Shock Treatment

Chapter 6 … It Was Mostly Mutual Masturbation

After the mutual desire to speak with each other was made known, both girls were chomping at the bit to have the day done with so they could each share their newest bits of gossip. Hermione had been full of nerves all the way to Potions that morning, but luckily other then trying her damndest not to blush it hadn’t been too horrendous. Only someone who had spent the entire class watching for the subtle interaction between Hermione and Snape would have had any inkling that something might be off.

She was more subdued when it came to raising her hand that class, and as usual Snape never called on her, but he also refrained from singling her out to insult her, which was the most unusual thing that happened. Class seemed to drag on, and when the bell rang, for once Hermione was the first out of the door anxious to have the day move on and get over with so she could share her secret with Ginny.

Class after class was spent with her foot bobbing, her pent up energy begging to be released. Finally the final bell rang loud and clear and for the first time in her memory, Hermione was more relieved then the boys to have the weekend here. They deposited their bags in their room and Hermione went in search of her red headed guidance counselor. She found Ginny pacing agitatedly back and forth in front of the doors to the Great Hall and when she saw Hermione’s approach she quickly grabbed her hand and the girls practically sprinted up to the head girl’s room.

Ginny went first, and she relayed everything from the night before in awe inspiring detail. Every look, every touch, every kiss and sigh was relived for Hermione’s benefit. By the end of her tale, Hermione was practically salivating. The sexual tension between her and Snape was escalating quickly and to hear that Ginny had succeeded in the seduction of Remus was near unbearable. She was happy her friend had found someone but now her sex was throbbing and she had no one to run to so it could be relieved.

After excited squeals and mostly sincere congratulation to Ginny, Hermione began relaying her own events of the previous evening. She told her of scrubbing the cauldrons and trying to get him to notice her body, and then she spoke of looking up and seeing what he was doing. Ginny gasped in all the right places and did her duty of comforting Hermione to a T. When she finished her tale, Ginny looked a little confused and very pensive.

“So” asked Ginny “it was mutual masturbation, for lack of a better description then?”

“I suppose you can call it that, but it wasn’t so mutual it was like he was in his own world and forgot I was even there. I however was more then aware of who he was and what he was doing. Oh Ginny, I am at a loss as to what to do, thanks to you, I now want him so bad I can almost feel his arms around me as I fall asleep. But every meeting we have is horridly awkward and ends in me making an ass of myself.”

“Technically Hermione, you weren’t the one to make an ass of yourself this time. That was all on Snape’s end. I can only imagine what I would do if I was in that situation, and I can guarantee that you composed yourself heaps better then I would have. Now enough of the pity party, you have detention again tonight, correct?”

“Yes”

“Okay then, we need to get cracking again. You’re a smart girl Hermione; surely you can see how this can be used to your advantage. You said it yourself this brings you to a new level of intimacy with him. Take it and run with it. Don’t acknowledge last night verbally, but make it clear with your body language and subtle hints that you are perfectly aware of what happened and you aren’t opposed to it.”

So from there Hermione was once again more confident of herself, and with a clever gleam in her eye she made her way to Severus and hopefully a steamy Friday night.

Once detention had started and it looked as though Snape had no intentions of ever mentioning last night, Hermione took it upon herself to smile and act as normal as possible. She stood tall and proud and showed no remorse. She let none of her awkwardness show on the surface and could already tell it was putting him more at ease. He was a man just the same as anyone else, and though the situation needed to be handled more delicately then normal, she wasn’t going to walk away from this.

This detention he had her organizing his store room and she knew he was keeping an eye out to make sure she pilfered nothing.

“Sir, you don’t need to watch me, I have no intentions of taking anything.”

“For some reason Miss Granger I don’t quite believe you, good intentions or not. I have no idea why a student like you would feel the need to steal from me. I speak this in the strictest confidentiality, but you have an aptitude for this subject. Surely if you needed to brew something that badly you could have asked me.”

Hermione looked a bit surprised at the proverbial olive branch. He had just about complimented her, though it was underscored with the fact that she apparently was allowed to tell no one about it. Typical.

“So your telling me Professor, that if I came to you in my second year and told you I needed to borrow ingredients to make polyjuice potion you would have given them to me?” He looked scandalized at the thought of this.

“Certainly not, there is no way you should have been brewing that at all, much less in your second year.”

“But I did, and it helped us eliminate Draco as a suspect in the chamber of secrets. So in the end, though I regret stealing from you, I feel justified in my actions.” He looked a bit surprised at her self riotous attitude, but in the end he got his poetic justice. After all, she had spent months as a cat.

“Bygones Miss Granger. It’s over with, but just how many other things have you been up to that the school didn’t have any idea about?”

“If I tell you the truth do you promise not to get upset at me and give me more detentions?”

“Alright, I promise, on the condition that it isn’t anything too horrendous.” Hermione was so pleased they were having a normal conversation that she didn’t question his sudden curiosity about her misdeeds.

“Well, you know about solving the puzzle in first year” when she looked at him he nodded. “Second year was when I was petrified, third year I had a time turner. Did you know about that?”

“I had an inkling. How the bloody hell else would you have managed to take all those classes. You certainly are different then your boy toys Miss Granger. They would have used that for mischief, yet you only did those things to help others. You shan’t be underestimated again. Anything else?”

“Hmmm lets see, fourth year was when I met Viktor, and the boys and I had spent some time sneaking around Hogsmeade to meet Sirius. Oh, and I trapped Rita Skeeter in a jar. Did you know she has an animangus form of a beetle?”

“I shall be sure to fumigate my classroom in the future. Thank you for the heads up.” He stated with a wry smile which Hermione found captivating. And slowly as their eyes met over the intimacy of shared laughter, the room seemed to fade. Things kept running through Hermione’s mind that were all at once nonsensical and the clearest things she had ever thought before. Things like ‘does my breath smell okay’, ‘where should I put my hands’ and ‘he smells like spice and soap’.

They moved closer together in an agonizingly slow way and though detention was hardly the romantic setting she had envisioned, her heart beat wildly in her chest in anticipation. A pink tongue darted out to moisten dry lips and an intake of breath showed that it was certainly tracked by obsidian eyes.

A black clad arm reached forward and long sensual fingers cupped the back of her head. Faces tilted to allow the perfect angle for the kiss and then in one spectacular moment, lips met. The pressure was soft and sweet and the tastes of bitter coffee and sweet chocolate melded together as close to ambrosia as the mortal would get. The kiss deepened and tongues twisted towards each other, dancing the timeless dance of passion that was performed every day by millions of couples. They all seemed irrelevant at that moment.

When the need for oxygen became detrimental and they pulled apart, they laid their foreheads against each other. When black eyes met brown the only work that seemed appropriate for the moment was uttered with vehemence by Severus. “Oh Shit”.

A/N- Some asked me in a review if I was Irish. For some reason this just tickled me pink, but alas I regret to inform them that I am 75% German and 25% Swedish though my family has been in the United States for around five generations going on six. So, though I would love cute red hair and a wonderful accent all I have is pale skin and very blonde hair. I am not very pleased with this chapter, it feels a tiny bit forced, so I hope you can forgive me. I am so pleased by the way to have so many readers that have read my other story. Thank you so much and I do just love you all!