I'm back...I'm back. Thank the Lord, I'm back. Safe on the ground after an endless eight hour flight. I really don't like flying. BUT, I come back home and find no less than forty reviews of my stories waiting for me. Thank you for brightening up the jet-lag! As a thank you, I'm posting the next chapter asap but...oh, dear...I have a feeling you're going to hate me....
I promise to update very, very soon.
For those of you interested in the sequel to 'Madness With The Bliss', I've got so much of it under wraps now (what else is there to do to calm the nerves at 35,000 feet?!) I'm ready to start posting very soon.
Chapter six
Pillow talk
11pm-midnight -
"So, were you a punk-rocker, then?" she said, not being able to hide the smile in her voice.
"No-oo - I just listened to the music whenever I was away from school."
She thought she could hear a suggestion of a smile in his voice and marvelled at the different Professor Snape she was seeing. Of course being imprisoned was a great equaliser. If they made it out alive she had no doubt he would revert back to the old Snape; but she couldn't help wondering if perhaps his attitude towards her might change. They had, after all, peed in each other's presence.
"I couldn't imagine you with bright red hair and a safety pin through your nose."
"I should hope not!"
There was a nicely-timed silence before...
"Green for Slytherin, if anything."
She chuckled.
"What made you choose that song?"
"It was the first one to come into my head."
"And have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have?"
He paused.
"What kind of question is that to ask your teacher?"
"It's just that you picked that one after all those years - I thought it might have been an important song to you back then."
"You really are...I just happened to remember that particular one, that's all."
She leaned up to look at him.
"I don't believe you," she grinned. "I think you had a secret love."
"You are an incurable romantic. I had nothing of the sort."
She lay back down and allowed a little silence before saying,
"So what was her name, then?"
"Hermione..." he warned.
"Oh, same name as me!" she teased.
"This is madness; why am I even..? Yes, all right, there was someone, if you must know; but no more questions. It remains my private business."
"Why shouldn't you have fallen in love with her?"
For one tiny moment she thought he was going to tell her, but...
"Could we change the subject please..."
She shivered.
"It's getting colder..."
"Yes, I had noticed."
She looked at her watch.
"Almost midnight - it'll get colder before morning..."
"Hmmmm, this could become quite uncomfortable."
"Dangerous, even."
A silence.
"You know, there is another survival trick..." she said, carefully.
"Don't even suggest it."
"It could be the only way."
"I think we'll take our chances."
"You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"Yes, and it's out of the question."
"Well, I admit it's a bit unorthodox, but it might be necessary..."
"Not only unorthodox but entirely inappropriate."
"Inappropriate?"
"I am your teacher!"
"Oh, so what would be appropriate? Harry wins and when they come to release us, they find us dead of hypothermia?"
"No - inappropriate for them to open that door and find us in bed together, naked."
"But our body heat will be more effective..."
"No!"
She frowned at him.
"Well, you know something? I'm assuming we're going to win and I want to survive so I can celebrate..." She put her hands under the cloak, lifted her bottom and wriggled out of her shorts. "...so I'm not going to let a little thing like inappropriateness get in the way." She sat up and pulled her top up over her head and put both items of clothing on top of the cloak before throwing herself down beside him.
She glanced up at him.
"You can let me freeze on my own, if you want - then how will it look?"
Midnight-1am
He was speechless...breathless...motionless...
In the blink of an eye she was...
...next to him...in bed...naked!
And she wanted him naked too!
She was right, of course. The best way to preserve body heat was to have skin contact, but...it was just so...he couldn't possibly...he'd be hauled up before the Ministry if...
...but she was now naked and shivering against him. She would freeze unless...There must be a way round this. Think. Think. Think.
"Turn your back."
Without a word, she turned to face the wall. He left the bed, taking in her smooth, naked back before covering her again with the cloak.
Quickly he undressed, laying his clothes on top of the cloak.
"Oh, please hurry - it's so cold."
'Well, no problem so far' he thought as he looked down. The cold had made everything retreat almost out of sight.
He got back into the bed, trembling with cold and...
"Hurry, put your arms around me."
He moved to comply, then stopped in his tracks, aware of two things simultaneously.
He wasn't sure where he could safely put his hands if he hugged her and, his body now seemed to be recovering from the cold air at an alarming rate.
He swallowed.
He was now in very dangerous territory. The big test.
However, hadn't he, Severus Snape, been the only Death Eater capable of closing his mind to the Dark Lord? If he was able to block the Dark Lord and his power, surely one naked female..?
"Ummm, I think we should turn around and you hug me." he said.
"OK"
He turned quickly and her arm slipped around his waist.
He could feel her hair tickling his shoulder blade; her breath on his spine and...(the dear Gods!)...her hard nipples brushing against his skin.
He was helpless to prevent the groin-aching memory of those beautiful buds standing up beneath her vest earlier...
He closed his eyes to the ever rising tide of arousal.
Take the brain of the grapper-fish and reduce to a paste with two drops of dragon's blood...
"Professor?" she said, quietly.
"Ye..?" He cleared his throat. "Yes?"
"You know this isn't the right way round?"
"This is the only way round..."
"Oh, don't be so immature - your vital organs are going to freeze if you don't turn and face me."
His vital organs?! His left kidney wasn't the vital organ he was concerned about right now.
"Do not worry about me - if you are still cold, get closer to my back."
Why did he have to suggest that?
She'd wriggled closer and now he could feel her bush brushing against his buttocks as she 'spooned' him.
...place in a copper bowl which has been left in the light of a full moon...
"What are you doing?" he asked, sharply.
"Nothing."
"You're wriggling."
"I'm shivering."
"You cannot be that cold!" Ye Gods! He was on fire here.
"I am."
She shivered again.
And again.
How the hell had he got himself into this situation? This was going to take all his Occlumency skills...
He gave in and turned around. He stared over her head at the wall, concentrating on a stain on the brickwork as he wrapped his arms around her.
...then add three hairs from the throat of a fwooper bird...
"Ooh!" she squeaked.
He closed his eyes. Did he need to enquire?
"I apologise, but it's the body's natural reaction to being close to another. I assure you it is nothing to do with you personally."
"Really?"
"Really. Just an instinctive reaction."
"An instinctive reaction?"
"Yes."
"Oh, that's a relief!"
It was only then he realised with huge shock that he was actually disappointed to hear those words. There had obviously been a thought in the back of his mind that...perhaps he wouldn't have to fight this all the way.
"That must be what's happening to me, then," she said.
His blood stopped in his veins.
"S...sorry?"
"My body's natural reaction to being close to another...
Wha..?
"...only I'm suddenly very wet between my legs..."
Hell have mercy! He hadn't expected this.
"Yes," he managed to say through the constriction in his throat. "Just the body's natural reaction. Ignore it."
"It's very difficult."
"Try to sleep."
"Especially with my breasts squashed up against you..."
...HEAT IN A MEDIUM CAULDRON FOR A MINIMUM OF FORTY MINUTES...
"...almost as though they need to be..."
"Hermione..."
"..and then there's that throbbing..."
"Will you be silent?" He could hear the desperation in his voice.
"...in the pit of my belly..."
"For pity's sake woman, are you completely naive?!" he cried, almost angrily.
She looked up at him with big brown doe-eyes.
"...as though I really, really...need you...to fuck me."
He felt as though he'd been hit by a bolt of lightening. Complete shock and arousal swamped his body at hearing such a word...such a proposal...from her lips. He stared down at her and at once realised he had been the naive one. She knew exactly what she was doing.
It was too much for him - he hadn't exactly been a saint to begin with...
He raised himself up and caught her waiting lips with his own.
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