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Severus practically ran out of the house. He'd headed to the loo to take a piss, but that was going to have to wait after what he'd heard.
He went straight for the apparition point and with a loud crack he was gone.
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Hermionie stared at the ceiling. The water was getting cold, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She'd just fingered herself to thoughts of her professor.
She took a deep breath and sunk under the cold water. Shaking, she raised herself up out of the tub and grabbed a towel. Making sure it was wrapped securely around her, she headed for the door. She glanced into the mirror on the way out to see a terrified girl looking back.
Hermione opened the door and stepped into the small bedroom. Ginny and Harry were entwined on her bed. She briefly wondered why they couldn't have gone for Ginny's bed. How long had she been in the bath, anyway? She didn't want to think about that.
The smell of liquor was overpowering, but she didn't worry about it. She wasn't planning to stay.
Throwing her dress back on, she grabbed the rest of her things and packed them away in her bag. On her way out, she left a note for Mrs. Weasley saying that she wasn't feeling well and had gone back to Grimmauld Place for some peace and quiet.
She breathed in the warm night air as she stepped out of the house and headed for the apparition point. The crack from her apparition was heard only by the creatures of the night.
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Severus slammed the door to his quarters and stormed to his liquor cabinet so fast that he knocked over an oak end table on the way there. The book he'd been reading was flung haphazardly to the floor, but he didn't care.
He started to pour a glass of firewhiskey before he changed his mind and took a few slugs straight from the bottle.
Slamming the bottle down, he leaned against the cabinet and tried to slow his breathing.
He had heard her climax. He knew it had been her; how many times had he heard her agitated voice cry out in dismay over something her idiot friends had done? But this…this was different.
He imagined her young face crying out beneath him as she came. His cock twitched again.
In the span of 6 hours, he'd gone from watching a pretty young thing chatting away with her friends to desiring her so badly that it hurt. It really hurt and a cold shower wasn't going to get rid of this pain.
Severus grabbed the bottle and stomped off in the direction of his bedroom, shedding his boots and robes on the way.
He sat on the edge of his bed in his unbuttoned shirt and obnoxiously tented shorts and took another swig from the bottle.
There was no way he could do this. Wanking himself like a hormone driven teenager was not something that Severus Snape did, was it?
Apparently it was.
He was well and truly drunk, but he took a final swig and emptied the bottle. Dumbledore had given him that firewhiskey last year on his birthday. Laughing loudly into the room at that thought, he dropped the bottle on the floor and flopped backwards on the bed.
His hand quickly found its way into his shorts. Long fingers wrapped around his cock. It had been almost two years since the last time anyone had touched him there, including himself. This wasn't going to take long.
Arching his back, he stroked himself hard and fast. Behind closed eyes, he saw her pert breasts and innocent, brown eyes. Remembering the cry he'd heard from the hall, he groaned loudly and came with a shudder into his hand.
Breathing heavily, Severus opened his eyes to see his world swimming in front of him. He still had to piss.
Stumbling across the room, he somehow made it to the loo. Before he relieved himself, he vomited into the toilet. Grabbing his softening cock, he pissed with a loud sigh. He never did figure out how he made it back to his bed, but he weakly fell into its depths and succumbed to a fitful slumber.
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Hermione hadn't slept well. But with visions of her parents' bodies lying mutilated on the floor of their home, she hadn't slept well in months.
Last night, though, it wasn't blood or scorched curse marks that kept her awake. It was black eyes and a velvet voice that haunted her dreams.
What had she been thinking? "I have to put it out of my mind. I'll forget about it. It's not like he knows what I did," she whispered to her now cold coffee.
The screaming of that banshee of a portrait jolted her out of her musings.
A few shouted curses later, and the house was quiet again. Harry strolled into the kitchen and looked surprised when he saw Hermione sitting at the table looking wearily at him.
"Mione!" (Gods she hated that nickname) "What are you doing here? We missed you at the party last night."
"Don't be silly, Harry, I was there the whole night. You just couldn't tear your eyes away from Ginny long enough to notice me," she said coldly.
Suitably chagrined, Harry stared at the floor.
Hermione stood, laughing, and walked over to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, "It's ok, Harry, she was beautiful."
Harry looked at his old friend and smiled. "Yeah, she was, wasn't she?"
Hermione wandlessly sent her cold coffee to the sink. "You need to go shopping, the cupboards are empty and we have a meeting tonight."
Harry nodded and watched his friend leave the room.
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It was early afternoon before Severus awoke. Raising his hand to push his hair out of his face, he groaned at the sight of his dried semen coating his hand. As the previous night came flooding back, he turned and punched the bed. How was he ever supposed to look at the girl again? Not to mention what would happen if his master happened upon these thoughts in his memory; either master, for that matter.
Resigned to his fate, he made his way to the shower, making sure it was cold. He couldn't afford to make the same mistake twice.
I know, two chapters in one night. I couldn't help it, this story has me captured! It's my first, so please review! I don't know where it's going just yet, but more lemons are on the way!
-vashmil
