Madame Curie, Potion's Mistress
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
13,015
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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J.K. Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. I own nothing in this fandom except the plot of my story. I make no money from this fiction.
Interlude
Hello my lovelies, here is a short chapter for your viewing delight. I move tomorrow but somehow my muse tickled me until I wrote this chapter down. Even amidst chaos you can't keep an aspiring writer down! Please review and I hope you enjoy....
Interlude
For three days and two nights Severus detained his new-found Madame Curie, making passionate love to her almost constantly. In between sessions they talked of the past and began to unravel the series of events that had led them to their current predicament. Severus was deeply touched and irritated simultaneously by her story. Why in the world she would sacrifice herself to take the blame for a bad joke was beyond his realm of understanding. At the same time he was impressed and awed by the size of her potions venture. It was a worldwide business and one she had accomplished success with in a few short years by marketing an image of Madame Curie quite shrewdly and worthy of Slytherin praise. At last, the time had come for him to return to Hogwarts and the moment he had dreaded confronting her about.
“Hermione.” Severus trailed a finger lazily down one side of her breast, around the areola and back up the other side of her curve.
She giggled and pushed his hand away. “Stop that! I’m ticklish!”
“Oh really?” He gave her a rare smile and tickled her in earnest for a few moments before allowing her to regain her breath before kissing her senseless.
“Oh, Severus, I wish you didn’t have to go,” she breathed against his questing lips.
“Come with me. Come back to Hogwarts with me. Tell your story and help me find the true culprit behind that farce of a joke.” He languidly trailed fiery kisses across her jawline and down her throat.
“I-I – Oh!- I can’t do that. What are people going to say? I’ve been gone for too long. It’s better this way.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, witch. Everyone will be thrilled to have the Gryffindor Princess back from the dead.”
“The dead?” Hermione pushed him away suddenly, wide-eyed in her consternation.
Severus huffed his annoyance and fell back against the pillow. “If you must know, Potter held a memorial service in your honor.”
“They think I’m dead?” Hermione repeated, her eyes becoming suspiciously misty.
“What else are they supposed to think? You left the country and didn’t bother to let anyone know where you were going. I don’t believe they think you are dead in a physical sense, but in a way, you are dead to them. You’ve deserted them.”
“What?” she screeched, her small hand slapping and leaving a sharp sting against his chest.
“Ow! Stop that!” He grabbed her wrist tightly and wrenched the irate woman to his chest. Holding her in a vise to keep her from struggling, he looked deeply into her stormy brown eyes and whispered, “Legilimens.”
It was so much easier to just show her images of her friends and colleagues rather than prattle on endlessly and suffer her temper tantrums and misunderstandings. He’d caught the sharp end of her tongue several times over the course of the last few days. True, he had simply fucked her wicked tongue into submission on more than one occasion, but she had seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.
Hermione sagged onto his chest as she saw the heartache her disappearance had caused.
“Oh, Severus. What have I done?”
His strong arms embraced her gently but firmly as he continued to soothe her in his rich, warm baritone. “You did what silly witches with big ideas, little common sense and misguided senses of justice do in such overwhelming circumstances. You took the blame like a courageous little Gryffindor and let the real git off the proverbial hook.”
His renewed, thick erection pressed heavily against her lower belly, throbbing in time with his heartbeat pumping within his breast.
“Hermione,” he whispered thickly.
“Severus.” Barely moving, she lowered her head and rested it against his shoulder. Her hips slid forward; tilted to suit the angle needed and then encompassed his length until he was buried in her heat entirely.
“Gods, witch!”
Hermione took her time, rocking against him in exquisite rapture. Their lovemaking was unhurried, savored by them both. It was so warm and cozy in the little Romanian tavern room, clothes strewn about and numerous cups of tea ring stains on the dark wood on the lone table beside the bed.
Severus kneaded her arse cheeks with his long, skilled fingers, encouraging her with subtle movements to move a little more quickly after the slow pace began to drive him mad with agonized pleasure.
“Hermione, oh gods, yes!”
The beautiful witch trailed her tongue down his upper chest and around each nipple, biting them gently before soothing the hurt with her tongue. Making him gasp, she clenched her kegel muscles and sat straight up on top of him. She lowered and raised herself up and down a bit faster, her breasts bouncing lightly, long chestnut curls draping past her shoulders and framing the curves beautifully.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he rasped out, his black eyes glittering hotly.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open slightly as the slow, curling burn bloomed in her belly and made its way up her chest and down into her groin. Blood pooled in all the right places as her eyes glazed over and her fingernails dug into his thighs. “Severus, I’m coming, oh gods yes I’m coming!”
“Yes, witch! Come on my cock!” He grabbed her hips and thrust up wildly when he felt her inner muscles choke his cock in a death grip. Severus fucked her hard while she keened through her rapture. With a great, unrestrained shout he blew his load into her, burst after burst of come yanked from his balls, going on for longer than he had ever experienced until at last the exhausted couple lay panting together in the aftershocks of unrestrained desire.
“Come home with me. You can stay with me at the castle and I’ll make sure your return is handled properly. I won’t allow anyone to give you any grief over your absence. Come with me and I’ll take care of everything.”
Hermione looked deep into the beseeching eyes of Severus Snape, and the only answer she could give him with a plea like that falling from his lips was a resounding, “Yes, I will.”
