A Woman's Touch
by
kinkysexygirl
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: You know the drill- I own nothing but the plot...
A/N: This is where it starts getting steamy, George starts getting BAD...and Snape gets an eyeful...
A/N2: Thanks to my first reviewer, Camie!! And all the rest of you!!
Hermione was drunk. Seriously drunk. George, although he couldn't resist alcohol, had carefully given Hermione lots more to drink than he had had, and he was- almost- sober.
"Want to come back to my house?" he asked her, with no subtlety whatsoever.
"Sure, baby," she slurred with difficulty. She tried to stand up, only to sink back into her chair. George smiled. A nasty sensation of power was coming up inside him.
"Come on," he said, hauling her to her feet. He hailed a taxi, as they were in a Muggle part of town. They got to the house which Fred, George, Ron and Ginny shared. Percy had their family home, and the other two were dead.
"Fred! Ginny! Ron!" There was no answer. There was a note on the table.
George- gone out to The Leaky Cauldron, if you want to join us, come along.
"Well, that settles it!" He turned to Hermione, "We're home alone, girl."
She wrapped her arms around him.
"I adore you..." she said.
"Yeah, babe, I know, and I love you too. Come on, let's go upstairs."
He took her by the hand and led her up to his bedroom. There was a double bed, and he lay Hermione down on it. She giggled, and he smiled, once again feeling the power he had over her. He walked over to the cupboard, and pulled out two of his ties. He prowled over to her, surprising even himself at what he was imagining.
"Strip," she told her, curtly.
She laughed, and obeyed. He noticed that she was only wearing a thong under her clothes, no bra...when she was naked, George ran his hands over her body.
"Very nice," he murmured. Then he pushed her back down onto the bed, and spread her legs, tying them to the bedposts. The he lay on top of her, squeezing her breasts, licking them. He was just about to get off her and strip himself when the door opened. Hermione gave a yelp, George stood up quickly.
"What the..."
Professor Snape was in his kitchen making himself a cup of hot pumpkin juice, adding lemon juice for bitterness. He sipped it, his mouth twisting as the lemon hit it. The truth was, Snape was bored. He thought back to the old days, when Dumbledore always had work for him. Now, with a bunch of kids running The Order of the Phoenix, he was condemned to a life of boredom. He pondered this for a bit, and grew angry. I shall go over to the Weasley's house right now, he thought, and tell them I need action.
He turned into the drive outside the Weasley's house. The door was unlocked, and no-one came when he knocked. He could see some kind of activity going on upstairs, so he walked in. Up the stairs he went, until he heard giggling in one of the rooms. He walked in- and saw George Weasley just about to take off his clothes, and Hermione Granger lying on the bed, naked, with her legs spread and tied to the bedposts with...were those silk ties? Everything stopped. Snape found himself looking at Hermione's- large- breasts, and hastily moved his gaze...downwards. And then quickly onto George.
"Um...what is going on here?" he asked tentatively.
"Bloody hell, man, do you have to ask?" shouted George.
Snape walked out.