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Chapter 8: Merry Christmas To All
Chapter 8: Merry Christmas To All
Hermione woke beneath unfamiliar sheets in an unfamiliar room. She sat up and found herself wrapped in green satin. She stared around the walls, lined with books stacked to the ceiling and the throbbing headache full of memories hit her hard.
She searched with her eyes for a bathroom. She chose one of the many doors and rushed, wrapped in the sheets toward it. She was correct in her assumption after walking in to the rather self indulgent shower.
After going to the loo she decided to brave looking at herself in the mirror.
“Sweet Merlin” she murmured looking at the mess she was, her hair was a snarled rats next, her eyes resembled a racoon and her neck was flushed with bites and hickeys.
She dealt with the makeup and hair, making herself look relatively presentable, before braving walking back in to the bedroom.
He was still fast asleep, sprawled across the bed, the blankets only half covering his naked form, his chest covered in similar bites and hickeys to her own.
She now found herself in a dilemma; she had never been in this situation before. Sure she had engaged in the occasional drunken fling, but never at their house, always at hers, and now here she was stuck in a mans, her boss no less, rooms. She bit her lip as she stared at his naked form, her head pounding as she forced herself to remember the night before.
The kiss was what was most vivid. The way his lips were soft and warm. The way his hand held her head, the way his body continued to move with the music as they swayed back and forth. She giggled when he released her, burying her head in his chest in a drunken display of embarrassment.
Hermione forced herself back in to the reality of the situation and decided to slip out as quietly as possible. She found as many articles of clothing as she could and dressed herself as best she could. She looked an absolute mess.
She searched his quarters for a fireplace to floo from, but found he had no floo enabled fireplace. She cursed him, glaring at the man lying on the bed before shaking her head and checking the time.
“Merlins Balls” she whispered to herself, it was 10 in the morning, there would be students…she couldn’t leave like this and head for her own rooms.
“Fuck” she said finally allowing frustration to take over her.
“We did” came the groggy reply from the naked form on the bed.
She squeaked in fear as Severus came to, pulling the blankets properly over himself.
“If you want to go, take a shower, take one of my shirts and transfigure it into something presentable, are you a witch or not” he said to her, his usually domineering voice muffled by sleep and the pillow his face was buried in.
“Thank you, hangover potion?” she asked, relieved
“Medicine cabinet, bathroom, biggest bottle there” he replied, before rolling over and ending their conversation.
She walked in to his bathroom and revelled in the idea of a shower. She climbed under the water, the pulses on her skin washing away the sweat and grime accumulated. She took a deep breath and leaned up against the wall finally allowing the nights events to wash over her.
After the first kiss they danced for the rest of the song, stealing short kisses from the others lips, before the song ended and he grabbed her hand and said “My place, not yours.”
She followed him willingly, her body taking over her mind. He pushed her into many alcoves and claimed her mouth, his fingers wrapping themselves around her ribs pulling her delicate frame into his. They laughed and stumbled before finally arriving to his quarters.
She pushed him onto the bed. She remembered breaking the buttons on his shirt as she tore it off him. She kissed and nibbled on every inch of his exposed skin as she straddled his hips and pulled herself closer to him.
He stripped her on his lap, her skin a mixture of milk and honey as he bit down on the join between her neck and shoulder. She cried his name then, the first of many times, as he flipped her over and pressed his weight onto her.
His socks and shoes were discarded as were her ridiculous heels, and soon they were both naked and fighting for control. They turned over and over on the bed before finally he pinned her and smiled.
“My Place. Not Yours” he said the glint in his eye menacing as he squeezed the wrist he had pinned to the bed.
She grabbed the sheets and cried out again as he entered her.
He dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed it tenderly, the act so out of place for the night of dominance and control.
The rolled together as one, stretching muscles they didn’t know they had laughing and moaning as they fused themselves together.
She arched herself into him, craving more as she cried his name, their fingers interlaced as they came together, in a tumbling wave, collapsing from exhaustion into sleep.
And that was how she woke. Entwined with him, forever sharing a bond with him. In an unfamiliar room.
She left the shower feeling clean and smelling like him.
She drank some of the hangover potion and felt instantly better. She walked into his room barefoot across the lush carpet and grabbed a button shirt from the top drawer. She transfigured it into a presentable dress, before biting her lip and staring at him, wondering how to leave it.
She tiptoed to the bed and brushed his hair from his eyes. She placed her lips on his cheek, innocently, as though the night’s events had never happened.
“Merry Christmas Severus”
She tiptoed out of his quarters, trying not to wake him.
Severus woke around midday, opening the round of presents on the foot of his bed in the nude, revelling in the glorious day of doing nothing.
He showered and stared at his wet form in the mirror. He was covered in bite marks. The little minx had marked him.
He remembered the events of Christmas Eve with a nostalgic smile, knowing somehow that it was unlike any sex he had ever experienced.
The way her eyes caught his as he drove into her, the way she whispered ‘Please’ as they joined hip to hip.
Her skin flushed a rosy pink when she had an orgasm. Her skin tasted like honey. Her hair smelt like apples.
He made this mental list of things he remembered about their night together. The way her curls wrapped around his fingers, the way she felt so delicate, but proved herself to be so strong.
Severus climbed back into his bed, smelling her on his linens he read for the rest of the day, his body relaxed and his mind stimulated, he spent his happiest Christmas in his rooms surrounded by the smell of apple shampoo.
