CHAPTER SEVEN
Of course. Severus fixed his glare on the large jar of peanut butter that was located on a shelf above her head. Of course, he would have to be stuck here, in heaven and hell, in a cramped little pantry with Filch's binding spell for thieving students clamped tightly to his wrist. And, of course, he would have to be stuck there with the object of his lust, affection and constant yet unrequited adoration, not three inches away from his rather uncomfortable body. Which, by the way, was growing markedly less comfortable with the struggled movements of her own body against his as she fought the binding spell. As soon as the door had closed, the magicked voice of Filch rang out through the pantry. "Well well well, You thought you were smart, didn'tcha? Well, I'll have you know that its against the rules for students to be out after hours sneaking snacks! Betcha didn't see that comin'! Once I am informed of your capture, I'll be right down to collect you and take you to the headmaster!" Unfortunately, as Severus had told the dismayed Hermione, the caretaker was away for the night, taking his cat to a wizard vet in the south of England. So there they were, trapped in a pantry at eleven at night, each with a wrist clamped in a binding spell, and forced to face one another in their claustrophobic encampment for, what was shaping up to be, quite a long night. As Hermione's struggles against her restraint became more frenzied, she began to make small gasps and growls, that were causing Severus to wish for a cold shower, or at least perhaps a sudden pantry monsoon. He reached out a hand, letting it fall on her hip, stilling her movements with a sudden silence. She looked up into his face, which had gone pale when he discovered the full extent of their predicament. "It won't break. We're stuck here until someone finds us, I'm afraid." She sighed, letting her struggle cease entirely. "Well," she said, and he noted that she didn't seem to mind that he had not removed his hand from her hip, both to hold her away from the evidence of his own response to her closeness, and to enjoy the feel of her skin beneath her sweater under his hand, "At least we won't go hungry." She smiled, looking tired and amused. He couldn't resist the urge to smile back. She leaned up against the shelves behind her, and he let his hand drop resignedly. She looked stunning, leaning her head against the peanut butter jar, her smooth white neck exposed to him, the expanse of creamy white skin dipping down to the v-neck of her sweater where the shadows of soft cleavage tormented him with their clothed demurity. The smell of roses and the library emanated off of her warm, live body, pliable and soft in cashmere.
His stiff demeanor must have tipped her off slightly to the attraction he was feeling. She raised her hand, interest sparking in her eyes like that of a new, exciting research possibility. "Severus, I wondered." she hesitated, placing her unbound hand innocently on his shoulder and eliciting a shiver from him, "I wondered why you never married." Severus cleared his throat, and as he spoke, his face moved inadvertently closer to hers. "Well, I am, as are you, involved with my studies, and obviously a man with a great deal of privacy. My motivations tend towards my work and, until a few years ago, politics. I suppose, that in the crossfire of all of that," his face was inches from her ear, his mouth brushing warm air over her neck and into her sensitive ear, she closed her eyes, her breath coming short. "It never really.occurred to me." She had bent her head to the side, giving him wordless permission with the slow exposure of her neck to him. He gazed at the white skin beneath her ear, his mouth drawn to the spot as he spoke, unable to resist it's pull. "And so you see me now.a lonely man who.has never experienced..anything like what I'm feeling now.." And with that his mouth set lightly on her neck. Her skin was warm and fragrant beneath his lips, and he allowed his tongue to dart out and taste her there, his eyes slipping shut at the tiny moan it elicited from her, as she brought her hand up from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled into the silky hairs there at the back of his neck, as he continued tasting the skin of her neck. His free hand sneaked around her waist to subtly pull her to him, and they gasped mutually at the touch of his erection to her stomach. He groaned and buried his eyes in her neck, making an attempt at composure so that he wouldn't push her up against the shelves, losing all semblance of control. She stroked his hair, and he noted that her hands were shaking, before she brought them around to his face, tilting it up from the crook of her neck to face her.
Their mouths came together slowly. He was fascinated by the way her mouth opened slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as she neared him. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that these actions would affect their relationship forever. There was no way he could go back once they kissed, and he feared that with the touch of her hot mouth to his own, they might never be able to stop. Still, their mouths met, and for a moment, there was no noise in the pantry but their labored breathing through their noses, sounding in harmony. She dragged her lips over his own, letting the flesh catch and glide, and she nipped at his lower lip between her own, darting her tongue out to taste it. It was just about then, that all semblance of his control vanished.
With a groan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, delighting in the responsive gasp and hum from her. He backed her up against the shelf and his leg found it's way between her own. He was met with another moan, into his mouth, and it sent delicious vibrations throughout his whole body. Her free hand was running through his hair, over his neck, down his chest, driving them both mad as his muscles twitched under her touch. He ground into her hip, and they both gasped in pleasure, as their kiss became more frantic, searching. He could smell her, taste the chocolate on her breath, breath in the rose essence and let his hand travel the length of her back to tangle in the short, silky strands of her chestnut hair. Alternately biting and soothing, the kiss deepened until she pulled her head away, panting. Her eyes were slits of blackness in the half light, and she leaned to kiss the smooth skin of his neck, feeling him buck against her again at the contact. She traced his adam's apple to his ear with her tongue as he groaned and began thrusting his hips against her in a slow, steady, intoxicating rhythm. She whimpered with every thrust, and wondered how on earth she had managed to finally get to this place that she had wanted for so long. Pausing at his ear, she tried to catch her breath, leaning her cheek against his as they both struggled for air and control.
