Careless Wishes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
11,294
Reviews:
61
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Severus wriggled uncomfortably in his wet clothes. His hair and shirt were drying slowly from the heat of the fire in front of him, but the wool of his pants was still sodden. He set his glass down, closed his eyes and wished. His mahogany wand appeared in his outstretched hand. He quickly waved it and sighed with relief as the soggy feeling disappeared. He opened his eyes to find Hermione looking at him with a strange look on his face.
“Just drying myself off.” He shrugged at her as he slipped the wand into his pocket and picked up his glass. He turned to face the fire as he sipped at the wine. He had been keeping himself in check for too long and he needed her. She had set her empty glass down and it had vanished. He tipped the glass back and swallowed the remains of the rich liquid, the sediment making swirling patterns up the side of the glass. Setting it down, he slid across the sofa until he was almost on top of her. She lay back against the cushions and let her head fall back. He growled and licked his lips on seeing the exposed flesh of her neck and began to kiss it softly, relishing her gasps and whimpers of pleasure. Propping himself up with one arm he pulled her close into his chest with the other.
Breaking away from her throat he pulled away and stood up, slowly freeing his shirt tails from his belt. Hermione stood also and put her hands over his.
“Let me,” she whispered as her hands pulled the fabric loose. She pushed her hands up under the shirt and ran her hands over his belly, feeling the hardened muscle softened by the soft sprinkling of hair. Taking her hands out from his shirt, she stood on tiptoe to unbutton the top buttons, slowly making her way down his torso. When the shirt was fully open she rose up on tiptoe again to push it over his shoulders, letting the delicate fabric flutter to the ground. She didn’t notice. She was already attacking the big silver buckle of his belt. It hit the floor with a thud as she began to furiously unbutton his pants.
Then they were kissing. It was hot and passionate, they clung to each other as their bodies entwined. Not breaking the kiss, Severus began to walk backwards. Hermione walked backwards with him until she felt the bed against the back of her thighs. Slowly, Severus lay her down on the soft silk of the covers, his hand slipping up her soft, smooth leg, underneath her robe to stroke her hip. She stroked down his back coming to rest at the waistband of his boxers. Her finger stroked the rough cotton as she wriggled against him, trying to get more contact with him. Severus moaned as he felt her moving.
He took his hand from her hip and began to wriggle out of his boxers, not taking his lips from hers. Hermione couldn’t believe how good he tasted, of the wine and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. His hair was silky and fine, not greasy, and he smelled of sandalwood. She knotted her fingers into his hair to pull him closer as his hands, finished with his boxers, moved to the knot of her robe and tugged it loose.
Severus pulled away and stood up. He was completely naked and Hermione’s eyes widened at the sight of him. He was powerfully muscled and scars tore across his pale flesh. His chest was scattered with sparse black hairs, a line of them running down his belly. She followed them downwards and her eyes widened in fear. How was that supposed to fit into her without tearing her in two.
Severus noticed the fear in her eyes and smiled. He leaned forward so that he was propping himself up, one hand on either side of her waist, and brought his face close to hers.
“Do I scare you?” he whispered. Hermione gulped, not taking her eyes from his.
“No!” Her voice came out as a breathy noise. His smile widened and his eyebrow shot upwards.
“Do you want me to?” He began to chuckle, a rich, deep noise from within his chest.
*****
Draco didn’t know what had come over him. First he was screwing around with Parvati, now he was actually being nice to Potty and the Weasel, something he’d never dreamed of, and even more astonishingly, they were being nice to him. They all sat together in the Three Broomsticks, Butterbeers in hand, chatting amiably. There were no hissed insults, no raised voices, no hexes or curses, just friendship.
Draco was a sensitive soul really. Since Harry had defeated Voldemort and his father had been killed, he had lost his impetus for nastiness. Deep down, he mused as he supped at his drink, he’d always wished he was part of their cosy little gang. Now the Desiderium Draught had seen to it. He supposed that once the draught wore off, they’d go back to hurling hexes at each other, just as easily as they’d fling insults, but for now, he was enjoying their friendship.
Parvati rested her head on his shoulder, tired after their exertions. Draco put his arm around her shoulders and lifted the bottle to his lips.
“So,” Ron broke his musings, “Wonder where Hermione is. I’ve not seen her at all since classes ended today. She’s usually working in the common room, but she’s not there today.”
“Probably having a girlie night, Ron,” Harry had his arm lazily around Ginny, “let her be, it’s Friday night after all!”
Ron sipped at his Butterbeer. All three boys had ended up with someone. Ron had spent the earlier part of the evening having passionate sex with his better half. The only problem was, he didn’t know how the other two would take it. Ron had known since fourth year that he was different to Harry. He was gay.
Gay, but not exactly proud of it and most definitely still very much in the closet. His mother was very big on family, and kept asking if he had a girlfriend. Bill was married to Fleur and they had their first child on the way, a fact that Molly was inordinately proud of. Charlie was living with his girlfriend in Romania, Fred and George had girlfriends, even Ginny had Harry. He had Blaise Zabini, and he doubted that his mother would take it very well.
