A Trip To Fantasy Island
disclaimer: AS ALWAYS NONE OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THE HARRY POTTER SERIES BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO JK ROWLING. ALSO FANTASY ISLAND, MR. ROURKE AND TATOO ARE NOT MINE EITHER. I'M NOT SURE WHO THEY BELONG TO, JUST NOT TO ME.
"Zee plane.zee plane," Tattoo yelled, as he jumped up and down. He was barely able to contain his glee at the sight of the new guests about to arrive on the hydroplane landing in the lagoon. Standing next to the miniature man (I always wondered if he might have been some sort of halfling) was his complete opposite. Towering over Tattoo stood Mr. Rourke, grinning with open arms to welcome his guests as they staggered off the plane.
One by one the couples approached the man all in white. Extending both hands, Mr. Rourke clasped those of the very ancient but equally grinning wizard. "Welcome cousin Albus, it has been too long!" Rourke intoned with a curiously familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Yes it has.and I am grateful to you for allowing my little party to use your truly wonderful island, it has made the offer of the trip that much -- simpler," sighed the Headmaster.
"Oh not at all, Albus, and now let me say welcome.......to Fantasy Island!"
After winning Professor Snape from the auction, Hermione was thrilled to hear the Headmaster mention that she would get to go on a trip to a tropical island of her choosing. She knew exactly where she wanted to go to. Although she had only seen re-runs as a little girl, she had always been curious about Fantasy Island, the island where dreams come true. Immediately, Hermione headed towards Dumbledore with her irate Potions Master in tow. " Release him indeed, not bloody likely," thought Hermione " not when I have a chance to make one of my dreams come true."
"Headmaster?" Hermione called as she realized he was about to disappear. Stopping, Albus Dumbledore turned and gave the unlikely couple his complete attention. Immediately the Headmaster caught sight of the silk cord binding Professor Snape to Hermione and he had to stifle a laugh. Trying to pay attention to the girl he couldn't help but muse that he had been correct about her feelings for his friend. He decided to continue to facilitate the union any way that he could. After all, Severus needed her as much she obviously wanted him.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Well, you mentioned a trip.erm." (Remain calm. Breathe.)
"Yes." His eyes twinkling, the Headmaster tried to stifle a chuckle as he watched the discomfort become very visible on his unwitting Potions Master's face.
"Erm.well. I was wondering if you knew of a certain island.Well, you see there was this muggle program that I used to watch when I was younger..Fantasy Island was its name.and I had hoped that maybe...you would know if indeed it did exist?" Sputtering, Hermione tried to control the blush that was threatening to creep up her cheeks. Looking up, she tried not to fidget under the amused stare the Headmaster wore on his face who had obviously noticed the silk cord that she was protectively clutching in her hands.
Severus in the meantime had been carefully avoiding the obvious stares of some of his colleagues, namely one Minerva McGonagall, who had decided to come and get a better look at him. "Damn Miss Granger," thought Snape "as if to add insult to injury, she's placed a magical silk cord on me that won't come off until she deems it necessary. Sometimes I wonder why she wasn't placed in Slytherin House with the way she's been acting tonight."
Literally jerked out of his private thoughts, Hermione was jumping up and down excitedly as the words that she was saying registered in his brain, ".Fantasy Island. I knew it was real.Oh Headmaster do you really think he would say yes."
"Wait.a. minute. FANTASY ISLAND!!!! Merlins balls anything can happen on that blasted island." Standing dumbly behind Miss Granger, Professor Severus Snape felt mounting apprehension as his fate was openly discussed before him.
"Yes Miss Granger, I think that is a fine idea. Indeed I think that I shall see if any of the other couples would like to join us. Of course, that is if Minerva would care to join me for a bit of R&R?" turning to McGonagall as he said this.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," grinned Professor McGonagall as she eyed Snape, who was showing signs of worry and trying not to fidget with his leash.
Bound by contract and unfortunately, a ridiculously resilient thin cord, Severus Snape found himself nearly crawling off that rattling death trap that muggles had the audacity to call a flying machine. Things were made all the worse when he learned that due to its hidden location, Dumbledore was the only person who knew its location. That and the fact that the Headmaster wanted to actually fly the plane to see what it was like. (Ugh, aeroplanes are awful things.a broomstick, now that is the way to fly.) Barely managing to hold down his lunch, Severus squinted his eyes as he turned to look around. Assaulted by the brightness and scents of this unplottable island, Snape could no longer keep the nausea at bay. Promising himself that he would never get on an aeroplane ever again, he proceeded to follow Hermione as they were guided to their very own cabana.
Upon entering the room, Hermione turned towards Professor Snape and removed the silk cord before closing the door. Looking up at him she could see the relief flood his normally rigid features. Not wanting to let him completely relax, yet wanting him to be acutely aware of her intentions, she advanced on him like a lioness stalking her prey. Gazing up into his eyes she whispered demurely, "Don't worry Professor, I wasn't intending to keep you on a leash the entire time. I just wanted to make sure you didn't try to escape before I had a chance to explain myself. You see, my dear Potions Master, I am of age, very much a woman and I just want you to notice me as such. Now I am willing to give you a sporting chance, after all, where would the fun be without the challenge. I feel that by the end of this weekend you just might find your opinion of me changed for the better, and no longer see me as that little know-it-all Gryfindor." Hermione noticed that she had backed the professor up all the way to the bed. Smirking, she threw the cord down on the bed and with a glance up towards Snape, she turned towards the bathroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Hermione turned again and locked eyes with Severus. She let out a soft, sultry, little laugh..and then lifting her eyebrow and tilting her head to indicate the cord, she said, "Oh, by the way, I'm sure we can find better use for that later." After which she closed the door, leaving a very aroused yet confused Severus Snape.
(Merlin's balls! Just on the other side of that door is a girl. No.a young woman, that is very intent on getting to me and is she ever. I haven't felt like this in a long time, but I shouldn't be feeling like this over a student, that much I am sure of. I've got to get off this island! I don't know how much longer I will be able to restrain myself. She certainly is not behaving how I expected Hogwart's finest mind of the decade to behave. Miss Granger can't be serious about this. Hmm.Mr. Rourke. I'll insist that he get me off this dreadful place.) Stealthily, the Head of Slytherin slipped out of the room to run straight into Dumbledore. "Merlins beard, what on earth was the old man wearing," thought Snape out loud looking aghast. Snape's comment caught Minerva off guard to which she laughingly replied, "Why Severus, surely you have seen a Speedo before?"
