There was an awkward moment whilst they sorted out a comfortable position
in which to continue kissing without actually breaking lip contact.
Hermione ended up sitting in Severus lap, her legs over the arms of the
chair, pulled tight against his body. Her head was supported by one hand
tangled in her hair, and the other hand was stroking her hip.
Periodically he would raise his head and attempt to say something to Hermione. Whatever it was it couldn't be as interesting as kissing her, so he never got much further than, "Miss Granger." before she managed to cut him off. He really was so much nicer when he had his mouth too full of her tongue to speak or, indeed, when she had her mouth full of his tongue. For once in her life Hermione thought talking was distinctly over-rated.
The constant interruptions were getting to be a little annoying though - just as she felt herself sinking into deep water she would find herself being dragged up into the shallows. Perhaps if she let him finish whatever it was that he had to say ..
"Miss Granger." he mumbled against her lips.
She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Hermione."
"Wh.what?" he stammered, his higher brain function hindered by her warm breath tickling his ear.
"Hermione. My name is Hermione. Under the present circumstances a little informality is permissible, don't you think."
For a second his mind was blank. She was sucking on his ear lobe, and one hand had burrowed into his robes and was resting on his bare chest. What was the question again? Never mind, he had a question of his own.
"Hermione, how much have you had to drink?"
She stopped doing that marvellous thing she was doing to his ear with her tongue. "Why?"
"Because I think you might have had too much to drink, and I wouldn't want you to do something you might regret in the morning."
"I won't regret it, I promise."
"It's just the drink talking," he said sadly. "If you weren't drunk, you would never kiss your git of a Potions Master."
"It's not just the drink. Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do this?" she asked, punctuating her words with nipping kisses along his neck. His head lolled back to give her better access.
"Ermm, no." His concentration was fading, who the hell cared why she was doing what she was doing as long as she continued doing it.
"Since the beginning of my seventh year."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. I would sit in class and look at your long fingers and imagine them touching me, running all over my body."
He whimpered. In an attempt to recover his dignity he went on gruffly, "Anything else?"
He almost wished he hadn't asked as she seductively whispered a litany of debauched acts to him. The last one caught his attention.
"Good god," he said weakly, "that's not physically possible." He paused for a moment. She seemed to have spent a lot of time thinking about this. He hadn't really appreciated her attention to detail before now, but, if anyone was going to find a way, it would be her. "Is it?" he asked plaintively.
She nodded. "Two words. Levitation charm."
The fact that she had been thinking such lecherous thoughts in his potions class was a sop to his conscience. The fact that she had apparently sat down with the wizard's Kama Sutra and worked out a way of putting even some of the more advanced positions into practice was more of an encouragement to give her theories a rigorous and thorough practical examination. There was no way she could be described as innocent if that is what she had been thinking about. Still he had to ask.
"You're not a virgin are you?" he quavered. Please god, let the answer be no. If she was still a virgin he couldn't let her first time be a drunken grope with her ex-Professor. He had some morals.
"Of course not, don't be silly!"
"Thank God," he breathed. His hands started on the buttons of her blouse, and then parted it to reveal her breasts. What on earth was she wearing beneath it?
She went back to nibbling along his neck, easing his collar open for better access. He was certainly going to have marks there tomorrow. He didn't mind, it would be some sort of souvenir of this wonderful evening.
"Hermione, do you have some vampire in you?" he smirked.
"Not yet," she muttered. He looked puzzled, but there were more important things to worry about at this precise moment in time. How did these infernal muggle contractions called bras actually work?
He had never been a patient man, and he just couldn't be bothered waiting. He scrabbled in his pocket, drew out his wand, and sent the offending article flying through the air. Much better. Muggles had gone up in his estimation - they managed to do that without magic.
"So that was a wand in your pocket," she said in a disappointed tone.
"Yes, but I've got a much bigger one hidden elsewhere. Why don't you look for it?" It's a good job she's drunk, he thought, I'd never get away with a line that if she was sober. Fortunately, although her critical faculties were dulled, she still managed to find her way to his fly. A couple of deft twists and his buttons were open, and her hand was finding its way to a place where it was definitely welcome.
"You're right, it is much bigger", she smirked.
He smirked back and bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
Suddenly they could hear something that wiped the smile of both their faces - voices coming towards them. She was sitting on his lap, wearing no shirt or bra and playing find the wand in his trousers. He couldn't think of an innocent explanation for what they were doing, because there was no innocent explanation for what they were doing.
