Insufferable Attraction

SeverusxHermione

Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Insufferable Attraction

Chapter 20

At first Hermione had thought it had just been her imagination. However, as it kept happening little by little, she realized that it really was happening. Her husband was teasing her! Whenever she was in his presence, he would casually rake his fingers through his long hair or would pull it back, knowing good and well she was staring when he did it. Not only that, but he knew she was watching him every morning when he would work out. And she knew he knew because he had caught her staring from a window while he was doing reverse sit-ups, watching his muscular legs raise into the air, his tight arse lifting off the ground and back down as he did. He was teasing her with the knowledge that he knew she liked watching him exercise—even if she hadn't said so—and she was letting him, too embarrassed to stop it, not that she really wanted him to.

Deciding she needed to talk to someone about her dilemma, she wrote to Daphne and asked would she meet her at a Muggle café in London. Luckily, Daphne had agreed and that was where she was currently waiting now. She waited with an iced coffee in front of her, looking around at the other patrons of the café. Hearing the bell ring above the door, she turned her head and saw Daphne step inside, her blonde hair pulled into a low side bun and wearing a pink blouse and navy-blue skirt, nude heels on her feet. Waving her hand, she got the blonde's attention and soon Daphne was seated across from her. As she sat down Daphne said, "Alright, I'm here. Now, tell me what is so important you had to call me out here." She then turned to the barista behind the counter. "Excuse me sir, can I please have what my friend here is having?"

The barista nodded and began preparing another iced coffee, soon bringing it over and winking at Daphne as he did. As he walked away, Daphne took a sip of her coffee, her blue-green eyes trained on the brunette, silently telling her to begin talking.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione decided to just be frank and blurted out, "Severus keeps teasing me with his body."

Daphne had to keep herself from spitting out her coffee, her eyes wide as she stared at Hermione incredulously. Getting her bearings, she couldn't help but squawk out, "What?"

"Severus is teasing me and doing so with his body."

"Explain."

Hermione began telling her friend—yes, she thought Daphne a friend—about how they had finally moved into Prince Manor and how she found out that Severus had some sort of workout routine he did every morning; Daphne was surprised to hear that, not thinking her former Head of House would be one to do that. Hermione went on to tell her about how she had caught him doing so and her bodily reaction to it, though had said so in a hushed tone and with a bright blush on her cheeks. She then went on to tell her that her husband had to have realized it because he was purposely teasing her with it now. As she finished, she covered her face in embarrassment while Daphne was positively grinning, her perfect white teeth on display.

With a giggle Daphne asked, "Hermione, do you know what this means?"

"That I'm pathetic?" Hermione asked in response, though it was muffled.

"No. It means that Professor Snape is attracted to you and is purposely making you want him. He's teasing you on purpose and its working. And if I wasn't sure before, I'm definitely sure now that he wants you."

Brown eyes widened as she dropped her hands, looking at the blonde in disbelief. Severus wanted her? He wanted her…physically? But there was no way. He hadn't touched her since their consummation and made no notions that he even wanted to again. But what if Daphne was right and he was attracted to her? What if Severus was subtly letting her know he wanted her to want him? But he wouldn't do that…would he?

Pushing her hair behind her ear she said in reply, "I don't know about that, Daphne."

Daphne pursed her lips before asking, "Are you attracted to him? And be truthful with me, please."

"Yes, I am. Very much so." Hermione blushed as she admitted it to Daphne and wasn't ashamed about it. It felt good to finally get it off her chest and admit she was attracted to her husband. "I am attracted to him, and I think I might even like him, but I don't love him."

"You don't have to love him to be attracted to and want to have sex with him."

"Daphne, keep your voice down!" Hermione admonished, looking around the café to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Come on, Hermione, no one cares. But like I was saying, if you don't love Snape just yet, that's fine. But if you like him or are attracted enough to want to have sex with him, I say go for it. You do want him to touch you again, don't you? Because from what I can gather, I think you do."

Hermione bit her lip. "I…yes, I do. I've been thinking about him touching me again for a while now, especially with him teasing me. I'm so frustratingly pent up, it's not even funny."

"Oh! Well then, let me help you help him make a move."

Daphne stood, telling Hermione to follow her out of the café. Hermione did so, leaving more than enough money to pay for both hers and Daphne's coffees that they had barely touched. The two witches walked down the down the street for a while before Daphne finally stopped in front of a shop. With a nod she said, "Here we are."

Hermione looked at the shop they had stopped in front of and her eyes widened before she finally asked, "A lingerie shop?"

"Yes, a lingerie shop. You find Snape sexy, and you want him to think the same about you. This is a good start, especially with you wearing sexy lace and sheer fabric." Daphne looked her over for a moment before saying, "And I'd go either black, red or pink. If you go black, Snape will sure to love it."

"I don't know, Daphne. I still have the sets you helped me pick out before I haven't used yet. Why can't I just use that?"

"Because I want those to be used for your friskier nights or when you two really love each other and want to get wild." Daphne said no more and walked into the shop, Hermione following behind her with a bright blush on her face, grumbling about Daphne having absolutely no filter.