"Alas Minerva, we've rendered Professor Snape speechless," then turning to Snape Dumbledore continued, "come now Severus, close your mouth." Snape immediately tried to compose himself while staring at the school of minnows that were racing about the Headmaster's hips. He was attempting to divert his gaze when he found the alternative of Minerva's suit just as distracting. Minerva McGonagall was sporting a suit of interlocking star fish that kept trying to move, revealing more than Professor Snape had ever wanted to see of his esteemed colleague. "Severus do try to enjoy yourself." Dumbledore went on, "I do believe you signed a contract stating devoted attention to its owner."
Harnessing some of his patented reserve, Severus tried to reason with his obviously addled superior, "Headmaster, you can't be serious, she is still a student and I can't possibly be hearing what I think you are implying," but Snape couldn't continue before the Headmaster cut him off.
"Severus, I couldn't think of anyone else to suit you better, besides which there is no rule disallowing such a liaison, so long as both are willing and of age." Standing amused, the Headmaster turned his twinkling blue eyes on his companion and with a nod and a wink the two professors strolled arm and arm towards the lagoon.
Meanwhile, back in the room, Hermione stood in front of the mirror and stared at the tankini her mother had purchased for her. She could still hear her mother's voice when she gave it to her last summer, "Hermione dear, a girl should not allow too much skin to show-- it isn't decent and besides sweety, you wouldn't want a nasty sunburn in some of those more delicate areas now would you?" She had said this with a knowing look in her eyes. Well mother, with the right charm a sunburn is easily handled, anyway how else will I get a particular someone to notice me if I wear something so unflatteringly boyish. Without a second thought to the matter, Hermione grabbed her wand and promptly transfigured the offending tankini into an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini that she was sure Severus had never seen before. Pleased with her now scantily clad reflection gazing back at her from a whistling mirror, she picked up her mesh bag that carried her beach essentials and donned her straw hat, put on her stacked slip on sandals and then headed out the door to find Professor Snape.
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After the confrontation with his colleagues, Snape had set out to find the elusive Mr. Rourke. Determined to not see Dumbledore in a Speedo any longer than was necessary, he headed toward the dock where he had arrived. He had hoped to find a shop or bureau where he could make arrangements to leave as soon as was physically possible. If only he could apparate. Like Hogwarts, Fantasy Island had many wards and spells cast on it to prevent uninvited guests, unfortunately that also meant the invited guests had only one way off..by means of zee plane. Grumbling curses at everyone, he tried to consider how to convince Hermione to return to Hogwarts for the duration of his 'contract'. Perhaps he could appeal to her studious nature, then again she didn't look like she wanted to study anything other than the Master himself. Shivering despite the heat, Severus pushed that possibility back down as he continued to search for Mr. Rourke.
Walking for what seemed like hours, but which was really only twenty minutes, Snape came to an abrupt halt before dropping down beside one of the numerous pools that he had found along the path he had been following. Removing his robes along with his boots, as it was getting quite hot, Severus decided to rest a bit before he continued. Sitting down on a rock ledge that jutted out over the edge of the pool, he dangled his feet in the cool water and leaned back on his elbows to survey his surroundings. The pool was actually larger than he originally had thought on inspection. It was shaped rather like a smashed figure eight of which he was sitting at its base. He noticed near him at this end that the water escaped the pool by way of a babbling stream, but the pool never lost its depth because it was being fed by a number of waterfalls that were tumbling down the rock ledges. Shading the sparkling water were lush plants and trees, gigantic ferns and palm trees that towered over the smaller flowering foliage. The surrounding air was infused by the fragrance of plumerias, gingers, tuberoses, and cannas. Scaling the cliff, as if making a path, orchids trailed the waterfall upwards towards its source some twenty feet high. Feeling more relaxed and refreshed Snape let out a contented sigh, thinking to himself that this might not be so bad. He had concluded that he was probably not going to find Mr. Rourke until it was time to leave anyway, and would just have to try to, honorably of course, to endure the whims of a very hormonally charged Hermione Granger. As he was mulling over this, he began to feel a slight tingling sensation gradually make its way up the nape of his neck. Slowly turning around he found a very triumphant Hermione sashaying in his direction. "Dear Merlin."
Leaving the cabana, Hermione headed for the lagoon hoping to find Professor Snape but instead she was greeted by the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall languidly laying on what appeared to be an inflated lion floating on the lagoon. Shuddering, she quickly perused her surroundings. Upon finding a non-existent Snape, Hermione abruptly turned nearly colliding into what looked like a stage being erected. Glancing up at a sign that had been posted, she quickly noted that a Luau was being planned for the evening festivities. So with renewed vigor, she headed down the path previously taken by Professor Snape. Flushed with the exertion of her search, Hermione was about to give up when she finally caught up with her heart's desire. Muttering a few charms to ward off any unwanted guests, Hermione straightened her shoulders carefully to ensure a promising view of her décolletage and then she zeroed in on Snape.
"Here you are, my dear Potions Master," cooed Hermione as she sidled up along side him on the ledge.
Severus didn't know what hit him, sitting beside him was a nearly naked Hermione Granger. Suppressing a primitive growl, Snape just stared at his student who was clad in the teeniest suit he had ever seen. Yellow polka- dots swirled before his eyes. Hypnotized, Severus again was rendered speechless. Ignoring the throbbing urge from his nether regions, Professor Snape reluctantly tore his eyes from the bountiful bouncing form of Miss Granger and concentrated on taking deep slow breaths while trying to stare anywhere but at the student at his side. Responding the only way he could, he hissed "Indeed."
Hermione delighted in the effect that her newly transfigured suit had on her teacher, but she was determined not to show it. Supposing she should play a little hard to get, Hermione began to empty her bag carefully, arranging each item as she took it out. Giving Professor Snape a side glance, she could see him becoming flushed and beads of perspiration formed above his lips and began to slide down his neck. Seeing that he had at least removed his outer robes, she only snorted under her breath. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Hermione continued to get her tanning oil out of her bag.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape ground out at the sound of her sigh, unable to ignore the scent of coconut oil mixed with a hint of raspberries that settled around him upon her arrival. Attempting to distance himself from the situation as much as possible he tried to put off the indomitable Miss Granger with a patented scathing remark, "What ARE you wearing? I don't suppose you own a proper bathing suit, hmm Miss Granger?" Condescension dripping from each word as he arched his brow and gestured in her direction.
Hearing this Hermione just turned matching eyebrow for eyebrow, "Really Professor, I don't see you resembling a swimsuit model in those clothes of yours," challenging him. Snape shook his head leaning back down onto the ledge, leisurely closing his eyes and faking disinterest in the girl next to him. Leaning back herself, Hermione proceeded to smooth coconut oil over her stomach, chest and arms unaware of her teacher watching her through nearly closed eyes. Finally having covered all the areas within her reach, Hermione quickly schooled her face into a picture of innocence before turning and whispering, "Professor.I need your assistance."
