A Change of Venue 2: Granger Services, Inc

Chapter 5 ~ Turnabout

Hermione drew back from Snape, her brown eyes resting on his face. His eyes were closed and slowly opened. He looked at her as she straightened.

"How was that?" she asked him softly.

"It was—quite nice," Snape said thickly.

"Would you like another?"

"Yes."

"Well, stand up. It will be better that way," Hermione said, backing up to give him room.

Snape slowly rose and stood stiffly as he faced Hermione. He looked slightly pained.

"Come here, and place your arms around my waist," Hermione told him.

Snape hesitated, then stepped forward, doing as she asked but leaving room between their bodies.

"Hold me closer. Don't be afraid to come in contact with me," she said softly. "I won't break."

Snape gently pulled Hermione against his body. She could feel him quivering slightly at the unfamiliar contact, and she could also feel that he wasn't yet aroused. He was too nervous. He held her gingerly as if afraid to move his arms at all.

"Good, now—kiss me," she said, offering her slightly puckered lips.

Snape looked down at her mouth, then tentatively lowered his lips to hers. They were tight again, but Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her mouth over his sensually until it relaxed. She also moved her body against his gently, so he could feel the softness of her breasts pressing into him. She felt a pulse against her belly as he reacted. Then he suddenly jerked away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

Snape blinked at her.

"I think—I think this might be a mistake, Hermione," he said, blinking rapidly.

He already felt he was going to come, and she was just kissing him. How could he get through this? He had no control.

"No, it's not a mistake, Severus. I felt you responding to me," she said soothingly, her arms still around his neck.

"Yes. But—I can feel that—that I'm going to—I can't do this," he replied.

"You can do it, and you will do it. We'll do it. I'm not about to let you back out on me. I've been thinking about you for the past couple of days, Severus. I want this, I want you. Don't worry about—not being able to finish. You'll finish. I promise you."

"I have no control," he muttered.

"So, then we'll let you get your first nut, then start over," she said with a smile as she caught his hand. "Come with me. We're going to my bedroom."

Snape stalled a bit, but Hermione pulled at him so hard, he followed her, his face contorted. He still wasn't sure about this. She led him down the hallway and turned right into her bedroom. Snape looked around.

Her bedroom was painted in a cool blue color. It held a queen-sized bed with night stands on either side, a dresser with a mirror, a closet, a small bookshelf filled with books and a bathroom. Blue shag carpet was on the floor.

"My bedroom," she said unnecessarily. "Now, go into the bathroom and change your clothing. You'll find a pair of pajamas, a robe and slippers. I think I got your size right. If you feel like showering, you can. I'll dress out here."

Snape looked toward the bathroom furtively.

"Go ahead, Severus. Take the plunge," Hermione said naughtily, pushing him toward the bathroom.

Snape took a deep breath, then entered, closing the door behind him. This was followed by silence, then Hermione heard him turn the shower on.

"Wasting time," she said softly as she began to undress.

Snape stood in the shower, just letting the water run over his thin, scarred body. How could Hermione possibly muster up any passion for someone as unattractive as he was? He didn't even want to show her his body. Maybe she'd just let him pull his pajama bottoms down to his thighs and shag her. He could ask, couldn't he?

He had softened again as well, and this disheartened him further. He was sure any other wizard who was about to get laid would be erect and hard as a rock. But not him.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Severus, are you all right in there?" Hermione called. She was dressed in a long Slytherin green silk nightgown with thin straps. It was a nice gown, showing a little cleavage, but demure. Nothing too overwhelming.

"I'm—I'm fine. I'll be out shortly," he called back. He fiddled with his soft cock for a moment, then sighed and turned off the water.

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Hermione was sitting on the bed when a self-conscious Snape exited the bathroom, He was dressed in the black pajamas, slippers and bathrobe she provided. He'd left his wand in the bathroom, since it wasn't supposed to be in the bedroom. He stood looking at Hermione, his dark eyes drifting over her shapely form. He swallowed as she stood up and smiled at him.

