A New Pair of Shoes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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6,084
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A New Pair of Shoes
Severus Snape was just dozing off in his staff meeting when Headmistress McGonagall stood, loudly scraping the floor with her heavy wooden chair. "Well, if no one else has anything, we can bring this meeting to a close."
Snape glared at the other staff members, fervently hoping that they would all be so kind as to shut up so that he could get back to his lab. Summer staff meetings were pointless, little more than an excuse to congregate and chatter. Some professors had research and real work to accomplish during their precious, dunderhead-free months of bliss.
"I have some laboratory committee issues to discuss, but only members need to stay." He cursed Hermione Granger silently. Of course the annoyingly cheerful twit would have "issues" to "discuss" with him, otherwise known as "inane garbage to blather on endlessly about."
He squeezed the bridge of his nose as the other staff members filed out of the room. He was the only one unlucky enough to have been wrangled onto the "committee" with Granger. Minerva had done so by appointing him to it while he was unconscious and recovering from Nagini's attack. He was quite disappointed to have survived upon receiving news of his new duty.
"Miss Granger, what could you possibly have to discuss that would be worthy of keeping me from using the laboratories that you are so eager to improve?"
She moved to a seat next to him and spread a large stack of documents onto the table. "Well, Severus," she began, either ignorant of or determined to ignore his obvious lack of interest. "We've got to get some of this equipment replaced before the students arrive. I mean really, we're so low on ingredients it's ghastly, and the shelving is so rickety I'm surprised it stays on the wall at all. And on that note..."
He settled in for the long haul. His gaze drifted over her shoulder first, then to the table, then to the floor. She was so absorbed that she didn't notice at all.
She did get his attention, however, when his eyes rested on her foot.
Hermione's legs were crossed, and one foot bobbed in the air while she spoke. Severus didn't make a practice of noting his colleague's wardrobes, but these shoes were definitely worthy of note. She wore black, patent leather pumps with four-inch heels that looked fit to stab. The opening of the shoe was wide and long, and the seam at the back was just visible—an achingly tight row of tiny black X-shaped stitches.
Severus's eyes widened slightly. He could see his own outline in the rounded toe of the bobbing shoe. Her voice faded further into the background as he stared, the rhythmic movement of her foot his only focus. Bop, bop, bop.
Her foot was angled so harshly by the tall heel of the divine shoes that her calf was stretched taut. His eyes jerked away from the shoe to travel up that heavenly muscle, resting at the hem of her skirt, where her knee was bent oh-so-delicately. A pale sliver of thigh was just visible underneath the hem, bouncing slightly with the movement of her foot. Oh good gods, he thought.
She was still running her fingers down lists and reading figures. She was turned toward the table, away from him, so that her shirt was twisted. His eyes followed the creased lines of her blouse to where it smoothed over her pert, plump breasts. How had he never noticed them before? Her neck was bare and fully exposed beneath the hair pinned to the back of her head. His eyes moved madly over her now, taking in every inch of this annoyingly chatty woman. If she would just keep those soft, pink lips closed, she might be the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen.
Hermione finally stopped and looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. "Severus? Are you alright?"
His eyes snapped from her shoe (oh, that blessed, bobbing shoe) to her questioning face. He cleared his throat. "Get on with it, witch. I haven't got all day." His voice was a bit gravelly, and he swallowed in an attempt to sound less like a rutting animal.
"Really Severus, I'd think you of all people would take an interest in this. You use the labs more than anyone. Doesn't the ramshackle state of them bother you?"
He stared at her. He could feel heat moving across his chest, up his neck, and over his jaw. He shifted uncomfortably, glad that his robes were voluminous enough to hide the growing evidence of what her patent leather magical mystery shoes were doing to him.
"Miss Granger. Miss, ah, Granger." He couldn't think of anything else to say. All of his usual smart retorts and snarky insults were dashed away, leaving a blithering fool behind. All he wanted to do was grab that luscious calf and bring it to his teeth, and perhaps run his fingers everywhere over her dainty, torturous, incredibly erotic, completely inappropriate feet.
She suddenly stood and turned to the table. "Fine then, I'll just prepare the list myself." She bent over the table slightly to gather her parchments, and the extra inches of thigh drove Severus over the edge of reason.
"I can't believe that you can't put aside your—" She stopped with an "Oh!" when he stood in an instant and leaned over her. He pressed his nose into the soft hairs at the base of her scalp and growled.
"Miss Granger, if you don't shut up about the gods damned laboratories I will bend you over this table without further ado!"
She froze, and he almost backed away after a breath when she suddenly rubbed her ankle along his own.
The next few moments were a blur of running his hands along her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling her rise to press against his body, and almost losing his mind when he heard her soft moan over the swish of scattering parchments.
"Witch," he muttered roughly into her ear, "those shoes should be illegal. Come to my quarters in five minutes." With one last grind against her, he turned and vanished from the staff room as quickly as though he'd apparated.
Hermione stared at the table for a moment, then began to gather her things. Damn, she smiled and thought to herself, Ginny was really right about these heels! She left the room and headed toward the dungeons, heat growing in her cheeks and between her thighs.
