"I wasn't going to say anything," Snape said back pouring another glass of whiskey.
He sat down at a table that was near by, and to his surprise Hermione joined him. His first impressions of this girl, when she arrived at Hogwarts at the age of eleven had not been good. He considered her to be far too sure of herself, the sort of person a class depended on. They knew she would answer the questions so they didn't bother to learn the answers, and she let them do it and it annoyed him. He had made sure she never did it in his class though. He scared her out of ever answering questions and therefor the rest of the class had to know the answers.
He did however think she was extremely intelligent and in her last year rather beautiful. It wasn't often that a girl as young as she was in her seventh year would interest him, but ever so often there was one that would seem so mature and attractive that he couldn't help the odd lustful thought. It was hard not to when newly developed girls were walking around giving off pheromones and doing their damnedest to attract the opposite sex.
Hermione Granger had been one of these girls, women, whatever. Women sounded better, made him sound less like a Paedophile. Anyway she was certainly a woman now, that shirt showed that.
He found that he was staring at her breasts and had to quickly avert his eyes. It was best not to give the poor woman the impression that he was a pervert.
"So," he said feeling the need to strike up a conversation after he nearly got caught looking at her breasts, "what have you been up to?"
"Oh, nothing much, working as a lecturer for Wizards training to be become Auror's," Hermione said taking a swig of her drink. "I gave up being an Auror after the war."
"Which University do you work for?" Snape asked.
"None, I'm free lance," she replied.
"Free lance?" He said impressed. "You must be good."
"I am," Hermione said then laughed. "How arrogant do I sound."
"Very, but don't worry I'm hardly one to judge." Hermione smiled. She couldn't believe she was having a decent conversation with this man. "Do you know, that this is the second engagement party I've been to this week, everybody's getting married."
"Who was the other one for?" Hermione asked.
"My cousin Luka from Italy," he replied with a scowl, "they had ultra violet lights, I hate those, I glow a funny colour." Hermione laughed and nearly spat her drink everywhere and was pleased to see the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly. He couldn't help notice how attractive she looked when she was laughing, well more attractive than usual. She had looked very unhappy when her husband had left rather abruptly, silly, stupid man. If he had this woman as his wife he wouldn't leave her side at a party like this, with over sexed single men on the look out for a pretty woman. He knew they were at this party, he was one of them.
"I'm saying nothing," she said still laughing.
"No go on say it, I don't mind. I look almost yellow," he said examining the skin in his elegant hands. Hermione admired them for a second, perhaps a second longer than she should have done.
"It's just a lack of vitamin D all you need is…" He cut her off.
"Don't say it, don't say all I need is a holiday in the sun. Poppy's always saying that to me." Hermione was worried for a moment that she had offended him. He recognised her worry and gave her a small smile. She smiled in response. There was something about him that was different from how she remembered him at school. His eyes didn't seem as cold and dead as they had done; maybe it was her imagination. She was sexually frustrated and to suddenly run into the object of her schoolgirl desires was a big shock to the system.
"Erm I don't quite know how to say this but, erm." Snape looked amused at her lack of articulation. "It's just you seem a lot different than you did at school."
"Of course I do. Are you the same at work as you are at home?" He asked. Hermione thought about this.
"No," she said shaking her head.
"Well then why should I be." He took a sip of his drink and continued. "I mean I still have quite a short temper, all ways have done so that will never change. I used to be a lot worse but I really can't be bothered any more, it takes so much effort to be bitter and twisted. Besides, I have nothing to be bitter about, my past is behind me now I have moved on." Hermione smiled again, realising that she had smiled more today than she had done for months. She was pleased that he had found happiness in his new post war life. If anyone deserved it, he did. They looked at each other, both feeling the same kind of tension neither wanting to break it.
"Hermione!" Came a voice that broke the tension making both of them jump. It was Ron, hot and sweaty from dancing, his red hair clinging to his head. Snape scowled slightly, far more diminished than the one he used at school but a scowl none the less. Hermione shivered at this, she'd found that quite sexy at school. Her and her Ravenclaw friend had laughed about their fantasies on many occasions.
"Come and dance with me!" He said breathlessly as he ran up beside her. "Hello," he said to the professor who nodded back in reply. "Come on come and dance." He pulled her to her feet.
"Excuse me, I'll have to dance or he'll be on at me all night," Hermione said to Snape who nodded in understanding.
He sat there watching the beautiful woman being dragged around the dance floor by Ron Weasley.
"Hey!" Someone said patting his shoulder. Then two men dragged two chairs so they could sit either side of him. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat down both breathless from dancing and smelling of alcohol.
