Snape stormed into his chambers, and slammed the door behind him. Angrily he yanked off his robes and sunk into the armchair before the fire. Goddamn, that woman, why did she have to lean so close to him while she whispered in his ear?! He could still feel the tickle of Hermione's breath against his neck, the silky feel of her hair against his cheek, sending sparks flying towards his groin. He pitied the poor students who had gotten in his way as he'd rushed back to his rooms, in desperation to relieve his uncontrollable desire. Points had been removed with no remorse, much to the shock of several third year Slytherins.
Snape flicked open the buttons to his pants and released himself. Taking hold of his length, he began rough strokes, cursing his lack of self-control.
"Goddamn bitch," he swore at the fireplace, before allowing his eyes to slip closed. He heard her laughter ringing in his ears and then a vision of her that afternoon, all worked up because of his questions. His mind drifted, wondering what those full lips would feel like wrapped around him instead of throwing out insults – sliding around him, stroking him with her tongue. Snape felt the pressure building, and in no time he was spilling himself over his clenched fist. Snape let go, and sunk back in the chair. It had been years since he'd gotten himself off that quickly, and the thought that Hermione Granger, that intolerable know-it-all had been the cause of it, was quite unnerving.
There was a gentle tap on the door, but Snape was in no mood for company. He continued to sit in his chair, staring absently into the fireplace. The knocking got louder, and Snape groaned, and dragged himself up from his seat, tucking himself away.
"Severus! I know you're in there!"
Snape froze at the last button. No, it couldn't be…
"Severus Snape you will open the door this instant!"
"Mother?" Snape growled, pulling out his wand and quickly cleansing the mess from down his front and the chair.
"Well, so I'm led to believe!"
Snape yanked the door open, and glared down at the elderly witch.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Snape snapped, not intending to let her in, but Ursula pushed her way past him anyway. With a sigh, Snape closed the door and turned to face the woman.
"Well, that's a lovely way to greet your dear old mum, isn't it?" Ursula admonished him.
"Sorry," Severus muttered, giving her a quick hug. "However, I believe I told you to owl me before coming to visit."
"So you can conveniently have planned a holiday? I'm afraid you've try pulling that one over on me one too many times Severus Snape." Ursula looked scornfully about the dim room. "Dreary as usual, I see. Could do with a woman's touch. Pity to waste all this space…"
"Not again," Snape groaned, sitting himself back down. "How many time do I have to tell you I am perfectly happy on my own?"
"Rubbish," Ursula tutted, brushing the dust off the adjacent seat with an indignant swipe, before carefully perching herself on the very edge. "Every young man needs to find himself a good woman to settle down with!"
"Yes, Mother."
"Don't you take that tone with me, Severus! Just because you're a grown man does not give you the right to be rude to me!"
Snape sighed again, and magicked himself up a glass of whiskey. "Fine. Do you want anything?"
"I shan't be staying," Ursula replied briskly. "I have work in the morning."
"You're working?" Snape spoke in surprise. His mother had retired years ago, and had never showed any sign of regretting doing so.
"Yes – just a little child minding as a favor to Katherine. Your Aunt is ill, incase you care. Besides, it's fairly clear that I'm never going to have grandchildren to look after – looks like I'm going to have to settle for someone else's." Ursula shot Snape a dirty look.
"Perhaps that will get it out of your system." Snape glared back at his mother. "Where are you working?" Yet, somehow he knew the answer even before she spoke.
"Right here. Professor Granger's little girl. She is such a sweet thing. There's something about little girls… but don't get me wrong," she gave Snape a scathing look, "I'd settle for a grandson."
"And I suppose you want to stay here?" Snape growled. What a thought – having his mother on his back twenty-four seven.
"Stay in this mess? I don't think so…I've rented a cottage in Hogsmead."
A wave of relief washed over Snape. "Very well."
Ursula got to her feet, dusting off her robes as she headed for the door. "And for goodness sakes, Severus, do try and clean up a bit – you'll hardly snare yourself a woman by bringing her back here for a passionate night of sneezing her head off!"
"Good night, Mother!" Snape called sharply after her as she closed the door.
Hermione crept into the bedroom, hoping to slip into bed and avoid a confrontation with Justin. She was exhausted by the day's events, and a nice, pleasant sleep was definitely the remedy.
