A Delicate Obsession
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Snape Goes Shopping
Chapter Seven – Snape Goes Shopping
It all belongs to Rowling – except what you don’t recognize.
A/N: OOTP spoiler. Not a major one, but one really should read OOTP, before reading this story.
Hermione was kissing Snape. It took only a moment for his arms to respond, placing themselves around her and drawing her in closer. His brain temporarily shut down. When it did click on again, it went something like this:
Thought # 1 – It’s been a long time.
Thought #2 – This is bloody marvelous.
Thought # 3 – She’s just grateful to talk to someone.
Thought #4 – This isn’t grati; pe; perhaps she just wants to know she’s still attractive?
At which point, his brain gave up all hope of making sense of any of it and his body took over again.
Hermione felt his arms tighten around her. She opened her lips, hoping he’d take the hint and deepen the kiss. He did. He thrust his tongue in and started to explore. One of his hands moved down to her bottom and pulled her tight against his arousal. Hermione groaned and his cock jumped against her stomach.
Hermione ground her hips against him. She hadn’t planned this, but her body wanted him – right now - and the rest of her was quite willing to go along! She imagined how good it would be if there was a room with a bed off of the parlor they could go to. She opened her eyes, just long enough to spot a new door to the room. It was ajar, revealing a large bed with a cozy quilt on it. It looked very inviting.
She broke off the kiss, took his hand and began to lead him to the bedroom. As she had suspected, this house was very accommodating, very accommodating indeed.
Snape sighed when the kiss was broken. Upon seeing the bedroom, his brain woke up and took over. There was an immediate red alert.
“No. Laura, this isn’t right,” said Snape with deep regret. (A certain part of his body was mutinous: ‘Right? Of course it’s bloody all right gov’nor, lady’s ready and willing and you’ve got a mattress to fuck her to’. Snape’s brain, however, was not to be questioned, second-guessed, or ignored. He was the captain of his and and the master of his domain. He would brook no dissension. Any hope of a mutiny by a certain member was quickly put down, well, only in a matter of speaking.)
“Laura, you need to sort things out with your boyfriend. And then we’ll… talk. From what I remember, this isn’t what you wanted from me.” His hands knotted themselves into fists. Gods, was he frustrated.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want you.” She looked at him with undisguised hunger.
Snape kissed her hand. “I’m honored. Regretfully, we’ll have to table this.” He turned around and left the room. He tried to exit as gracefully as one could with a raging hard-on, which quite refused to go down.
Hermione sat in the chair by the fire and mournfully ate a watercress sandwich.
&&&
On impulse, Snape walked into Gladrags Wizardwear. The gentleman at the counter wheezed a bit at seeing Snape and then chose to put his best face on it.
“Well, Professor Snape. Long time no see. And what could I do for you today?” He rubbed his hands nervously.
“I need to make a few purchases.”
“Very good, sir, well then?”
“Two new shirts, white linen, my usual.”
“Very good. What else sir?”
“Some underwear: both socks and pants.”
“Excellent. Might I point out that we have some really lovely new drawers, with snakes on them. They move about and glow in the dark.”
“No thank you. I prefer mine plain.”
“Well, now, not even the green and silver striped ones? We’ve got matching socks!”
Snape suddenly remembered why he preferred to do his clothes shopping at Diagon Alley. His eyes began to narrow.
“No, no and no,” he snapped. “Plain… black… silk… boxers.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
“You know we are having a special on these lovely grey ones today.” The gentleman held up a pair of grey Y fronts.
“I DO NOT WEAR GREY UNDERWEAR,” thundered Snape. After he pointed his wand and murmured a few words under his breath, he left quickly – just as the first green and purple boils sprouted on the clerk’s privates.
&&&
Hermione spotted Ginny over at the Quidditch pitch and went over to join her.
“Why aren’t you up there with Harry and Ron?” asked Hermione.
“Hmmm. I’m feeling a bit sore today.” Ginny smiled.
“Oh,” said Hermione sensing she had missed something. “I was wondering if we could talk.”
“Of course, whatever you’d like.” Ginny shielded her eyes and looked up at Ron. “Good one Ron, he didn’t get past you that time.”
“Well, it’s about Neville and me,” began Hermione.
“Oh, right. He told me all about it. Bloody bad luck that was. Interesting though, did you know they actually wrote up your case in Pesky’s Medical Journal?
Hermione shook her head, ‘no’.
“Well, it just goes to show you aren’t the only one who knows how to use the library.” Ginny giggled.
Hermione knew she was missing something. And what it was seemed to tickle her, just under her level of awareness. “So, he told you all about what happened?”
“Yes. He even cried a bit. It was very traumatic for both of you. It helped him a lot to get it out in the open. It’s not good to hold that sort of stuff in.”
“No, I suppose it isn’t. He’s all right then about it?” Hermione was feeling very strangely.