Unless he could think of something quickly, in two minutes or less they would be caught red handed.
Periodically he would raise his head and attempt to say something to Hermione. Whatever it was it couldn't be as interesting as kissing her, so he never got much further than, "Miss Granger." before she managed to cut him off. He really was so much nicer when he had his mouth too full of her tongue to speak or, indeed, when she had her mouth full of his tongue. For once in her life Hermione thought talking was distinctly over-rated.
The constant interruptions were getting to be a little annoying though - just as she felt herself sinking into deep water she would find herself being dragged up into the shallows. Perhaps if she let him finish whatever it was that he had to say ..
"Miss Granger." he mumbled against her lips.
She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Hermione."
"Wh.what?" he stammered, his higher brain function hindered by her warm breath tickling his ear.
"Hermione. My name is Hermione. Under the present circumstances a little informality is permissible, don't you think."
For a second his mind was blank. She was sucking on his ear lobe, and one hand had burrowed into his robes and was resting on his bare chest. What was the question again? Never mind, he had a question of his own.
"Hermione, how much have you had to drink?"
She stopped doing that marvellous thing she was doing to his ear with her tongue. "Why?"
"Because I think you might have had too much to drink, and I wouldn't want you to do something you might regret in the morning."
"I won't regret it, I promise."
"It's just the drink talking," he said sadly. "If you weren't drunk, you would never kiss your git of a Potions Master."
"It's not just the drink. Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do this?" she asked, punctuating her words with nipping kisses along his neck. His head lolled back to give her better access.
"Ermm, no." His concentration was fading, who the hell cared why she was doing what she was doing as long as she continued doing it.
"Since the beginning of my seventh year."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. I would sit in class and look at your long fingers and imagine them touching me, running all over my body."
He whimpered. In an attempt to recover his dignity he went on gruffly, "Anything else?"
He almost wished he hadn't asked as she seductively whispered a litany of debauched acts to him. The last one caught his attention.
"Good god," he said weakly, "that's not physically possible." He paused for a moment. She seemed to have spent a lot of time thinking about this. He hadn't really appreciated her attention to detail before now, but, if anyone was going to find a way, it would be her. "Is it?" he asked plaintively.
She nodded. "Two words. Levitation charm."
The fact that she had been thinking such lecherous thoughts in his potions class was a sop to his conscience. The fact that she had apparently sat down with the wizard's Kama Sutra and worked out a way of putting even some of the more advanced positions into practice was more of an encouragement to give her theories a rigorous and thorough practical examination. There was no way she could be described as innocent if that is what she had been thinking about. Still he had to ask.
"You're not a virgin are you?" he quavered. Please god, let the answer be no. If she was still a virgin he couldn't let her first time be a drunken grope with her ex-Professor. He had some morals.
"Of course not, don't be silly!"
"Thank God," he breathed. His hands started on the buttons of her blouse, and then parted it to reveal her breasts. What on earth was she wearing beneath it?
She went back to nibbling along his neck, easing his collar open for better access. He was certainly going to have marks there tomorrow. He didn't mind, it would be some sort of souvenir of this wonderful evening.
"Hermione, do you have some vampire in you?" he smirked.
"Not yet," she muttered. He looked puzzled, but there were more important things to worry about at this precise moment in time. How did these infernal muggle contractions called bras actually work?
He had never been a patient man, and he just couldn't be bothered waiting. He scrabbled in his pocket, drew out his wand, and sent the offending article flying through the air. Much better. Muggles had gone up in his estimation - they managed to do that without magic.
"So that was a wand in your pocket," she said in a disappointed tone.
"Yes, but I've got a much bigger one hidden elsewhere. Why don't you look for it?" It's a good job she's drunk, he thought, I'd never get away with a line that if she was sober. Fortunately, although her critical faculties were dulled, she still managed to find her way to his fly. A couple of deft twists and his buttons were open, and her hand was finding its way to a place where it was definitely welcome.
"You're right, it is much bigger", she smirked.
He smirked back and bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
Suddenly they could hear something that wiped the smile of both their faces - voices coming towards them. She was sitting on his lap, wearing no shirt or bra and playing find the wand in his trousers. He couldn't think of an innocent explanation for what they were doing, because there was no innocent explanation for what they were doing.
Unless he could think of something quickly, in two minutes or less they would be caught red handed.