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Severus wriggled uncomfortably in his wet clothes. His hair and shirt were drying slowly from the heat of the fire in front of him, but the wool of his pants was still sodden. He set his glass down, closed his eyes and wished. His mahogany wand appeared in his outstretched hand. He quickly waved it and sighed with relief as the soggy feeling disappeared. He opened his eyes to find Hermione looking at him with a strange look on his face.
“Just drying myself off.” He shrugged at her as he slipped the wand into his pocket and picked up his glass. He turned to face the fire as he sipped at the wine. He had been keeping himself in check for too long and he needed her. She had set her empty glass down and it had vanished. He tipped the glass back and swallowed the remains of the rich liquid, the sediment making swirling patterns up the side of the glass. Setting it down, he slid across the sofa until he was almost on top of her. She lay back against the cushions and let her head fall back. He growled and licked his lips on seeing the exposed flesh of her neck and began to kiss it softly, relishing her gasps and whimpers of pleasure. Propping himself up with one arm he pulled her close into his chest with the other.
Breaking away from her throat he pulled away and stood up, slowly freeing his shirt tails from his belt. Hermione stood also and put her hands over his.
“Let me,” she whispered as her hands pulled the fabric loose. She pushed her hands up under the shirt and ran her hands over his belly, feeling the hardened muscle softened by the soft sprinkling of hair. Taking her hands out from his shirt, she stood on tiptoe to unbutton the top buttons, slowly making her way down his torso. When the shirt was fully open she rose up on tiptoe again to push it over his shoulders, letting the delicate fabric flutter to the ground. She didn’t notice. She was already attacking the big silver buckle of his belt. It hit the floor with a thud as she began to furiously unbutton his pants.
Then they were kissing. It was hot and passionate, they clung to each other as their bodies entwined. Not breaking the kiss, Severus began to walk backwards. Hermione walked backwards with him until she felt the bed against the back of her thighs. Slowly, Severus lay her down on the soft silk of the covers, his hand slipping up her soft, smooth leg, underneath her robe to stroke her hip. She stroked down his back coming to rest at the waistband of his boxers. Her finger stroked the rough cotton as she wriggled against him, trying to get more contact with him. Severus moaned as he felt her moving.
He took his hand from her hip and began to wriggle out of his boxers, not taking his lips from hers. Hermione couldn’t believe how good he tasted, of the wine and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. His hair was silky and fine, not greasy, and he smelled of sandalwood. She knotted her fingers into his hair to pull him closer as his hands, finished with his boxers, moved to the knot of her robe and tugged it loose.
Severus pulled away and stood up. He was completely naked and Hermione’s eyes widened at the sight of him. He was powerfully muscled and scars tore across his pale flesh. His chest was scattered with sparse black hairs, a line of them running down his belly. She followed them downwards and her eyes widened in fear. How was that supposed to fit into her without tearing her in two.
Severus noticed the fear in her eyes and smiled. He leaned forward so that he was propping himself up, one hand on either side of her waist, and brought his face close to hers.
“Do I scare you?” he whispered. Hermione gulped, not taking her eyes from his.
“No!” Her voice came out as a breathy noise. His smile widened and his eyebrow shot upwards.
“Do you want me to?” He began to chuckle, a rich, deep noise from within his chest.
*****
Draco didn’t know what had come over him. First he was screwing around with Parvati, now he was actually being nice to Potty and the Weasel, something he’d never dreamed of, and even more astonishingly, they were being nice to him. They all sat together in the Three Broomsticks, Butterbeers in hand, chatting amiably. There were no hissed insults, no raised voices, no hexes or curses, just friendship.
Draco was a sensitive soul really. Since Harry had defeated Voldemort and his father had been killed, he had lost his impetus for nastiness. Deep down, he mused as he supped at his drink, he’d always wished he was part of their cosy little gang. Now the Desiderium Draught had seen to it. He supposed that once the draught wore off, they’d go back to hurling hexes at each other, just as easily as they’d fling insults, but for now, he was enjoying their friendship.
Parvati rested her head on his shoulder, tired after their exertions. Draco put his arm around her shoulders and lifted the bottle to his lips.
“So,” Ron broke his musings, “Wonder where Hermione is. I’ve not seen her at all since classes ended today. She’s usually working in the common room, but she’s not there today.”
“Probably having a girlie night, Ron,” Harry had his arm lazily around Ginny, “let her be, it’s Friday night after all!”
Ron sipped at his Butterbeer. All three boys had ended up with someone. Ron had spent the earlier part of the evening having passionate sex with his better half. The only problem was, he didn’t know how the other two would take it. Ron had known since fourth year that he was different to Harry. He was gay.
Gay, but not exactly proud of it and most definitely still very much in the closet. His mother was very big on family, and kept asking if he had a girlfriend. Bill was married to Fleur and they had their first child on the way, a fact that Molly was inordinately proud of. Charlie was living with his girlfriend in Romania, Fred and George had girlfriends, even Ginny had Harry. He had Blaise Zabini, and he doubted that his mother would take it very well.