Allowing a sigh out in resignation, he took the bottle as Hermione turned away giving him complete access to her soft and smooth back. Taking a deep breath, Snape drizzled tanning oil across her back with one hand while slowly rubbing the oil around in small circular motions. Content with the amount of oil, he put down the bottle and then with both hands began the gentle task of oiling down the young woman in front of him. Starting at the nape of her neck, he slowly guided his hands down her shoulders, making tiny circles backwards and forward. "Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off. Sand da floor, sand da floor," Snape muttered under his breath, following the path of her spine, careful of the tiny string that held her suit in place.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing Miss Granger. Just something I saw in a muggle movie once."
Trembling slightly, Hermione couldn't contain the smile that had gradually appeared on her face. His hands were definitely a bonus and remembering what Dumbledore said, she turned slightly towards him and crooned, "The Headmaster was right you know, about your qualifications."
"Excuse me?" his hands paused above the small of her back as he leaned forward to hear her, his breathe sending jolts of electricity through her with every puff. "You have a slow hand where its most needed," she murmured. Realizing the effect this was having on the both of them, he shook his head as if in shock and moved backwards so swiftly that he ended up pushing against her with such force that Hermione fell forward into the water.
Landing in the cool water essentially quelled the few vestiges of desire that had began to take hold on Hermione. Gasping for breath as she came up, she could only glare up at her Potions Master through a curtain of her wavy brown locks. Taking her hair in her hands she pulled it back so that it hung down behind her and shaking her head in disbelief she turned and dove into the water, splashing her way to the far side of the pool. Reaching the cliffs, Hermione looked and found a path that lead to the top of the waterfall and decided to practice her diving technique that she indulged in each summer.
Severus stifled a laugh when he saw Miss Granger fall into the water, a laugh that soon halted in his throat without effort as he was graced with the now wet Miss Granger glaring up at him. Shrugging his shoulders in apology, he stood up, intending to help her out of the water when she surprised him by turning and swimming out to the waterfall. (What is she going to do? It's not like I meant to push her in, I was starting to forget she was my student. Mental note old man, she wants you to forget, she wants you to think of her more than a student.) Now watching her intently, his gaze followed her lithe form as she gingerly made her way to rock outcropping at the top of the waterfall. His eyes never faltering, he watched her salute him from the top before defiantly preparing to leap off the highest waterfall. With a devilish glint in his eye, he pulled out his wand and muttered 'lubricare' under his breath pointing his wand at her as she took her last step.
Hermione didn't count on Snape's spell combined with the moss and tanning oil. With a look that could have rivaled the late Marty Feldman, she couldn't stop the graceless swan dive that she had managed as she hit the surface of the water with a loud SMACK. "That certainly that didn't go as planned," she thought as she struggled to swim back up for air. Her whole body numb with pain, she barely registered the strong arms that encircled her waist pulling her towards the fading light of the sunset. Dazed, she inwardly smiled to herself, perhaps this won't be so bad after all, she thought through the twitch she suddenly developed in her right eye.
With his arm wrapped under hers, Severus sidestroked his way back towards the sandbank and hauled her out of the water. Gently, he laid her down and began to examine her, "Hermione, are you all right? Speak to me, you silly girl!" Why did I have to be so hard on her, he thought. She really is quite beautiful and brilliant really. Shaking her, Severus had begun to frown and began to regret his little prank, when a barely audible voice said, "You called me Hermione." Looking into her eyes, he saw her begin to smirk at his slip of affection and he chastised himself inwardly as he snarled at her. "You foolish girl, what kind of stunt were you pulling?"
"No stunts Professor, I slipped on the moss," eyeing him carefully, "normally I wouldn't have bungled such a dive, but it doesn't matter now. Judging by the fading daylight, I suggest we get back to the cabana. There's to be a luau tonight and I for one would like to go." Hermione then gathered her things back into her bag, surreptitiously stealing glances at her teacher who now was soaking wet because of her. Appraising him as she stood up, Hermione mentally slapped herself for not bringing a camera with her. Her memory was good but a picture was worth a thousand words. Snape's now wet clothes clung to his lean, muscular frame, accenting each curve of muscle and sinew. She watched him collect his outer robes, wincing when he magically dried himself with his wand before setting his robes on his shoulders with a tug.
"If you are quite finished Miss Granger?" giving her a stern look Snape extended his hand and returned Hermione's straw hat. Together in silence, they headed back to their cabana to freshen up for the luau.
Upon reaching the cabana, the unlikely pair entered with mixed feelings. Severus realized he wanted Hermione but would not let himself go and Hermione restlessly wanted Snape, received little satisfaction from her efforts. Well tonight there's the luau and where there's a luau, there's dancing. Feeling a bit better, Hermione took up her towel, robe and toiletries and went to the bathroom to get ready for the night. Turning on the cool water, she stripped off her suit and stepped under the pulsating stream of the shower. Finishing up, she absentmindedly took her towel and began to dry off as she considered her options. When she was sufficiently dry, she wrapped the towel about her and left the bathroom. Seeing Severus lying down, Hermione couldn't resist the urge to surprise him. Quietly, she padded over and placed a hand on his chest as she leaned over, her hair trailing his shoulders as she whispered "Wake up."
Severus hadn't really been asleep, so he was aware of her presence when she headed towards him. He was ready. Lazily opening his eyes he peered up at her, " I am awake Miss Granger." Sitting up he took her hand in his while maintaining eye contact, and his voice took on a silky quality. "I was merely waiting for you to finish, now if you would be so kind," he stood up and strode into the bathroom.
Snape had contemplated the events of the afternoon while Hermione was otherwise occupied, deciding that as long as she and he were to remain here together that he would give the girl a taste of what she wanted. A taste really, just enough to scare her off and long enough to sort out his own feelings on the matter. Perhaps in time he might consider her, but on his own terms.
Hermione didn't know what to think of Snape's change, he was almost gentle with her. Well so much for the cold shower. Groaning, she tried to get ready. Hermione hadn't brought much with her expecting not to need much more than beach type things. She was thrilled to find that she had remembered to pack at least one dress. Tossing it over her head she pulled it down so that it hung snugly to her curvaceous frame. Pulling her hair back in a clip and slipping on her sling back sandals, she took the spot Snape had vacated. Just as she sat down the door to the bathroom opened, revealing Snape attired in a pair of simple linen trousers (black) topped with a long sleeved white cotton collared shirt, neatly buttoned two-thirds the way up. His hair, she noticed, was combed but still hung loosely about his shoulders and still a bit damp. Grinning, Hermione leapt up as the sounds of drums could be heard in the distance. Gesturing to Snape she allowed him to open the door and lead them out into the warm night.
