Still The One

Chapter 5 – Of Flowers and Perverted Tickle Charms


Severus started to turn around to yell at the students, and maybe even throw a memory charm or two, but a steel grip on his robes stopped him. He instantly understood – the students couldn’t see anything from where they were standing.

“Professor Snape. We need you quick. And Professor Granger. It’s an Emergency! Come now!”

“What is an emergency Mr. Thompson?” Severus asked in his coldest voice.

“Madam Pomfrey sent us. Something’s gone wrong with the potion and the whole class is still asleep, but they’ve all broken out in flowers all over their bodies. Madam Pomfrey needs help.” The youth stopped and breathed hard. He had obviously either run hard to find them or was having a panic attack.

“Very well,” Severus had already started buttoning her robe up while the students were talking. She was frozen solid.

“We will be along in a few minutes. Please collect the ingredients for Nasus Allergis and have them in my classroom in two minutes.” He glared at the two sixth years before continuing, “And if you don’t know the ingredients then you have not been paying attention in class and will each lose fifty house points.”

They stared at him. He glanced at Hermione to be sure they couldn’t see her state of disarray clearly. She was still mostly blocked by the width of his chest.

“Now!” he commanded, and the two boys startled and ran.

“We have to go,” he groaned while resting his forehead against hers.

Hermione nodded and whispered, “That was so close. They didn’t see anything did they?”

“No... I made sure. Though I was quite ready to toss a few memory charms at them. Walking into your office without permission – they may lose house points anyway.” He steamed.

“Yes. I need to get dressed and I’ll be along shortly.” She started to walk towards her bedroom when one of the two boys ran in again.

“Excuse me Professors, but Madam Pomfrey says a few of the students are having allergy attacks and she needs you both now!”


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Without hesitating, Hermione ran barefoot down the hallway with Severus trailing after her. She was more angry at being interrupted than embarrassed, but she still wasn’t sure about what to say to Severus. It struck her as odd that she had known this man for over half her life, and still didn’t know what to say to him.

‘Of course,’ Hermione thought to herself, ‘talking isn’t exactly what I want to do either, so maybe that’s part of the problem.’

Walking into the room was like walking into a greenhouse in full bloom. Most of the students were asleep, but a few were sitting at their respective tables looking blurry eyed and sniffling heavily. A girl who reminded Hermione of a brown haired Ginny was sneezing repeatedly and looked much worse than the others.

“Professor Granger, would you be so kind as to mix some Nasus Allergis Potion,” Severus said in a fairly cold voice. As if this was her fault.

Hermione decided that maybe he wasn’t getting enough blood to his brain yet and replied, “Of course Professor Snape.” She bit off his formal name. He paled a bit as her mark struck home and he gave a small conceding nod. He hadn’t meant it that way.

Calling over the two sixth years, Hermione set them to work preparing the ingredients while she started the cauldron. A not-so-bright Hufflepuff girl thought it might be cute to pick a few flowers off her lab partner, but as the stems came loose, a scream tore through the air. The flowers were growing through the skin and to pick them proved rather painful. They all worked nonstop for three hours brewing potions for stopping the flowers, waking the students, and most importantly, blocking the effects of all the pollen in the room. Her nose was even starting to tingle with sneezes before Severus handed her a vial of the magenta coloured potion for allergies. Two minutes later, she felt good as new. ‘And Mum thinks Claritin works fast’, Hermione smirked to herself

Madam Pomfrey was requesting several refills on headache potions and pepper-up from Severus. She had used quite a lot of her stock on this class of garden prone students. Leaving her list by the door, Pomfrey bid goodbye, taking the worst cases with her to the infirmary. The rest of the students where told sit at their desks.

Hermione stood in the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall watching her… almost lover. He was speaking very calmly to the class, and was therefore extremely angry inside. She watched as he swept up the aisles giving each troublemaker in the room a stern lecture in front of the others. He glared at the one boy who had started the whole prank and, leaning in close, told him that he’d just failed the first half of the year. The boy broke out into tears and was sent to Dumbledore’s office. It was harsh, she knew, but it was also extremely warranted.

Watching as he stood there in all his righteous fury, Hermione was awed. He was all man. It floored her that other women could pass him by. If he was half as skilled at lovemaking as he was at snogging, he would be a world’s champion. His hair was mussed, though whether it was from her fingers or the hard work they had been doing for the past few hours she was unsure.

Hermione raked her eyes over his sleek body. She had always thought it was hard; as a teacher, that image applied only to his personality. Then, after Hogwarts, she had thought about his body and the word hard still seemed to apply. But while she had thought it would be uncomfortably hard, and maybe bony, it turned out that it was hard and strong and hot. He had taken care of himself, and his arms and chest were in fact very toned and fit.

