In His Kiss

CHAPTER 5: Addictive Kisses







Hermione took her sweet time getting ready for her date with Severus. Ever so often she would burst into fits of giggles when she thought about the fact that she was actually going on a date with Severus Snape. Never in a million years, would she believe this would be happening. Mixed in with the bouts of laughter were moments of dazed desire. She kept reliving the moment their lips had met, the sweet soft caress of lip on lip. The scent of bayberry mixed with smoke that clung to his clothing and hair kept surfacing in her memory to the point that she would turn and check to make certain he wasn’t in the room with her





She was still questioning her actions regularly. Just how smart was it to become involved with a man like Severus? He was moody at the best of times. His past was a little shady in places. He had served the greater good obviously, but some part of her wondered if there were aspects of his time as a death eater cum spy that he enjoyed. Hermione tried not to dwell on that, it really didn’t matter at this stage, the past was the past and it should be left there.





She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she applied a small amount of cosmetics using a light hand. She had a smooth clear complexion with a natural rosy tint to her cheeks that didn’t require a lot of enhancement, she was lucky there she supposed. She did apply a light coat of mascara and some vanilla sugar lip gloss before turning her attention to her hair. No luck there it seemed. She was cursed with a head full of thick, unmanageable curls that regardless of cut, style or product insisted on frizzing. With a weary sigh of resignation she pushed it back from her face with a wide band, knowing that it was hopeless to attempt anything else with it.





She stood in front of her closet dressed in a simple nude colored bra and knickers as she perused her closet. She wasn’t much of a clothes horse. That was Ginny’s department and she was frequently talked into purchases that hung in her wardrobe with the tags still attached for years at a time. She withdrew a cream colored wrap dress in the softest cotton fabric and looked for the brown boots Ginny had told her to buy and wear with it. She had said they were CFM heels. (Come Fuck Me)





Hermione put on the dress and smiled at the way the soft fabric caressed her skin. She tied it at her waist, adjusting the neckline to make certain her breasts were not on display to all and sundry. Sitting on the bench at the foot of her bed, she pulled on a pair of thin socks and then the boots with the spiky heels. A couple of bracelets and a pair of diamond earrings completed the ensemble. She applied a light, powdery scent to her throat and wrists, and a tiny dab between her breasts just in case, and stared at her reflection in satisfaction.





On her way out the door she grabbed a light brown cloak from the closet and her handbag, checking to make sure her wand was inside. It wasn’t wise to go about without ones wand. She made her way down the stairs, ignoring the surprised glances and curious whispers of students, staff and paintings, and out the front doors.





He was waiting for her just outside the gates of the school grounds. She stopped suddenly, surprised to see him out of his normal, multi-button suit. He was still wearing unrelieved black, only it was in the form of a well cut suit. His trousers and jacket were black with a thin pinstripe of black in a slightly shiny thread. His shirt was of the finest cotton, black of course with a black satin tie with a faint dotted print also in black imbedded in the material. Over it all was a soft woolen cloak with the Slytherin crest embroidered on the left side of his chest.





“Wow, Severus, you look amazing.” Hermione said. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly and he tucked his head, causing his silky black hair to fall forward over his forehead.



“Thank you. You look absolutely lovely.” He said, offering his arm.





“I had hoped you would like it.” She said, sliding her arm through his and holding on tight as he disapparated them to the edge of Hogsmeade village.





“I do, very much.” He led her along the cobblestone street to the Warlock Inn. He held open the door for her and followed her inside. Severus assisted her with her cloak and checked them at the counter. His eyes caught the deep neckline of her dress and he cleared his throat, prying his gaze away reluctantly.



“May I help you sir?” The host asked as they approached the podium.





“I have a reservation for Severus Snape.” Severus answered, his gaze wandering back to Hermione. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.





“Oh yes, come with me please.” The little man stepped from behind the podium and led them to the back side of the restaurant that overlooked the lake. It was a curved booth that allowed them to sit side by side and still be able to see the view, while offering them a modicum of privacy from the other diners.





“I almost thought you would change your mind.” Severus said as he settled in beside her. He reached for the wine list and began looking it over.





“There is no way I would pass up an opportunity to kiss you again, Severus.” Hermione said as she looked at him. He glanced up from the wine list and leaned closer to her, intending to kiss her right then but he was interrupted by the waiter. Severus took the liberty of ordering for both of them, including a rather high priced bottle of wine.





“You tempt me to behave inappropriately.” He said low as he gazed out the window.