Exiting the cabana, Snape and Hermione noticed the crowd. "Where did all these people come from," they both thought to themselves, "must be other guests." Soon, they both fell in alongside McGonagall and Dumbledore who also were heading towards the luau in the lagoon. Shuffling along leisurely, the two couples passed a one armed man dragging a sour looking friend who they immediately recognized from the auction. Glancing in Dumbledore's direction, they noted him shaking his head with a look of "don't ask" in his wizened eyes.
The lagoon had undergone some amazing decorating changes. Enormous torches surrounded the seemingly still waters coming around to form a broken circle that forced everyone's attention to the stage. Low tables filled the space between the stage and the torches and the sporadic placement of buffet tables strained under the weight of various Hawaiian dishes. A floating bar near the rear of the assembly was being manned by a very happy looking Tattoo shoving little rainbow colored umbrellas into an assortment of multi- colored drinks. Severus gave Hermione a look and headed straight for the bar. Hermione, seeing where he was headed, turned and headed straight for a table at the front where Dumbledore and McGonagall were seated in order to get the best view of the show. Considering the veritable stampede from the other guests, she was thankfully surprised that they had managed it. Hermione had to elbow her way over, being careful not to step on anyone's toes. She had just sat down when a silky voice murmured in her ear, "refreshments Hermione?" Unsure of how to respond and not expecting Snape to shift gears so smoothly, Hermione simply nodded and watched him place a tall dark hued drink in front of her.
Severus smiled inwardly as he placed her drink in front of her, a Long Island Iced Tea. "Whatever that was, some tropical tea I suppose," Snape wondered as he lowered himself into the chair next to hers. Soon everyone's attention turned towards the stage as a troop of dancers graced the audience with tribal dances of fire and passion. Hours passed as the diners feasted on Kailua pig, poi, "reminds me of bobutuber pus," Snape mused, and other tropical delights. Ingesting Iced Teas, along with Itchy Tikis, "ooh, a neat little bamboo backscratcher came in that one" giggled Hermione who even dared to try a humu'humu'nuku'nuku'apu'a'a for good measure. Before long, the three teachers and one very happy student were well on their way past tipsy and to entering the realm of teeth-numbing, howling good times when their host, Mr.Rourke, appeared on stage.
"Ladies, if I may have your attention. I wish to invite all the single ladies in our audience tonight to join us on stage so that we can teach you the hula." Minerva howled in delight as she grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her up on stage. Donning grass skirts that some of the dancers had offered as a remembrance of their lesson, Hermione and Minerva took their places near the front of the throng of women who had also answered the call of the dance. Drums began to play as they attempted to follow the skilled dance teacher that stood before them, automatically muttering "excuse me's" and "I'm sorry's" as they drunkenly bumped, stomped and elbowed each other and the neighboring dancers, who laughed at each encounter.
The sight soon became sobering, in its own way, as he watched Minerva and taking a line from another old muggle movie, felt shaken not stirred, as his colleague and his student attempted to mimic a dance that really shouldn't have been done unless in the safety of your own home. Dumbledore, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the sight and barely turned to Severus to give him a conspiratorial wink. Staring back down into his drink, Severus belatedly noted there was more to their Iced Tea and such than he was aware of, "blasted muggle drinks." Snape suddenly became dimly aware of Dumbledore pulling him up out of his reverie.
"Come Severus," stated the Headmaster with a twinkle in his eye.
"What are you going on about, Albus?" mumbled a panicking Severus.
"To collect the ladies, now up you go," intimated Dumbledore as he maneuvered the Potions Master into the line of waiting bachelors. Severus was filled with ire as he registered what was going on. His face set in indignation, he shot Dumbledore a look that could kill if it were possible. Feeling like a man about to face the Dementors, he watched the side of the stage where Hermione and Minerva had exited, giggling as they innocently kissed each man in passing and he wondered if having the life sucked out of him by a real Dementor might not have been far better. Finally, the ladies reached the Headmaster and Severus who had managed to be at the tail end of the line. Severus watched with mounting annoyance as Hermione kissed each of the men in line. "Why should I care who she kisses, I have no claim to her. In anycase I am going to put her in her place, once she is faced with what she is asking for from me she'll run . right? Of course," thought Snape.
Hermione happened to be in the front of the pack, giving each man a peck on the cheek, laughing as some tried to turn into that peck, looking for something more. But when she reached Snape, she hesitated. She wanted to give him more than just a peck, feeling a little more uninhibited and not without help from the Iced Teas, she reached up, taking his face in both her hands and kissed him gently on the lips. An explosion of what seemed like a million golden snitches flashed underneath her eyelids in the one breath that their kissed lasted. Pulling slowly away, nipping his bottom lip playfully, Hermione stepped backed and allowed herself to be caught in his gaze before she closed her eyes again, making a mental Polaroid of the moment.
Severus was stunned. He did not expect the rush of adrenaline to overtake him, annihilating his ire with that one kiss. Looking down at Hermione, he slid his arm around her and without looking back, guided her back away from the music and noise and straight for their cabana.
Holding her close Severus opened the door and led her through to stand next to their bed. Looking down at the bed, Hermione felt a prickle of fear as she looked up at Severus who was watching her intently. "All right," thought Hermione, "this is what you wanted, right?" Before she could answer her own question, she felt feather light kisses trailing a path along her neck down to her shoulders.
Severus continued to plant kisses along her neck, then up along her chin as he gently turned her so that she was facing him. Tripping over themselves they fell in a heap onto the bed. Kissing her more fervently, Severus barely registered Hermione wasn't holding back like he had thought she would. Hermione actually matched him in movement and urgency jolting him into awareness. Pulling away ignoring the look of want in her eyes, Severus rolled off the bed and grabbed his cloak. Backing away, he forced out in a low ragged voice "Hermione. I .we shouldn't..I think it best that I sleep somewhere else." Yanking the door open Severus left. Looking around not knowing where to go exactly, Severus shouldered his cloak and headed for the beach, leaving Hermione more frustrated than she thought was even possible.
A/N: * lubrico -are: to make slippery; found on a English to Latin site.
I claim no title to the drinks they had, only that I did get to enjoy them when I took a trip to Hawaii. Actually I went to a place where if you said humu'humu'nuku'nuku apu'a'a ( I'm not sure I spelled it correctly with the accents in the right place) you got the drink for free. An the Luau bit with the dance lesson and leaving the stage by kissing a line of guys, that really did happen to me at a Luau I went to on the lovely island of Oahu. I am not too sure of the name of the luau company though because it has been so many years since I went. I also don't own literally or otherwise an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini.
The late Marty Feldman played the part of the humped backed servant in the movie Young Frankenstein, with Gene Wilder.
