Dream A Little Dream Of Me

A/N: Ok, so I know I have other stories that need updating, but this plot bunny held me hostage. And after going into my own series of flat-lining when I thought we’d lost McDreamy, dear God! Anyhow, this should just be a short little bit piece of Hermione and Severus, as they are. Not exactly a crossover because the character that gets brought in for her birthday… (next chapter) isn’t exactly… well, looks can be deceiving. Enjoy!

Beep. Beep. The monitor flat-lined. “No!” Meredith shouted. “Derek! No!” Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears as McSteamy removed McDreamy’s resuscitation bag and Bailey called time of death. She sniffled, wiping her nose with a tissue. The screen blipped black.

“Hey! I was watching that!” Hermione protested, sticking the spoon back into the container of Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra. It toppled over, the spoon clattering to the floor, as there was no more ice cream in the plastic pint to hold the utensil’s weight.

“That’s the fourth time tonight, Hermione. I love you dearly, but there’s only so much McDeath a man can handle.” Severus said. He placed the remote control onto the coffee table and placed a kiss on top of her head. He had not been keen on allowing a muggle television into their den, but she’d insisted it was for a one hour show that only aired once a week. That was before the curse of TiVo and two-hour season premiers.

“I’m sorry, Severus, but it’s been four months.” She rose up from their couch, stretching her arms above her head. He had already begun to retreat out of the den and she followed him up the stairs.

“Yes, but how many times does one need to know that Seattle Grace fell to 12th? Or that Lexi loves George, which we all knew midway through last season, mind you, and that Sloan is blackmailing her over it?”

Hermione snorted. It had been somewhere between the Meredith narrowly surviving the bomb explosion and Izzy cutting Denny’s L-Vat wire that her husband had also taken an interest in the primetime muggle medical drama. She was half convinced that he was just as involved with the relationships of the Doctors at Seattle Grace as she was, if not more.

“I’m taking a bath.” He muttered. Letting the large tub with fill steaming hot water, Severus slowly disrobed and slid in.

“I’ll join you,” she said and shimmied out of her nightgown. She slowly put one leg into the tub. “Hot,” she sighed, sinking back into his arms. “McDreamy hot.”

Severus rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms over her stomach as she laid her head back against his chest. “Don’t you mean McSteamy hot?” he teased. She had been shocked to learn that her husband favored Sloan as the more attractive of the two doctors. This came in a heated argument after the episode of McSteamy’s arrival, Severus citing that he thought out highly unfair that Derek was able to get away with punching Mark. However, he’d quickly shut up on the matter when Hermione had asked what he would have done to Ron Weasley had he caught him in bed with his wife.

She had always found Shepherd to be the hotter one and was unable to look beyond the extreme arrogance of McSteamy, despite his attempt to turn over a new leaf in the middle of season four. “Mmm,” she muttered closing her eyes.

“Thinking about McDreamy?” he teased, and nipped at her earlobe.

“Actually…” her voice trailed off. Although McDreamy was a man of fantasies, she was perfectly content with her Severus. It had not been Patrick Dempsey’s character that was on her mind. “I was thinking about that kiss…”

“Which kiss?” he mused, running a hand through her hair ever so gently. “The- ‘I waited-a-whole-season-plus-two-hours-for-one-over-glorified-kiss’ kiss?” Hermione had been less than pleased with the season four finale. After all the angst and turmoil that had befell Meredith and Derek, although the house of candles had been nice, she felt they had deserved much more than an over-glorified kiss, and had been quite vocal in expressing that opinion.

“No, not that kiss.”

“Ah…perhaps the ‘Oh-my-gosh-George-just-kissed-me-and-I-liked-it-way-too-much’ kiss with Lexi?” Severus let his arms settle into the water and allowed his fingers the pleasure of roaming lazily over her nipples.

“No. I was thinking more about the kiss between Callie and Hahn.”

Severus stiffened. He had been thoroughly surprised that network television had allowed for two girls to kiss so openly during a prime time drama, but it was a step in the right direction. Lesbians and gays had just as much right to be seen passionately involved on the television as straight couples. However, he could not deny that the kiss had been most steamy. “That kiss,” he said, and groaned as she shifted against him.

“It was just so…hot,” she smirked, having turned completely over so that she was laying atop him in the tub. “They’re both beautiful women.”

“And so are you…”

Hermione sat up for a moment, a smirk playing on her lips. “Would that turn you on?”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“Like Sloan, standing there, watching. Would you get all hot and bothered to see me snogging another beautiful woman?” Hermione’s eyes twinkled.

Severus was quiet for a moment, though he could hardly hide his erection. The thought was more than simply arousing, however, he was a jealous man and was not about to share his wife with anyone, especially not if her kissing another woman had the same outcome as it did for Mark Sloan: losing his lover to Dr. Hahn. He closed his eyes, relaxing in the water. “I won’t lie to you, the thought is enticing…however, I see no need to act upon it.”

Hermione chuckled. “Well, unless you’re going to conjur up Callie Torres for me to snog with…” she slowly slid back down into the tub, resting her head on his chest once more. “Have you got plans for this Friday?” she asked, changing the subject.

“No Erica for you, dear?”

“Well, you are a brunette,” she smirked a bit and then kissed his cheek. “Friday?”

“Friday? Hrm, Friday…” he closed his eyes. “Ah yes, I believe I’m supposed to be taking my wife out to dinner for some silly something or other…anniversary? Or Valentine’s day…” he mused, earning a playful slap from Hermione. “Oh, yes, I think it’s her birthday.”

“You think.” She said and playfully swatted him again. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her into a kiss, feeling his erection pressing against her stomach through the water. “And how old is your wife?”

“Old enough to be jealous of seeing a lovely young witch like yourself in the tub with me,” he winked and then kissed her lips. “We have reservations at that Italian place you like in Venice, just over the canal.” He said and sat up. “Although at the moment I’d like to make some reservations with this body here…” he slid a hand down her back and gently squeezed her bum, and she squealed.

“Severus,” she giggled and kissed him. Lifting her up, he held her above the water for just a moment as he adjusted himself. She wriggled in his grip and he allowed her to slide back into his lap, impaling herself on his member. “Ooh, bathtub sex…it has been a while…”

“See, you’re even better than Meredith, she never got to have bathtub sex with Derek…” he teased, and kissed her lips, gripping her hips to guide her up and down on his cock. Bubbles floated up around them as he began to buck and she steadied herself against his shoulders, panting and smiling all the while. Water splashed over the edge, but neither seemed to care.

Severus licked his lips before kissing the side of her throat, licking his way up to her ear as he thrust up into her, his cheeks sliding back and forth against the bottom of the tub, water sloshing everywhere. “I love you,” he whispered. “Friday will be lovely.”

“Oh!” she whimpered, feeling herself spasm, and her body trembled, her chest falling over his shoulder as she tried to regain herself. It was something about his husky voice, whispering low in her ear that always set her off. “Yes…” she panted. “Yes it will…and I…love you…”

His thrusts did not stop, carrying on a few moments longer until he finished, collapsing back and sending a large wave over the lip of the tub. She giggled. “All spent, my love?” she asked. “Come to bed with me?”

“Of course, so long as you promise not to put that bloody season premier on.”