A/N: Back by popular demand! It was supposed to be the one shot, so I'm not 100% on where I'm taking the story yet. Expect about 5 chapters. Love it or hate it, let me know! I hope you guys enjoy. :D
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Merlin he missed the days when she would wear those damned denim shorts. It was far easier on his him when she did. Oh, he thought it was bad then. Severus had no idea what the fates had in store for him. Or his now painfully hard cock.
In a truly atypical turn of events, Britain was experiencing its hottest summer in nearly fifty years. While the residents of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black lost a shimmer in their eye upon the owner's death, they certainly hadn't lost their ability to complain. And despite his imminent doom, Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to have lost his sparkle when it came to making the people he cared about happy before he killed them.
Albus had been keeping tabs on the various ways that muggles kept cool in the summer, particular of the wet, outdoor variety. It began with something as simple as a sprinkler in the rather sad looking backyard. Just one. Then two. Then four. Then he moved onto the ever-popular water balloons. After that came the water balloon slingshots. And then his collaborative efforts with the Weasley twins led into the magical equivalent of Super Soakers. That had all begun roughly two weeks ago- each new addition removing another section of clothing from the participants.
Refusing to lose to his new and apparently much more powerful than Voldemort opponent known as mother nature, Albus transformed what had been a bland and decrepit back garden into a summer oasis, complete with pool, diving board, and a tiki bar.
For the last three days every occupant of Grimmauld Place, from Mad Eye Moody to Molly Weasley to Albus himself, had for all intents and purposes lived in a swim suit. Every occupant except him. Most of the bathing suits were respectable, albeit strange in their presentation. Albus insisted on wearing a fifties style bathing outfit, for which everyone was grateful. Most males under the age of 70 stuck to the newly popular long swim trunks, accepting Arthur and Mad Eye, whose ensembles included tank tops. Yet again, people were grateful. At the behest and bereavement of her mother, Ginny Weasley wore a conservative one piece. Overall, not as awful as Severus would've expected.
But then there was his lovely Hermione Granger.
Hermione fucking Granger in her damned green and white stripped bikini. Hermione fucking Granger showing off tiny tattoos that until that point no one had known about. Hermione fucking Granger lounging out of the water in the pool on an elongated inflatable raft, her still wet skin glistening in the sunlight. Hermione fucking Granger, lying stomach down on a deck chair, the ties of her bikini top undone to keep from getting tan lines. Hermione fucking Granger and her fucking bikini causing his damned fucking erection.
He missed her shorts. They were nowhere as near as painful as this. Severus had locked himself in his room up on the third floor, refusing to be shoved into the frivolities. He had his own reasons, ranging from body insecurities to hatred of the company provided. But it was mostly that damn bikini.
He had a perfect view of the backyard from his window, and he had spent each day sat there, feeling like a complete lecherous bastard, his cock out and in his hand and Hermione in clear view. He would watch her, infatuated, edging himself until he could no longer take it, usually being set off by her letting out a laugh or a squeal at being thrown into the pool by one of the boys. He would come back down to earth, the guilt crushing his spine into his seat, until he caught sight of her and the cycle would repeat itself. Again and again. For three days. He didn't know whether to be impressed that he had a faster recovery time than he had expected, or to be embarrassed that he was such a pining, pervy asshole. He felt the guilt irregardless, it was just a matter of what type of mood he found himself in after he came.
Once he had debated going down there and joining them. Joining her. But only once. Severus often noted the surprising ease with which Hermione allowed the males in her life to touch her. It was nothing for the twins to trap her between their bodies, extreme amounts of skin touching more extreme amounts of skin, grab hold of her wrists and ankles and swing her into the pool. She didn't seem to mind it when she had Lupin's head between her legs- facing away from her crotch, thankyouverymuch- during a game of what he heard them refer to as chicken, his hands often times traveling high onto her thighs for the sake of balance. She didn't even seem concerned on the occasions when Moody would "accidentally fall" into her- the man only had one and a half legs, why he expected to be able to easily get in and out of a pool, Severus would never understand. Taking all of this information into account, Severus had wondered what if would be like if he would show up down there, ready to interact with the others and come into contact with her sweet skin.
He thought about what her legs would feel like wrapped around his head in a game of chicken- even more preferable if his head were facing inward. He thought about how he could turn his head slightly and casually kiss the skin of her inner thighs, blaming it on a slip of his foot or something of the like. He thought about what her hair would feel like, haloing around her as she laid back and floated naturally in the water. How it would tickle his skin. He thought about how her lips would feel against his underwater, about how they would share their breath until they were both drunk with lust and forced to surface. He thought about what she would feel like from the inside, his fingers slipping into her thrice damned bikini, her own wet heat a beautiful deliverance from the cool, clear water surrounding them. He thought about what it would feel like for her hand to reach into his swim trunks and wrap her hand around him and jerk him off, the water churning around them from her movements, until his come shot into the pool and blended in with the water, forcing her to bathe in it. He thought about so many things that could happen if he went down there.
But then he thought about it from a realistic standpoint and decided that fuck all, he was better as a lecherous pervert. He wasn't doing her any harm from up here- it was no different from his normal private wankfests after he had spent the day staring at her. If he got a live feed while his hands went at it, all the better for him.
But he wasn't sure that he could take much more of the agony that he was feeling of watching her day after day and not being able to touch her. While not watching her and going about his daily tasks would seem the obvious choice, he knew that he could never let the opportunity pass by him. It would be like opening a bottle of century old elf-made wine and pouring it down the drain. He couldn't do it. He couldn't exist knowing that she was near, happy, half naked and dripping wet. He could only watch.
Severus wasn't stupid. He knew that he had to content himself with this current choice of lifestyle, that even if he did have a bleed in his brain and decide to take a dive off the board into the pool, that he still wouldn't be able to touch her. Nothing meaningful, at least. Not in the way the he needed. He might still be able to touch her as the others could, gentle barely there accidental touches on typically thought of as normal, nonsexual patches of skin, but he knew that given the choice, given the time, given the permission, he would take his lips and his tongue and his teeth to every inch of her body and treat it as though it were something as sexual and as precious as her breasts or her lips or her nipples or her clit or her cunt. Hell, he didn't come close to having something that could be remotely considered a foot fetish, but he would give anything for five minutes alone with one of her toes. Her needed her. Needed to feel her. To taste her. To know her, to show her, to give her everything she wanted and more. His cock was so damn hard and he needed her and he was sure that it was killing him.
She was killing him.
And fuck him if she wasn't so bloody gorgeous while she did it.