Special delivery for winterthunder Title: Hermione’s Monologues Author:elleselenelupin Recipient's IJ/LJ name:winterthunder Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Severus/Hermione Word Count: 3910 Warnings: a hot dream, sex toy/jewellery, cliché: rough closet sex, fluffy hotel room sex
Disclaimer: The wizarding world and its characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I borrowed them to have some fun.</i>
Summary: Hermione wants to take a new direction in her career. She needs the help of Severus Snape for that. She doesn’t know that she has a very peculiar influence on the Potions master. Authors notes: winterthunder, since your prompt was very open, I hope I wrote something to your liking.
There are three people, who deserve special thanks and hugs for all their great help.
Hermione looked around her flat as she hurriedly packed the last of her things. Professor Snape was expecting her in ten minutes at the main gates of Hogwarts.
She had thought that she had left the school and the notorious professor behind ten years previously when she had completed her N.E.W.T.s. Nevertheless, it seemed that was not to be so, as her current circumstances proved.
Hermione had become a top healer after she had left Hogwarts and had worked for St. Mungo’s the last several years. She had had no reason to go back.
She had liked her career at first, helping other people, healing them, bringing little wizards and witches into the world. Of course, she had lost patients, feeling helpless and sad every time a patient died because there wasn’t a cure or at least a treatment for their disease. All that she could do was to take away their pain and support their families as best as she could. After she had lost yet another patient to a malevolent disease, Hermione decided to do something about it.
She decided immediately to go into research and find cures for, or at least ways of managing, these fatal diseases.
She had heard there would be an opening at St. Mungo’s research department in seven months, as a colleague was due to retire. The head of the department informed her she would get the position if she has another qualification in addition to her healer grade.
After much contemplating, she decided to take the Mastery exams in Potions. Meaning she only had six months to get ready for the exams; six months of intensive learning and hard work. In addition, she needed help for her preparations, competent help, the best help, Severus Snape’s help.
Professor Snape wasn’t very pleased after she had told him about her plans, especially the fact that she needed his assistance. After a two-hour long discussion, he had accepted, but only after Hermione had offered to take over teaching and grading the first through third years in addition to helping him brew the potions for the infirmary and his personal research. Two months later…
It was late and Hermione was brewing a Blood-Replenishing Draught for the infirmary. She expected Professor Snape any minute now, as he was very punctual.
She had arranged her daily routine around Professor Snape’s personal schedule. Her day was divided into teaching, grading, studying for her Potions exams, and brewing potions in the evening while being asked masses of questions from the Potions master himself, in preparation for her oral exams.
He had said if she could answer all of his questions to his satisfaction while being distracted by brewing, she would pass the verbal exams without problems. However, Hermione doubted she answered his questions sufficiently because after such sessions he became agitated and left the room quickly. He seemed to be angrier and more irritated then before he started quizzing her.
~**~**~
Severus was dreading the evenings nowadays. He had made a habit of asking Miss Granger questions in preparation of her exams whilst she brewed potions.
After her N.E.W.T.s, Severus had stopped thinking of her as a student, and he was shocked to discover that she had become a knowledgeable Healer, one who was no longer waving her hand perpetually in the air, trying to satisfy him with her fountain of everlasting knowledge.
She was of average height, her breasts were not overly large yet firm, she had fascinating brown eyes, and her hair… Well, he wasn’t someone to judge others over their hair. He wasn’t very lucky in that department, either.
Overall, her appearance was average, but looks weren’t everything, and it was her brains that truly intrigued him. Intelligence was one of the most erotic things a person could have, in his opinion, and Hermione had it by the bucketful.
During their first brewing/question session Severus discovered something disturbing while Miss Granger recited the properties of aconite. He felt certain stirrings in his nether regions. He ignored it and went on, but the next day it happened again. It became steadily worse from day to day, and he was exasperated at his lack of control over his body’s reaction.
At this time, his reaction was so physically powerful; that he had to hide his lower body by sitting behind his desk.
~**~**~
The Potions master was on his way down to the dungeon lab. He had had a very peculiar dream the previous night and it still affected him.
Severus was sitting in the first row of the Potions classroom, wearing his school robes. The only other person in the room was Hermione, standing next to the teacher’s desk.
He appeared to be in detention, writing down what Professor Granger was dictating to him.
However, Hermione was only wearing a very skimpy, green and silver coloured bra with matching knickers, and black, knee-high high-heeled leather boots. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she was wearing glasses – glasses?
She looked so perfect, and her voice was oh so sexy. “Peppermint generally thrives in shade and expands quickly by underground rhizomes. If you choose to grow peppermint, it is advisable to plant it in a container; otherwise it can rapidly take over a whole garden. It needs a good water supply, and is ideal for planting in part-sun to shade areas.”