War does funny things to people, it creates friendships that would never have been formed but once they had would be hard to break. These three men had been forced to put aside their differences to help with the cause and, although they fought a great deal in the first few years still do even now, trust began to form between them and soon they became reliant on one another. It was a hard bond to break once it had been made, despite how much they annoyed each other.
"Do you realise," Sirius slurred into Snape's ear, "that you have been talking to the most beautiful woman in this building, with the exception of that on there," he said pointing to a blonde, elegant woman who walked past and winked at the three men. They all stared for a while and then remembered the conversation they'd been having. "A very beautiful woman who seemed to be flirting with you and you didn't ask her to dance."
"She wasn't flirting with me, she's a married woman or had you forgotten?" Sirius thought about this for a moment, the alcohol had slowed down his brain function.
"Oh yeah, where is the irritating little Muggle?" Sirius asked looking around for Greg. It was no secret that Sirius didn't like Greg, he found him boring, annoying and nowhere near good enough for Hermione.
"He left," Snape said, "has an early meeting tomorrow." Remus snorted.
"He was only here five minutes, what an idiot." Remus shared his friends dislike of Greg Layton.
"Did you bring that woman you were seeing, what was her name?" Sirius asked Snape struggling to focus on anything.
"Angela and no, we finished. There was never anything real between us anyway," Snape replied watching Hermione dance with her red headed friend.
"Just sex hey?" Remus asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah," Snape replied.
"She wasn't the sort you could talk to was she," Sirius said. "Not like Hermione."
"She is very intelligent and interesting."
"And sexy," Remus cut in. "Oh come on we know you fancy her."
Hermione looked over to where she had been sitting and saw that Sirius and Remus had joined Snape at the table. She couldn't help noticing what an attractive, rather erotic picture the three of them made. She had always thought that Sirius was handsome with his black curly hair and gorgeous brown eyes. Remus was the shy cute one with his messy unkempt appearance, and Snape; he would be her first choice with his sensual voice and elegant hands and sexy scowl. She smiled to herself, she had a weakness for older men, Viktor had been older than she was and Greg was by about eight years.
"You always used to fancy him!" Ron shouted over the music, noticing where Hermione was looking. "He's just split up with his girlfriend, why don't you go for it?" She looked shocked at her friend.
"I'm married, remember?" Ron rolled his eyes and they carried in dancing.
"So do you think I should ask her to dance?" Snape asked his two companions.
"Yes, I think you should," Remus replied taking a swig of his drink.
"Yeah, show her what a real Wizard's got instead of the stupid Muggle she's married to," Sirius said sneering at the thought of Greg Layton.
"Why don't you show her what a real Wizard's got?" Snape said to Sirius taking his drink off him and setting it down on the table, feeling that he'd had enough. Sirius frowned at his loss of drink but soon forgot about it.
"Because my friend, you are the one she was flirting with."
"No arguing with him on that one, Sev," Remus chimed in picking up Sirius' discarded drink and downing it in one. Snape scowled, the two of them had called him that ever since they'd heard his mother call it him.
"Don't call me that," he snapped and they both giggled like school children.
"Come on Sev ask her to dance," Sirius said laughing.
"Yeah Sev come on."
"If I do it will you stop calling me that?" The two men nodded, as they were unable to stop laughing. "All right, I'll ask her when the next song comes on."
Sirius and Remus patted him on the shoulder and left whispering to each other.
Harry was sitting at a table talking to Draco. Remus and Sirius walked over to them, both chatting intently to each other and giggling.
"Harry, Draco come here, we've got a good idea," Sirius said and they dragged the two younger men off their chairs.
When the song had finished Ron finally let go of Hermione both were laughing at the manic way they had been dancing. Hermione said she was going to get a drink and Ron walked over to Harry and Sirius who were motioning him to come over to them.
As Hermione walked back to where she had been sitting and downed the rest of her drink feeling light headed. Snape took a large swig of his drink and stood up.
"Miss Layton," he started but she cut him off.
"Please call me Hermione, I'm sick of that name." The alcohol she had been drinking brought out the truth. She didn't want to be a married woman to this man. Ron was right, she fancied him, more than she had ever fancied hr husband, and right now she was seriously considering sleeping with him. Assuming that he wanted to.
"All right Hermione, would you like to dance?" He asked and held his breath waiting for a reply. To his relief she smiled.
"I'd be happy to, Severus." He was startled, hearing her say his name like that, but he had to admit she made the name sound good. Hermione had enjoyed saying it as well, she had called him that privately to herself since her seventh year.
He took her hand just as a song was starting. It was a slow, romantic song, the sort he despised. He looked over at Sirius and the others; they were standing by the sound system. He shot them an evil look and they gave him a cheesy smile and waved at him. They laughed at the glare he gave them. It was a set up.
