AN - I own nothing! I'm just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!
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Chapter 9
"I hope you like Italian," Hermione told Severus softly as they both followed the waiter to their booth seat. "I do come here often, and I enjoy the food here a lot."
"Anything's fine," Severus said as he allowed her to slide, following after her.
Hermione faced him, slightly surprised that Severus sat beside her, instead of across from her. She wasn't expecting that, nor was she expecting him to take hold of her hand above the table.
"Signore, Signora, our menu for our Valentine's Day special," the waiter said in a thick Italian accent, handing it to Severus. "I will return when you are ready to order."
"Thank you," Hermione said kindly, and glanced at the menu along with Severus. The menu offered a nice selection of dishes; from the appetizers, main courses, desserts, and of course, wine.
"Oh shit!" Severus muttered softly, not liking what he saw. He pulled his hand away from Hermione's, rested them both beneath his chin and just looked at the rose that stood in front of him.
Hermione frowned, and wondered what was wrong. "We could go somewhere else Severus if you don't like it here." Was it the romantic atmosphere that he didn't like? "Do you want to go somewhere else, maybe a pub?"
Severus shook his head. "I said it was fine, and you can order anything you please."
There was a tone and a look in Severus's voice that Hermione noticed. It was one that she heard when he was angry. "What would you like to order then?" she asked.
"Anything," Severus answered. Honestly though, he didn't want anything.
While they were in the cab earlier, he tried to lose his erection, hoping it would soften. Reciting potions ingredients, and whatever else popped in his head at that time that wasn't related to sex. It was hard to do since there was a very attractive witch that was either sitting right next to him, or was glued to his side.
The restaurant had a nice menu. Severus had no doubts that the food tasted good. But it wasn't the taste he was worried about. It was more of the ingredients in it. Oysters, artichokes, truffles, and of course dark chocolate, to mention a few. Problem for him was that they were aphrodisiacs. His libido was already giving him some trouble, and it was hard to ignore.
Cursing at fates, Severus asked why he was being tormented all the more when Hermione promised that he would be free from it for the night. Deliberately, she may have not been doing it, but she was tormenting him. First it was the movie, next the humiliation of snogging and losing his head in the middle of a sidewalk, and for minutes which seemed like hours, he was throbbing hard and painfully beneath his jeans.
Hermione didn't know what to do or say. She didn't want to make him angry. So far, she had been enjoying her night, but ever since the kiss, it was obvious that there was some tension between them. Was it a mistake, and was she to blame? She was the one that kissed him first on the cheek, further leading to something else more passionate.
For her, the kiss was the high point of the evening so far. If things were going to go downhill from there, she didn't want the night to continue on. She would rather choose to go home, than to let the evening turn into ruin.
"We can go home," Hermione said softly, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "We don't have to continue on if you don't want to."
Severus turned to face Hermione and frowned. "What makes you think that I want to go home? We had a deal that we were to have a date, and I am still upholding on my word."
"The kiss…" Hermione said uneasily. "You're mad. Was it a mistake?"
"No, it wasn't," Severus said tightly. He knew where the discussion was leading to and he didn't want to go there. How was he supposed to tell her that he was about to explode in his pants if he ate any of the food that was on the menu?
"Then what is the problem?" Hermione asked. "Please tell me, I don't understand."
"My Gods woman!" Severus growled in a low tone so that others wouldn't hear him. "Minutes ago, we were about to shag on a lamppost. And then now, there are all these aphrodisiacs on the menu. Who knows, maybe we'll be shagging up here on this very seat?"
Hermione blushed for a second as she tried to hold in her laughter, but she couldn't. She burst out laughing, launching herself at him, and wrapping her arms around his waist. "You really are a funny man Severus, in a disturbed sort of way. I don't think we would go that far in a right state of mind."
"We weren't in a right state of mind," he pointed out. He stopped breathing for a moment, when he felt her hand flatten on his stomach. If she went any lower, she would notice his hardened erection. He prayed that he wouldn't cum in his pants anytime soon, hoping that he could hold it until later. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself not just for embarrassment, but also for his manly pride.
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip and had to agree with him. She still wanted him, and felt herself get wet again just thinking about the drugging kiss that they shared earlier. In all her life, she had never been turned on by him in such a way. He only had to do so little, and it affected her so much. His voice, his lips… the rest was all imagination and wishful thinking.
The night was going better than she had ever imagined. For weeks, since the time they had planned the auction, she tried to imagine how things would go. The kiss was a complete surprise. "You don't regret our kiss then?" she finally asked.
Severus didn't reply to Hermione with words. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her ever so softly. This time the kiss was softer and gentler with no rush. "Does that answer your question?" he asked her when he pulled away.
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