A/N: The following is the first (of three) autumn/Halloween-themed SSHG drabbles chosen by lovely folks on Tumblr. Each prompt was based on a "Fall Starter" and serves as the title for each drabble.

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyrighted to and belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her sandbox and own none of her associated characters. Artwork is credited to Alena-KP.

"Please, enough with the pumpkin spice."

(Prompt chosen by inquisitivewitch)

Severus's patience was utterly spent. The pain in his lower jaw, too, was becoming excruciating from clamping so hard.

When would the sexy creature in his fold cease her teasing? Didn't she understand that sucking the creamy, pumpkin spice foam off of her finger had been arousing for about the first five minutes? After fifteen minutes of her taunting him every which way with the bloody stuff, however, his pleasure–and his restraint–was waning.

"Hermione–"

"Just one more," she persisted, offering another flirtatious batting of her long eyelashes.

Severus scowled. Oh. Fucking. Hell. That witch and her irresistible ways were too damn endearing for her own good...and his. He was a helpless fool when it came to Hermione Granger's every cheeky demand (even if he didn't like it), and the clever thing knew she had Severus Snape pegged like some helpless, pining puppy dog.

Her and her bloody pumpkin spice.

Hermione had barely tasted her latte, which Severus had politely bought for her at a small cafe in Diagon Alley, knowing that it was her favourite flavour. Shortly thereafter, they had snuck into an alley and huddled together in the dark behind some bins like two horny teenagers, with Severus unable to keep his hands to himself. He had thought Hermione's intentions obvious until she had proceeded to torment him with this incessant, finger-licking foreplay.

As Hermione dipped her index digit into the foam again and brought it to Severus's lips, his refusal to open his mouth caused her brow to furrow in confusion. "Open up, silly," she giggled.

The slim parting of her own delectable, puffy lips made the wizard's groin ache. "Please, Hermione," he implored, snarling lowly and close to her face, "enough with the pumpkin spice already."

Hermione frowned. "I thought you were enjoying it?"

"I was, but I'd much rather taste you already, you minx."

To Severus's stirring excitement, Hermione's face lit up with laughter. "I suppose I've tormented you enough, haven't I?"

Severus arched an eyebrow at that. "Oh? You enjoy teasing me, you say?"

Hermione smiled gamely. "You delight in toying with me fairly often, Severus Snape, so consider it payback." She added, with a firm jab to the centre of his chest, "Especially in how you use that tongue of yours on me. What do you think I've been doing all this time, just provoking you because I can?"

Severus blinked, taken aback, whilst Hermione shot him a knowing smirk. Then she unexpectedly tossed the latte over her shoulder, directing his attention towards the mess behind her. The contents spilt onto a bin and the snow-covered pavement, infusing the alley with its lingering, comforting scent.

"That latte cost me three bloody galleons–" Severus groused in annoyance, until his lips were suddenly smacking Hermione's and knocking him off kilter.

That quickly shoved the waste of a few precious galleons to the back of Severus's mind. Finally, what he had been waiting for! She was far more precious, after all, and she smelled of falling snowflakes, lip-bomb, and that ruddy latte he thought he despised; but now?

Perhaps pumpkin spice isn't so bad after all. Severus readily deepened the kiss and pulled Hermione into the warmth of his arms, smiling contentedly against her mouth.

A/N #2: Personally, I can't get enough pumpkin spice everything, but to each his/her own!

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