He went through with the dance, even though he was set up, and even though it was making him uncomfortably hot.
Hermione was enjoying the dance. Ron had been sweaty from dancing far too much, but Severus had only just started dancing and he smelled wonderful. He smelled expensive. He was warm as well, that was something she hadn't expected, but now it seemed ridiculous to think otherwise, he was human, all humans are warm. She had always imagined that he would feel strong, and that she would feel almost protected in his embrace and she was right. It was the primitive female side of her that swooned over the proof of his strength, and that side seemed to be dominating the situation. She was feeling light-headed being in such close contact and she was becoming very aroused.
Severus leaned forward slightly so he could smell her hair. It smelled of strawberries and something else that he couldn't quite place, very feminine, very arousing. Wow it was getting hot in the room, his trousers were becoming far too tight and it felt like his stomach was doing somersaults. He groaned slightly and Hermione looked up at him.
"Are you all right?" She asked, concerned. He smiled down at her.
"Fine, I'm fine," he replied his voice weaker than it had been.
"You smell great," Hermione said then wishing she hadn't. Damn the alcohol. Severus chuckled slightly, the deep sound vibrated through her making her shiver, turning her on even more.
"Cold?" Severus asked, feeling stupid after asking that, of course she wasn't cold, it's bloody boiling in here.
"No not quite," she said looking up at him, into those dark unreadable eyes of his. They didn't seem expressionless like they did usually, but she still couldn't read them. There was an emotion in them that she recognised but couldn't quite place.
That tension was back again, and it was stronger now, making there skin tingle where they were in contact. Severus looked into her eyes and saw what looked like arousal. Maybe Sirius had been right, maybe she had been flirting with him. She pressed herself against him and rested her head on his chest. Severus could feel the curves of her body, very female curves, that he always found attractive in women. He was trying to keep himself in check, thinking about cold showers so as to avoid any embarrassing incidents. But alas his brain was under the influence of alcohol so his thoughts kept getting dragged back, kicking and screaming to the wonderfully arousing woman in his arms.
The song ended and they walked off the dance floor together. She picked up a drink and downed it straight away; she was thirsty because of all the dancing but the alcohol would not help. She felt too hot; she needed to get some fresh air.
"I need some air," she said smiling at Severus. She walked out and he followed her, pulling his jacket off the back of his chair.
Sirius nudged Remus as Hermione and Severus left the room. Remus gave his friend a cheeky smile and they both shook hands to congratulate each other, before going off to sort out their own love lives.
Outside Hermione shivered as the cold night air hit her heated skin, cooling her almost instantly. She heard Severus step out of the house with her and she turned to him and smiled. He smiled back and she shivered again, this time though it was because of that smile, that rarely seen, devastatingly handsome smile. Her knees became weaker and she was debating whether to lean on him, desperate to be closer to him, to inhale that beautiful scent, feel the body that was hidden by his mysterious black clothing.
He saw her shiver and put it down to the chilly night air so he draped his jacket over her shoulders. She thanked him and put her arms through the sleeves, laughing at how big it looked on her.
She walked towards Severus and pressed herself up against him like she had done earlier, moulding her body to his in the same way, only this time there was no music, no reason why she should do this unless she wanted him. The alcohol had almost killed his conscience and he put out of mind all thought of her being married to someone else, and pressed his lips to hers, slowly wanting to savour the amazing feeling he knew was going to accompany this kiss.
She closed her eyes, revelling in the wonderful sensations that shot through her. The sensations that Greg never gave her, never had given her, in all the years they'd been married. His lips were firm but the skin on them was soft, the kiss felt wonderful but she wanted so much more. Her lips were plump and coated with lip-gloss that tasted like vanilla. Their lips moved against each other, creating a wonderful friction that was sending them higher and higher into a state of bliss
She pressed herself harder to him and was now close enough to feel the evidence of his arousal against her stomach. She was so excited by the thought that he did actually want her. this man that she had fantasised about for so long actually wanted her as much as she wanted him.
As her body came into contact with this very sensitive area he groaned softly making her feel even more aroused. Greg's lack of enthusiasm where sex was concerned made her feel insecure about her own attractiveness, but now those feelings were erased and replaced by a feeling of power, the power of her own sexuality. This man who had done nothing more than dance with her and kiss her had made her feel like a woman again, a desirable woman. The feeling was overwhelming and it was completely consuming her making her want this man more every second.
The kiss deepened and their tongues met, making the kiss more passionate. It was getting hotter every second and her arms found their way around him, her fingers twisting through the short hairs on the back of his neck. His hands were on her waist and she felt the heat radiating from them. But his hands didn't stay there long, they moved down so they were resting on her buttocks pulling her closer to him still.
