A/N- Thanks for the reviews, and keep them coming!
Marisa Raven-I'm glad you like my story! Where shadows dwell and angels cry is probably my fav fic of all time!
Snape girl- Thanks for the offer of becoming my beta , I may call upon you in the future!
Kairi- Don't worry- I'm getting to the 'smutty goodness!'
Thanks to the rest of you!
Disclaimer- I'm still just playing in the Harry Potter world. I did not create it!
Chapter 5- The morning after!
Breakfast time in the great hall.
Quite a few teachers and students nursing gigantic hang overs.
Once Severus had met the demands of his famous hang over cure potion, which he brewed the previous evening knowingly, he faced his breakfast.
A hush descended as the headmaster rose.
"I have a special announcement to make. On the 14th February, we will be having a very special competition. Hogwarts will bear witness to it's first Karaoke competition! The prize will be 500 galleons!"
Severus chocked on his black coffee! Luckily it was muffled against all the cheers!
"However, it will only be open to 7th year students!"
"awwwww!" cried Ginny Weasley!
"The Goblet of fire has been modified for this event, so if those who wish to compete could put their name into the fire, and I will announce their names a week today. In the mean time, enjoy your breakfasts!"
Whilst everyone was chatting about who should enter, and Severus was shooting deadly glares over to the head master, Hermione contemplated the idea. She knew full well she had an amazing voice, and she stood a really good chance. But she was not convinced that she should enter.
She felt embarrassed. She remembered the way her potions master has glared at her last night. He was not impressed with her voice at all.
Why was she bothered though?
She knew full well why. His opinion mattered. He mattered. But why?
She dared to look up.
He was glaring at her.
She put her head down in shame.
He watched her intently.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not see her in an unflattering light.
She had the voice of an angel, and he hoped that she would enter the competition. He was sure the money would be of some use to her.
Some how he sensed that she would not enter lightly though.
"Mionie, Mionie are you gonna enter or what? Asked Ron with a gob full of toast!
"Of course not Ron you pleb! I'll be far too busy studying! In case you two have forgotten,
we have final exams in less than 6 months, exams which will determine our whole future, and…"
"MIONIE JUST ENTER IT!" Harry and Ron blasted in unison.
"It's not like you have to practice, you just put the book down, and walk onto the stage, sing your cute liddle arse off, step down off the stage, and I will happily hold your book for you!"
"Ok, ok, no need to shout, I'll enter!"
5 minutes later. Her name was in the Goblet and they were heading towards Hogsmead for a day of fun!
The day passed, uneventfully. Apart from Neville transfiguring poor Trevor into a rather nice
green handbag.
After dinner, Hermione went back to her dorm to get ready for her detention with Snape.
She was feeling a mixture of nervous and excitement. It seemed every time she had an encounter with Snape, she got quite 'inspired'!
She showered and changed, and made her way to the dungeons.
The door was ajar, and she could see that Snape was sat at his desk.
She knocked timidly on the door.
"Enter." came the monotone reply.
She walked into the room, and up to his desk.
"Sit."… she complied.
"Now Miss Granger. As you can see, I am extremely busy, and I do not wish for you to disturb me.
Please begin scrubbing the tables and chairs…. No magic!"
"Yes Professor Snape." Hermione took off her cloak, rolled her sleeves up and went to the sink to get her hot water and scrubbing brush.
He watched her. Whilst her back was turned he decided that those large robes did not to justice to her beautiful feminine curves.
Mentally smacking himself, he cracked on with his work.
As Hermione finished her work, nearly 4 hours later, she approached his desk.
She found he was pouring over muggle news papers.
"Professor, I have finished."
"Very well Miss Granger, but before you leave, one last thing."
"Yes Professor?"
"Do you by any chance know who had a number 1 single with I will always love you?"
"Well, erm yes Professor it was a lady called Whitney Huston, may I ask why?" she blushed slightly, knowing that he had heard her sing that song.
"Cross word puzzle, thank you Miss Granger, your knowledge of muggle music is more extensive than mine You may go."
"Thank you Professor, Good night."
"Good night Miss Granger."
Hermione giggled all the way back to her room.
Snape! Sat doing the cross word in The Daily Mirror! Classic!
Completely exhausted from her detention, she climbed into bed, and slept.
Back in the dungeons, Snape was retiring for the evening.
He stood to leave his office, when something caught his eye.
It was Hermione's cloak. 'The silly witch left it.'
As he picked it up, and pulled it to the end of the class room where all the cloak racks where, he first felt it.
His senses were alight.
He smelt her.
She smelt of sweet honey and rose buds.
The cloak itself was black velvet. Reminding him of the stage on which he first heard her sing.
He allowed himself to bury his face in it, and revel in her sent.
He had noticed tonight her strong features, and her golden locks. How much they complimented her.
She truly was an angel.
He shrugged the cloak off of himself, and threw it to the ground.
How dare he allow himself to think of a student like that!
He decided a cold shower would do the trick. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, that was why he felt so attracted the Hermione these last few days, after all, any hole's a goal, eh?
He decided to indulge himself.
As he climbed into bed that night, naked still smelling Hermione's cloak, his hands roamed free over his member, imagining it to be her hands. Those beautiful hands. Soft and sweet. He allowed himself to imagine her mouth.
He closed his eyes, revelling in her scent.
He was sat on his office chair, she was between his legs, licking all the way up to his balls. Teasing him relentlessly before finally taking him in his mouth.
She was sucking and licking and kissing him all over before getting down to business.
Finally she let him pour himself into her mouth. He groaned in ecstasy as his own orgasm hit.
The last word he muttered before falling into a peaceful slumber were "..Hermione.."