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A/N: I would love it if you left me a review for Christmas :)
Hermione woke beneath unfamiliar sheets in an unfamiliar room. She sat up and found herself wrapped in green satin. She stared around the walls, lined with books stacked to the ceiling and the throbbing headache full of memories hit her hard.
She searched with her eyes for a bathroom. She chose one of the many doors and rushed, wrapped in the sheets toward it. She was correct in her assumption after walking in to the rather self indulgent shower.
After going to the loo she decided to brave looking at herself in the mirror.
“Sweet Merlin” she murmured looking at the mess she was, her hair was a snarled rats next, her eyes resembled a racoon and her neck was flushed with bites and hickeys.
She dealt with the makeup and hair, making herself look relatively presentable, before braving walking back in to the bedroom.
He was still fast asleep, sprawled across the bed, the blankets only half covering his naked form, his chest covered in similar bites and hickeys to her own.
She now found herself in a dilemma; she had never been in this situation before. Sure she had engaged in the occasional drunken fling, but never at their house, always at hers, and now here she was stuck in a mans, her boss no less, rooms. She bit her lip as she stared at his naked form, her head pounding as she forced herself to remember the night before.
The kiss was what was most vivid. The way his lips were soft and warm. The way his hand held her head, the way his body continued to move with the music as they swayed back and forth. She giggled when he released her, burying her head in his chest in a drunken display of embarrassment.
Hermione forced herself back in to the reality of the situation and decided to slip out as quietly as possible. She found as many articles of clothing as she could and dressed herself as best she could. She looked an absolute mess.
She searched his quarters for a fireplace to floo from, but found he had no floo enabled fireplace. She cursed him, glaring at the man lying on the bed before shaking her head and checking the time.
“Merlins Balls” she whispered to herself, it was 10 in the morning, there would be students…she couldn’t leave like this and head for her own rooms.
“Fuck” she said finally allowing frustration to take over her.
“We did” came the groggy reply from the naked form on the bed.
She squeaked in fear as Severus came to, pulling the blankets properly over himself.
“If you want to go, take a shower, take one of my shirts and transfigure it into something presentable, are you a witch or not” he said to her, his usually domineering voice muffled by sleep and the pillow his face was buried in.
“Thank you, hangover potion?” she asked, relieved
“Medicine cabinet, bathroom, biggest bottle there” he replied, before rolling over and ending their conversation.
She walked in to his bathroom and revelled in the idea of a shower. She climbed under the water, the pulses on her skin washing away the sweat and grime accumulated. She took a deep breath and leaned up against the wall finally allowing the nights events to wash over her.
After the first kiss they danced for the rest of the song, stealing short kisses from the others lips, before the song ended and he grabbed her hand and said “My place, not yours.”
She followed him willingly, her body taking over her mind. He pushed her into many alcoves and claimed her mouth, his fingers wrapping themselves around her ribs pulling her delicate frame into his. They laughed and stumbled before finally arriving to his quarters.
She pushed him onto the bed. She remembered breaking the buttons on his shirt as she tore it off him. She kissed and nibbled on every inch of his exposed skin as she straddled his hips and pulled herself closer to him.
He stripped her on his lap, her skin a mixture of milk and honey as he bit down on the join between her neck and shoulder. She cried his name then, the first of many times, as he flipped her over and pressed his weight onto her.
His socks and shoes were discarded as were her ridiculous heels, and soon they were both naked and fighting for control. They turned over and over on the bed before finally he pinned her and smiled.
“My Place. Not Yours” he said the glint in his eye menacing as he squeezed the wrist he had pinned to the bed.
She grabbed the sheets and cried out again as he entered her.
He dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed it tenderly, the act so out of place for the night of dominance and control.
The rolled together as one, stretching muscles they didn’t know they had laughing and moaning as they fused themselves together.
She arched herself into him, craving more as she cried his name, their fingers interlaced as they came together, in a tumbling wave, collapsing from exhaustion into sleep.
And that was how she woke. Entwined with him, forever sharing a bond with him. In an unfamiliar room.
She left the shower feeling clean and smelling like him.
She drank some of the hangover potion and felt instantly better. She walked into his room barefoot across the lush carpet and grabbed a button shirt from the top drawer. She transfigured it into a presentable dress, before biting her lip and staring at him, wondering how to leave it.
She tiptoed to the bed and brushed his hair from his eyes. She placed her lips on his cheek, innocently, as though the night’s events had never happened.
“Merry Christmas Severus”
She tiptoed out of his quarters, trying not to wake him.
Severus woke around midday, opening the round of presents on the foot of his bed in the nude, revelling in the glorious day of doing nothing.
He showered and stared at his wet form in the mirror. He was covered in bite marks. The little minx had marked him.
He remembered the events of Christmas Eve with a nostalgic smile, knowing somehow that it was unlike any sex he had ever experienced.
The way her eyes caught his as he drove into her, the way she whispered ‘Please’ as they joined hip to hip.
Her skin flushed a rosy pink when she had an orgasm. Her skin tasted like honey. Her hair smelt like apples.
He made this mental list of things he remembered about their night together. The way her curls wrapped around his fingers, the way she felt so delicate, but proved herself to be so strong.
Severus climbed back into his bed, smelling her on his linens he read for the rest of the day, his body relaxed and his mind stimulated, he spent his happiest Christmas in his rooms surrounded by the smell of apple shampoo.
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A/N: I would love it if you left me a review for Christmas :)