Before long, Hermione and Daphne were browsing the many hangers worth of lingerie, trying to find the brunette the perfect lingerie. Daphne herself was looking for something to entice Harry later, stopping and picking up a bit of red and black lace with a practically see through bra. Hermione kept searching, thinking to herself this was absolutely ridiculous and that she wasn't going to find anything that she would want, only to stop when her eyes landed on one. The lingerie that had caught her attention was a black lace bustier with garter straps, sheer lace thigh-high stockings that went with them and matching knickers. The bra had some extra padding to it, obviously to help give the breasts an extra life, only held up by single straps. As she looked at it, Hermione could envision herself wearing it, the outfit on her enticing Severus in the hopes he would make a move and take her. Oh, how she wanted him to do so if her private masturbation sessions told her anything.

Smiling to herself as she grabbed it, she couldn't help but think, This is the one. Severus Snape, you have no idea what you have in store.

Severus walked into Prince Manor later that evening, tilting his head as his neck cracked. It had been a long day while brewing back at Spinner's End, but he had been able to check in on his new and improved Fertility Potion with his clients and their Healer, and it seemed that the chances of them conceiving had risen from twenty percent up to ninety-five. The Healer had been flabbergasted while the couple had been beyond joyful, so much so that Severus had no doubt that at their next appointment, the wife would be pregnant.

He hung up his cloak and greeted Inka as he passed by her. Stopping momentarily, he asked, "Where is Hermione?" His wife did tend to wander off a lot in the manor and had gotten lost more times than needed counting.

Inka looked up at her master and answered, "Mistress Hermione be in Lord and Lady's room. Mistress Hermione retired for the night, Master Severus."

"Thank you, Inka." Severus wasn't surprised to hear that his wife had gone to bed already. It was rather late and there was no need for her to wait up for him to return home. Though, he had to admit that he had missed the brunette and truthfully wanted to spend more time with her. He didn't think he would, but he actually liked having Hermione around, even if how they came together hadn't been of their own doing. Not only did he like having her around and spending time with her, but he realized that he also liked her and it wasn't just the physical attraction, though that was definitely a perk. And he wanted nothing more than to be able to touch her again, the night of their consummation still going through his head. It was something that he wanted to do again, but knew that it more than likely wouldn't happen again. Then again, the Bloodline Restoration Act permitted them to birth heirs to the dying bloodline, which wouldn't happen so long as he and Hermione weren't having sex. At the rate they were going, the B.R.A. would have to light a fire under their arses just for them to make it happen, something he really didn't need them to do. Even so, longing for sex with Hermione and it actually happening were two different things.

Sighing softly, Severus climbed up the stairs to head to the bedroom he shared with Hermione, nodding to portraits as he passed by them along the wall. He continued walking to his room, going along the corridor until he finally reached it. He was a bit surprised to see light shining beneath the door, meaning his wife was still up or possibly had fallen asleep with a lantern burning. Silently, he opened the door and entered the bedroom.

Black eyes widened when the door suddenly slammed behind him, the lock clicking in place, before he was magically thrown onto the bed on his back, his wrists bound to the headboard by long pieces of cloth. Surprised by the suddenness of the actions, he turned his head towards his wife, his mouth set to ask her what in the name of Merlin did she think she was doing, only to stop short at the sight of her.

Hermione stood at the end of the large canopy bed, her wand held in hand and tapping it against her open palm. However, that wasn't what had his attention. No, it was what she was wearing that had him staring slack jawed at her. The brunette was wearing black lace lingerie, a bustier that lifted her perky breasts with matching knickers, and the bustier had garters that were attached thigh high sheer lace stockings, and her feet were resting in some black heels. Her usually curly hair was brushed out into long, voluminous waves and the small amount of makeup she had on her face accented her features, and her usually plump pink lips were painted red.

"Hermione?" Severus asked in surprise, not able to take his eyes off her.

"Mr. Snape," Hermione began. "It seems that you have been teasing me the past few days and doing so purposely with the knowledge I won't do anything about it."

Severus blinked. "I…"

"Well, I'd like to inform you that you are wrong and that I am going to do something about all of your teasing right now."

Hermione walked around the bed, her heels clicking on the floor as she did. She placed her wand on the nightstand before climbing onto the bed with Severus, standing on her knees while a hand reached out and grabbed the button up shirt Severus was wearing. She began pulling on it, intent on ripping it off him, but Severus's voice suddenly said, "Don't you dare."

Brown eyes looked at glaring black ones challengingly. Smirking, she tugged on the fabric until the buttons holding the shirt together popped off, flying everywhere. She pushed open the shirt, revealing his muscular chest and she bit her lip at the sexy chest hair decorating his chest. And his scars were added to his rugged handsomeness and sexiness. Moving closer to him, she straddled his waist and slid her hands down his chest, smiling when she heard her husband hiss under her gentle ministrations. As she was doing this, Severus could not believe the boldness of his wife. Where in the world had this come from? Not that he was complaining, it was like a dream come true honestly, but it seemed to come out of no where for him. Then again, this could have possibly been building up for her and she was deciding to take what she wanted from him, something he wasn't opposed to in the slightest.