"Wax on, wax off, .." from the movie Karate Kid said by Pat Morita.
disclaimer: AS ALWAYS NONE OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THE HARRY POTTER SERIES BELONG TO ME, THEY BELONG TO JK ROWLING. ALSO FANTASY ISLAND, MR. ROURKE AND TATOO ARE NOT MINE EITHER. I'M NOT SURE WHO THEY BELONG TO, JUST NOT TO ME.
"Zee plane.zee plane," Tattoo yelled, as he jumped up and down. He was barely able to contain his glee at the sight of the new guests about to arrive on the hydroplane landing in the lagoon. Standing next to the miniature man (I always wondered if he might have been some sort of halfling) was his complete opposite. Towering over Tattoo stood Mr. Rourke, grinning with open arms to welcome his guests as they staggered off the plane.
One by one the couples approached the man all in white. Extending both hands, Mr. Rourke clasped those of the very ancient but equally grinning wizard. "Welcome cousin Albus, it has been too long!" Rourke intoned with a curiously familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Yes it has.and I am grateful to you for allowing my little party to use your truly wonderful island, it has made the offer of the trip that much -- simpler," sighed the Headmaster.
"Oh not at all, Albus, and now let me say welcome.......to Fantasy Island!"
After winning Professor Snape from the auction, Hermione was thrilled to hear the Headmaster mention that she would get to go on a trip to a tropical island of her choosing. She knew exactly where she wanted to go to. Although she had only seen re-runs as a little girl, she had always been curious about Fantasy Island, the island where dreams come true. Immediately, Hermione headed towards Dumbledore with her irate Potions Master in tow. " Release him indeed, not bloody likely," thought Hermione " not when I have a chance to make one of my dreams come true."
"Headmaster?" Hermione called as she realized he was about to disappear. Stopping, Albus Dumbledore turned and gave the unlikely couple his complete attention. Immediately the Headmaster caught sight of the silk cord binding Professor Snape to Hermione and he had to stifle a laugh. Trying to pay attention to the girl he couldn't help but muse that he had been correct about her feelings for his friend. He decided to continue to facilitate the union any way that he could. After all, Severus needed her as much she obviously wanted him.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Well, you mentioned a trip.erm." (Remain calm. Breathe.)
"Yes." His eyes twinkling, the Headmaster tried to stifle a chuckle as he watched the discomfort become very visible on his unwitting Potions Master's face.
"Erm.well. I was wondering if you knew of a certain island.Well, you see there was this muggle program that I used to watch when I was younger..Fantasy Island was its name.and I had hoped that maybe...you would know if indeed it did exist?" Sputtering, Hermione tried to control the blush that was threatening to creep up her cheeks. Looking up, she tried not to fidget under the amused stare the Headmaster wore on his face who had obviously noticed the silk cord that she was protectively clutching in her hands.
Severus in the meantime had been carefully avoiding the obvious stares of some of his colleagues, namely one Minerva McGonagall, who had decided to come and get a better look at him. "Damn Miss Granger," thought Snape "as if to add insult to injury, she's placed a magical silk cord on me that won't come off until she deems it necessary. Sometimes I wonder why she wasn't placed in Slytherin House with the way she's been acting tonight."
Literally jerked out of his private thoughts, Hermione was jumping up and down excitedly as the words that she was saying registered in his brain, ".Fantasy Island. I knew it was real.Oh Headmaster do you really think he would say yes."
"Wait.a. minute. FANTASY ISLAND!!!! Merlins balls anything can happen on that blasted island." Standing dumbly behind Miss Granger, Professor Severus Snape felt mounting apprehension as his fate was openly discussed before him.
"Yes Miss Granger, I think that is a fine idea. Indeed I think that I shall see if any of the other couples would like to join us. Of course, that is if Minerva would care to join me for a bit of R&R?" turning to McGonagall as he said this.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," grinned Professor McGonagall as she eyed Snape, who was showing signs of worry and trying not to fidget with his leash.
Bound by contract and unfortunately, a ridiculously resilient thin cord, Severus Snape found himself nearly crawling off that rattling death trap that muggles had the audacity to call a flying machine. Things were made all the worse when he learned that due to its hidden location, Dumbledore was the only person who knew its location. That and the fact that the Headmaster wanted to actually fly the plane to see what it was like. (Ugh, aeroplanes are awful things.a broomstick, now that is the way to fly.) Barely managing to hold down his lunch, Severus squinted his eyes as he turned to look around. Assaulted by the brightness and scents of this unplottable island, Snape could no longer keep the nausea at bay. Promising himself that he would never get on an aeroplane ever again, he proceeded to follow Hermione as they were guided to their very own cabana.
Upon entering the room, Hermione turned towards Professor Snape and removed the silk cord before closing the door. Looking up at him she could see the relief flood his normally rigid features. Not wanting to let him completely relax, yet wanting him to be acutely aware of her intentions, she advanced on him like a lioness stalking her prey. Gazing up into his eyes she whispered demurely, "Don't worry Professor, I wasn't intending to keep you on a leash the entire time. I just wanted to make sure you didn't try to escape before I had a chance to explain myself. You see, my dear Potions Master, I am of age, very much a woman and I just want you to notice me as such. Now I am willing to give you a sporting chance, after all, where would the fun be without the challenge. I feel that by the end of this weekend you just might find your opinion of me changed for the better, and no longer see me as that little know-it-all Gryfindor." Hermione noticed that she had backed the professor up all the way to the bed. Smirking, she threw the cord down on the bed and with a glance up towards Snape, she turned towards the bathroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Hermione turned again and locked eyes with Severus. She let out a soft, sultry, little laugh..and then lifting her eyebrow and tilting her head to indicate the cord, she said, "Oh, by the way, I'm sure we can find better use for that later." After which she closed the door, leaving a very aroused yet confused Severus Snape.
(Merlin's balls! Just on the other side of that door is a girl. No.a young woman, that is very intent on getting to me and is she ever. I haven't felt like this in a long time, but I shouldn't be feeling like this over a student, that much I am sure of. I've got to get off this island! I don't know how much longer I will be able to restrain myself. She certainly is not behaving how I expected Hogwart's finest mind of the decade to behave. Miss Granger can't be serious about this. Hmm.Mr. Rourke. I'll insist that he get me off this dreadful place.) Stealthily, the Head of Slytherin slipped out of the room to run straight into Dumbledore. "Merlins beard, what on earth was the old man wearing," thought Snape out loud looking aghast. Snape's comment caught Minerva off guard to which she laughingly replied, "Why Severus, surely you have seen a Speedo before?"