"About time you got back," Justin growled from the far side of the bed as Hermione slipped into her pajamas.
"Uh huh," Hermione muttered, sliding between the sheets, keeping as close to the edge as possible.
Justin rolled over, and Hermione felt his erection pressing against her back. "I've been waiting for you to come and sort this out for me." Her thrust forward, digging into her.
"Well, you wasted your time," Hermione retorted, shifting on her pillow, trying to get comfortable. It was rather difficult given that a man she hated was dry humping her back.
"What is with you?!" Justin snapped, his temper flying. "Fuck, Hermione, you're really the ice queen, aren't' you?"
"And you're a right arsehole – looks like we're a match made in heaven," Hermione shot back, clenching her fist around the pillow beneath her.
"What'd I do?" Justin demanded, sitting bolt upright.
"Forgive me, but I don't find a man who spends his days lazing on the couch and yelling at his daughter a turn on."
"Charlotte is your daughter – you take care of her!"
"She is your daughter too!" Hermione growled, sitting herself up to face him. "It's about bloody time you grew up and starting taking responsibility! Have you any idea how embarrassing it is to have to hire a nanny to look after Charlotte while you are perfectly able to do it! Do you know what the staff here will say when they find out?! I'll be the laughing stock of Hogwarts!"
"Yeah, it's all about you, isn't it, Hermione?! You were the one who had to go to University, you were the one who had to take this stupid job…"
"Well, one of us has to support this *family*, and believe me, I use that word very loosely!"
"What do you want me to do about it?!" Justin yelled back, slamming his fist into the mattress.
"Get a bloody job! Look after Charlotte! Whatever you fucking want, I don't care anymore!"
"Mummy?"
Hermione froze, and turned to see the outline of her daughter in the doorframe. "Oh, Char, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you…"
"Can I sleep with you?" Charlotte's voice sounded so pitiful to Hermione's ears.
"Of course, sweetie," Hermione said, moving over in the bed to allow her daughter to climb in.
"I'm sleeping on the couch," Justin sneered, flicking back the bedcovers and stomping from the room.
"Fine."
Charlotte curled herself around her mother, clinging tightly to her. Soon she was asleep and Hermione finally allowed the tears to slip from her eyes, crying herself to sleep as she held her daughter close.
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"Oh, Severus, there you are!"
Snape cringed at the wafty voice, and dared glance up from the tome he had been reading.
"Can I help you, Trelawny?" He sent her his best sneer – that reserved for snotty little Gryffindors.
"Oh, now Severus, you can quit that whole surly act with me. I know the truth," the bug-woman said silkily as she drew nearer.
"Excuse me?" Snape glared back at her, panic rising. He most certainly did not like the way she was looking at him.
"Come now, all that nonsense about not believing in my sight…I know it's all a façade, Severus. I know how you feel about me really." Snape jumped to his feet in panic, Trelawny way to close for comfort. Unfortunately in doing so he brought himself nearer to the deranged witch.
"Oh, Severus! How could I have been so blind!" Sybil exclaimed, reaching up to grasp Snape's shoulders. Snape panicked as the witch tried to kiss him, shoving her away.
Trelawny gave him a crest fallen look, but then a smile spread across her face. "Well, perhaps you're not quite ready to admit your feelings yet, Severus, but I'll be waiting for you, willing and able any time you wish!" Trelawny left the teachers' lounge, blowing a kiss to the Potions Master as she went.
Snape shuddered, rubbing at his face with his hands, trying to remove any trace of the woman from his body. He heard a giggle erupt from the far corner of the lounge, and turned to glare.
"Oh, don't tell me Sybil doesn't get you going, Sev," Hermione spoke sarcastically. "I was sure she'd be the perfect match when your mother asked! Pity. She'll be so disappointed!"
Thank you to:
Lisa – I love it when I make people laugh! Thank you so much!
Deb – Wow! Thank you! I am absolutely flattered!
Evil Crazy Willow – Thank you! Hope my story isn't too predictable though…
Sammie Tonks – Cliffhangers only bother me when people leave their story sitting there for too long! Thank you girl!
Dama-de-tinieblas – Thank you!
KdarkMaiden – Cheers!
Angel Apple – Justin is on his way out shortly! Promise!
