Six Days and Seven Nights
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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9,740
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30
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Day 3
DAY 3
Until last night, I had never slept in the nude. Imagine my confusion then when I woke up this morning, grumpy about how thin and itchy my nightgown was, and realized that the uncomfortable fabric in question was actually the thin cotton from the threadbare sheets that covered my bare body. Imagine my extra surprise when I realized that my bedfellow was just as naked as I was.
He was spooned against my back with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I couldn’t tell whether he was holding onto me to keep warm under those dreadfully thin bedclothes or whether he was clutching me to keep me from escaping from his naked embrace.
It was a new sensation—awaking to skin against skin, warmth in warmth, limb to limb. And there was something else—something hard against my back. For a moment I imagined it was his hip or elbow or some other bit he had contorted to wrap himself snugly around me. Then my quickly increasing knowledge of the human anatomy came to me, and I realized that the bulge pressing into the small of my back was none other than that masculine appendage he had spent the last several nights refusing to gratify.
I chewed my lip, not certain what I should do. That firm stock of flesh felt foreign against my skin, and part of me wanted to wriggle out of his grasp. Nevertheless, I was intrigued by the way that even his unconscious body could be so attune to the possibility of sex. I was also a little worried about how Severus would feel if he woke up to realize that his body was betraying the desires he had been so carefully keeping in check. Finally, it was less my discomfort with him than my discomfort from my own bladder that made me try to slip out of his embrace.
Feeling my movement, he instinctively drew me closer. Then he came more fully to himself and loosened his grip, unwrapping his arm enough so that it drew across my stomach and rested lightly on my hip.
He had left me with a decision. He wasn’t restraining me, but he wasn’t releasing me either.
“Good morning, Severus,” I said, hoping to rouse him a little more.
“’Morning,” he murmured. His thumb was ever so slightly caressing the arch of my hip. The sensation sent a shiver through my middle and also reminded me of the fullness of my bladder.
“I suppose we should get up now. I have some more reading I’d like to do.”
His hand raised just enough to transfer it to my arm, which briefly felt his touch. He still seemed to be coming to terms with my nakedness too. Then, in an instant, he was out of bed. I caught a brief glimpse of that angular body before he donned a robe and marched out. Beyond the bedroom, I heard the click of the bathroom lock.
“Bastard!” my dismayed bladder cried.
It was almost reassuring to know that some things had not changed.
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AN: Thanks for waiting for more. I seem to be having some very Severus moments by drawing things out here.
Thanks for all the reviews, everyone. Ele--I imagine Hermione didn't mention the particulars of Snape's privates in the last chapter because everything was hidden under the covers. I guess she found out a little more about them now.
I've gotten a few requests to have an update list. Unfortuantely, I can't seem to access everyone's emails. If you're interested in being on an update list, please email me at greatwhiteholda. (It's a hotmail.com address.)
Until last night, I had never slept in the nude. Imagine my confusion then when I woke up this morning, grumpy about how thin and itchy my nightgown was, and realized that the uncomfortable fabric in question was actually the thin cotton from the threadbare sheets that covered my bare body. Imagine my extra surprise when I realized that my bedfellow was just as naked as I was.
He was spooned against my back with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I couldn’t tell whether he was holding onto me to keep warm under those dreadfully thin bedclothes or whether he was clutching me to keep me from escaping from his naked embrace.
It was a new sensation—awaking to skin against skin, warmth in warmth, limb to limb. And there was something else—something hard against my back. For a moment I imagined it was his hip or elbow or some other bit he had contorted to wrap himself snugly around me. Then my quickly increasing knowledge of the human anatomy came to me, and I realized that the bulge pressing into the small of my back was none other than that masculine appendage he had spent the last several nights refusing to gratify.
I chewed my lip, not certain what I should do. That firm stock of flesh felt foreign against my skin, and part of me wanted to wriggle out of his grasp. Nevertheless, I was intrigued by the way that even his unconscious body could be so attune to the possibility of sex. I was also a little worried about how Severus would feel if he woke up to realize that his body was betraying the desires he had been so carefully keeping in check. Finally, it was less my discomfort with him than my discomfort from my own bladder that made me try to slip out of his embrace.
Feeling my movement, he instinctively drew me closer. Then he came more fully to himself and loosened his grip, unwrapping his arm enough so that it drew across my stomach and rested lightly on my hip.
He had left me with a decision. He wasn’t restraining me, but he wasn’t releasing me either.
“Good morning, Severus,” I said, hoping to rouse him a little more.
“’Morning,” he murmured. His thumb was ever so slightly caressing the arch of my hip. The sensation sent a shiver through my middle and also reminded me of the fullness of my bladder.
“I suppose we should get up now. I have some more reading I’d like to do.”
His hand raised just enough to transfer it to my arm, which briefly felt his touch. He still seemed to be coming to terms with my nakedness too. Then, in an instant, he was out of bed. I caught a brief glimpse of that angular body before he donned a robe and marched out. Beyond the bedroom, I heard the click of the bathroom lock.
“Bastard!” my dismayed bladder cried.
It was almost reassuring to know that some things had not changed.
* * *
AN: Thanks for waiting for more. I seem to be having some very Severus moments by drawing things out here.
Thanks for all the reviews, everyone. Ele--I imagine Hermione didn't mention the particulars of Snape's privates in the last chapter because everything was hidden under the covers. I guess she found out a little more about them now.
I've gotten a few requests to have an update list. Unfortuantely, I can't seem to access everyone's emails. If you're interested in being on an update list, please email me at greatwhiteholda. (It's a hotmail.com address.)