Smoke and Fire

“Thank you
for the flowers, Professor.” she smirked and paused. “You should have told me.”
She added with a serious expression which defied her mellow tone.

He nodded
and shrugged. She lay her hand on his and squeezed gently. He took it to
understand that she had forgiven her. They finished breakfast, Snape put the
tray on the floor beside the bed and raised an eyebrow:

“Miss
Granger, would you allow me back into your bed.”

“If your
intentions are noble.”

He breathed
a kiss on her hand, whispering: “They are, Miss Granger, they are.”

With a
grin, he discarded the robe and climbed ined.

“A naked
man with noble intentions?” Hermione asked, laughing.

Snape
leaned back against the headboard, instead of answering, he opened his arms
invitingly.

Hermione
gladly complied. They spent some time simply enjoying each others warmth.

He was not
so bad, after all. While the previous night was something to be filed away as
quickly as possible, the morning after was turning out to match her dreams.
Imagination and reality were not entirely congruent, of course. But the man was
making a true effort to apologize. Who was she to turn him down? Especially if
she considered the range of his sexual experience.

She nestled closer to Snape, who was busy stroking her arms, shoulders and
belly very tenderly.

Fine, so his boudoir skills were nothing he could openly boast about. His
touch, however, was exquisite and soothing.

“Hermione?”
His voice interrupted her thoughts. Then, very timidly: “Are you still
hurting?”

She shifted
a bit as she felt his manhood stir. It felt sexy to know she was the reason.

“A bit.”

He nuzzled
her neck. “We don’t have to, if you rather not …”

She shook
her head and raised to turn towards him.

“I never
thought I would ever say this, but” she hesitated “would you mind if I
practised some fellatio techniques on you which I read about?”

Snape was
nonplussed. How could she phrase such an exciting activity in such an
off-putting way? What was he? A doll to experiment with?

“Miss
Granger, the sentence needs rephrasing if you do not wish to send my
reproduction organs and my libido on a long vacation.” He explained
matter-of-factly.

She
frowned, thought for a second and purred: “Sir, your manhood looks so inviting
that I want to lick and suck it like a popsicle.”

Now that
was graphic!

Snape’s
eyedenedened. His ‘popsicle’ nodded.

“I won’t
keep you. Do what you have to do.” He replied.

She pulled
back the covers.

“Bloody
hell!” she exclaimed.

Snape
looked down.

Bloody
hell indeed.

He took his
wand off the nightstand and murmured a cleansing spell.

She
positioned herself, looked up at him and hesitated. She did feel a bit nervous.

“Have you
ever been on the receiving end?” she asked tentatively to gain time.

He nodded.
“The maid’s idea of a foreplay. Of course she did not go all the way through.”

“I won’t go
all the way, either. Tell me when you’re about to come. There is no way in hell
I am going to swallow that water, salt, protein and fructose sugar cocktail.”
She grinned, shook her head. “Cocktail is a bit of a tautology isn’t it?”

He let out
a low snort.

Maybe someday he would write a book about what it was like to bed an
encyclopaedia.

Hermione
looked at his erect manhood. She had had no inhibitions to touch it yesterday.
Taking it into her mouth was a different matter. He must have sensed her
doubts.

“You don’t
have to, …”

“Hold
still, okay?” she interrupted him, not wanting to hear the rest of the
sentence.

He nodded.

She
caressed his hips with her hands.

Snape held still.

She measured the length of him with her hands.

Snape held still.

She steadied his cock with her hand and moved heuth uth closer to it.

Snape threw his right hand back to grip the headboard while the left hand
clawed into the mattress.

She darted
out her tongue and slowly licked from where her hand was to the tip.

Snape
surpressed a gasp and forced himself not to thrust his hips. She kissed the
part she had just licked. When she looked up, Hermione was rewarded by the sight
of a helpless Potions Master; the expression in his eyes pleading for her to
continue, yet on the brink of his treasured self-control.

She put her lips to the tip, saw his muscles tense in the effort to hold still.
As she let her lips slide over the tip, the headboard creaked when Snape pulled
at it. He let out a deep groan.

Hermione
moved up and down the tip. It was nothing like she had expected it to be.

Hard and soft at the same time. Very warm. A fluid leaking from it.

She pulled back to analyse the taste of the precum and get used to it.

Snape groaned, slightly frustrated.

“Don’t
stop, please.” He begged, his voice hoarse.

Hermione
watched him, somewhat amused.

Men were such simple creatures.

