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summary: well, what have we here? A page-long fluff one-shot fic about Hermione and Snape as husband and wife. He tries to brew a potion while she. . . brews her desires.

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I AM BEGGING!

IN THE DUNGEON

She was looking at him.

His head was bowed low over a steaming cauldron, and beads of sweat began to appear to prickle his perfectly creased brow. His eyes were fixed on the boiling liquid, simmering, it seemed, not from the heat the fire below it gave forth, but from extreme pleasure at being rewarded with undivided attention from this unreachable man. His pale hands flew down the page, now and again stopping. His, now, languid hand rent the air above the different potion ingredients, stopping at the correct one [ Blood of a Virgin ] and precisely, beautifully, carefully, respectfully, gave a drop of it into the waiting liquid.

He brought his hand to his head, wiping away the sweat and the tears that began to prickle the edge of his sight and blur his vision. His black eyes, once beginning to glaze over with moisture, now returned in their striking, cold beauty. His pale skin glittered in the pale light, ivory complimented perfectly with his black garments that seemed to hang loose about a slim frame. His hair was sticking to his face, framing it, that even she could not deny the beauty that it brought to his chiseled features.

Suddenly, malevolently, he began to feel the heat of desire creeping up his spine. He began to feel her eyes boring into his chest. He began to feel her need, as her eyes glided up and down his face. He looked up and she looked away.

Fighting the urge to smile, since he knew it would not compliment his character, he smirked instead, albeit, a handsome smirk he bestowed only to her.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Mrs. Snape?" he asked. His tone floated over to her, as mysterious as he had once been to her.

Hermione looked up again, blushed, and answered. "I was wondering when my dear husband would give me an once of the attention he was giving his potion. His wife has needs too."

He walked around the long table that separated them, took her in his arms and whispered into her ear. "I'll bet she does."

In one swift movement, he was on top of her, they were on the floor, and his mouth was pressed on top of her own. He pinned her hands to the ground and raised them up above her so she could not move, not that she wanted to. He kissed her.

"Was that enough, Mrs. Snape, to placate you so that you would let your dear husband finish his potion?"

She shook her head. "No.. ."

He smothered her, not releasing her mouth from his till he knew she could not breathe, then finally, letting go. He kissed her neck and her eyelids, but did not go any further.

"Well?"

She nodded, her breath ragged. They stood up and smiled at each other.

"Mrs. Snape, you ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"Why is that, Severus?"

"I've been doing all the work here, you know, while you've been there, trying to distract me."

"Yes, its not fair."

Hermione grinned.

"the Potion has needs too."

FIN

[ er. . .. yes. .. . bad ending, but, I have no choice since I couldn't think of anything. FLAMES WELCOME, BUT PLEASE PUT A VALID REASON WHY I SUCK! ]

[ should be continuing my other stories, but, i had to put this up. . . its delicious. . mmm. . will be posting soon! ]