Just a little one-shot to start with. I definitely think Sev would be a leg man. ;) Thanks to Ms_Figg's "100 Ways to Kill a Weasley" collaborative for getting me interested in writing my own story. She is really my favorite author, so please give her a read!
Snape glared at the other staff members, fervently hoping that they would all be so kind as to shut up so that he could get back to his lab. Summer staff meetings were pointless, little more than an excuse to congregate and chatter. Some professors had research and real work to accomplish during their precious, dunderhead-free months of bliss.
"I have some laboratory committee issues to discuss, but only members need to stay." He cursed Hermione Granger silently. Of course the annoyingly cheerful twit would have "issues" to "discuss" with him, otherwise known as "inane garbage to blather on endlessly about."
He squeezed the bridge of his nose as the other staff members filed out of the room. He was the only one unlucky enough to have been wrangled onto the "committee" with Granger. Minerva had done so by appointing him to it while he was unconscious and recovering from Nagini's attack. He was quite disappointed to have survived upon receiving news of his new duty.
"Miss Granger, what could you possibly have to discuss that would be worthy of keeping me from using the laboratories that you are so eager to improve?"
She moved to a seat next to him and spread a large stack of documents onto the table. "Well, Severus," she began, either ignorant of or determined to ignore his obvious lack of interest. "We've got to get some of this equipment replaced before the students arrive. I mean really, we're so low on ingredients it's ghastly, and the shelving is so rickety I'm surprised it stays on the wall at all. And on that note..."
He settled in for the long haul. His gaze drifted over her shoulder first, then to the table, then to the floor. She was so absorbed that she didn't notice at all.
She did get his attention, however, when his eyes rested on her foot.
Hermione's legs were crossed, and one foot bobbed in the air while she spoke. Severus didn't make a practice of noting his colleague's wardrobes, but these shoes were definitely worthy of note. She wore black, patent leather pumps with four-inch heels that looked fit to stab. The opening of the shoe was wide and long, and the seam at the back was just visible—an achingly tight row of tiny black X-shaped stitches.
Severus's eyes widened slightly. He could see his own outline in the rounded toe of the bobbing shoe. Her voice faded further into the background as he stared, the rhythmic movement of her foot his only focus. Bop, bop, bop.
Her foot was angled so harshly by the tall heel of the divine shoes that her calf was stretched taut. His eyes jerked away from the shoe to travel up that heavenly muscle, resting at the hem of her skirt, where her knee was bent oh-so-delicately. A pale sliver of thigh was just visible underneath the hem, bouncing slightly with the movement of her foot. Oh good gods, he thought.
She was still running her fingers down lists and reading figures. She was turned toward the table, away from him, so that her shirt was twisted. His eyes followed the creased lines of her blouse to where it smoothed over her pert, plump breasts. How had he never noticed them before? Her neck was bare and fully exposed beneath the hair pinned to the back of her head. His eyes moved madly over her now, taking in every inch of this annoyingly chatty woman. If she would just keep those soft, pink lips closed, she might be the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen.
Hermione finally stopped and looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. "Severus? Are you alright?"
His eyes snapped from her shoe (oh, that blessed, bobbing shoe) to her questioning face. He cleared his throat. "Get on with it, witch. I haven't got all day." His voice was a bit gravelly, and he swallowed in an attempt to sound less like a rutting animal.
"Really Severus, I'd think you of all people would take an interest in this. You use the labs more than anyone. Doesn't the ramshackle state of them bother you?"
He stared at her. He could feel heat moving across his chest, up his neck, and over his jaw. He shifted uncomfortably, glad that his robes were voluminous enough to hide the growing evidence of what her patent leather magical mystery shoes were doing to him.
"Miss Granger. Miss, ah, Granger." He couldn't think of anything else to say. All of his usual smart retorts and snarky insults were dashed away, leaving a blithering fool behind. All he wanted to do was grab that luscious calf and bring it to his teeth, and perhaps run his fingers everywhere over her dainty, torturous, incredibly erotic, completely inappropriate feet.
She suddenly stood and turned to the table. "Fine then, I'll just prepare the list myself." She bent over the table slightly to gather her parchments, and the extra inches of thigh drove Severus over the edge of reason.
"I can't believe that you can't put aside your—" She stopped with an "Oh!" when he stood in an instant and leaned over her. He pressed his nose into the soft hairs at the base of her scalp and growled.
"Miss Granger, if you don't shut up about the gods damned laboratories I will bend you over this table without further ado!"
She froze, and he almost backed away after a breath when she suddenly rubbed her ankle along his own.
The next few moments were a blur of running his hands along her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, feeling her rise to press against his body, and almost losing his mind when he heard her soft moan over the swish of scattering parchments.
"Witch," he muttered roughly into her ear, "those shoes should be illegal. Come to my quarters in five minutes." With one last grind against her, he turned and vanished from the staff room as quickly as though he'd apparated.
Hermione stared at the table for a moment, then began to gather her things. Damn, she smiled and thought to herself, Ginny was really right about these heels! She left the room and headed toward the dungeons, heat growing in her cheeks and between her thighs.
Just a little one-shot to start with. I definitely think Sev would be a leg man. ;) Thanks to Ms_Figg's "100 Ways to Kill a Weasley" collaborative for getting me interested in writing my own story. She is really my favorite author, so please give her a read!