He pulled away slowly but continued to kiss down the column of her throat. She arched her back offering her breasts to him, and who was he to refuse? He dragged his hands slowly over her hips, up her sides then to her breasts. She shivered with the sensations that this caused and then gasped as his warm hands cupped her breasts.
"Hermione," he whispered in her ear making her moan at the feeling of his hot breath. That voice could send off into orgasm all by itself. "This is perhaps not the best place to do this." She couldn't agree more.
She led him back into the house and up crooked staircase. She opened the door to the nearest room and was glad to see it was a bedroom, but the way she felt right now he could have taken her against the wall outside and she'd be happy. It was dark in the room, the only light was a storm light outside that was coming though the window.
The door closed behind him and she locked it making sure some drunken person needing somewhere to collapse wouldn't disturb them.
He took her back up in his arms and kissed her passionately, the kiss outside paled in comparison to this one. She worked on the buttons of his shirt eventually losing her patience and ripping the last few off. He chuckled at her eagerness and hoped that after all this he wouldn't disappoint her. He hadn't had any problems in the past but he'd had quite a bit to drink, he didn't want to disappoint her or embarrass himself. The silk shirt slid off his shoulders and down to the floor.
He clicked his fingers and the buttons to her shirt fell off and clattered to the floor. She looked up at him in surprise and admiration and he gave a smug smile. Sirius had told him to show her what a real Wizard's got. He really hadn't needed to click his fingers, just concentrate, not easy after drinking some much alcohol, but that didn't look as good. He repeated this and her skirt fell to the floor joining her shirt.
Hermione felt embarrassed. She always felt this way when taking her clothes of. Clothes could hide a less than perfect figure but when she was naked she was exposed in more ways than one. He didn't say anything though, and his facial expression definitely didn't show disgust or repulsion. On the contrary his eyes sparkled so much more as he stared down at her body.
He could not see her very well but the silhouette of her figure looked very alluring. He could see her apprehension however, so he sat down on the edge of the queen size bed and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling his hips, so she could feel the effect her body had on him. She felt it and felt so much more confident, also so much more aroused. He kissed her passionately while he reached round for the catch of her bra. The room was dark so Hermione thought he wouldn't be able to undo it but she was very wrong, he had it undone in no time at all and it slid down her arms. I was obvious that he was quite well practised at this, but that was good, she wanted to be shown what it could be like.
"You are beautiful," he said in that voice that made her shiver. She smiled at the compliment and ran her fingers through his hair making him shiver.
He kissed her breasts while his fingers stroked up and down her spine and she moaned loudly in arousal; she hadn't felt like this in ages, and never with Greg. Everywhere on her body seemed to come alive and she was suddenly aware of parts she didn't know she had.
He rolled her over so she was lying on her back and stood up to take his trousers off. She lay back and watched him, noticing how comfortable he was undressing. She watched as he removed his shoes, socks, trousers and whatever underwear he was wearing, she couldn't see because it was so dark, but she imagined it would be black whatever it was.
He came back to lie next to her and began to pull her underwear off adding them to the pile of their clothes that were collecting on the floor. He did this so slowly that it frustrated her and she moaned to show him her frustration. He chuckled but carried on at the same pace. Kissing her once more he positioned himself between her thighs and she began to explore his body with her hands. She ran her hot hands over his back and over his shoulders, running over his chest. She couldn't see him but she didn't mind, the darkness had heightened their other senses and it increased the pleasure they were feeling. She felt the muscles that lay beneath the heated skin and moaned at how firm his body felt in comparison to Greg's which was skinny from under eating and over working. She reached even further down and felt his erection, his hips bucked involuntarily. She smiled at the feel and the length trying not to think of Greg, he was nothing like Severus.
'Especially not there,' she thought acidly about her husband.
But any thought of Greg flew out of her mind when Severus reached down with his hand and began to check how ready she was, not thinking he could control himself any longer.
"Shit," he swore when he felt how wet she was, knowing now that he couldn't control himself.
He brought her legs up so they could wrap around his waist and he thrust forward gently. He had intended to be quite gentle but that wasn't what she wanted and she thrust her hips forward and he slid in completely and they both cried out.
He abandoned his slow pace and began to thrust forcefully making her moan loudly, and even he couldn't stop the groans that were emanating from him as the pleasure increased.
Hermione was saying all sorts of things between the cries of delight, complimentary, arousing things that took them both higher and higher, until they both cried out in release trying to muffle the sounds with kisses.
When they finally came down from the dizzying height they had both reached they just lay there both breathing heavily from the exertion. He rolled off her and lay on his back as she rolled over too and threw her arm over his waist resting her head on his chest feeling tired and slightly dizzy. They both fell asleep feeling sated and happy, both smiling.