“How is it inappropriate? This is a date isn’t it? It’s normal to kiss on a date.” She teased. She could tell he felt out of his element, and she sensed that like her, he didn’t date often.





“Not in public, not the way I want to kiss you anyhow.” His words were soft, and the deep velvety baritone went all through her, causing her skin to prickle slightly. She wanted that kiss, the one promised in his tone. She suddenly wished they had arranged to meet somewhere more private. Maybe in their rooms, or an inn. Didn’t he have a home in London?





“Now that wasn’t nice, I’ll never be able to enjoy my dinner. I’m going to spend the entire evening thinking about what that kiss will be like.” She was more wanton with him than she had ever been previously with any of her other dates. She couldn’t seem to help it; everything she said to him came out flirtatious and slightly naughty. Whatever force was pulling them towards each other was affecting her behavior.





“Maybe just a small taste wouldn’t hurt anything…” Severus lowered his head, his lips capturing hers, tasting and exploring tentatively as he resisted the urge to devour and consume. He broke the kiss just as the waiter returned and began to fill their glasses with the wine Severus ordered. He exhaled slowly before sipping the sweet, slightly tangy wine. “This…thing….this need to kiss and touch you….its going to be damned inconvenient at work, especially when I have to sit beside you during meals. I can always smell that sweet, powdery perfume you wear and it makes me nuts.”





“I never noticed. I knew you watched me all the time, I could actually feel you looking at me and I wondered why. I never suspected that we would have chemistry between us.” She reached for his hand beneath the table and threaded her fingers through his. “You aren’t the only one who will have trouble with discretion at work Severus, but if we are careful, no one need know anything until we are ready to tell them.”





“I think you underestimate this thing between the two of us. My guess is that suspicion and rumor has already begun to spread. No doubt that gossiping twit who guards your door has talked to the other portraits, and then there is Nick.” Severus said, rolling his eyes slightly. “A more gossiping ghost you will never find.”





“Ah, so that explains why Nick is always going on and on about you. He’s playing matchmaker.” She laughed. “You don’t think the creatures in the castle are conspiring do you? Maybe Peeves is slipping us a potion when we aren’t looking.”





“No, I would know if it were a potion, it’s hard to slip something past me.” He said, thinking about the possibility.





“I was joking, Severus.” She said with a smile. He really needed to develop a sense of humor.





“Sorry about that, I guess I have been wondering the same things, it seems odd for this to happen out of the blue, and it isn’t as though we haven’t known one another for years.” He said, thinking on it probably a bit more than was necessary. Why couldn’t he just accept what was and go with it? Why did he have to analyze everything to death?





“Not so odd, if this had…ignited before now, it would have been illegal. Not to mention immoral.” She laughed.





“You do have a point there. But you would think there would have been some inkling…”





“There was.” She answered softly. “Sixth and Seventh year. I used to fantasize about you, and dream about you almost every night. It was….disturbing to me at that age.” She smiled at him. “Not so much now.”





“You hid it well, I never suspected. Once or twice over the years I have had to contend with flirtatious students, they usually stare stupidly and bat their eyes.” He said.





“Ah, well they wanted your attention. I was afraid of you.” She answered, smiling when the waiter delivered their food.





“Why would you fear me? I would never cause you harm, now or then.” He actually seemed somewhat hurt by her declaration.





“No, it wasn’t a fear for my safety. More likely it was your maleness that I feared. Your alpha male tendencies can be somewhat intimidating. I wasn’t accustomed to it; Ron and Harry are anything but intimidating.”





“Alpha male is it?” He smirked. “Funny, I feel like a bumbling idiot around you.” He said, cutting into the steak on his plate.





“Bumbling? No. You are very sweet though, I didn’t expect that. You were always rather nasty to me actually. You once called me an Insufferable Know it All….and you laughed when Draco cursed my teeth.” She pouted. Severus chuckled softly at the memories he had of both occasions.





“Well, you were rather impertinent in class with your hand constantly waving in the air. And I laughed because…well it was a rather clever jinx.” He said in his defense.





“I suppose it WAS rather clever for Draco at the time.” She said, having realized long ago that it actually was sort of funny. “I am glad that he has outgrown his penchant for jinxing me however.” She saw the slightest hint of a real smile on his lips and began to chew softly on her lower lip. Severus looked up and reached out, his thumb brushing over her lip, just as he had done once before.