"Alas Minerva, we've rendered Professor Snape speechless," then turning to Snape Dumbledore continued, "come now Severus, close your mouth." Snape immediately tried to compose himself while staring at the school of minnows that were racing about the Headmaster's hips. He was attempting to divert his gaze when he found the alternative of Minerva's suit just as distracting. Minerva McGonagall was sporting a suit of interlocking star fish that kept trying to move, revealing more than Professor Snape had ever wanted to see of his esteemed colleague. "Severus do try to enjoy yourself." Dumbledore went on, "I do believe you signed a contract stating devoted attention to its owner."
Harnessing some of his patented reserve, Severus tried to reason with his obviously addled superior, "Headmaster, you can't be serious, she is still a student and I can't possibly be hearing what I think you are implying," but Snape couldn't continue before the Headmaster cut him off.
"Severus, I couldn't think of anyone else to suit you better, besides which there is no rule disallowing such a liaison, so long as both are willing and of age." Standing amused, the Headmaster turned his twinkling blue eyes on his companion and with a nod and a wink the two professors strolled arm and arm towards the lagoon.
Meanwhile, back in the room, Hermione stood in front of the mirror and stared at the tankini her mother had purchased for her. She could still hear her mother's voice when she gave it to her last summer, "Hermione dear, a girl should not allow too much skin to show-- it isn't decent and besides sweety, you wouldn't want a nasty sunburn in some of those more delicate areas now would you?" She had said this with a knowing look in her eyes. Well mother, with the right charm a sunburn is easily handled, anyway how else will I get a particular someone to notice me if I wear something so unflatteringly boyish. Without a second thought to the matter, Hermione grabbed her wand and promptly transfigured the offending tankini into an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini that she was sure Severus had never seen before. Pleased with her now scantily clad reflection gazing back at her from a whistling mirror, she picked up her mesh bag that carried her beach essentials and donned her straw hat, put on her stacked slip on sandals and then headed out the door to find Professor Snape.
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After the confrontation with his colleagues, Snape had set out to find the elusive Mr. Rourke. Determined to not see Dumbledore in a Speedo any longer than was necessary, he headed toward the dock where he had arrived. He had hoped to find a shop or bureau where he could make arrangements to leave as soon as was physically possible. If only he could apparate. Like Hogwarts, Fantasy Island had many wards and spells cast on it to prevent uninvited guests, unfortunately that also meant the invited guests had only one way off..by means of zee plane. Grumbling curses at everyone, he tried to consider how to convince Hermione to return to Hogwarts for the duration of his 'contract'. Perhaps he could appeal to her studious nature, then again she didn't look like she wanted to study anything other than the Master himself. Shivering despite the heat, Severus pushed that possibility back down as he continued to search for Mr. Rourke.
Walking for what seemed like hours, but which was really only twenty minutes, Snape came to an abrupt halt before dropping down beside one of the numerous pools that he had found along the path he had been following. Removing his robes along with his boots, as it was getting quite hot, Severus decided to rest a bit before he continued. Sitting down on a rock ledge that jutted out over the edge of the pool, he dangled his feet in the cool water and leaned back on his elbows to survey his surroundings. The pool was actually larger than he originally had thought on inspection. It was shaped rather like a smashed figure eight of which he was sitting at its base. He noticed near him at this end that the water escaped the pool by way of a babbling stream, but the pool never lost its depth because it was being fed by a number of waterfalls that were tumbling down the rock ledges. Shading the sparkling water were lush plants and trees, gigantic ferns and palm trees that towered over the smaller flowering foliage. The surrounding air was infused by the fragrance of plumerias, gingers, tuberoses, and cannas. Scaling the cliff, as if making a path, orchids trailed the waterfall upwards towards its source some twenty feet high. Feeling more relaxed and refreshed Snape let out a contented sigh, thinking to himself that this might not be so bad. He had concluded that he was probably not going to find Mr. Rourke until it was time to leave anyway, and would just have to try to, honorably of course, to endure the whims of a very hormonally charged Hermione Granger. As he was mulling over this, he began to feel a slight tingling sensation gradually make its way up the nape of his neck. Slowly turning around he found a very triumphant Hermione sashaying in his direction. "Dear Merlin."
Leaving the cabana, Hermione headed for the lagoon hoping to find Professor Snape but instead she was greeted by the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall languidly laying on what appeared to be an inflated lion floating on the lagoon. Shuddering, she quickly perused her surroundings. Upon finding a non-existent Snape, Hermione abruptly turned nearly colliding into what looked like a stage being erected. Glancing up at a sign that had been posted, she quickly noted that a Luau was being planned for the evening festivities. So with renewed vigor, she headed down the path previously taken by Professor Snape. Flushed with the exertion of her search, Hermione was about to give up when she finally caught up with her heart's desire. Muttering a few charms to ward off any unwanted guests, Hermione straightened her shoulders carefully to ensure a promising view of her décolletage and then she zeroed in on Snape.
"Here you are, my dear Potions Master," cooed Hermione as she sidled up along side him on the ledge.
Severus didn't know what hit him, sitting beside him was a nearly naked Hermione Granger. Suppressing a primitive growl, Snape just stared at his student who was clad in the teeniest suit he had ever seen. Yellow polka- dots swirled before his eyes. Hypnotized, Severus again was rendered speechless. Ignoring the throbbing urge from his nether regions, Professor Snape reluctantly tore his eyes from the bountiful bouncing form of Miss Granger and concentrated on taking deep slow breaths while trying to stare anywhere but at the student at his side. Responding the only way he could, he hissed "Indeed."
Hermione delighted in the effect that her newly transfigured suit had on her teacher, but she was determined not to show it. Supposing she should play a little hard to get, Hermione began to empty her bag carefully, arranging each item as she took it out. Giving Professor Snape a side glance, she could see him becoming flushed and beads of perspiration formed above his lips and began to slide down his neck. Seeing that he had at least removed his outer robes, she only snorted under her breath. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Hermione continued to get her tanning oil out of her bag.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape ground out at the sound of her sigh, unable to ignore the scent of coconut oil mixed with a hint of raspberries that settled around him upon her arrival. Attempting to distance himself from the situation as much as possible he tried to put off the indomitable Miss Granger with a patented scathing remark, "What ARE you wearing? I don't suppose you own a proper bathing suit, hmm Miss Granger?" Condescension dripping from each word as he arched his brow and gestured in her direction.
Hearing this Hermione just turned matching eyebrow for eyebrow, "Really Professor, I don't see you resembling a swimsuit model in those clothes of yours," challenging him. Snape shook his head leaning back down onto the ledge, leisurely closing his eyes and faking disinterest in the girl next to him. Leaning back herself, Hermione proceeded to smooth coconut oil over her stomach, chest and arms unaware of her teacher watching her through nearly closed eyes. Finally having covered all the areas within her reach, Hermione quickly schooled her face into a picture of innocence before turning and whispering, "Professor.I need your assistance."
