A smallish drabble that popped into my head today (I seem to be full odd drabbels this weekend). I couldn't find tip 394 so I copied and pasted one of the tips from the Cosmopolitan website and named it tip 39.
Things to know: Snape lived, post war, OOC, H/S 'friendship'.
Tip 39 by LooneyLovey
"Miss Granger?" Professor Snape said, calling her back as the class left to go to next lesson.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione answered, ignoring the two boys by her side who just rolled their eyes at her and left the room, and made her way towards Professor Snape.
After the war had ended Hermione and Snape had become 'friends' of sorts, he had found her late one night wondering the corridors a few weeks after the Final Battle, tears streaming down her face and as the war had ended he didn't have to be the 'Greasy Git' of a Potions Master everyone knew and hated. He had led her to the courtyard, placed a warming charm upon her and let her vent out all her frustration over the past year. Needless to say, they were there for a while but he listened to all of it, every single word, and for that she was thankful. There had also been – a rare occasion – times when he had come to her for advice on sensitive matters. But this, this wasn't one of them, this was an entirely different matter.
When the room was empty he held up a piece of parchment by his fingertips, smirking slightly, "I seem to have received something else other than your homework," he said when she had reached his desk.
"What, oh..." she trailed off as she realised what was on the parchment. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks and the Severus laughed.
"May I recommend not mixing up your homework with your extracurricular activities in the future Hermione. If may give people the wrong impression of you," he said, still chuckling. After a few months of their 'friendship' they had dropped the formal titles and they now referred to each other as 'Severus' and 'Hermione' instead of 'Professor Snape' and 'Miss Granger', as there was a certain social stigma that came with student/teacher friendships.
"Of course Severus, it wont happen again."
Hermione tried willing her blush away but it didn't budge, she just hoped he hadn't read it. Hopefully he would have picked it up and dropped it when he realised what it was. But, he was was far more inquisitive than her so the chances of that happening were slim.
"Make sure that it doesn't Hermione. I'll let it slide this time, but don't expect me to be so forgiving in the future," he said, a warning tone entering his voice.
"Thank you Severus, is there anything else?" Hermione asked, the blush finally fading from her face.
"No, that's all Hermione," he said, grinning, "but... may I suggest that you try tip 39. Good day."
He swept out of the room via the door to his office, leaving a blushing Hermione standing, gobsmacked by his desk. So he had read the article. She looked down at the parchment and read tip 39: While kissing, gently run your fingernails up and down the inside of his arm. It's a teasing, arousing sensation that will leave him craving more.
Hermione looked up from the parchment and started at the door he had just left through, since when did 'friends' offer sex advice?
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