“Hmm. Yes. He’s even gotten over his fear of, well, you know.” She smirked.
The penny dropped. “Oh, quite, and that’s why you’re too sore to go up on a broomstick.”
Ginny gave Hermione a big hug. “Got it in one. I didn’t know how I was going to tell you. But you did say, after all, I could have him. Didn’t you?” Ginny looked slightly nervous.
“Well, yes. I’m not interested in him anymore.” Hermione felt a pang and worked hard to cover it with a smile. “After all, I have…” And then it hit her. She really didn’t have Snape. Even though they had kissed, didn’t he pretty much declare undying loathing for Hermione? “All I have is a lot of trouble on my hands. I’m not sure where to start.” She said quietly.
Ginny moved closer. “Not all s ans and ale then, love?”
“No, no, more like sour grapes. He really does hate us, Ginny. How did I fall in love with such a horrible person?”
“Surely, he has some good traits.”
“Yesssss, if he’s anything in bed like he is when he kisses, I’m going to give up being Hermione and spend the rest of my life as Laura.”
“He kissed you?”
“I kissed him. God, I threw myself at him.” She winced. “It was odd. It seemed like one minute I was furious at him, and the next, all I wanted was to be in his arms. I tried to leave before that, and then I knew I was in love, because I couldn’t just leave. He’s an ugly, nasty piece of work, but I couldn’t stand to be without him.” Hermione shivered.
“He didn’t cast a love spell or something on you?”
“Bloody Hell! I hope not,” Hermione shivered again. Exactly what was she getting herself into?
&&&
Snape sneezed. It was obvious that no house elf had bothered with his storage room in the y sin since he’d come to Hogwarts. Another spider web entangled itself in his hair and Snape muttered a curse. Several spiders decided that it was time to head home for a visit to Aragog.
It had to be somewhere. He’d do an Accio, but it was fragile after all these years. Finally, after moving a box of old textbooks, he found it. He bought it out to his workroom and took off the lid from its box. Inside the bowl, the silver memories swirled. He’d halfway hoped that mathe the memories would have been damaged, dried up and blown away. But they were still there. Waiting for him. Now the only question was what to do with them.
A/N: Again, a big thank you to all my reviewers: Karena Elizabeth, OzRatBag2, Jen, Tegan, Mary Sue, BakaChan, Yuri, Giova, Andrian, Kronae, Adora, Halo, Ezmerelda, Laerai, Red Writing Hood, and Selania. My daily updates will probably go back to 2-3 updates a week because my son is feeling much better now and will be taking me away from my writing.
It all belongs to Rowling – except what you don’t recognize.
A/N: OOTP spoiler. Not a major one, but one really should read OOTP, before reading this story.
Hermione was kissing Snape. It took only a moment for his arms to respond, placing themselves around her and drawing her in closer. His brain temporarily shut down. When it did click on again, it went something like this:
Thought # 1 – It’s been a long time.
Thought #2 – This is bloody marvelous.
Thought # 3 – She’s just grateful to talk to someone.
Thought #4 – This isn’t grati; pe; perhaps she just wants to know she’s still attractive?
At which point, his brain gave up all hope of making sense of any of it and his body took over again.
Hermione felt his arms tighten around her. She opened her lips, hoping he’d take the hint and deepen the kiss. He did. He thrust his tongue in and started to explore. One of his hands moved down to her bottom and pulled her tight against his arousal. Hermione groaned and his cock jumped against her stomach.
Hermione ground her hips against him. She hadn’t planned this, but her body wanted him – right now - and the rest of her was quite willing to go along! She imagined how good it would be if there was a room with a bed off of the parlor they could go to. She opened her eyes, just long enough to spot a new door to the room. It was ajar, revealing a large bed with a cozy quilt on it. It looked very inviting.
She broke off the kiss, took his hand and began to lead him to the bedroom. As she had suspected, this house was very accommodating, very accommodating indeed.
Snape sighed when the kiss was broken. Upon seeing the bedroom, his brain woke up and took over. There was an immediate red alert.
“No. Laura, this isn’t right,” said Snape with deep regret. (A certain part of his body was mutinous: ‘Right? Of course it’s bloody all right gov’nor, lady’s ready and willing and you’ve got a mattress to fuck her to’. Snape’s brain, however, was not to be questioned, second-guessed, or ignored. He was the captain of his and and the master of his domain. He would brook no dissension. Any hope of a mutiny by a certain member was quickly put down, well, only in a matter of speaking.)
“Laura, you need to sort things out with your boyfriend. And then we’ll… talk. From what I remember, this isn’t what you wanted from me.” His hands knotted themselves into fists. Gods, was he frustrated.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want you.” She looked at him with undisguised hunger.
Snape kissed her hand. “I’m honored. Regretfully, we’ll have to table this.” He turned around and left the room. He tried to exit as gracefully as one could with a raging hard-on, which quite refused to go down.