Severus’ free hand slowly crept under the table, opening his robes and trousers, he languidly stroked his rock hard erection.
Suddenly Professor Granger was standing right next to him. “Mr Snape, what are you doing under that table?”
Severus woke, his heart beating painfully fast in his chest, confused and panting, lying in sticky bed sheets.
~**~**~
Severus Snape stepped into the lab. He had barely entered the room when he spit out his first question, “What do you know about lovage, Miss Granger?”
“Lovage or Levisticum officinale is a plant, the leaves and seeds or fruit of which are used to flavour food, especially in Southern European cuisine,” Hermione answered without hesitation. “It is a tall, three to nine feet, perennial that vaguely resembles its cousin celery in appearance and in flavour. Lovage also sometimes is referred to as smallage, but this is more properly used for celery. The root of lovage, which is a heavy, volatile oil, is used as a mild aquaretic. Lovage root contains furanocoumarins which can lead to photosensitivity.”
Snape was very glad she concentrated on her brewing because she had barely finished her first sentence when his cock jumped happily in recognition, and started to fill and rise in record time.
When he sat down in his chair, his erection was painfully squeezed by his trousers, and he wasn’t able to suppress a short grunt.
“Are you all right, Professor?”
“Yes, Miss Granger,” the professor snapped. “What is Botulinum toxin?”
“Botulinum toxin is a neurotoxin protein produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum. It is one of the most poisonous naturally occurring substances in the world, and it is the most toxic protein.”
While Hermione continued to prove her knowledge and stirred the potion, Snape felt – twitchy and uncomfortable. He stood again and paced the room like a black panther in a cage, hiding his little – well, not so little – problem by wrapping his voluminous robes around his body.
Somehow he found himself next to the witch. Her face was a bit sweaty caused by the heat coming from the flame under the cauldron. Some fine hair was plastered to the skin on her face and her neck, which was exposed because she had bound her hair back in a ponytail. Her lips were swollen and red from her habit of biting them while stirring and counting.
Snape realised he had never seen a woman more stunning than Hermione in this precise moment.
~**~**~
Hermione felt a presence behind her. She couldn’t quite bring herself to turn around although she faltered, ever so slightly, in her explanation.
As the presence got closer and closer, her breath hitched and she went rigid. Was Professor Snape standing behind her? He never did that, he always kept a respectable distance as he listened.
When she had completed her stirring of the potion, she carefully took the glass-stirring rod out and laid it down on the bench beside the cauldron. Spinning around, she saw that it was indeed Professor Snape who was standing behind her, and her breath hitched once more as she looked into his eyes. What she saw there was a fire burning, passion, lust, all those emotions that she couldn’t or wouldn’t read were aflame in his gaze that was directed at her. She thought that her heart had stopped beating in her chest. Why was he looking at her like that? And why, oh why, was he not saying a word?
He reached a steady hand up to cup her cheek. She nuzzled into it as her heart started to beat once more. It seemed that was all the response he needed, and he struck like a large cat going in for the kill. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her soundly.
Merlin! This man can kiss! Hermione had never been kissed like this before. The longing and enthusiasm coming off the wizard by the bucket full made her knees go weak and caused her to forget everything else as she melted into his frame. As the kiss grew, and his tongue dominated hers, she went limp in his arms, letting him lead the kiss and for once allowing someone else to dictate her life. She pressed her body against him, feeling his obvious arousal poking her stomach, as she moaned into his mouth.
And as suddenly as Severus had started it he broke the kiss and stepped away from her. She doubled over; grabbing the bench behind her to stave off the collapse she knew would come had she not been leaning against it, gasping for breath as her head came up to look at him.
But Severus turned and left the lab as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened; leaving a confused and very aroused Hermione behind.
~**~**~
Severus behaved as if nothing had happened between them.
It had been three weeks since their earth-shattering kiss, and he never mentioned it and never made a similar move in her direction again.
Hermione was stimulated and simultaneously frustrated by that one kiss. The man himself was like a black iceberg, frigid and perilous. A collision with him would most certainly end in disaster, as ninety percent of the real man was hidden under the surface of all that black he wore.
Hermione resolved to do something. Now she knew he liked her, she was determined to get under the surface – and his robes.
~**~**~
Two months later, Hermione had tried everything she dared while living in a castle full of children. She also didn’t want to be thrown out by Severus because she still needed his help for her exams; therefore anything too drastic was out of question.
“Miss Granger, there will be a Potions conference in Australia in two weeks, and you will accompany me there. You will also hold a presentation about the key ingredients for my research as an opening for my lecture. We will leave on Tuesday in two weeks at eleven a.m. sharp. Please be sufficiently prepared by then.”
“Of course, Professor.” Oh, believe me. I will be fully prepared, Severus.