Thinking about it now as she watched him taking house points and handing out class wide detentions, she realized it wasn’t surprising he was in shape. You couldn’t become a war hero by sitting around in your underwear, eating crisps and watching the telly. Stifling a giggle at the thought of Severus eating crisps and watching muggle television, she was soon stifling a moan at the thought of him in his underwear. He must have noticed the way she was shifting because when he looked up, she saw something in his black eyes she hadn’t seen before.


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“Excuse me for a moment class,” Severus nodded towards the door, and she went out before him.

Standing in the hall he kept a safe distance between them, never knowing when little eyes and ears might come to call. And if he stood too close to her, he was going to remember what she wasn’t wearing - again. Better take another step back.

“I am going to be a while here. Why don’t you take a shower, get dressed, and we can eat supper in your office?” There, Severus thought. That was nice and safe. They could continue without threat of interruption after a cozy dinner and let the day's hectic events unwind.

“Of course,” she responded blandly. That was certainly not the response he had been hoping for. Of course, the response he had been hoping for would have been completely inappropriate for the hallway.

“Until then,” he nodded and turned to go back into the classroom. He turned around to add something, but she was already walking off down the hall towards her rooms.

Severus finished up with his delinquent class and removed himself to his rooms. As he walked through his bedroom he shed his clothes. By the time he stepped into his bathroom, he was naked. Starting the shower, his thoughts strayed to how Hermione had looked in her office, with her robes unbuttoned. Ohh yes…

Stepping under the hot spray of water, Severus felt the weight of his cock grow as the blood rushed downward. She had been nude under her robes. She had been dreaming of... him. He moved his hand down to hold his aching manhood, reflexively thrusting into the palm of his hand before stopping himself. She was waiting for him next door, and maybe it was only dinner she wanted to share, but she had begged him to touch her. ‘And she touched you, too,’ he reminded himself, only adding to the overwhelming desire coursing through his body.

His cock twitched in his hand, bringing him back to the present. Letting himself go, and turning the water to a decidedly cooler temperature, he finished washing the yellow dusting of pollen from his hair and body. Getting out of the shower and drying off took less time then usual; Severus was in a hurry to see her again. Maybe she would still be wearing only her robe… Or maybe she would completely dressed and totally regretting the entire incident. But the voice in the back of his head whispered, but she was calling your name…

Severus debated on wearing his usual teaching robes or a more casual robe or maybe even his muggle… ‘This is stupid,’ he sneered. It was dinner, not a fashion gala. Grabbing his teaching robes to put on over his usual attire, he walked from his rooms to hers and knocked on her door. There was no answer, so he knocked again, louder this time. A brief thought about what happened last time he walked in without her permission had him almost throwing the door open with his haste. If he ‘caught’ her again… A wicked smile flashed across his face.

But instead of squeaking mattress springs, or a barely robed Hermione, he found her sitting on the sofa, dressed in a sweater and jeans, with her feet curled up underneath her. She was leaning against the side of the sofa, completely asleep. A glance at his watch told him was only seven in the evening, but she looked so peaceful, he didn’t want to wake her. Pulling a blanket from the arm of the sofa, he covered her shoulders and quietly left.

Walking back to his rooms, Severus thought about how this evening didn’t go exactly the way he thought it might. Casting the wards to ensure his privacy, he walked into his bedroom and lay down on the bed.

Something in the way she had not looked at him during the emergency in the potions classroom should have alerted him. She hadn’t looked him in the eye, she hadn’t spoken to him except to ask for more anti-potion, and she hadn’t allowed him close enough to touch her – not even while passing a vial. And then he remembered the look on her face when that blasted student had burst in. She had looked shocked, yes – but something else had been in her eyes. She had looked… a little scared. It wasn’t a feeling he wanted to think about. Had he done something to scare her? She had been pressing against him, moaning, and twirling her tongue in his mouth – not the actions of a woman who was scared. In fact…

She had been calling his name. A low moan escaped from his throat. She had been lying in the bath, naked, dreaming about him, and calling his name. His erection sprang to life. It was too much to resist. He usually tried to curve his baser urges, but the recent memory of her naked skin under his mouth and the feel of her body pressed against his was too much. He unbuttoned his fly and his cock pressed upward, tenting the grey silk of his boxers. He rubbed the head through the slick material and groaned. She had reached out to touch him. Her hand had cupped his cock, he thought as he shifted the boxers and pants down.

