Author's Note: I, alas, do not own anything Harry Potter related. I definitely don't own Hermione or Professor Snape. Not that they'd allow themselves to be own anyway! This story is lemony, but not extraordinarily explicit! If you don't like it, don't read it! Everyone is of age, and I ignore some canon. Obviously. Since Professor Snape is alive.
Hermione was not in a good mood. No one could be in a good mood with less than two hours of sleep. She'd like to blame her lack of sleep on studying too hard, or a fun all night chat with friends. Unfortunately, neither of those were good excuses. No, the only reason Hermione hadn't slept had been the visions of a dark potions master running through her head. Hermione had tried everything to get him out of her thoughts. She tried studying for her exams, of course. She tried to read a novel. She tried to write a letter to her parents. She tried to reorganize her closet. Hell, she even tried painting her fingernails and toenails, which was not something Hermione did regularly. Luckily, Ginny had left a rather enticing shade of red in Hermione's room the last time they'd had a girls' night in. Even after all that, Severus Snape just wouldn't leave her alone.
His eyes. His hands. His voice. Ohh, Merlin, that voice! Hermione groaned. Her day was not improving. Grumbling under her breath, Hermione grabbed her towel and headed for the shower attached to her room. As she stepped under the hot spray, Hermione sighed. There were some benefits to being an 8th year. Not having to share a room and shower with several other girls was one of them. Hermione reached for her citrus scented body wash. As she rubbed the wash all over her body, Hermione once again couldn't help thinking of Professor Snape. Stepping back under the spray, Hermione rinsed the suds from her skin. Finally, after refusing to indulge herself all night, Hermione let her imagination run away. In her mind she pictured Snape stepping behind her in the shower and running his hands down her wet body. Hermione let her hands follow her imagination as they slid over her chest and gently pinched her tightening nipples. Bracing herself against the wall of her shower, Hermione slipped one slim finger into her wet flesh and moaned.
SHSHSHSH
Severus was not in a good mood. No one could be in a good mood with less than two hours of sleep. He'd like to blame his lack of sleep on grading essays, or spending the entire evening chatting with Lucius. Unfortunately, neither of those were good excuses. No, the only reason Severus hadn't slept had been the visions of a certain lovely young know-it-all running through his head. Severus had tried everything to get her out of his thoughts, including visiting Lucius at Malfoy Manor. Snape shook his head. That had been an unmitigated disaster. Lucius seemed to see no problem with Severus lusting after one of his students. In fact, he seemed to think the situation highly amusing. Bastard.
Severus groaned. He shoved his blankets off and rolled to his feet. Grabbing his towel, Severus stalked into the bathroom and climbed in the shower. He adjusted the water spray as hot as his skin could stand it, hoping that the vision of whiskey-colored eyes would be pushed aside. However, instead a vision of Hermione joining him in the shower sprang to mind. Bracing himself against the wall of his shower, Severus reached down to stroke himself and moaned.