Suddenly, they were blinded by the white light of the pantry door opening, and they sprang back from one another with eyes wide and frightened. Dobby stood poised in frozen shock, one hand on the doorknob of the pantry door, bearing a key. Severus, having composed himself somewhat, gave him a stern professor look. Dobby began to babble, "Proffessor, Sir, and Miss Hermione! Dobby is begging your pardons! Mr. Filch, sir, he gives Dobby the key to the binding spell, sir, saying that if any student were to be caught stealing chocolate bombs, Dobby should take the key and go to let them out and tell them to go to the head of their houses, Sir, and you see, Dobby thought it would be a student! Not Miss Hermione and Proffessor Snape, Sir!" All the while, Dobby was tottering into the pantry and inserting the key into a small keyhole in the floor, releasing them from the binding spell. Severus and Hermione rubbed at their wrists, Hermione looking down to hide her blush and regain her composure, Severus glaring menacingly down at Dobby.
After much simpering and apology, Dobby excused himself and vanished in a puff. Severus and Hermione walked back towards their rooms in silence, side by side, both deep in thought. When they arrived at her door, Severus turned to her, prepared. "Hermia, I want you to know that I will not apologize for the way I acted, nor will I deny that those feelings have been building in me for some time. I can assure you that I am not a-" he faltered, "Sex-Maniac, and that the feelings stem from entirely altruistic ones. It's not just about sex." He said it as an admission of guilt. Hermione felt the relief and elation like a ton of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders. He looked up to gauge her reaction, only to feel her warm lips press against his own, briefly. "It's not for me either." she said, taking his hands in both of her's, "And we can continue this conversation, perhaps tomorrow after classes when we've both had some time to think and sleep. Is that alright?" "A stunning idea, as usual. I'll bid you good night, then." They stood a moment in silence, hands joined and eyes locked, both serious and tired. She leaned in, and kissed him sweetly again, then leaned closer to whisper, "Although, Severus, I wouldn't say that sex had nothing to do with it." By the time he recovered from his shock, she was standing in her doorway. "goodnight." She whispered, and shut the door.
Of course. Severus fixed his glare on the large jar of peanut butter that was located on a shelf above her head. Of course, he would have to be stuck here, in heaven and hell, in a cramped little pantry with Filch's binding spell for thieving students clamped tightly to his wrist. And, of course, he would have to be stuck there with the object of his lust, affection and constant yet unrequited adoration, not three inches away from his rather uncomfortable body. Which, by the way, was growing markedly less comfortable with the struggled movements of her own body against his as she fought the binding spell. As soon as the door had closed, the magicked voice of Filch rang out through the pantry. "Well well well, You thought you were smart, didn'tcha? Well, I'll have you know that its against the rules for students to be out after hours sneaking snacks! Betcha didn't see that comin'! Once I am informed of your capture, I'll be right down to collect you and take you to the headmaster!" Unfortunately, as Severus had told the dismayed Hermione, the caretaker was away for the night, taking his cat to a wizard vet in the south of England. So there they were, trapped in a pantry at eleven at night, each with a wrist clamped in a binding spell, and forced to face one another in their claustrophobic encampment for, what was shaping up to be, quite a long night. As Hermione's struggles against her restraint became more frenzied, she began to make small gasps and growls, that were causing Severus to wish for a cold shower, or at least perhaps a sudden pantry monsoon. He reached out a hand, letting it fall on her hip, stilling her movements with a sudden silence. She looked up into his face, which had gone pale when he discovered the full extent of their predicament. "It won't break. We're stuck here until someone finds us, I'm afraid." She sighed, letting her struggle cease entirely. "Well," she said, and he noted that she didn't seem to mind that he had not removed his hand from her hip, both to hold her away from the evidence of his own response to her closeness, and to enjoy the feel of her skin beneath her sweater under his hand, "At least we won't go hungry." She smiled, looking tired and amused. He couldn't resist the urge to smile back. She leaned up against the shelves behind her, and he let his hand drop resignedly. She looked stunning, leaning her head against the peanut butter jar, her smooth white neck exposed to him, the expanse of creamy white skin dipping down to the v-neck of her sweater where the shadows of soft cleavage tormented him with their clothed demurity. The smell of roses and the library emanated off of her warm, live body, pliable and soft in cashmere.