She traced the line of hair going from his navel to his pubic area with her
fingertip. She bent back over him and plucked up the courage to descend a bit
deeper.

“Mmmmmh.”
Snape, eyes closed, threw his head back, banging hard against the headboard.
“Ouch! Bloody shit.”

Hermione’s head shot up. “Are you okay?”

He rubbed
the back of his head and mumbled: “Yes, I’m fine. Don’t stop.”

She
grinned, to hide it, she turned her attention to his cock.

Snape had a
hard time lying still.

“Good?” she
asked.

“Very.” he
panted breathlessly.

She was
going up and down almost mechanically. He was not allowed to move. But after
such a long time, this blowjob felt superb nevertheless.

“Can you …
would you … hum while you’re sucking?” he moaned.

When she
did, Snape’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Good
gracious, if only she would take it all the way in. His hips thrust up on their
own accord.

“Severus,
hold still.” she hissed.

“Sorry, … I
… mmmh.”

Her mouth
descended on him again.

“More
…faster … please.”

“Are you
coming?”

“Not yet.”

Her mouth
was moving slower now, going not as deep as before.

“I’ll …
tell … you … when, … trust … me.” he panted.

She
continued going a bit faster again.

The
headboard creaked loudly, as he held on to it. Snape’s body was taunt. He felt
his essence gather as he watched her head bob up and down.

“A … bit …
more. Just … a … bit … more … Hermione … you’d better pull … aaaaaah.”

Hermione
moved her head away just before the milky fluid spurted out in several waves.

Snape
panted hard, while she was watching his bodily reaction with curiousity. He was
so busy with his afterglow that he did not realize he was her study object at
the moment. She laid next to him and he scooted closer and put an arm around
her. The muscles of his arm were a bit sore from the strained effort to control
himself, other than that he was floating.

“Thank
you.” he whispered.

“You’re
welcome.” she whispered back.

Minutes
passed.

He sensed
she was waiting for something.

“What is
it?” he asked gently.

At least he
noticed, she thought, well let’s wait and see if Sherlock Snape made use of his
highly appraised brains.Without thinking about it, he let his fingers play on
her back. She moaned softly and involuntarily. The penny dropped for Snape.

“Would you
like me to return the favour?” he whispered into her ear. His breath and his
baritone sending shivers through her body.

Confirming
noise from the depths of her throat.

How the
hell had that slipped out?

He kissed
her face, more confident than before. He had already proved he was no hunk in
the bunk, so the performance anxiety had somewhat lessened.

He kissed
slowly along the line of her jaw.

“Severus,
your five-o’clock shadow is a bit scratchy.”

Snape
smiled. He completely broke the physical contact. When she saw the usual
Snape-smirk, she felt a bit confused and insecure.

Where was the man who had been putty in her mouth less than half an hour ago?

She felt him take her hand, lift it to his mouth and kiss it; a quick, warm
shimmer in his eyes.

He spread her legs and settled himself between them on his knees.

After a moment’s hesitation he bent forward to the nightstand and took his
wand.

“What the
…?” she asked.

He motioned
her to be quiet.

Hermione felt very exposed, lying bare in front of him like this. He pointed
his wand at her private parts and murmured a spell. There was a grazing sensation
and she saw her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Another murmur and a tingling
later, evidence of the previous night had vanished.

She raised
her eyebrows.

“I need a
clean working ground.” he shrugged. With that he ran his hands down her breast,
over the ribs down to her hips.

“Severus,
have you considered shaving or trimming at least?” she stopped him.

He
hesitated.

She pointed
at his stubble and mocked. “I would not mind a clean working -- tool, you
know.”

He smiled
and magicked the stubble away with another wave of his wand.

“Satisfied?”
he asked with a boyish grin.

“Not yet,
so you had better get to it.” she retorted.

Without
furher ado, his mouth descended to her thighs, his tongue trailing from the
inside of her thighs to her lower lips.

Hermione stared
at the ceiling and bit her lip. His tongue was soft and moist. A lot gentler
than his manhood. Yet not as deft as she had imagined it would be. She peered
down and saw his head with the greasy hair move back and forth. She could not
fight the image of having a dog buried in her lap -- very much like some upper
gentry ladies who had trained their pet pooches to assist in the quenching of
carnal desires. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut at he thought.

The gentle
lapping and flicking stopped.

“Hermione.”
he sighed with an air of impatience “You’re tense again. You’re not thinking
about sitting in my potions class, are you?”

She
started.

“What can I
do to make you feel more comfortable?”