Kissing her soundly, the couple then rose to shower and make preparations for their return to Hogwarts and the inevitable hornet’s nest her return would invoke.
It was going to be quite interesting, indeed.
Interlude
For three days and two nights Severus detained his new-found Madame Curie, making passionate love to her almost constantly. In between sessions they talked of the past and began to unravel the series of events that had led them to their current predicament. Severus was deeply touched and irritated simultaneously by her story. Why in the world she would sacrifice herself to take the blame for a bad joke was beyond his realm of understanding. At the same time he was impressed and awed by the size of her potions venture. It was a worldwide business and one she had accomplished success with in a few short years by marketing an image of Madame Curie quite shrewdly and worthy of Slytherin praise. At last, the time had come for him to return to Hogwarts and the moment he had dreaded confronting her about.
“Hermione.” Severus trailed a finger lazily down one side of her breast, around the areola and back up the other side of her curve.
She giggled and pushed his hand away. “Stop that! I’m ticklish!”
“Oh really?” He gave her a rare smile and tickled her in earnest for a few moments before allowing her to regain her breath before kissing her senseless.
“Oh, Severus, I wish you didn’t have to go,” she breathed against his questing lips.
“Come with me. Come back to Hogwarts with me. Tell your story and help me find the true culprit behind that farce of a joke.” He languidly trailed fiery kisses across her jawline and down her throat.
“I-I – Oh!- I can’t do that. What are people going to say? I’ve been gone for too long. It’s better this way.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, witch. Everyone will be thrilled to have the Gryffindor Princess back from the dead.”
“The dead?” Hermione pushed him away suddenly, wide-eyed in her consternation.
Severus huffed his annoyance and fell back against the pillow. “If you must know, Potter held a memorial service in your honor.”
“They think I’m dead?” Hermione repeated, her eyes becoming suspiciously misty.
“What else are they supposed to think? You left the country and didn’t bother to let anyone know where you were going. I don’t believe they think you are dead in a physical sense, but in a way, you are dead to them. You’ve deserted them.”
“What?” she screeched, her small hand slapping and leaving a sharp sting against his chest.
“Ow! Stop that!” He grabbed her wrist tightly and wrenched the irate woman to his chest. Holding her in a vise to keep her from struggling, he looked deeply into her stormy brown eyes and whispered, “Legilimens.”
It was so much easier to just show her images of her friends and colleagues rather than prattle on endlessly and suffer her temper tantrums and misunderstandings. He’d caught the sharp end of her tongue several times over the course of the last few days. True, he had simply fucked her wicked tongue into submission on more than one occasion, but she had seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.
Hermione sagged onto his chest as she saw the heartache her disappearance had caused.
“Oh, Severus. What have I done?”
His strong arms embraced her gently but firmly as he continued to soothe her in his rich, warm baritone. “You did what silly witches with big ideas, little common sense and misguided senses of justice do in such overwhelming circumstances. You took the blame like a courageous little Gryffindor and let the real git off the proverbial hook.”
His renewed, thick erection pressed heavily against her lower belly, throbbing in time with his heartbeat pumping within his breast.
“Hermione,” he whispered thickly.
“Severus.” Barely moving, she lowered her head and rested it against his shoulder. Her hips slid forward; tilted to suit the angle needed and then encompassed his length until he was buried in her heat entirely.
“Gods, witch!”
Hermione took her time, rocking against him in exquisite rapture. Their lovemaking was unhurried, savored by them both. It was so warm and cozy in the little Romanian tavern room, clothes strewn about and numerous cups of tea ring stains on the dark wood on the lone table beside the bed.
Severus kneaded her arse cheeks with his long, skilled fingers, encouraging her with subtle movements to move a little more quickly after the slow pace began to drive him mad with agonized pleasure.
“Hermione, oh gods, yes!”
The beautiful witch trailed her tongue down his upper chest and around each nipple, biting them gently before soothing the hurt with her tongue. Making him gasp, she clenched her kegel muscles and sat straight up on top of him. She lowered and raised herself up and down a bit faster, her breasts bouncing lightly, long chestnut curls draping past her shoulders and framing the curves beautifully.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he rasped out, his black eyes glittering hotly.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open slightly as the slow, curling burn bloomed in her belly and made its way up her chest and down into her groin. Blood pooled in all the right places as her eyes glazed over and her fingernails dug into his thighs. “Severus, I’m coming, oh gods yes I’m coming!”
“Yes, witch! Come on my cock!” He grabbed her hips and thrust up wildly when he felt her inner muscles choke his cock in a death grip. Severus fucked her hard while she keened through her rapture. With a great, unrestrained shout he blew his load into her, burst after burst of come yanked from his balls, going on for longer than he had ever experienced until at last the exhausted couple lay panting together in the aftershocks of unrestrained desire.
“Come home with me. You can stay with me at the castle and I’ll make sure your return is handled properly. I won’t allow anyone to give you any grief over your absence. Come with me and I’ll take care of everything.”
Hermione looked deep into the beseeching eyes of Severus Snape, and the only answer she could give him with a plea like that falling from his lips was a resounding, “Yes, I will.”
Kissing her soundly, the couple then rose to shower and make preparations for their return to Hogwarts and the inevitable hornet’s nest her return would invoke.
It was going to be quite interesting, indeed.