The Mile High Club

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On your way to Flourish and Blotts to purchase the latest Harry Potter Quidditch guide, you find an old rolled up scroll. You quickly bend down and pick it up. Upon unrolling it, you discover that it’s blank. However, you remember Harry Potter’s adventures with the Marauder’s Map from his autobiography, Harry Potter: Before and After Voldemort.

You take your wand, point it at the scroll, and say, “I solemnly swear that I will not sue Wild Rose, because I know that the Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, her licensors, and her publishers, not Minerva.”

Suddenly, words magically begin to appear on the scroll.

Moony: Ah, you figured out the wordword.

Prongs: Congratulations, but the words that we conceal so carefully will not be so easily revealed.

Wormtail: Yes, we are the keepers of a story that can only be shown to certain eyes, for it contains a pairing that not everyone agrees with.

Padfoot: At least some people have sense to know that the lovely Hermione shouldn’t be with that greasy git. Why would she want him when she could have me?

Minerva: Oh, Padfoot, you know Sevvie’s sexy. Who could resist that snarky Slytherin? I wonder what he looks like in just black silk boxers.

Padfoot: Ah!!! Images!!!

Minerva: Now that I’ve punished Padfoot for remarking about my sexy Slytherin, it’s time to ask you: Do you agree with the pairing?


A/N: I had another visit from the smut bunny.


The Mile High Club

As the final class of the year crept to an end, Severus Snape couldn’t help but feeling elated. He had the entire summer in which he would be undisturbed by the newest generation of blundering idiots and could occupy his time in the manner he saw fit. He had even planned a strenuous daily regiment for his summer holiday. He would begin each day with a healthy secession of exercise, shagging his wife. Breakfast would follow and then back to exercising until lunch. After lunch, he could be found in his lab ‘researching’ the effects of certain potions, sensory enhancers, massage oils, lust inducers, weightlessness elixirs, on the human body. Once dinner came and gone, he would spend an enjoyable evening by the fire before a shower and bed.

At least that was the plan before the end-of-year staff meeting. Albus Dumbledore had been the lucky winner of an all-expense-paid trip to Hawaii, including a private jet and a three bedroom beach house for a week. And being the kind-hearted person that he was, Dumbledore couldn’t leave his friends out in the cold.

As the staff gathered and took their seats, Albus stood and greeted them with open arms. “I know you are all anxious to begin your well-earned vacation, but I have some thrilling news. I have selected the five staff members that aren’t previously engaged over the holiday to accompany me to Hawaii.”

Whispers broke out among the staff, all of them wondering who would get to go. Many made their jealousy know, complaining of the unfairness of it. The students would hardly recognize the authoritative figures that were now bickering.

“Silence,” Dumbledore commanded. “I only learned of the trip this morning. From there, I chose those that were available. I thought you could maturely deal with the good fortune of fellow colleagues, and I could avoid the repeated explanation of my absence, but I was obviously mistaken. This meeting is concluded. I will be contacting the chosen five within the hour.”

Dumbledore felt ashamed for those who had participated in the childish squabbling. The five that he had picked were the only ones not fighting. Then again, they weren’t really paying attention. Severus and Hermione had their hands under the table, teasing each other with promises of things to come. Flitwick and Sprout were too absorbed in their R-rated or worse conversation. As for McGonagall, she was amusing herself by running her foot along Dumbledore’s leg, attempting to distract him. He was somehow able to keep from stumbling over his words.

Albus swept from the room without another word to anyone. Minerva was close behind, knowing he could use the company. The remaining members made their own exits soon after. Forty-five minutes later, the four letters containing the full details of the trip were sent off to their intended recipie
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Opening the scroll, Hermione’s excitement was ill-concealed. The thought of Severus nude in a private corner of some white sandy beach with the crystalline blue waves gently slapping the shore was almost overpowering. Severus had envisioned Hermione similarly, but that was before he heard they would be traveling about means of a private jet. Because of the island’s large Muggle population, unfamiliarity, and long distance, Apparition was too dangerous, and there was no known witch or wizard on other end to guarantee safety or discretion for a Portkey.

Severus knew how exhilarated Hermione was and refused to ruin it for her. Still, the idea of being trapped in a small machine at an altitude of thousands of feet above the ground for several hours wasn’t that appealing. In addition, he would be forced to sit next to his beautiful Hermione and behavior for lack of privacy. He could only hope a Sleeping Draught could effectively put him out of his misery until the ground was reached and he found their room.

Knowing the flight would tedious, Hermione considered the ingestion of a Sleep Draft, reading, or the fulfillment of a long-time fantasy. After little thought, she began to plot. Mentally, she played out the possibilities, growing aroused quickly. She could hardly imagine what it would actually be like.