His stiff demeanor must have tipped her off slightly to the attraction he was feeling. She raised her hand, interest sparking in her eyes like that of a new, exciting research possibility. "Severus, I wondered." she hesitated, placing her unbound hand innocently on his shoulder and eliciting a shiver from him, "I wondered why you never married." Severus cleared his throat, and as he spoke, his face moved inadvertently closer to hers. "Well, I am, as are you, involved with my studies, and obviously a man with a great deal of privacy. My motivations tend towards my work and, until a few years ago, politics. I suppose, that in the crossfire of all of that," his face was inches from her ear, his mouth brushing warm air over her neck and into her sensitive ear, she closed her eyes, her breath coming short. "It never really.occurred to me." She had bent her head to the side, giving him wordless permission with the slow exposure of her neck to him. He gazed at the white skin beneath her ear, his mouth drawn to the spot as he spoke, unable to resist it's pull. "And so you see me now.a lonely man who.has never experienced..anything like what I'm feeling now.." And with that his mouth set lightly on her neck. Her skin was warm and fragrant beneath his lips, and he allowed his tongue to dart out and taste her there, his eyes slipping shut at the tiny moan it elicited from her, as she brought her hand up from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled into the silky hairs there at the back of his neck, as he continued tasting the skin of her neck. His free hand sneaked around her waist to subtly pull her to him, and they gasped mutually at the touch of his erection to her stomach. He groaned and buried his eyes in her neck, making an attempt at composure so that he wouldn't push her up against the shelves, losing all semblance of control. She stroked his hair, and he noted that her hands were shaking, before she brought them around to his face, tilting it up from the crook of her neck to face her.
Their mouths came together slowly. He was fascinated by the way her mouth opened slightly, her eyelashes fluttering as she neared him. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that these actions would affect their relationship forever. There was no way he could go back once they kissed, and he feared that with the touch of her hot mouth to his own, they might never be able to stop. Still, their mouths met, and for a moment, there was no noise in the pantry but their labored breathing through their noses, sounding in harmony. She dragged her lips over his own, letting the flesh catch and glide, and she nipped at his lower lip between her own, darting her tongue out to taste it. It was just about then, that all semblance of his control vanished.
With a groan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, delighting in the responsive gasp and hum from her. He backed her up against the shelf and his leg found it's way between her own. He was met with another moan, into his mouth, and it sent delicious vibrations throughout his whole body. Her free hand was running through his hair, over his neck, down his chest, driving them both mad as his muscles twitched under her touch. He ground into her hip, and they both gasped in pleasure, as their kiss became more frantic, searching. He could smell her, taste the chocolate on her breath, breath in the rose essence and let his hand travel the length of her back to tangle in the short, silky strands of her chestnut hair. Alternately biting and soothing, the kiss deepened until she pulled her head away, panting. Her eyes were slits of blackness in the half light, and she leaned to kiss the smooth skin of his neck, feeling him buck against her again at the contact. She traced his adam's apple to his ear with her tongue as he groaned and began thrusting his hips against her in a slow, steady, intoxicating rhythm. She whimpered with every thrust, and wondered how on earth she had managed to finally get to this place that she had wanted for so long. Pausing at his ear, she tried to catch her breath, leaning her cheek against his as they both struggled for air and control.
Suddenly, they were blinded by the white light of the pantry door opening, and they sprang back from one another with eyes wide and frightened. Dobby stood poised in frozen shock, one hand on the doorknob of the pantry door, bearing a key. Severus, having composed himself somewhat, gave him a stern professor look. Dobby began to babble, "Proffessor, Sir, and Miss Hermione! Dobby is begging your pardons! Mr. Filch, sir, he gives Dobby the key to the binding spell, sir, saying that if any student were to be caught stealing chocolate bombs, Dobby should take the key and go to let them out and tell them to go to the head of their houses, Sir, and you see, Dobby thought it would be a student! Not Miss Hermione and Proffessor Snape, Sir!" All the while, Dobby was tottering into the pantry and inserting the key into a small keyhole in the floor, releasing them from the binding spell. Severus and Hermione rubbed at their wrists, Hermione looking down to hide her blush and regain her composure, Severus glaring menacingly down at Dobby.
After much simpering and apology, Dobby excused himself and vanished in a puff. Severus and Hermione walked back towards their rooms in silence, side by side, both deep in thought. When they arrived at her door, Severus turned to her, prepared. "Hermia, I want you to know that I will not apologize for the way I acted, nor will I deny that those feelings have been building in me for some time. I can assure you that I am not a-" he faltered, "Sex-Maniac, and that the feelings stem from entirely altruistic ones. It's not just about sex." He said it as an admission of guilt. Hermione felt the relief and elation like a ton of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders. He looked up to gauge her reaction, only to feel her warm lips press against his own, briefly. "It's not for me either." she said, taking his hands in both of her's, "And we can continue this conversation, perhaps tomorrow after classes when we've both had some time to think and sleep. Is that alright?" "A stunning idea, as usual. I'll bid you good night, then." They stood a moment in silence, hands joined and eyes locked, both serious and tired. She leaned in, and kissed him sweetly again, then leaned closer to whisper, "Although, Severus, I wouldn't say that sex had nothing to do with it." By the time he recovered from his shock, she was standing in her doorway. "goodnight." She whispered, and shut the door.
