Celebration - Chapter three
They looked at each other in horror. "That's Harry's voice," she said.
Then, "Merlin, and with Albus as well," he added.
He was still flailing for a solution when she hissed, "Apparate." Of course. Brilliant. Why hadn't he thought of that? Probably because she had one hand wrapped round his cock, and her naked breasts thrust into his face. It was very distracting.
"Your place or mine," he smirked. He concentrated, and then with a sharp popping noise they were gone.
They missed his bed by a good foot and landed in a heap on the floor, Hermione at the bottom of the pile. She rubbed ruefully at her rear end. "Ouch", she said, "that hurt."
"Are you alright," he asked anxiously.
"I think I will have a lovely bruise there tomorrow."
"Shall I kiss it better," he said huskily, pressing her down on the floor. Who needed a bed anyway? The floor seemed rather inviting at the moment.
"Yes, please," she breathed.
"I think I ought to check the rest of you over in case you have other injuries as well," he said, leering at her chest.
"I don't think they were damaged in the fall, Severus."
"Better to be safe than sorry." His voice was muffled, as he buried his face between her breasts and began to worry at them like a terrier with a rat.
And that was the last thing either of them said, apart from an urgent instruction from Hermione to get his dam clothes off, and then nothing but yes, yes, yes, yes, oh GODS YES!
Severus woke first. He eyed Hermione with some trepidation. Their clothes were scattered around them where they had been thrown the night before, and they were still on the floor. One of them, and he didn't think it was him, had had the foresight to pull the bedspread off the bed and cover them with it.
What on earth was she going to say?
He knew what he was going to say - sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, here's a contraceptive potion, sorry, sorry, sorry, please don't go to Dumbledore, sorry, sorry.
She snuggled closer into him. He was very aware of his morning erection pressing into her thigh. It really couldn't get any worse. Any minute now she was going to wake up and run screaming out of the room.
Hermione opened her eyes, and looked up at him. She smiled. "Good morning." She looked like the cat who had got the cream, or possibly the entire cream factory. She started placing delicate butterfly kisses on his chest.
"I take it you don't have any regrets then?"
"Oh, no. It was marvellous."
He was horrified to hear himself ask, "Did you mean what you said last night?"
"Which particular bit?"
"About having fantasises about me in Potions class."
"Ah," she said. "No."
He looked disappointed. "So you lied to get me into bed." He was aware he sounded like a wronged virgin, and that was usually the girl's role, but he couldn't help himself.
"In the first place I had to keep my concentration in case that bastard Malfoy tried to tamper with my potions, and in the second place I wouldn't want to take the risk of you deciding to do a bit of Legilimency on the sly. I used to do my fantasising in History of Magic. Binns was never the wiser. Everyone thought I was dutifully taking notes, when in fact I was writing down all the things I wanted to do to you if I ever got half the chance."
He felt immeasurably better. She had had fantasies about him. She had had a crush on him. Oh dear, he had a horrible suspicion that he knew what those fantasies were. Every year some seventh year would turn up in his dungeons and want spanking. She would want to be bent over the classroom desk and punished for being a naughty girl. It was all so dreary, hadn't these girls got any imagination? A couple of evenings spent with Filch quickly cured them.
"These fantasies, they wouldn't include detention would they?"
"Not really, no. I don't think I am that sort of girl. I don't fancy shagging on the classroom table. It's uncomfortable, and you'd probably get splinters, which must be a bit off-putting."
"Yes," he agreed. Quickly adding, "I imagine you're right."
"I don't think I'm very submissive. I'm a bit bossy."
"I'd noticed. You were very assertive last night."
"It isn't a problem, is it?" Before he could answer, she pushed him onto his back, and rolled over on top of him. Her lips close to his, she added, "Because I think I'm going to do it again."
He didn't raise any objections. He couldn't. Hermione had found the perfect technique for dealing with Severus - if it looked like he was going to argue, place tongue in mouth and stir for three minutes anti-clockwise. Add hand to genitals at will. Result - putty in your hands.
As they lay there in the afterglow, he asked, tentatively, "Do you think next time we might make it as far as the bed? I'm not getting any younger, and all this is murder on my back."
She pretended to think about it for a while. "I suppose so. I think bed is somewhere on the list. Bed. Bath. Shower.."
"Much as I'd like to continue this conversation, unless getting caught by Dumbledore is high on your list, I think you'd better go back to your own room."
"I don't mind if he does know."
A little fear he had barely been aware of was soothed by that. She didn't want to keep their liaison...their relationship..their whatever it was a secret.
She sat up and began searching for her clothes. "I think half of them are still downstairs." She wrapped the bedspread round her and carried her clothes to the door. She opened the door, then turned round to say her goodbyes properly. Behind her Severus could see the form of Professor Dumbledore. Catching sight of his horrified expression, she turned round to see what the matter was.
"Good morning, Miss Granger. I suggest you meet me in the study later. It seems we have a lot to discuss. Shall we say 11 am." His tone was frosty. "Perhaps Professor Snape would care to join us?"
Severus banged his head on the floor several times.
"Oops," she said.
