Blame it on the Hormones
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,364
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A day in the life of dull
Title: Blame it on the Hormones.
Author: inau_Eclipse
Rating: NC-17 (rated for later chapters)
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Feedback: Most definitely wanted!
Authors Notes: This is my first fic on this site let alone this fandom, so please bear with me as this idea has been swirling in an out of my head for quite some time now!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own anything, unfortunately. Everything belongs to the wonderfully talented J. K. Rowling. The Characters are hers, the settings are hers, and everything else is hers save for the idea behind THIS story. The idea for this story is mine and mine alone. But yes, everything else is hers...and rightfully so!
And now on with the FIC!
Default Chapter
A day in the life of dull
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Hermione glanced at her black and red wristwatch, noting the late hour that she had slept until. She grimaced as she realized what day it was, and the importance of such day. Not that she cared, she had studied like the \"know-it-all\" they called her. School this year would be a breeze, even with the added weight of her new head girl duties. At least she would get a private room this year; the girls in the Gryffindor dorm rooms had always been up late talking about the latest gossip, flings and whatnot. It had always put Hermione off, not only could she not get any sleep due to their incessant chatter and pin headed attitudes. Just because they were moving up into seventh year, the last and final year of Hogwarts, didn\'t exactly mean that they were ready for the real world, be it magical or otherwise.
She looked up at her ceiling and sighed, letting it be known to know one in particular that she really wasn\'t in the mood for much of anything. She pushed back her covers and swung her slim legs; too slim she most often thought; over the edge of her bed and let her feet dangle for a moment or two before standing up and making her way to her wardrobe. The rug beneath her feet was soft and thick, almost too thick she thought as she mistakenly stepped on Crookshank\'s tail to be rewarded with an ear splitting shriek and a supposedly deadly hiss from the aggravated cat. She looked down at the cat with a less than pleased look on her face, and then continued walking not caring at all.
Hermione Granger was less than perfect, and she wanted the whole world to know it.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
\"Good morning Hermione, how was your sleep?\" Her mother always seemed so damn perky lately, \"All of you clothes are packed right?\"
\"Yes mother, when are they not?\" Hermione retorted. Who knew what her mother really thought behind that less than dazed look upon her face. She may have been a dentist, but then again she didn\'t know how to deal with PMS from her daughter, considering that it had never even reared its ugly head in the past six years. Hermione slumped into the chair at the oak kitchen table to smell the salty aroma of back bacon, and the egg-y goodness of the freshly made omelette.
\"Is there any coffee made yet?\" Hermione asked, she was in dire need of a pick me up. That or a sledgehammer, which ever was offered first. \"And it better not be decaf!\"
Her mom chuckled and poured her a cup from the well-used carafe then handed it to her daughter. At least she was drinking it fresh instead of the sludge that she would let sit and roast for hours on end. Hermione had been acting so strangely lately especially since last year, but she had still maintained a steady communication with her friends Harry and Ron so everything must have been all right... shouldn\'t it?
She watched as her daughter inhaled her breakfast downing her coffee so quick that she was surprised that she hadn\'t burned her tongue or throat. She always seemed in a hurry these days, rushing everywhere as she was doing now. She had noted it all in the little file folder of her brain, and just attributed it to the upcoming year and the end of year N.E.W.T.\'s. She grabbed her daughter\'s dirty plate and placed it in the sink to soak while she helped her daughter get ready for the next year at school.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
Hermione grabbed the soap and scrubbed hard at her skin, wishing that she could do the same to her unruly imagination. She had dreamed about him again, dreamed of what he could do to her, all of her. She had woken up wet and tense as a bow, her insides screaming for release. Her skin had felt alive, and yet, how would she get to him? Her fingers slid lower as she thought of all the ways she could entertain him, and bring him out of his shell and into her arms. Her head tilted back and her moans were lost to the sound of the shower jets.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
A/N:
So how am I doing? Will be adding the next installment soon, just needed to get this up nice and quick before the idea left me completely!
Note to all Beta Readers, any help or tips would be greatly appreciated and thank you in advance for any and all help!
Reviews are good, but please leave some constructive criticism, as I can then make this story better for all!