He was wrapped in her cloak all night.
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Marisa Raven-I'm glad you like my story! Where shadows dwell and angels cry is probably my fav fic of all time!
Snape girl- Thanks for the offer of becoming my beta , I may call upon you in the future!
Kairi- Don't worry- I'm getting to the 'smutty goodness!'
Thanks to the rest of you!
Disclaimer- I'm still just playing in the Harry Potter world. I did not create it!
Chapter 5- The morning after!
Breakfast time in the great hall.
Quite a few teachers and students nursing gigantic hang overs.
Once Severus had met the demands of his famous hang over cure potion, which he brewed the previous evening knowingly, he faced his breakfast.
A hush descended as the headmaster rose.
"I have a special announcement to make. On the 14th February, we will be having a very special competition. Hogwarts will bear witness to it's first Karaoke competition! The prize will be 500 galleons!"
Severus chocked on his black coffee! Luckily it was muffled against all the cheers!
"However, it will only be open to 7th year students!"
"awwwww!" cried Ginny Weasley!
"The Goblet of fire has been modified for this event, so if those who wish to compete could put their name into the fire, and I will announce their names a week today. In the mean time, enjoy your breakfasts!"
Whilst everyone was chatting about who should enter, and Severus was shooting deadly glares over to the head master, Hermione contemplated the idea. She knew full well she had an amazing voice, and she stood a really good chance. But she was not convinced that she should enter.
She felt embarrassed. She remembered the way her potions master has glared at her last night. He was not impressed with her voice at all.
Why was she bothered though?
She knew full well why. His opinion mattered. He mattered. But why?
She dared to look up.
He was glaring at her.
She put her head down in shame.
He watched her intently.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not see her in an unflattering light.
She had the voice of an angel, and he hoped that she would enter the competition. He was sure the money would be of some use to her.
Some how he sensed that she would not enter lightly though.
"Mionie, Mionie are you gonna enter or what? Asked Ron with a gob full of toast!
"Of course not Ron you pleb! I'll be far too busy studying! In case you two have forgotten,
we have final exams in less than 6 months, exams which will determine our whole future, and…"
"MIONIE JUST ENTER IT!" Harry and Ron blasted in unison.
"It's not like you have to practice, you just put the book down, and walk onto the stage, sing your cute liddle arse off, step down off the stage, and I will happily hold your book for you!"
"Ok, ok, no need to shout, I'll enter!"
5 minutes later. Her name was in the Goblet and they were heading towards Hogsmead for a day of fun!
The day passed, uneventfully. Apart from Neville transfiguring poor Trevor into a rather nice
green handbag.
After dinner, Hermione went back to her dorm to get ready for her detention with Snape.
She was feeling a mixture of nervous and excitement. It seemed every time she had an encounter with Snape, she got quite 'inspired'!
She showered and changed, and made her way to the dungeons.
The door was ajar, and she could see that Snape was sat at his desk.
She knocked timidly on the door.
"Enter." came the monotone reply.
She walked into the room, and up to his desk.
"Sit."… she complied.
"Now Miss Granger. As you can see, I am extremely busy, and I do not wish for you to disturb me.
Please begin scrubbing the tables and chairs…. No magic!"
"Yes Professor Snape." Hermione took off her cloak, rolled her sleeves up and went to the sink to get her hot water and scrubbing brush.
He watched her. Whilst her back was turned he decided that those large robes did not to justice to her beautiful feminine curves.
Mentally smacking himself, he cracked on with his work.
As Hermione finished her work, nearly 4 hours later, she approached his desk.
She found he was pouring over muggle news papers.
"Professor, I have finished."
"Very well Miss Granger, but before you leave, one last thing."
"Yes Professor?"
"Do you by any chance know who had a number 1 single with I will always love you?"
"Well, erm yes Professor it was a lady called Whitney Huston, may I ask why?" she blushed slightly, knowing that he had heard her sing that song.
"Cross word puzzle, thank you Miss Granger, your knowledge of muggle music is more extensive than mine You may go."
"Thank you Professor, Good night."
"Good night Miss Granger."
Hermione giggled all the way back to her room.
Snape! Sat doing the cross word in The Daily Mirror! Classic!
Completely exhausted from her detention, she climbed into bed, and slept.
Back in the dungeons, Snape was retiring for the evening.
He stood to leave his office, when something caught his eye.
It was Hermione's cloak. 'The silly witch left it.'
As he picked it up, and pulled it to the end of the class room where all the cloak racks where, he first felt it.
His senses were alight.
He smelt her.
She smelt of sweet honey and rose buds.
The cloak itself was black velvet. Reminding him of the stage on which he first heard her sing.
He allowed himself to bury his face in it, and revel in her sent.
He had noticed tonight her strong features, and her golden locks. How much they complimented her.
She truly was an angel.
He shrugged the cloak off of himself, and threw it to the ground.
How dare he allow himself to think of a student like that!
He decided a cold shower would do the trick. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, that was why he felt so attracted the Hermione these last few days, after all, any hole's a goal, eh?
He decided to indulge himself.
As he climbed into bed that night, naked still smelling Hermione's cloak, his hands roamed free over his member, imagining it to be her hands. Those beautiful hands. Soft and sweet. He allowed himself to imagine her mouth.
He closed his eyes, revelling in her scent.
He was sat on his office chair, she was between his legs, licking all the way up to his balls. Teasing him relentlessly before finally taking him in his mouth.
She was sucking and licking and kissing him all over before getting down to business.
Finally she let him pour himself into her mouth. He groaned in ecstasy as his own orgasm hit.
The last word he muttered before falling into a peaceful slumber were "..Hermione.."
He was wrapped in her cloak all night.
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