“Stop that.” He said softly. Their dinner continued on, the conversation lagging occasionally, but never longer than a moment or two. She was somewhat disappointed that he did not kiss her again. Once they had finished desert, he had paid the bill and escorted her to the foyer. He retrieved their cloaks and slipped hers over her shoulders.





“I will take you back to the castle now.” He said, guiding her outside and along the road to the edge of the village. Hermione was tempted to pout at him, after all, hadn’t he essentially promised to kiss her senseless? Her hand was nestled into the crook of his elbow as he disapparated them back to the gates of the school.





Severus was very cautious as he walked her inside the castle and along the halls towards her rooms. It was late and the castle was quiet. The lamps had all been extinguished, but Severus had no trouble finding his way. He led her up the stairs and down a long hall to her rooms.



“Do you want to come in?” She asked softly. The lady in the portrait gasped in shock.





“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He said as his eyes flashed briefly with something she wasn’t quite able to identify.





“Why not? Don’t you trust me?” She smiled.





“No, and I certainly do not trust myself.”





“Are you going to kiss me goodnight?” She asked, biting her lip.





“I wish you wouldn’t abuse your lip so.” He said, stroking his finger over the plump lip.





“If you were kissing me, then my mouth would be too busy to cause such abuse.” She smiled.





“You are determined to have your kiss aren’t you?” He felt an odd, heated sensation in his chest. Most people wanted to be as far away from him as they could get. It felt…nice…to have someone so anxious for his attention, his affection. “I wouldn’t want to leave the lady unsatisfied.” He said low as he stepped forward. He slid one hand around her waist and with the other he cupped the back of her neck. Severus lowered his lips to hers, kissing softly. When her lips parted beneath his he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and instantly the kiss caught fire. She moaned softly into his mouth, pressing her body closer to his, the fingers of one hand tangling in his hair while the other fisted in his cloak.





Mouths open, lips sealed and tongues dueling wildly as they clutched at one another. Severus pressed her back into her door, ignoring the muffled protests of the portraits inhabitant. He cared about nothing but the taste of the witch in his arms. He groaned softly when he felt her hand sliding from his chest and around his to his back, skimming down to grab his backside and pull him closer against her. Their lips parted only to change the angle of the kiss, the sound of their heavy breathing filled the small alcove outside her door.





Applause startled them apart and their heads snapped around to see Sir Nicholas clapping, reaching up to wipe away an invisible tear as he sniffed.



“I knew it! I’m so pleased to see that the two of you have taken my advice.” He said, tilting his barely attached head to the side, reaching up to make certain it didn’t separate and ruin the moment. “I can’t tell you how this would warm my heart…if I were still in possession of it.” With a sigh he disappeared through the floor.





Severus looked down at Hermione, her lips swollen and flushed, and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.



“Bloody meddling ghost.” Severus mumbled, his eyes transfixed by the soft flush creeping up her chest and neck.





“Come inside with me.” She whispered, the fingers in his hair massaging the back of his neck gently.





“I want to, I do. But not tonight, not yet.” He gave her a light, quick kiss before slowly extricating himself from her arms. She was staring at him in amazement.





“You really won’t come inside? You are turning me down?” She asked incredulously. Sexual frustration was forcing her rather wicked temper to the surface. “Fine, goodnight then.” She turned, whispered her password and entered her rooms, slamming the door behind her.



“Ouch!” The woman in the portrait said as she was jarred. “You really are an imbecile, you know that.”



Severus was staring at the door, completely baffled. He reached up and ran his fingers through is mussed hair.



“What did I do?” He asked, confusion furrowing his brow.





“She offered herself to you, something she NEVER does with any man, not that she dates, it’s quite sad really.” The portrait prattled on. “Anyhow, she offered herself to you and you rejected her.”





“It wasn’t a rejection! I just don’t think it’s appropriate…” Severus made to knock on the door.





“I wouldn’t do that!” The portrait said, smiling when the sound of something hitting the back of the door startled Severus. “Her boot. She has a wicked little temper on her when she’s riled.”





“I….uh….what should I do?”





“Go to your rooms, talk to her tomorrow, she wouldn’t listen to you at the moment and more than likely…” THUMP, the other boot hit the back of the door. “You would end up injured.” Severus nodded, still confused.





“Thank you.” He mumbled as he turned and walked away. He never thought he would incite a tantrum for being a gentleman. He smiled; it was nice to know however that he was able to stir her passions to such a point. His deflated ego swelled a bit, and he began to whistle softly as he made his way back to his rooms.