“Maybe it
would be easier for me to relax if you stopped jumping in medias res. Stimulate
my body and my mind. Make me feel desired.”

Snape took
a deep breath. It was a déjà-vu. Here she was, talking English to him but he
did not understand it.

“You asked
me to return the favour and that’s what I was trying to do.” he tried to keep
his voice calm.

“And I told
you yesterday that women need to be stimulated on several levels. It’s not
enough to spread my legs and flick your tongue a bit to make me scream in
pleasure. This is not some cheap porn flick. You need to make love to me.”

Hermione
saw his face go blank. She sighed trying to find a way to make him understand.

“Look, if
you want to concoct a complex potion you need to add the correct ingredients at
the right time, right? Satisfying a woman is pretty much the same as potion
brewing. You need the corrects ingredients and the right timing.”

Snape
nodded. That was a language he understood. And what she had just said made
perfect sense to him.

Women were complex – she was the living proof.

Complicated potions needed to be brewed with consideration and an eye for
detail. And since he was a master at potions he should be able to get it right.

But …

“What’s a
porn flick?” he asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Hermione
rolled her eyes. “Not now!”

“I want to
know.” he insisted.

“Later.
Please!”

This woman
was bossy. He had to change that, else he’d feel tempted to hex her at some
point. Yes, he would tame his shrew.

“Hermione,”
he whispered seductively, “tell me what you’d like me to do to please you.”

He let his
hands glide over her skin. She closed her eyes.

Old
bastard.

“That’s a
good start.” she managed to croak.

“Would
kissing you be a good ingredient as well?”

He planted
gentle kisses on her, moving from her forehead in a straight line down to her
navel. They did not ignite passion, but they were sweet and soothing.

“More?” he
asked meekly.

“Mmh.”

“Nipples?”

“Mmh.”

Snape
kissed her nipples ever so gently.

For the
first time, Hermione felt a pleasant tingle going through her body. She wanted
to feel his skin on hers but he kept a position which did not allow such
contact. As he was kissing his way up again, she asked him to lay on her.

He stopped, gave her a thoughtful look and shook his head. “I think you need to
simmer a few more minutes before I can continue.”

“Smug
Slytherin Sleaze ball.” She muttered under her breath but loud enough for him
to hea:p><:p>

His
eyebrows rose. “Ah, ah, ah. What was that?”

“A simple
alliteration, Professor Snape.”

“Good
Gryffindor girl.” he retorted, running his hand lovingly along her jaw.

He played
with her for what seemed to be an eternity, never giving her the physical
contact she wanted.

“Come on,
Severus get to it.” she panted.

He smiled
to himself, having absolutely no intention to bring it to an end yet. He was
starting to enjoy this.

“Please, do
it already!”

“You said
you wanted to be stimulated thoroughly. No in medias res. That’s what I am
doing. The most complex potions require up to six weeks to be ready, you know?!
And you said it yourself, satisfying a woman is like brewing a complex potion.
Plus, I also need to study your reactions carefully, to make sure you don’t
blow up.”

Hermione
felt like screaming at his argumentation. “I am stimulated. The essence is
boiling. The cauldron is about to explode. style='mso-ansi-language:IT'>Now g-e-t t-o i-t.”

“You are
starting a debate. You are capable of coherent speech. Therefore, you cannot be
sufficiently stimulated.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Severus
Snape! I swear to the four Founders of Hogwarts, if you make me wait one minute
longer – “

He shut her
up with a clumsy kiss on the mouth, then he lowered his body enough to hover it
millimetres above hers. He rocked back and forth, the fine hair on her skin
registered the closeness and she elicited a whimper.

“Now,
what’s a porn flick?”

“Not now, I
said. Keep it up.”

Damn!
This woman was a tough cookie.

He
travelled south teasingly slowly.

Some twenty
minutes later it was accomplished. Hermione lay slightly flu and and trembling
on the bed. And was rather embarrassed about what he had done to make her peak
at long last.

Little did
she know that he was disconcerted about it himself. When the silence grew too
much for her to bear, she got up and fled into the bathroom.

He his face in his hands. It had been a kinky thing to do. Especially since she
had been a virgin until some ten hours ago. She must have liked it. And she was
uncomfortable about it.

He got up
to get dressed.

Hermione
was still in the bathroom. She just sat on the toilet, feeling dirty and yet
happy. If he ever breathed a word about this episode, she would throw him to
the Dementors. There was a soft tap on the door.

“Are you
alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you
upset?”