Severus reached over and pulled a vial of creamy looking lotion out. It was a small vial and he only spared a few drops on the tips of his fingers before replacing it. Starting at the bottom and working his way up, he spread a thin coat of lubricant over his manhood. Now he could slide his hands over himself without undue friction. It was as close as he had gotten to actual intercourse in a very long time. His hand encircled his aching member and started a slow upward and downward motion. Over the years, he had found that contrary to his adolescent wank sessions, which tended to be of the ‘quick before anybody finds you’ variety, the longer you drew out the ultimate climax, the stronger the release and the greater the satisfaction. He liked to fantasise that he could one day make a lady very pleased with his self-control. No, not a lady – Hermione. She had been the object of his rare private indulgences. Well, not as rare since she’d taken up residence next door to him, but still…

His thumb flicked over the sensitive head of his cock and he moaned. Moving his free hand downward to cup his balls, he started thrusting his hips into the air slightly. In his fist, his throbbing erection demanded release. Not yet.

Stretching out against the rough fabric of the comforter, he imagined her lying next to him.

‘Do you like this Severus?’ his imaginary Hermione whispered in the darkness of the room as she stroked him.

‘Or are you more in the mood for this, my love?’ Leaning down she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started licking around his head while moving her head up and down in an agonizingly slow tempo, building the pressure and desire to insane levels.

Reaching over, Severus grasped his wand and muttered “Sexus Phasma Os”. It wasn’t a spell taught at Hogwarts, and in fact, you probably wouldn’t even learn it from your older brother, if you had one. This was the sort of spell whispered about in locker rooms, denied knowledge of by elders, and chalked up as urban legend among the faithless.

Severus closed his eyes as the spell took affect. It was a crude little charm, and it more than got the job done, but to watch wasn’t something he’d ever been able to do without losing his erection. An invisible mouth started licked and sucking at his cock – it felt real, and the blood throbbing in his length rejoiced that it felt incredible, but the fact was, nothing was there. It wasn’t a ghost or even a disembodied head, but his body told him a hot mouth was taking his length down a willing throat. A variation on a tickle charm was all it was, a perverse variation of a charm used on children in jest.

Hermione. Standing before him dressed in a simple robe, she was the sexist creature alive, and for whatever reason, she seemed to want him. His moans echoed through the bedroom as his aching member impaled the nonexistent mouth over and over until at last his climax came with shuttering speed. So much for control tonight, Severus sneered.


A/N: “Sexus Phasma Os’ - literally translates as Sex Ghost Mouth. I just used an online source for the translation.

Nasus Allergis Potion: Nasus – Nose and Allergis – Allergic. I shamelessly made them up.*grin*

And my Thanks…
Ccrawley – That’s me, always a tease ;)
Loony_old_fan – Evil *MUHAHAHA
Kimjo2 – see above – ‘m evil ;)
Sinbad – I love a strong in control woman ;) She’ll have him jumping more soon
Marti – Those pictures are hot. I mean - *drool
Ultrazipped – Hope this answered your questions – and It gets even better – stay tuned
ShilohDrake – There is more – and there will be more times you want to scream (and yell at the pair of them) – just a warning…
Sasha’s Girl – true love rarely starts off with hopping in bed =)
Siriusnremus – Here ya’ go! Sorry it took so long! *HUGS*


Random Preview from some point in the future….

She felt the wicked beat of a dance flow through her body and her hips and torso moved in a lithe tempo. She drew both hands up her the sides of her neck, pulling her hair up on top of her head pulling her hair into a loose bun. Using one of the long stemmed Gardenias she pushed it roughly through the bun, and again on the other side. It was already releasing tendrils down her neck, the sensations of her hair falling slowly on her neck made her feel even sexier.

“I think, the flower itself is the source of the power,” she whispered as she moved her fingers down her cheeks and neck and stopped to circle her nipples with the pads.

“I’ve never felt more empowered than I do right now,” she said twisting her hips into his cock. She could feel the damp place she was leaving. There was something erotic about her sitting astride a fully clothed man while she herself was all but making love to him through his clothing.

Leaning down until her hands were on his shoulders she pulled them down his chest towards his aching groin. Veering off, she slid them up her own legs until they both rested over her own sex.

“How am I doing with our research Professor? Convinced it’s the flower yet?” she asked.

“Not at all,” came his croaked voice.

She picked the blossom up and held it near his nose, “Breath deeply, sir.”

She heard him inhale. She took it away and stood up on her knees, still straddling him. She took the flower and trailed it between her legs. The velvet petals caressed her skin like a feather. She parted her nether lips and ran it once across her clit, shivering at the ghost like touch, before bringing it back up to his nose.

“And now?” she asked breathlessly. Whatever had possessed her was shooting through her blood to take him now; to rise up and release his manhood and impale herself on him.


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