~**~**~
Hermione had decided to use the conference for her final stand. If after this he did not respond then she would leave him behind forever. They would be far away from home, and she wanted to use that chance to her advantage. She not only prepared her presentation, but also her battle plan Shag the Potions master over the next two weeks. Severus was annoyed with himself. Hermione was standing before a rapt audience, speaking, due to his request, and his body reacted as usual.
Why did I tell her to hold this presentation? Severus thought, pulling his robes around his body to hide the enthusiastic spectator in his trousers.
He breathed a sigh of relief when Hermione finished her speech. Moving a bit stiffly to the podium and darkening the room, he began his lecture.
The first ten minutes went smoothly when he suddenly saw Hermione opening her robes, revealing a tight-fitting blouse and a ridiculously short skirt.
A lower part of his anatomy jumped in approval at the sight of her beautiful, smooth legs.
Severus cleared his throat and continued on.
His eye caught a movement and he looked at Hermione.
She had been sitting with her legs crossed, and it seemed she wanted to change her position.
Severus words died in his throat when he had a clear view of what Miss Granger was wearing under her skirt – apparently nothing.
His eyesight was extremely good, even in semi-darkness, thanks to his years as a spy. Therefore, he could clearly see the dark thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair – and something else.
Hermione shifted again, and something underneath her skirt blinked green and silver for a short moment. What was that?
There was a twitching in his trousers. Obviously, his other brain was just as curious.
Hermione closed her legs again, and Severus came back to reality: he was still standing at the podium, apparently holding a lecture. He surveyed the mass quickly and saw the dumbfounded looks on the faces of the assembled crowd.
He went through the rest of his memorised speech with lightning speed, all the time wondering about what was or was not under Hermione’s skirt, and cancelled the question session due to a sudden indisposition.
Striding quickly down the stairs, he glided over to Hermione, who was still seated, looking all innocent to the outside world and the masses of people around them. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he forcefully removed her from the seat and dragged her down the hall until he found a closed door. After looking inside, he stepped into the room, pulling Hermione behind him. He cast a Locking Charm and a Silencing Charm on the door. After a quick Lumos, Hermione found herself locked in a closet with Severus Snape.
“Miss Granger!” Snape roared. “What do you think you are doing? I was…”
“Shut up!” Hermione interrupted him, and threw her arms around the stunned Potions master’s neck, kissing him.
Severus was stunned into silence, and he immediately opened his mouth to protest, but it seemed that Hermione was quicker, as her tongue delved into his mouth intertwining with his as she led this kiss, which was quickly becoming more and more demanding.
His hands, by their own violation, came up to wrap in her hair as he pushed her against the adjoining wall. He pressed his arousal into her stomach with noticeable force.
Hermione hands wandered down his chest and she quickly opened his robes and trousers. She wasted to time, closing her hand around his erection, and stroking up and down his length.
Severus broke their kiss and buried his head in her shoulder, moaning loudly. She definitely knew what to do with her hands, but he already knew that from her school days and the endless waving of her hand in the air and her essays, which were usually twice the length of anyone else’s.
He shut off his brain and allowed himself to experience the here and now, and it felt heavenly, but he wanted to be buried inside of her – now.
His right hand slid down her leg and urgently nudged her knee. Hermione understood, she lifted up both legs and wrapped them around his waist, using the wall to her advantage.
However, when Severus positioned his cock at her entrance, he felt something prickling against it. Confused, he pulled back. “Ouch! What is that?”
“Oh, I’m Sorry!” Hermione quickly fumbled for her wand, finding it she mumbled a quick spell and that something disappeared.
“What was that?” Severus demanded once more.
“Not now, Severus. I need you in me now!” Hermione panted and whilst saying that, she impaled herself on his cock.
They groaned in unison, and Severus didn’t care about that thing anymore as he started thrusting.
He wanted to go slow and savour the moment, but Hermione felt so good around him, so hot, tight, and wet. He picked up the pace quickly and it was clear to Hermione that he wouldn’t last long.
She tightened her muscles around him, which earned her a very sexy growl in her ear.
Severus hand slid down between her legs, and, finding her clit, he rubbed the little bud in time of his thrusts. Hermione’s walls clamped around him in response, and she gasped and panted in the hair behind his left ear. “Severussss…” she whispered and came undone.
He followed her into oblivion with a grunted “Hermione!”
Hermione placed her still shaking legs down on the ground and stood. Severus, who was leaning against her as he tried to regain his breath, supported her.
“Wow!” Hermione gasped.
“Indeed.”
The moment became awkward as each tried to say or do something.
“Well, I think maybe a shower is in order,” Severus broke the silence.
“I guess you are right. Let’s go back to the hotel,” Hermione said.
~**~**~
Nobody spoke a word on the way to the hotel, and by some implicit agreement Hermione followed Severus to his room.