On the day of the flight, the travelers had their bags packed, Muggle attire on, and agendas firmly in mind. Arriving at the main entrance, the six boarded the horseless carriages that would take them to the gates, where they would then Apparate to wizard-run airport.

Boarding the jet, Hermione insisted on sitting in the rear of the aircraft, distancing themselves from the others. Once all were safely seated, the plane began its ascent. Soon after, Severus searched futilely for the vial of Sleeping Draught he had brought. Defeated and irritable, he gazed out the window just to his right. To him, it seemed it was going to be a very long flight.

Suddenly, he felt something massaging his inner thigh. Starring down, he found Hermione’s right hand on a direct course for Severus Jr.

“Hermione, if you don’t stop, I am going to have to ravage you right here,” he whispered warningly.

“What’s stopping you?” she challenged. Gripping and rubbing his erection through his jeans, an impish grin graced her features.

“The four colleagues that are twenty-five feet in front of us.”

“I can’t think of anything you have to be ashamed of,” she said naughtily.

“Neither do you, but that doesn’t mean I wish to be an exhibitionist.”

“I have a solution to that problem,” she said simply.

POP!

Before he could question her, they had Apparated and landed gracelessly in the lavatory. Hermione’s recovery was swifter that Severus’s. She stood and immediately locked the door, ensuring no interruptions. Regaining his composure, Severus found himself under assault by Hermione.

“Hermione, you can’t be serious.”

“Very. The pressure at high altitude is suppose to make sex incredible,” she stated seductively.

“How long have you been planning this?” he asked, arching his eyebrow.

“Since we disred red how we were traveling.”

“You are full of surprises.”

Hermione’s reply was more physical than verbal. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drove him against the wall. Her lips devoured his passionately and glided over them with her tongue. He allowed her entrance without resistance, desiring to explore her oral cavity as well.
Entwining his own dexterous muscle with hers, he kneaded her butt and pulled her firmly against his throbbing member.

Clothing quickly became too confining. Buttons flew at high speeds in all directions in the frustrating process of unbuttoning his shirt. She moved her hands through the onyx hair that sprinkled his chest as mouth and hands moved downward. Unfastening and unzipping his jeans, she lowered and discarded his black silk boxers and knelt before taking the head of his shaft carefully in hand. As her thumb grazed the cleft and sd thd the spurting juices, he cradled her head and a low growl of ecstasy passed his lips.

Under her ministrations he could feel the heat building in his loins. Wanting her to be with him when he climaxed, he pulled her to her feet. He grabbed and pushed her against the wall. His hand encircled her wrists and pinned them above her, leaving her with the need to touch him. He cupped one breast in his hand and rolled the nipple into a hard peak. The urge to feel her molten flesh arose, and he tore her blouse from her body and unhooked her bra.

While the moistened surface of his tongue replaced the attention of his fingers and traced her rosy areola, his hand ventured up her skirt and under the elastic band of her panties. He dipped one digit then another into her slick wetness, simultaneously caressing her nub.

“Do you like that?” he rasped, enjoying the feel of her rocking and arching against him.

She whimpered in protest when he withdrew and abandoned his lavish treatment of her glorious orbs. She threw her skirt aside and bent her over the sink. As he entered her from behind, she braced herself with one arm against the mirror in front of her. Fondling and stimulating her breasts, his right hand slithered to her nodule. The combination of his fingers stroking her clitoris, his hand squeezing and toying with her nipples, and the feel of him pulling out and thrusting in forced to muffle her moaning and screaming by keeping her mouth closed and against her forearm.

She could feel the familiar pressure building, climbing slowing and growing more intense with each entrance, each caress, and each squeeze. He sheathed himself one final time into her before they both reached orgasm. Her vaginal walls clamped down on his manhood in a viselike grip, milking every drop he would yield.

Shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasms, she had to cling to the sink for support. Their sweat drenched bodies heaved from loss of breath and exhaustion. He rested his head on her back, putting his arms around her waist. His face nestled into her hair and affectionately kissed her shoulder.

“You always have a way of improving any situation, love,” he comment.

“I gather you liked my solution,” she said, grinning and giving him a brief kiss.

“You could say that.”

“We better clean up and return to our seats before the others notice our disappearance,” she said suddenly.

They each performed cleansing spells aepaiepairing spells for their clothing. Then, each ‘helped’ the other with getting dressed. Moments later, they Apparated back to their seats and acted as though they had never left. The popping sound hadn’t escaped the notice of Minerva, though. She glanced and smiled knowingly as Hermione, who didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed.

If that experience was any indication of the next week, Severus and Hermione were certainly going to enjoy Hawaii.

A/N: What did you think? Reviews would be greatly appreciated.

The End