However, Severus did find it a bit unfair that Hermione was touching him and he couldn't touch her, as she had his hands bound. He tugged on the restraints, testing the strength of them. They were tied tight, but he knew that if he pulled on them hard enough, they would snap. He was pulled out of his musings when the brunette moved off him, sliding down to concentrate on undoing his belt. Black eyes widened at what she was about to do, but then his eyes settled on her face. Though Hermione was being rather bold in what she was doing—obviously being sexy and pulling it off—he could see the blush painting her face, hidden by her hair falling into her face.

Smirking Severus thought, It seems her boldness can't hide her bashfulness.

Thinking it was time to take charge now, Severus tugged on the restraints until they snapped, the sound drawing his wife's attention and making her gasp at seeing him free. Sitting up, he reached out and grabbed her, quickly turning them over so she was lying on her back, him hovering over her. In a low, husky voice, Severus said, "I hope you didn't think you were going to be in charge here."

The brunette gasped softly before replying, "I was hoping to. You've been teasing me, and I wanted to teach you a lesson."

Chuckling, Severus slid his large hands down her sides before saying, "Interesting thought. I must confess I didn't think you would want to have intercourse again, so I'm surprised you are making it plain to me that you do. Though, the lingerie wasn't expected."

Hermione blushed at the mention of what she was wearing. "It wasn't my idea, but I thought it couldn't hurt."

"Ms. Greengrass?"

"Yes."

The Potions Master nodded before reaching down and undoing the garters on the brunette's leg, un-attaching them from the stockings she was wearing. He then took off his shirt, smirking more at Hermione's lust filled eyes. Bending down so his lips were by her ear, he whispered, "Let me show you how much I appreciate you wanting to take this next step."

Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. It should be illegal for a voice to sound so sexy. Thinking that Daphne had a good idea, Hermione knew that with how Severus was reacting to her bold move, she was going to have a rather enjoyable night.

The air was filled with moans, grunts, keens, and gasps before it was all replaced by pants. Hermione panted as she struggled to take in breaths that she felt she hadn't been able to take the entire time Severus had made her body sing. Her legs were quivering from the pleasure still coursing through her body from her release and she felt completely sated. Her closed eyes opened as she stared unfocusedly at the canopy above her head, her bare chest heaving as her panting began soon turned into slower, deeper breaths, her arms still wrapped around the strong, bare shoulders she had been holding onto. Severus himself was also trying to catch his breath from his position on top of the brunette, his face hidden in her neck, a hand still holding onto her waist. Their sweat covered bodies were warm from their coupling and they found that they didn't necessarily want to move from their current positions.

When he finally had his bearings, Severus lifted himself off the brunette, pulling out of her and groaning lowly as he did while Hermione let out a soft moan. He then flopped down on the bed next to her on the bed, turning over onto his back to stare at the canopy as well. Silence flowed between them for a moment before Hermione finally spoke saying, "That was…"

"Great?" Severus supplied.

"Amazing," Hermione said instead. She smiled and pushed some of her hair back, giggling before turning to face her husband. "Really amazing. Euphoric even."

Severus raised an eyebrow as he looked at the disheveled brunette. "Euphoric, you say? I suppose it was."

Hermione lightly slapped his chest in response, causing him to chuckle. Yes, he had to admit the sex had in fact been amazingly euphoric. It was good the first time despite the circumstances, though he was mostly focused on his wife being comfortable during her very first time. This time though, they both enjoyed it equally and it was everything he had hoped it would be. He smiled to himself as it finally dawned on him that he and Hermione had had sex again, and it was better than he had imagined. He was brought out of his thoughts when Hermione sat up slightly, looking down at him with bright brown eyes.

Looking up at her he asked, "Yes?"

She said nothing at first, but then she smiled sweetly down at him and said, "Thank you, Severus."

"Your…welcome." He had no idea why she was thanking him for sleeping with her, but he would let it go.

Hermione smiled and turned to pull back the sheets of their bed, climbing under them and lying her head on the pillow, her eyes trained on her husband. Severus looked at her in return, neither of them saying anything but simply wanting to look at each other. The witch smiled and held up the covers, silently inviting him under them with her. It was apparent she wasn't shy about her nakedness nor his and was comfortable enough to sleep naked beside of him. Severus climbed under the sheets with her, getting comfortable before taking his wand and waving it, Noxing the lanterns burning.

The wizard laid on his side, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, soon able to take in his wife's frame beside of him. She was quiet, her breathing low and even, and he figured she had fallen asleep. In a soft voice he said, "Goodnight Hermione."

He wasn't expecting a reply as he closed his own eyes to settle down to sleep but found himself smiling softly when he heard Hermione say in return, "Goodnight Severus. Pleasant dreams."

And pleasant dreams they both would have indeed.