Giving and Taking

The next morning, Hermione woke up in semidarkness with a splitting headache. She opened her eyes a cautious crack, felt a wave of pain, and shut them instantly. Gingerly, Hermione tried to get out of bed but found herself stuck in place. She opened her eyes to look down and saw a long arm tightly wrapped across her chest. Flashes of last night’s escapades began to reply in Hermione’s head, and as she looked down again she realized she was still naked with Snape’s also naked body pressed firmly into hers. There was something very comfortable in this embrace and Hermione had to silently admit that this was the most relaxed she had felt in a very long time. Still, her headache was pounding, and with a start she realized she had absolutely no idea what time it was. Rational Hermione finally woke up, and she tried to slide out of the fix she was in. A very sleepy Snape tightened his grip and muttered something incoherent into her hair. Hermione squirmed a bit more vigorously and eventually got out. The room was still a little dark, and Hermione began to look for her dress. She was bending over to look under the bed when Snape fully woke up. He propped his head up on his arm and said silkily,



“Nice view, Miss Granger”



Hermione snapped up suddenly and tried to cover her body with her arms, but Snape just laughed. “In all seriousness, you’re acting like I’ve never seen you naked. If you want to be modest, your dress isn’t going to help anyways”.



Hermione just scowled, and finding her dress in a pile near a nightstand table, began to tug it on. It was hard without Ginny there to help her, but Hermione refused to ask Snape for one iota of help. Snape watched her with amusement. She was so determined in this futile mission that he found her surprisingly adorable. Her bedhead hair and faded makeup just made it even more humorous. Giving up, Hermione just left her short dress unzipped and then began to put on those ridiculously high heels. After putting one on, she stood up on one leg and tried the other. Unfortunately, she lost her balance and toppled over, ripping part of her dress in the fall. Snape burst out laughing; a rich deep sound and Hermione looked up at him with another scowl. He began to laugh even harder at this site: a raccoon eyed girl with big hair and a torn dress just sitting in a heap on the hard wood floor. Hermione caught his gaze and suddenly joined him in laughing too. They laughed for a bit, and then Snape got out of bed to help her out. He grabbed her arms and hoisted her up into standing position. A still unsteady Hermione tottered again, and fell into his arms. It was a terribly cliché moment. They were silent for a moment until Hermione said softly, “I’m such a mess”. And without any real warning, Snape’s sincere side decided to come out. Sort of. He gruffly replied:



“It’s okay, I’m used to cleaning up your messes”. Steadying Hermione on her feet, he reached for her hand and led her to a door on the far side of the room. Hermione was quiet, she had absolutely no idea what he was going to do. Part of her just wanted to run out, but a larger portion was extremely curious. Her curiosity was satisfied when he opened the door to his bathroom.



“Come on, Hermione. I’m going to clean you up” Gently, he pulled down the torn dress. For some inexplicable reason, Hermione no longer found herself nervous. Her headache was beginning to melt away. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her body. Being naked around him, and him around her no longer bothered her. Turning around and standing on her toes, Hermione surprised both of them by giving Snape a light peck on the lips. Snape shrugged and awkwardly moved around her to the small shower. Hermione stated,



“Wow, even as a head girl, our bathrooms are nicer than yours. I’m surprised they don’t have better accommodations for professors”



Giving her one of his rare, sincere smiles, he turned on the water to the shower. After a moment, he felt the temperature and motioned for her to go in. Hermione stepped in gingerly, and upon finding it to be at a wonderful temperature, dipped her head back and sighed. Only a second later did she open her eyes to find Snape with his hand on the door handle. Puzzled, she asked,



“You’re not going to stay, are you?” Snape was about to reply, but she cut him off. “I mean, whatever, thanks for letting me use your shower and all”. Snape replied softly, “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay”. Even softer, she said, “That’d be nice”.



Snape walked into the shower, which became a bit cramped. Hermione had tried to make space for him behind her, but it was still crowded. They both laughed nervously. “Probably not one of my better ideas” Hermione said slowly.



“Actually, it is not so bad” Snape stated simply. He put his hands on her wet waist and began to slowly move them up her slippery, hot body. Hermione shivered, despite the steaminess of the shower. Snape reached over her to grab a soap and sponge, and in doing so pressed his hard body even harder into hers. The smallness of the shower was absurd. Snape began to lather the sponge with soup. Hermione sighed again as he began at her neck with the sponge. He went down her back, sending tingles up her spine as he slowly washed her. The tantalizing circular motions were intoxicating. He just lightly grazed her buttocks before whispering in her ear to turn around.



Turning around so she was facing him, Hermione closed her eyes and tilted her head back to feel the warm flow of water in her hair. Snape again was attentive to every part of her body. He slid the sponge down from her neck and began to work on her shoulders. Gracefully, he moved down from there onto her chest. Hermione began to breathe harder, as another part of her just became hot and wet. Snape washed her chest leisurely, enjoying the sight of her dusky nipples hardening under the dancing shower of water. Reluctantly, Snape sidled down to her flat stomach and down her thighs. Hermione could barely stand at this point. The water, the strong smell of the fresh soap and the feel of a strong hand on her had a powerful effect. Noticing this, Snape quietly dropped the sponge below her and slid his hands up her legs on the way up. Hermione’s legs buckled and Snape furtively stuck two fingers within her. Hermione began to pant as she felt his large fingers tease their way into her. They moved unhurriedly at first, his thumb tracing lacy circles upon her clit. Throwing her arms around him and fully embracing the spray of the shower, Snape began to pick up the pace. Rapidly, he added another finger and relished the wetness all around him. He felt her growing weak and placed his free arm around her back. The heat from the water intensified their passion and Hermione felt as though she was burning up. At this point, she was begging for release. She pleaded unintelligibly into his chest, and felt her lips just slide against his wet skin. Snape gave her a particularly deep thrust, and she came violently. Her legs collapsed beneath her and she fell onto the tiled floor of the shower.



Shaking his head, Snape leaned over to pull her back upright. At her level, Hermione could see that Snape had an erection, but when she reached for it, he pushed her away.



“Come on Miss Gragner, the purpose of the shower was to get you clean, not dirty again” Snape said with a small sneer. Embarassed, Hermione stood up and rinsed the last traces of soap from her body. Snape again reached across her to turn off the water and pressed his hardness into her. Knowing she could do nothing about it, she just rolled her eyes. Snape shut off the water and reached for the towels. As he wrapped a soft towel across her, they both just stood, staring at each other for a couple of seconds. Snape saw the sparkle of excitement in her eyes, with a glint of mischief. Hermione was more troubled at what she saw. His eyes seemed to melt before her. From the usual cold, sardonic stare the she was used to came an expression filled with longing. Kindness flashed within them, and she could have sworn that she saw the unfamiliar spark of compassion. Frightened, she looked away.