Celebration

Disclaimer: You\'d have to be a cretin to imagine that these characters were mine or that I was making any money from them. Disclaimers are a waste of time and have no effect in law. The original bits are mine, and are protected by UK law whether I assert copyright or not.

Hermione was a little drunk, and she was really rather giving her brain the evening off. If she hadn’t been a little drunk she would never have agreed to play spin the bottle. And now she was stuck playing spin the bottle because she didn’t think she would be able to get up off the floor. For once though, she was determined to enjoy herself. Voldemort was dead, and the survivors were now celebrating at Grimmauld Place. Hermione didn’t feel too guilty about her bad behaviour, as even Minerva was a little tipsy and technically she stopped being a Hogwarts student at midnight.

She had kissed Ron, Harry and Dean Thomas so far. Ron had tried to stick his tongue down her throat, which hadn’t been very pleasant. Now it was her turn again. She just hoped the bottle didn’t stop on Ron.

Unfortunately it stopped precisely half way between Ron and Harry.

“It’s closer to me than Harry,” said Ron, reaching across the circle to Hermione.

“Actually,” said Lavender, “It’s pointing towards Professor Snape. Go on, I dare you!” Her friends all began to egg her on, apart from Draco who commented that she wouldn’t have the nerve.

“All right then, I will.” Hermione got to her feet and, very carefully, walked over to where Professor Snape was standing talking to Minerva and tugged at his sleeve.

“What do you want, Miss Granger?” he snapped.

“I want to kiss you,” she said, hoping she wasn’t slurring too much.

She had the immense pleasure of rendering Snape speechless.

Minerva took in the scene behind her with one glance, and smiled broadly. “Now, now, Severus. Be a good sport and kiss Miss Granger. The bottle landed on you fair and square.”

Snape still hadn’t found the power of speech when Draco called out, “and no tongues, Professor.”

Hermione was puzzled. She turned round to peer at her friends. “No, that’s not right, because Ron used tongues.” She turned back to face Snape. “Tongues ARE allowed,” she said firmly.

She didn’t like the gleam in Snape’s eyes, but it was too late to back out now. “Well, in that case,” he murmured, and put his hands on her shoulders to pull her closer to him. Her friends were all sniggering in the background as he bent his head to kiss her.

Hermione could feel the warmth of him, and the surprising strength in his fingers which grasped her. His lips touched hers gently, retreated slightly, and then settled against her mouth. For a moment she felt nothing more than the mechanics of the kiss. Then she was surprised to find her nerves thrumming with some strong emotion. By rights she should be feeling disgust, as she had done when Ron had assaulted her mouth. She couldn’t identify the sensation, it was nothing she had felt before, and being the curious girl that she was she decided to collect more data.

She moved subtly closer to the Professor, and slightly opened her mouth beneath his. His hand shifted from her shoulder, to tangle with her hair at the base of her neck. His long fingers moved in delicate circles on her neck, which caused shivers to run down her spine.

He persisted in a simple kiss. She had the vague idea that tongues were not only allowed but compulsory – so if he wasn’t going to take the hint, she would have to take matters into her own hands. His mouth opened beneath her tentative probing, and she traced the outline of his lips before teasing the roof of his mouth.

She moved closer still and could feel something hard pressing into her. It was his … she couldn’t thif thf the right word to describe it. It wasn’t a willy. Ron had a willy. Harry had a willy. They were boys. Professor Snape was very obviously a man. He didn’t have a willy, he had a … a…. cock.

She gave a little whimper. Abruptly she was free.

“I apologise Miss Granger,” he said stiffly, turned on his heel and swept out of the room.

Hermione stood staring after him in shock. What was that all about?

She had to find out. Telling her friends she was off to get another drink – to wash the taste of Snape out of her mouth according to Ron – she followed the Professor into the next room.

He was standing in the middle of the room with his back to her and was staring at the fire. She rather thought his face would have the same expression it had just before he deducted points or gave detention. The fire was probably quaking in its grate.

“What are you apologising for?” she asked him.

He turned and looked at her with annoyance, not believing that she could be that stupid. “For the kiss, Miss Granger,” he said impatiently.

“Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.”

“Well you don’t have to worry, I thought it was a very nice kiss.”

“You did?….. I mean, that isn’t the point, I shouldn’t have kissed you at all.”

“But you didn’t kiss me, I kissed you,” she said very carefully. He didn’t seem to be making any sense.

“Very well, I shouldn’t have allowed you to kiss me,” he snapped. “You are a student, and it was utterly inappropriate.”

“What time is it?”

“Half past midnight,” he said, getting increasingly bewildered.

“I stopped being your student at midnight. So, we have established that you don’t have to apologise for your technique, you don’t have to apologise for kissing me, and you don’t have to apologise for letting me kiss you. She paused. “Do you want to know what I think you should be apologising for?” As she spoke, she drew ever closer to Severus until the backs of his knees hit an armchair. He looked wary, and she was amused by the thought that she had managed to worry him.

“What?”

“Stopping.”

“I’m sorry?” he said, astonished.

“Apology accepted. Don’t do it again.” Before he could explain that that wasn’t what he meant at all Miss Granger, she had pushed him sharply. Off balance he fell backwards into the chair and Hermione followed him down. She stifled any protests by kissing him, and any resistance was quickly overcome.


Smut (possibly) in the next chapter.