Hermione sat in the chair by the fire and mournfully ate a watercress sandwich.
&&&
On impulse, Snape walked into Gladrags Wizardwear. The gentleman at the counter wheezed a bit at seeing Snape and then chose to put his best face on it.
“Well, Professor Snape. Long time no see. And what could I do for you today?” He rubbed his hands nervously.
“I need to make a few purchases.”
“Very good, sir, well then?”
“Two new shirts, white linen, my usual.”
“Very good. What else sir?”
“Some underwear: both socks and pants.”
“Excellent. Might I point out that we have some really lovely new drawers, with snakes on them. They move about and glow in the dark.”
“No thank you. I prefer mine plain.”
“Well, now, not even the green and silver striped ones? We’ve got matching socks!”
Snape suddenly remembered why he preferred to do his clothes shopping at Diagon Alley. His eyes began to narrow.
“No, no and no,” he snapped. “Plain… black… silk… boxers.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
“You know we are having a special on these lovely grey ones today.” The gentleman held up a pair of grey Y fronts.
“I DO NOT WEAR GREY UNDERWEAR,” thundered Snape. After he pointed his wand and murmured a few words under his breath, he left quickly – just as the first green and purple boils sprouted on the clerk’s privates.
&&&
Hermione spotted Ginny over at the Quidditch pitch and went over to join her.
“Why aren’t you up there with Harry and Ron?” asked Hermione.
“Hmmm. I’m feeling a bit sore today.” Ginny smiled.
“Oh,” said Hermione sensing she had missed something. “I was wondering if we could talk.”
“Of course, whatever you’d like.” Ginny shielded her eyes and looked up at Ron. “Good one Ron, he didn’t get past you that time.”
“Well, it’s about Neville and me,” began Hermione.
“Oh, right. He told me all about it. Bloody bad luck that was. Interesting though, did you know they actually wrote up your case in Pesky’s Medical Journal?
Hermione shook her head, ‘no’.
“Well, it just goes to show you aren’t the only one who knows how to use the library.” Ginny giggled.
Hermione knew she was missing something. And what it was seemed to tickle her, just under her level of awareness. “So, he told you all about what happened?”
“Yes. He even cried a bit. It was very traumatic for both of you. It helped him a lot to get it out in the open. It’s not good to hold that sort of stuff in.”
“No, I suppose it isn’t. He’s all right then about it?” Hermione was feeling very strangely.
“Hmm. Yes. He’s even gotten over his fear of, well, you know.” She smirked.
The penny dropped. “Oh, quite, and that’s why you’re too sore to go up on a broomstick.”
Ginny gave Hermione a big hug. “Got it in one. I didn’t know how I was going to tell you. But you did say, after all, I could have him. Didn’t you?” Ginny looked slightly nervous.
“Well, yes. I’m not interested in him anymore.” Hermione felt a pang and worked hard to cover it with a smile. “After all, I have…” And then it hit her. She really didn’t have Snape. Even though they had kissed, didn’t he pretty much declare undying loathing for Hermione? “All I have is a lot of trouble on my hands. I’m not sure where to start.” She said quietly.
Ginny moved closer. “Not all s ans and ale then, love?”
“No, no, more like sour grapes. He really does hate us, Ginny. How did I fall in love with such a horrible person?”
“Surely, he has some good traits.”
“Yesssss, if he’s anything in bed like he is when he kisses, I’m going to give up being Hermione and spend the rest of my life as Laura.”
“He kissed you?”
“I kissed him. God, I threw myself at him.” She winced. “It was odd. It seemed like one minute I was furious at him, and the next, all I wanted was to be in his arms. I tried to leave before that, and then I knew I was in love, because I couldn’t just leave. He’s an ugly, nasty piece of work, but I couldn’t stand to be without him.” Hermione shivered.
“He didn’t cast a love spell or something on you?”
“Bloody Hell! I hope not,” Hermione shivered again. Exactly what was she getting herself into?
&&&
Snape sneezed. It was obvious that no house elf had bothered with his storage room in the y sin since he’d come to Hogwarts. Another spider web entangled itself in his hair and Snape muttered a curse. Several spiders decided that it was time to head home for a visit to Aragog.
It had to be somewhere. He’d do an Accio, but it was fragile after all these years. Finally, after moving a box of old textbooks, he found it. He bought it out to his workroom and took off the lid from its box. Inside the bowl, the silver memories swirled. He’d halfway hoped that mathe the memories would have been damaged, dried up and blown away. But they were still there. Waiting for him. Now the only question was what to do with them.
A/N: Again, a big thank you to all my reviewers: Karena Elizabeth, OzRatBag2, Jen, Tegan, Mary Sue, BakaChan, Yuri, Giova, Andrian, Kronae, Adora, Halo, Ezmerelda, Laerai, Red Writing Hood, and Selania. My daily updates will probably go back to 2-3 updates a week because my son is feeling much better now and will be taking me away from my writing.