Author: inau_Eclipse
Rating: NC-17 (rated for later chapters)
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Feedback: Most definitely wanted!
Authors Notes: This is my first fic on this site let alone this fandom, so please bear with me as this idea has been swirling in an out of my head for quite some time now!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own anything, unfortunately. Everything belongs to the wonderfully talented J. K. Rowling. The Characters are hers, the settings are hers, and everything else is hers save for the idea behind THIS story. The idea for this story is mine and mine alone. But yes, everything else is hers...and rightfully so!
And now on with the FIC!
Default Chapter
A day in the life of dull
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
Hermione glanced at her black and red wristwatch, noting the late hour that she had slept until. She grimaced as she realized what day it was, and the importance of such day. Not that she cared, she had studied like the \"know-it-all\" they called her. School this year would be a breeze, even with the added weight of her new head girl duties. At least she would get a private room this year; the girls in the Gryffindor dorm rooms had always been up late talking about the latest gossip, flings and whatnot. It had always put Hermione off, not only could she not get any sleep due to their incessant chatter and pin headed attitudes. Just because they were moving up into seventh year, the last and final year of Hogwarts, didn\'t exactly mean that they were ready for the real world, be it magical or otherwise.
She looked up at her ceiling and sighed, letting it be known to know one in particular that she really wasn\'t in the mood for much of anything. She pushed back her covers and swung her slim legs; too slim she most often thought; over the edge of her bed and let her feet dangle for a moment or two before standing up and making her way to her wardrobe. The rug beneath her feet was soft and thick, almost too thick she thought as she mistakenly stepped on Crookshank\'s tail to be rewarded with an ear splitting shriek and a supposedly deadly hiss from the aggravated cat. She looked down at the cat with a less than pleased look on her face, and then continued walking not caring at all.
Hermione Granger was less than perfect, and she wanted the whole world to know it.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
\"Good morning Hermione, how was your sleep?\" Her mother always seemed so damn perky lately, \"All of you clothes are packed right?\"
\"Yes mother, when are they not?\" Hermione retorted. Who knew what her mother really thought behind that less than dazed look upon her face. She may have been a dentist, but then again she didn\'t know how to deal with PMS from her daughter, considering that it had never even reared its ugly head in the past six years. Hermione slumped into the chair at the oak kitchen table to smell the salty aroma of back bacon, and the egg-y goodness of the freshly made omelette.
\"Is there any coffee made yet?\" Hermione asked, she was in dire need of a pick me up. That or a sledgehammer, which ever was offered first. \"And it better not be decaf!\"
Her mom chuckled and poured her a cup from the well-used carafe then handed it to her daughter. At least she was drinking it fresh instead of the sludge that she would let sit and roast for hours on end. Hermione had been acting so strangely lately especially since last year, but she had still maintained a steady communication with her friends Harry and Ron so everything must have been all right... shouldn\'t it?
She watched as her daughter inhaled her breakfast downing her coffee so quick that she was surprised that she hadn\'t burned her tongue or throat. She always seemed in a hurry these days, rushing everywhere as she was doing now. She had noted it all in the little file folder of her brain, and just attributed it to the upcoming year and the end of year N.E.W.T.\'s. She grabbed her daughter\'s dirty plate and placed it in the sink to soak while she helped her daughter get ready for the next year at school.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
Hermione grabbed the soap and scrubbed hard at her skin, wishing that she could do the same to her unruly imagination. She had dreamed about him again, dreamed of what he could do to her, all of her. She had woken up wet and tense as a bow, her insides screaming for release. Her skin had felt alive, and yet, how would she get to him? Her fingers slid lower as she thought of all the ways she could entertain him, and bring him out of his shell and into her arms. Her head tilted back and her moans were lost to the sound of the shower jets.
ooooOOOooooOOOoooo
A/N:
So how am I doing? Will be adding the next installment soon, just needed to get this up nice and quick before the idea left me completely!
Note to all Beta Readers, any help or tips would be greatly appreciated and thank you in advance for any and all help!
Reviews are good, but please leave some constructive criticism, as I can then make this story better for all!