Oops indeed.
They looked at each other in horror. "That's Harry's voice," she said.
Then, "Merlin, and with Albus as well," he added.
He was still flailing for a solution when she hissed, "Apparate." Of course. Brilliant. Why hadn't he thought of that? Probably because she had one hand wrapped round his cock, and her naked breasts thrust into his face. It was very distracting.
"Your place or mine," he smirked. He concentrated, and then with a sharp popping noise they were gone.
They missed his bed by a good foot and landed in a heap on the floor, Hermione at the bottom of the pile. She rubbed ruefully at her rear end. "Ouch", she said, "that hurt."
"Are you alright," he asked anxiously.
"I think I will have a lovely bruise there tomorrow."
"Shall I kiss it better," he said huskily, pressing her down on the floor. Who needed a bed anyway? The floor seemed rather inviting at the moment.
"Yes, please," she breathed.
"I think I ought to check the rest of you over in case you have other injuries as well," he said, leering at her chest.
"I don't think they were damaged in the fall, Severus."
"Better to be safe than sorry." His voice was muffled, as he buried his face between her breasts and began to worry at them like a terrier with a rat.
And that was the last thing either of them said, apart from an urgent instruction from Hermione to get his dam clothes off, and then nothing but yes, yes, yes, yes, oh GODS YES!
Severus woke first. He eyed Hermione with some trepidation. Their clothes were scattered around them where they had been thrown the night before, and they were still on the floor. One of them, and he didn't think it was him, had had the foresight to pull the bedspread off the bed and cover them with it.
What on earth was she going to say?
He knew what he was going to say - sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, here's a contraceptive potion, sorry, sorry, sorry, please don't go to Dumbledore, sorry, sorry.
She snuggled closer into him. He was very aware of his morning erection pressing into her thigh. It really couldn't get any worse. Any minute now she was going to wake up and run screaming out of the room.
Hermione opened her eyes, and looked up at him. She smiled. "Good morning." She looked like the cat who had got the cream, or possibly the entire cream factory. She started placing delicate butterfly kisses on his chest.
"I take it you don't have any regrets then?"
"Oh, no. It was marvellous."
He was horrified to hear himself ask, "Did you mean what you said last night?"
"Which particular bit?"
"About having fantasises about me in Potions class."
"Ah," she said. "No."
He looked disappointed. "So you lied to get me into bed." He was aware he sounded like a wronged virgin, and that was usually the girl's role, but he couldn't help himself.
"In the first place I had to keep my concentration in case that bastard Malfoy tried to tamper with my potions, and in the second place I wouldn't want to take the risk of you deciding to do a bit of Legilimency on the sly. I used to do my fantasising in History of Magic. Binns was never the wiser. Everyone thought I was dutifully taking notes, when in fact I was writing down all the things I wanted to do to you if I ever got half the chance."
He felt immeasurably better. She had had fantasies about him. She had had a crush on him. Oh dear, he had a horrible suspicion that he knew what those fantasies were. Every year some seventh year would turn up in his dungeons and want spanking. She would want to be bent over the classroom desk and punished for being a naughty girl. It was all so dreary, hadn't these girls got any imagination? A couple of evenings spent with Filch quickly cured them.
"These fantasies, they wouldn't include detention would they?"
"Not really, no. I don't think I am that sort of girl. I don't fancy shagging on the classroom table. It's uncomfortable, and you'd probably get splinters, which must be a bit off-putting."
"Yes," he agreed. Quickly adding, "I imagine you're right."
"I don't think I'm very submissive. I'm a bit bossy."
"I'd noticed. You were very assertive last night."
"It isn't a problem, is it?" Before he could answer, she pushed him onto his back, and rolled over on top of him. Her lips close to his, she added, "Because I think I'm going to do it again."
He didn't raise any objections. He couldn't. Hermione had found the perfect technique for dealing with Severus - if it looked like he was going to argue, place tongue in mouth and stir for three minutes anti-clockwise. Add hand to genitals at will. Result - putty in your hands.
As they lay there in the afterglow, he asked, tentatively, "Do you think next time we might make it as far as the bed? I'm not getting any younger, and all this is murder on my back."
She pretended to think about it for a while. "I suppose so. I think bed is somewhere on the list. Bed. Bath. Shower.."
"Much as I'd like to continue this conversation, unless getting caught by Dumbledore is high on your list, I think you'd better go back to your own room."
"I don't mind if he does know."
A little fear he had barely been aware of was soothed by that. She didn't want to keep their liaison...their relationship..their whatever it was a secret.
She sat up and began searching for her clothes. "I think half of them are still downstairs." She wrapped the bedspread round her and carried her clothes to the door. She opened the door, then turned round to say her goodbyes properly. Behind her Severus could see the form of Professor Dumbledore. Catching sight of his horrified expression, she turned round to see what the matter was.
"Good morning, Miss Granger. I suggest you meet me in the study later. It seems we have a lot to discuss. Shall we say 11 am." His tone was frosty. "Perhaps Professor Snape would care to join us?"
Severus banged his head on the floor several times.
"Oops," she said.
Oops indeed.