Allowing a sigh out in resignation, he took the bottle as Hermione turned away giving him complete access to her soft and smooth back. Taking a deep breath, Snape drizzled tanning oil across her back with one hand while slowly rubbing the oil around in small circular motions. Content with the amount of oil, he put down the bottle and then with both hands began the gentle task of oiling down the young woman in front of him. Starting at the nape of her neck, he slowly guided his hands down her shoulders, making tiny circles backwards and forward. "Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off. Sand da floor, sand da floor," Snape muttered under his breath, following the path of her spine, careful of the tiny string that held her suit in place.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing Miss Granger. Just something I saw in a muggle movie once."
Trembling slightly, Hermione couldn't contain the smile that had gradually appeared on her face. His hands were definitely a bonus and remembering what Dumbledore said, she turned slightly towards him and crooned, "The Headmaster was right you know, about your qualifications."
"Excuse me?" his hands paused above the small of her back as he leaned forward to hear her, his breathe sending jolts of electricity through her with every puff. "You have a slow hand where its most needed," she murmured. Realizing the effect this was having on the both of them, he shook his head as if in shock and moved backwards so swiftly that he ended up pushing against her with such force that Hermione fell forward into the water.
Landing in the cool water essentially quelled the few vestiges of desire that had began to take hold on Hermione. Gasping for breath as she came up, she could only glare up at her Potions Master through a curtain of her wavy brown locks. Taking her hair in her hands she pulled it back so that it hung down behind her and shaking her head in disbelief she turned and dove into the water, splashing her way to the far side of the pool. Reaching the cliffs, Hermione looked and found a path that lead to the top of the waterfall and decided to practice her diving technique that she indulged in each summer.
Severus stifled a laugh when he saw Miss Granger fall into the water, a laugh that soon halted in his throat without effort as he was graced with the now wet Miss Granger glaring up at him. Shrugging his shoulders in apology, he stood up, intending to help her out of the water when she surprised him by turning and swimming out to the waterfall. (What is she going to do? It's not like I meant to push her in, I was starting to forget she was my student. Mental note old man, she wants you to forget, she wants you to think of her more than a student.) Now watching her intently, his gaze followed her lithe form as she gingerly made her way to rock outcropping at the top of the waterfall. His eyes never faltering, he watched her salute him from the top before defiantly preparing to leap off the highest waterfall. With a devilish glint in his eye, he pulled out his wand and muttered 'lubricare' under his breath pointing his wand at her as she took her last step.
Hermione didn't count on Snape's spell combined with the moss and tanning oil. With a look that could have rivaled the late Marty Feldman, she couldn't stop the graceless swan dive that she had managed as she hit the surface of the water with a loud SMACK. "That certainly that didn't go as planned," she thought as she struggled to swim back up for air. Her whole body numb with pain, she barely registered the strong arms that encircled her waist pulling her towards the fading light of the sunset. Dazed, she inwardly smiled to herself, perhaps this won't be so bad after all, she thought through the twitch she suddenly developed in her right eye.
With his arm wrapped under hers, Severus sidestroked his way back towards the sandbank and hauled her out of the water. Gently, he laid her down and began to examine her, "Hermione, are you all right? Speak to me, you silly girl!" Why did I have to be so hard on her, he thought. She really is quite beautiful and brilliant really. Shaking her, Severus had begun to frown and began to regret his little prank, when a barely audible voice said, "You called me Hermione." Looking into her eyes, he saw her begin to smirk at his slip of affection and he chastised himself inwardly as he snarled at her. "You foolish girl, what kind of stunt were you pulling?"
"No stunts Professor, I slipped on the moss," eyeing him carefully, "normally I wouldn't have bungled such a dive, but it doesn't matter now. Judging by the fading daylight, I suggest we get back to the cabana. There's to be a luau tonight and I for one would like to go." Hermione then gathered her things back into her bag, surreptitiously stealing glances at her teacher who now was soaking wet because of her. Appraising him as she stood up, Hermione mentally slapped herself for not bringing a camera with her. Her memory was good but a picture was worth a thousand words. Snape's now wet clothes clung to his lean, muscular frame, accenting each curve of muscle and sinew. She watched him collect his outer robes, wincing when he magically dried himself with his wand before setting his robes on his shoulders with a tug.
"If you are quite finished Miss Granger?" giving her a stern look Snape extended his hand and returned Hermione's straw hat. Together in silence, they headed back to their cabana to freshen up for the luau.
Upon reaching the cabana, the unlikely pair entered with mixed feelings. Severus realized he wanted Hermione but would not let himself go and Hermione restlessly wanted Snape, received little satisfaction from her efforts. Well tonight there's the luau and where there's a luau, there's dancing. Feeling a bit better, Hermione took up her towel, robe and toiletries and went to the bathroom to get ready for the night. Turning on the cool water, she stripped off her suit and stepped under the pulsating stream of the shower. Finishing up, she absentmindedly took her towel and began to dry off as she considered her options. When she was sufficiently dry, she wrapped the towel about her and left the bathroom. Seeing Severus lying down, Hermione couldn't resist the urge to surprise him. Quietly, she padded over and placed a hand on his chest as she leaned over, her hair trailing his shoulders as she whispered "Wake up."
Severus hadn't really been asleep, so he was aware of her presence when she headed towards him. He was ready. Lazily opening his eyes he peered up at her, " I am awake Miss Granger." Sitting up he took her hand in his while maintaining eye contact, and his voice took on a silky quality. "I was merely waiting for you to finish, now if you would be so kind," he stood up and strode into the bathroom.
Snape had contemplated the events of the afternoon while Hermione was otherwise occupied, deciding that as long as she and he were to remain here together that he would give the girl a taste of what she wanted. A taste really, just enough to scare her off and long enough to sort out his own feelings on the matter. Perhaps in time he might consider her, but on his own terms.
Hermione didn't know what to think of Snape's change, he was almost gentle with her. Well so much for the cold shower. Groaning, she tried to get ready. Hermione hadn't brought much with her expecting not to need much more than beach type things. She was thrilled to find that she had remembered to pack at least one dress. Tossing it over her head she pulled it down so that it hung snugly to her curvaceous frame. Pulling her hair back in a clip and slipping on her sling back sandals, she took the spot Snape had vacated. Just as she sat down the door to the bathroom opened, revealing Snape attired in a pair of simple linen trousers (black) topped with a long sleeved white cotton collared shirt, neatly buttoned two-thirds the way up. His hair, she noticed, was combed but still hung loosely about his shoulders and still a bit damp. Grinning, Hermione leapt up as the sounds of drums could be heard in the distance. Gesturing to Snape she allowed him to open the door and lead them out into the warm night.