As soon as the door had closed behind them, they were all over each other again, but Severus interrupted their enthusiastic snogging session. “Hermione, what was that? What are you hiding under that piece of fabric you call a skirt?”
Hermione smirked. “Do you want to find out?”
Severus nodded.
“Well, sit down and I will show you.” And Hermione pushed him back to sit on the bed.
She stepped back and took off her robes. Turning to him, she very slowly opened her blouse button by button. She shrugged the blouse off and threw it across the room, which gave Severus the opportunity to admire her firm breasts encased in a purple lace bra.
With a smile, Hermione opened the front clasp of the bra and threw it in Severus face. He took in the sight of her while playing with the lace between his fingers. Her shapely figure was faultless, she looked just like he had imagined her to be, and even better.
Hermione’s hands were now behind her back, opening her skirt.
The skirt slid down her smooth legs, pooling around her feet, and there it was. Something green and silver peeked out of her folds.
Severus couldn’t take his eyes away, he swallowed and asked again, “What is that?”
“This called a clit clip. It is said to be a great tool to enhance sex, especially oral sex, but I think we proved in the closet that intercourse, with it still attached is not advisable.”
Severus smirked. “Well, we still have to test that theory about the oral sex. Come here!”
“And people are always saying I am bossy,” Hermione muttered, amused.
Hermione joined him on the bed, Severus positioning her on her back in the middle of the bed and settling his upper body between her spread legs.
He had a clear view on her swollen, dark-red clitoris. The clit clip-thing exposed her clitoris and raised it slightly up from her body.
Experimentally, he flicked his tongue over Hermione’s nub, and was rewarded with a gasp. He did it again and she buried her hands in his hair. Severus set a steady rhythm, alternating between quick flicks and long, slow swipes.
Hermione shattered in no time, almost painfully tugging Severus’ hair and screaming his name.
When Hermione came down from her high, she looked up and saw the smug face of Severus Snape still between her legs.
“My verdict: it is really quite a handy tool for oral sex, but we don’t need it any longer. How do I remove it?”
Hermione needed a moment to clear her mind. “You push it up very gently.”
He did as he was directed, and was now holding something that looked like an oversized hairpin in his hand, attached to both sides on the open end were two short chains with green and silver pearls. He placed the clip on the bedside table, grabbed his wand, and after a quick spell, was completely naked.
Hermione expressed her approval by making a noise that almost sounded like a purring cat.
Severus was no Adonis, but Hermione liked his body. Lean and strong, a bit pale, decorated with several scars here and there, only a small dusting of fine black chest hair, and quite an impressive endowment.
He crawled up her body and nuzzled the valley between her breasts with his nose, then kissed his way up to her right nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he suckled it gently and flicked his tongue over the hardened bud several times.
Smirking when Hermione’s breath came in short pants, he switched over to the left nipple, paying it the same attention as its twin.
While Severus was busy with her breasts, Hermione tried to caress every part of his body she could reach; stroking his back, clawing his strong arms, and teasing his flat nipples with her fingertips.
She felt his hot erection nudging her knee and she pulled him up for a kiss. Now she was finally able to reach down and take his hard cock in her hand. She teased the sensitive underside with her thumb, and Severus bucked his hips in response.
Still kissing him senseless, she guided his shaft to her entrance, and, wasting no time, Severus was buried in her warm and wet passage.
This time their coupling was slower and gentler, each of them revelling in the feel of being connected in the most intimate of ways.
After what seemed like hours, they both fell over the edge, Severus only seconds behind Hermione.
They lay there for a while, still connected, gazing into each others eyes, trying to recover and getting their breathing back to normal.
After a short, sweet kiss, Severus rolled to the side, taking Hermione with him. She snuggled into his side.
Soon they fell asleep, sated and happy. Seven years later…
Hermione was holding a lecture about the progress in treating Banshee Fever, a fatal disease where patients started to scream like banshees during their fever attacks.
They had married five years ago. Their daughter, Noa, had just turned four.
Their little girl could already scowl like her father and showed the first signs of Slytherin slyness. Combined with her mother’s intelligence and curiosity, she was a sweet little monster with deep black eyes and silky brown hair.
A conference meant freedom. Noa, known as the ever-curious girl who always had nightmares at the wrong time, was with Hermione’s parents. They had retired a few years earlier and now had time to spend with their granddaughter.
Hermione and Severus considered every conference as a honeymoon because after either of them had held their prospective lecture, they would spend the rest of the time locked in their hotel room.
Severus was sitting in the front row – as usual – wearing a scowl on his face – as was customary. Hermione smiled inwardly. She knew exactly what that scowl meant.
Hermione was always wearing something naughty under her robes when Severus did his presentation, and Hermione’s monologues still had that effect on his body.