Minverva7 - um, yeah, the TV, well, it's a magic TV and works in Hoggies cos...oh, all right, I buggered up! Sorry! I think frankly that Hermione reacted fairly calmly to knowing Charlotte was being taken care of by Snape's mum – lord, I would be having a heart attack were it my kid!
Anon – thank you too.
Pseudonym – Your right, I don't believe Severus was too pleased at all ;) Thanks!
Snape flicked open the buttons to his pants and released himself. Taking hold of his length, he began rough strokes, cursing his lack of self-control.
"Goddamn bitch," he swore at the fireplace, before allowing his eyes to slip closed. He heard her laughter ringing in his ears and then a vision of her that afternoon, all worked up because of his questions. His mind drifted, wondering what those full lips would feel like wrapped around him instead of throwing out insults – sliding around him, stroking him with her tongue. Snape felt the pressure building, and in no time he was spilling himself over his clenched fist. Snape let go, and sunk back in the chair. It had been years since he'd gotten himself off that quickly, and the thought that Hermione Granger, that intolerable know-it-all had been the cause of it, was quite unnerving.
There was a gentle tap on the door, but Snape was in no mood for company. He continued to sit in his chair, staring absently into the fireplace. The knocking got louder, and Snape groaned, and dragged himself up from his seat, tucking himself away.
"Severus! I know you're in there!"
Snape froze at the last button. No, it couldn't be…
"Severus Snape you will open the door this instant!"
"Mother?" Snape growled, pulling out his wand and quickly cleansing the mess from down his front and the chair.
"Well, so I'm led to believe!"
Snape yanked the door open, and glared down at the elderly witch.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Snape snapped, not intending to let her in, but Ursula pushed her way past him anyway. With a sigh, Snape closed the door and turned to face the woman.
"Well, that's a lovely way to greet your dear old mum, isn't it?" Ursula admonished him.
"Sorry," Severus muttered, giving her a quick hug. "However, I believe I told you to owl me before coming to visit."
"So you can conveniently have planned a holiday? I'm afraid you've try pulling that one over on me one too many times Severus Snape." Ursula looked scornfully about the dim room. "Dreary as usual, I see. Could do with a woman's touch. Pity to waste all this space…"
"Not again," Snape groaned, sitting himself back down. "How many time do I have to tell you I am perfectly happy on my own?"
"Rubbish," Ursula tutted, brushing the dust off the adjacent seat with an indignant swipe, before carefully perching herself on the very edge. "Every young man needs to find himself a good woman to settle down with!"
"Yes, Mother."
"Don't you take that tone with me, Severus! Just because you're a grown man does not give you the right to be rude to me!"
Snape sighed again, and magicked himself up a glass of whiskey. "Fine. Do you want anything?"
"I shan't be staying," Ursula replied briskly. "I have work in the morning."
"You're working?" Snape spoke in surprise. His mother had retired years ago, and had never showed any sign of regretting doing so.
"Yes – just a little child minding as a favor to Katherine. Your Aunt is ill, incase you care. Besides, it's fairly clear that I'm never going to have grandchildren to look after – looks like I'm going to have to settle for someone else's." Ursula shot Snape a dirty look.
"Perhaps that will get it out of your system." Snape glared back at his mother. "Where are you working?" Yet, somehow he knew the answer even before she spoke.
"Right here. Professor Granger's little girl. She is such a sweet thing. There's something about little girls… but don't get me wrong," she gave Snape a scathing look, "I'd settle for a grandson."
"And I suppose you want to stay here?" Snape growled. What a thought – having his mother on his back twenty-four seven.
"Stay in this mess? I don't think so…I've rented a cottage in Hogsmead."
A wave of relief washed over Snape. "Very well."
Ursula got to her feet, dusting off her robes as she headed for the door. "And for goodness sakes, Severus, do try and clean up a bit – you'll hardly snare yourself a woman by bringing her back here for a passionate night of sneezing her head off!"
"Good night, Mother!" Snape called sharply after her as she closed the door.
Hermione crept into the bedroom, hoping to slip into bed and avoid a confrontation with Justin. She was exhausted by the day's events, and a nice, pleasant sleep was definitely the remedy.
"About time you got back," Justin growled from the far side of the bed as Hermione slipped into her pajamas.
"Uh huh," Hermione muttered, sliding between the sheets, keeping as close to the edge as possible.
Justin rolled over, and Hermione felt his erection pressing against her back. "I've been waiting for you to come and sort this out for me." Her thrust forward, digging into her.