Exiting the cabana, Snape and Hermione noticed the crowd. "Where did all these people come from," they both thought to themselves, "must be other guests." Soon, they both fell in alongside McGonagall and Dumbledore who also were heading towards the luau in the lagoon. Shuffling along leisurely, the two couples passed a one armed man dragging a sour looking friend who they immediately recognized from the auction. Glancing in Dumbledore's direction, they noted him shaking his head with a look of "don't ask" in his wizened eyes.
The lagoon had undergone some amazing decorating changes. Enormous torches surrounded the seemingly still waters coming around to form a broken circle that forced everyone's attention to the stage. Low tables filled the space between the stage and the torches and the sporadic placement of buffet tables strained under the weight of various Hawaiian dishes. A floating bar near the rear of the assembly was being manned by a very happy looking Tattoo shoving little rainbow colored umbrellas into an assortment of multi- colored drinks. Severus gave Hermione a look and headed straight for the bar. Hermione, seeing where he was headed, turned and headed straight for a table at the front where Dumbledore and McGonagall were seated in order to get the best view of the show. Considering the veritable stampede from the other guests, she was thankfully surprised that they had managed it. Hermione had to elbow her way over, being careful not to step on anyone's toes. She had just sat down when a silky voice murmured in her ear, "refreshments Hermione?" Unsure of how to respond and not expecting Snape to shift gears so smoothly, Hermione simply nodded and watched him place a tall dark hued drink in front of her.
Severus smiled inwardly as he placed her drink in front of her, a Long Island Iced Tea. "Whatever that was, some tropical tea I suppose," Snape wondered as he lowered himself into the chair next to hers. Soon everyone's attention turned towards the stage as a troop of dancers graced the audience with tribal dances of fire and passion. Hours passed as the diners feasted on Kailua pig, poi, "reminds me of bobutuber pus," Snape mused, and other tropical delights. Ingesting Iced Teas, along with Itchy Tikis, "ooh, a neat little bamboo backscratcher came in that one" giggled Hermione who even dared to try a humu'humu'nuku'nuku'apu'a'a for good measure. Before long, the three teachers and one very happy student were well on their way past tipsy and to entering the realm of teeth-numbing, howling good times when their host, Mr.Rourke, appeared on stage.
"Ladies, if I may have your attention. I wish to invite all the single ladies in our audience tonight to join us on stage so that we can teach you the hula." Minerva howled in delight as she grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her up on stage. Donning grass skirts that some of the dancers had offered as a remembrance of their lesson, Hermione and Minerva took their places near the front of the throng of women who had also answered the call of the dance. Drums began to play as they attempted to follow the skilled dance teacher that stood before them, automatically muttering "excuse me's" and "I'm sorry's" as they drunkenly bumped, stomped and elbowed each other and the neighboring dancers, who laughed at each encounter.
The sight soon became sobering, in its own way, as he watched Minerva and taking a line from another old muggle movie, felt shaken not stirred, as his colleague and his student attempted to mimic a dance that really shouldn't have been done unless in the safety of your own home. Dumbledore, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the sight and barely turned to Severus to give him a conspiratorial wink. Staring back down into his drink, Severus belatedly noted there was more to their Iced Tea and such than he was aware of, "blasted muggle drinks." Snape suddenly became dimly aware of Dumbledore pulling him up out of his reverie.
"Come Severus," stated the Headmaster with a twinkle in his eye.
"What are you going on about, Albus?" mumbled a panicking Severus.
"To collect the ladies, now up you go," intimated Dumbledore as he maneuvered the Potions Master into the line of waiting bachelors. Severus was filled with ire as he registered what was going on. His face set in indignation, he shot Dumbledore a look that could kill if it were possible. Feeling like a man about to face the Dementors, he watched the side of the stage where Hermione and Minerva had exited, giggling as they innocently kissed each man in passing and he wondered if having the life sucked out of him by a real Dementor might not have been far better. Finally, the ladies reached the Headmaster and Severus who had managed to be at the tail end of the line. Severus watched with mounting annoyance as Hermione kissed each of the men in line. "Why should I care who she kisses, I have no claim to her. In anycase I am going to put her in her place, once she is faced with what she is asking for from me she'll run . right? Of course," thought Snape.
Hermione happened to be in the front of the pack, giving each man a peck on the cheek, laughing as some tried to turn into that peck, looking for something more. But when she reached Snape, she hesitated. She wanted to give him more than just a peck, feeling a little more uninhibited and not without help from the Iced Teas, she reached up, taking his face in both her hands and kissed him gently on the lips. An explosion of what seemed like a million golden snitches flashed underneath her eyelids in the one breath that their kissed lasted. Pulling slowly away, nipping his bottom lip playfully, Hermione stepped backed and allowed herself to be caught in his gaze before she closed her eyes again, making a mental Polaroid of the moment.
Severus was stunned. He did not expect the rush of adrenaline to overtake him, annihilating his ire with that one kiss. Looking down at Hermione, he slid his arm around her and without looking back, guided her back away from the music and noise and straight for their cabana.
Holding her close Severus opened the door and led her through to stand next to their bed. Looking down at the bed, Hermione felt a prickle of fear as she looked up at Severus who was watching her intently. "All right," thought Hermione, "this is what you wanted, right?" Before she could answer her own question, she felt feather light kisses trailing a path along her neck down to her shoulders.
Severus continued to plant kisses along her neck, then up along her chin as he gently turned her so that she was facing him. Tripping over themselves they fell in a heap onto the bed. Kissing her more fervently, Severus barely registered Hermione wasn't holding back like he had thought she would. Hermione actually matched him in movement and urgency jolting him into awareness. Pulling away ignoring the look of want in her eyes, Severus rolled off the bed and grabbed his cloak. Backing away, he forced out in a low ragged voice "Hermione. I .we shouldn't..I think it best that I sleep somewhere else." Yanking the door open Severus left. Looking around not knowing where to go exactly, Severus shouldered his cloak and headed for the beach, leaving Hermione more frustrated than she thought was even possible.
A/N: * lubrico -are: to make slippery; found on a English to Latin site.
I claim no title to the drinks they had, only that I did get to enjoy them when I took a trip to Hawaii. Actually I went to a place where if you said humu'humu'nuku'nuku apu'a'a ( I'm not sure I spelled it correctly with the accents in the right place) you got the drink for free. An the Luau bit with the dance lesson and leaving the stage by kissing a line of guys, that really did happen to me at a Luau I went to on the lovely island of Oahu. I am not too sure of the name of the luau company though because it has been so many years since I went. I also don't own literally or otherwise an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini.
The late Marty Feldman played the part of the humped backed servant in the movie Young Frankenstein, with Gene Wilder.
"Wax on, wax off, .." from the movie Karate Kid said by Pat Morita.