She was
silent for a few seconds before she said. “No.”

Her answer
had been barely audible but not faint.

“Would you
care to join me out here? – I promise, I am already dressed.”

Hermione
got up and looked into the mirror. She did not look any different from
yesterday, did she? She smiled. “Give me a minute, okay?”

It
definitely did not sound upset. Snape heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to
sit down in an armchair when a book on the shelf caught his eye.

The Kamasutra.

He tilted
his head. Reached for it. Hesitated. And pulled it out of the shelf. He browsed
goggling in disbelief at some of the positions.

Oh my
bloody – !

Snape froze
at one illustration called ‘The arch’. The two persons in the picture were
charmed to move. But what really made him gawk was that the man had his
features, while the woman had a striking resemblance to Hermione.

Who was kinkier now?

Was it someone who charmed pictures in the Kamasutra to look like herself and
her lover?

Or was it
someone who was so desperate to make oral sex a fulfilling experience for his
girlfriend that he transfigured his tongue into that of a snake?

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Epilogue

Three
months later:

Snape was
propped up on his elbows, staring at the headboard, biting his lower lip trying
to control himself. Beads of sweat were forming on his face, the bedsprings
were creaking rhythmically as he thrust back and forth.

Hermione
pressed her hand on his butt, sighing: “Not yet. Not yet. Just a little more.”

He drove
into her with more force. The headboard slammed against the wall. His body
tensed, he felt his climax draw nearer. He threw his head back, groaning with
relief as the tension flowed out of his body and he collapsed on top of her.

Hermione
lay there, thinking. He had understood that it took dedication to stimulate
her. However, comparing making love to brewing a potion had turned out to be a
two edged sword. They had gathered some ‘recipes’ which were now used with disappointingly
little variation. Snape could not be blamed. He was only too accustomed to the
effects of trial and error in potion making. And he was doing his best to
please her sexually, but they were undeniably two people trained to use their
mental capacities instead of their physical ones. She could not complain when
it came to their intellectual and emotional relationship where they did seem to
fit like hand and glove. They could spend the day locked in her apartment and
talk. Or they read, each one buried in his book until one of them read to the
other what he found interesting. She had even managed to get him to watch TV.
He would not admit it, but he was rather fond of American action movies, the
first ‘Die Hard’ and the ‘Lethal Weapon’ movies in particular.

Maybe Albus was right. Maybe they should dare to experiment a little more.

“Love, did
you come at all?” he interrupted her train of thought.

“Got a bit
carried away, didn’t you?” she grinned. She had peaked the very moment he was
too busy to register anything. “Yes, I did. But you know, I think we should try
something completely new.”

Snape
sighed. He had mastered a handful of techniques that made it possible for him
to please her adequately. He did not need more. He was perfectly content since
the experiments they had tried in the first few weeks had turned out to be
frustrating.

“Relax,
Severus. I think the new thing could turn out to be enlightening for both of
us.”

He made an
indistinct non-approving sound.

“You know I
was chatting to Albus the other day –“

Snape tuned
out. He did not even bother to try and get upset. The headmaster loved to
meddle in other people’s love-affairs. Either he tried to be the matchmaker or
he gave some advice on how to spice up the love life. Very much like the male
version of Mrs Jennings in Sense and Sensibility.

“— and he
said we could explore new levels of intimacy by using Polyjuice Potion in order
to gain a deeper understanding of each other’s bodies.—“

Snape fully
tuned back in when he heard the words ‘Polyjuice Potion’: “Albus told you to
try what???” He jerked up, an incredulous look on his face.

Hermione’s
eyes sparkled with mischief.

-The End

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A/N:

Thank you all for reading Smoke and Fire.

I hope to have entertained you with this little story. :)

Hopefully you did not find it too boring, too stereotype or too pathetic.

It was a huge challenge to stay on track and let them continue to suck in bed.

This is a bit of an open ending but so far, I have managed to achieve this type
of hitch in every story I ever wrote. Why? Because reading is supposed to
appeal to your imagination, therefore I leave it up to you to make the final
step. Will Snape and Hermione marry or will they separate? Anything is
possible, it is your very own choice to make.

Sorry, I definitely do not plan to do a sequel of this one. Well, maybe I’ll do
the Polyjuice experience if you guys write at least another 25 reviews. ;)

What’s with this Sense & Sensibility thing? –I happened to watch the movie
and loved it, especially since I also read Emma Thompson’s diary. She and Alan
Rickman seem to be quite a trip. ;)



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