"Well, you wasted your time," Hermione retorted, shifting on her pillow, trying to get comfortable. It was rather difficult given that a man she hated was dry humping her back.
"What is with you?!" Justin snapped, his temper flying. "Fuck, Hermione, you're really the ice queen, aren't' you?"
"And you're a right arsehole – looks like we're a match made in heaven," Hermione shot back, clenching her fist around the pillow beneath her.
"What'd I do?" Justin demanded, sitting bolt upright.
"Forgive me, but I don't find a man who spends his days lazing on the couch and yelling at his daughter a turn on."
"Charlotte is your daughter – you take care of her!"
"She is your daughter too!" Hermione growled, sitting herself up to face him. "It's about bloody time you grew up and starting taking responsibility! Have you any idea how embarrassing it is to have to hire a nanny to look after Charlotte while you are perfectly able to do it! Do you know what the staff here will say when they find out?! I'll be the laughing stock of Hogwarts!"
"Yeah, it's all about you, isn't it, Hermione?! You were the one who had to go to University, you were the one who had to take this stupid job…"
"Well, one of us has to support this *family*, and believe me, I use that word very loosely!"
"What do you want me to do about it?!" Justin yelled back, slamming his fist into the mattress.
"Get a bloody job! Look after Charlotte! Whatever you fucking want, I don't care anymore!"
"Mummy?"
Hermione froze, and turned to see the outline of her daughter in the doorframe. "Oh, Char, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you…"
"Can I sleep with you?" Charlotte's voice sounded so pitiful to Hermione's ears.
"Of course, sweetie," Hermione said, moving over in the bed to allow her daughter to climb in.
"I'm sleeping on the couch," Justin sneered, flicking back the bedcovers and stomping from the room.
"Fine."
Charlotte curled herself around her mother, clinging tightly to her. Soon she was asleep and Hermione finally allowed the tears to slip from her eyes, crying herself to sleep as she held her daughter close.
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"Oh, Severus, there you are!"
Snape cringed at the wafty voice, and dared glance up from the tome he had been reading.
"Can I help you, Trelawny?" He sent her his best sneer – that reserved for snotty little Gryffindors.
"Oh, now Severus, you can quit that whole surly act with me. I know the truth," the bug-woman said silkily as she drew nearer.
"Excuse me?" Snape glared back at her, panic rising. He most certainly did not like the way she was looking at him.
"Come now, all that nonsense about not believing in my sight…I know it's all a façade, Severus. I know how you feel about me really." Snape jumped to his feet in panic, Trelawny way to close for comfort. Unfortunately in doing so he brought himself nearer to the deranged witch.
"Oh, Severus! How could I have been so blind!" Sybil exclaimed, reaching up to grasp Snape's shoulders. Snape panicked as the witch tried to kiss him, shoving her away.
Trelawny gave him a crest fallen look, but then a smile spread across her face. "Well, perhaps you're not quite ready to admit your feelings yet, Severus, but I'll be waiting for you, willing and able any time you wish!" Trelawny left the teachers' lounge, blowing a kiss to the Potions Master as she went.
Snape shuddered, rubbing at his face with his hands, trying to remove any trace of the woman from his body. He heard a giggle erupt from the far corner of the lounge, and turned to glare.
"Oh, don't tell me Sybil doesn't get you going, Sev," Hermione spoke sarcastically. "I was sure she'd be the perfect match when your mother asked! Pity. She'll be so disappointed!"
Thank you to:
Lisa – I love it when I make people laugh! Thank you so much!
Deb – Wow! Thank you! I am absolutely flattered!
Evil Crazy Willow – Thank you! Hope my story isn't too predictable though…
Sammie Tonks – Cliffhangers only bother me when people leave their story sitting there for too long! Thank you girl!
Dama-de-tinieblas – Thank you!
KdarkMaiden – Cheers!
Angel Apple – Justin is on his way out shortly! Promise!
Minverva7 - um, yeah, the TV, well, it's a magic TV and works in Hoggies cos...oh, all right, I buggered up! Sorry! I think frankly that Hermione reacted fairly calmly to knowing Charlotte was being taken care of by Snape's mum – lord, I would be having a heart attack were it my kid!
Anon – thank you too.
Pseudonym – Your right, I don't believe Severus was too pleased at all ;) Thanks!