"You know, black becomes you, Severus," she said softly. "How do you like my choice of gown?"

She spun slowly for him.

"It's—very nice," he said, his eyes resting on her plump arse for a moment before shifting upward a bit guiltily. Then he saw she had brought the wine in.

"May I have a bit more wine?" he asked her.

"Of course," she said. "Sit down on the bed and I'll pour you a glass."

Severus walked to the bed, turned and sat down on it. It had a very firm mattress. He was extremely stiff. Hermione poured the wine and brought the glass to him. Snape brought it to his lips and drank it straight down.

Hermione's eyebrows rose.

"Did you even taste it?" she asked him.

"Not really," he replied as Hermione picked up the bottle and poured him another glass.

"A bit of liquid courage," she said with a grin.

"Yes. A bit," Snape agreed before drinking down the second glass. Hermione took the glass away from him.

"That's enough wine," she said, placing the bottle and glass on her nightstand.

She looked back at Snape, who stared straight ahead, his hands resting in his lap. His Adam's apple was moving slightly, and there was a slight tick in his cheek.

"I love this," Hermione said softly.

Snape turned his head.

"Love what?" he asked her, frowning.

"That you're so nervous. It makes me want to do very naughty things to you," she said with a smile.

"You find my—my reticence attractive?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes. Very attractive," she told him.

Snape snorted.

"Then you'll probably find my inability to hold an erection without spewing all over you—just beautiful," he muttered.

"Actually, I probably would," Hermione agreed as Snape looked at her, startled.

"You're just saying that," he hissed at her.

"You think so? How about we find out?" she said, reaching over and moving his hand out of his lap and caressing his cock through his pajamas. Snape jumped and slapped at her hand as she laughed.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I think that was obvious. I was touching your cock. I plan to do that quite a bit tonight, so you might as well get used to it."

"Well, I'm not ready for you to touch it," he said sullenly. "Not yet."

Hermione frowned at him.

"You're going to give me a hard time, before you give me a hard time, aren't you, Severus?" she asked him.

Snape looked down into his lap, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"I—I don't mean to be this way, Hermione. It's just that I have so many misgivings—not about you, but about me. You have no idea what it is like to be—me. To be so lacking—in everything. Looks. Ability. Experience. You're little more than a girl and you have more experience than I do. It's—it's embarrassing."

"A girl? I'm a woman, Severus. A young woman, but a woman just the same. And everyone starts someplace. You're just starting a little later than most. But remember what you've been doing for all those years when other wizards were getting their wicks wet. You were fighting evil, Severus. You didn't have time for this—"

"It wasn't I didn't have time. No one wanted me and I knew it," he said, his voice cold.

"If I had been older, I would have given you a go," Hermione told him. "Before I thought you killed Dumbledore. There was a bit of a lull there, but I was so happy to discover that wasn't what happened at all, and the feelings came back. You wouldn't have shagged a student, particularly one of Harry's best friends."

Snape looked at her.

"You were always a bit of an odd duck," he said softly.

"I was, and still am, really. I think character is more important than looks. And no one I know has more character than you, Severus. If I were to make an analogy between you and Lucius, Lucius would be a puddle and you'd be an entire ocean."

Snape's mouth quirked, but he didn't say anything.

Hermione tried a different tack.

"Severus, I know you didn't want a scenario and so, I kept this simple. But I have to admit something to you—"

"What?"

"That—that this is my fantasy. To have you here and to have sex with you. Just like this. No bells and whistles—"

He frowned.

"If that's the case, perhaps you should be paying me five hundred Galleons," he snapped at her.

Hermione stared at him for a moment, then stood up and exited the bedroom, Snape looking after her.

Perhaps he had gone too far.

Presently, Hermione returned with a pouch and tossed it at him. He caught it reflexively. The sound of clinking coins accompanied it.

"What is this?" he asked Hermione, who stood in the doorway, leaning against the sill with her arms crossed. She wore a little smile.

"Five Hundred Galleons—for my fantasy," she replied.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.