeded to dance around the house, pumping her fists in the air like a club dancer on speed. She instantly owled Harry and Ron and everyone else in her address book, informing them of her news.
Then as she posted notice on her tiny flat in Britain, she smiled. Ten days was not far away at all.
Severus received her acceptance about ten seconds after he sent the express owl. It was no surprise really, she was the most qualified for the job and would fit in nicely with the other staff. It was just a matter of getting that damnable sexy witch out of his head before she got here. Ten days is not long at all.
….
A/N: I am on a spree at the moment, and its all thanks to your nice reviews. Seriously, the more you want it, the more i want to write it (bribe line hahaha)
The voting so far stands at Harry 10 and Ron 1, poor Ron
Homework for this update: take a selfish shower. Trust me, cleanse your soul with the steam!!!
Pretty Please Rate And Review
Thank You