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Chapter 6: Deprived.
Hermione nuzzled herself deep within the crevice under his desk. The room was full of bored sixth years attempting a very complicated potion. She listened carefully, stifling her laughter behind her hand when he scolded a male student. His deep voice sent ripples of arousal through her body.
She was hiding underneath his desk to surprise him in a very erotic way; it was also very risky. He began to move closer to his desk, annoyed with the useless students and sat down. His chair was too far away, so his body wasn't fully beneath the desk like it needed to be.
A few minutes had passed before he moved his chair under the wooden surface. There was a large enough gap between the desk and his desiring area; enough room for head movement, she grinned sheepishly, cautiously moving out from the corner.
With a shaking hand, she brushed her fingertips against his shin; stilling his movements. Hermione ran her hand along the inside of his thigh, feeling his muscles tighten under her delicate touch. Her bottom lip was trapped beneath her teeth as she leisurely ran her hand over his forming bulge.
She found the button for his trousers in between the mass of robes, and gingerly pulled down the zip. Hermione pushed some of her hair from her face, then reached inside his grey boxers to pull out his hard cock - a beautifully big cock.
Her breath fanned across his oozing tip, and with a tentative tongue, she moistened his head more. She heard him inhale sharply, but it wasn't a sound anyone would question. Hermione wet her lips, then lowered her mouth to his cock-
Hermione shot up in bed with a start, then the thudding noise of Harry banging on her door made her growl.
"What!?" She yelled.
"You said we were going out for coffee...it's almost eleven," She heard him say sheepishly.
Bugger!
"O-OK, I'll be down in a couple of minutes," Harry retreated down the corridor, then she fell backwards on her bed with a sigh. "Crap…"
She hated that she was always pulled out of the dreams before it got pleasing. One time it had got to the point where Snape thrust inside of her, then the euphoric feeling was torn away from her by Kreacher.
It's settled, something has to happen the next time I see him. Severus cannot be OK with it all...I've never been so sexually frustrated in my life - I've never been sexually frustrated before!
She wandered into the bathroom, showered, brushed her hair and teeth, then got dressed. An hour later, she was sitting opposite Harry in a cafe.
Hermione stared mindlessly at her bag next to her foot. She had slipped the book about soulmates inside after Snape left on Friday - it's now Sunday. I don't know if I can read any more...I already know that I want him, bad. What else could be left to say, we're soulmates.
After Hermione had got Harry home on Saturday morning, she had watered the hangover out of him, told him they would talk tomorrow, so here they were, not talking. He shifted uncomfortably in front of her, and she flashed him a weak smile.
"I didn't drink anything yesterday," He said.
"That's amazing," She stirred the spoon in her coffee mug. "Will you be drinking tonight?"
"Probably," He muttered behind his cup.
"Will you promise me that you'll only have...let's say...three?" She offered hopefully. Hermione knew she couldn't demand that he not touch a single drop of alcohol from this moment on because that's not how you get someone to stop drinking excessively, you need to ease them off it.
"I promise," He smiled then pushed his glasses up his nose. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Was Professor Snape at the whorehouse on Friday?" Her chest felt heavy as she regarded him with wary eyes. "I can't say I'm surprised; he's always seemed like the type to pay for sex-"
"I'm going to have to stop you right there, Harry," Her face tightened. "You won't be insulting Severus in my presence, ever."
"Severus?" He laughed. "Seriously, 'Mione he'd kill you if he heard you call him by his real name."
"I've been calling him that to his face for a while now," She explained, then narrowed her eyes at him. "He calls me Hermione."
Harry laughed again. "Careful, you sound like you like him."
"I do," She said seriously, resisting the urge to hit him. If he isn't going to be able to handle the truth about Severus and me, then he's going to fizzle up when I tell him about Draco.
"Why? I appreciate everything he did for me, but he's still a greasy git," Harry took a sip of his coffee.
"That greasy git happens to be my soulmate," He spat the coffee back into his cup, coughing viciously.
"'Mione, that isn't funny!"
"Am I laughing?" She retorted, tapping her finger against the rim of her cup. "Harry there's something I need to talk to you about...it may seem very hard to believe. Nevertheless, I speak the truth."
"What's going on?" He asked, leaning closer to her.
"Severus is my soulmate," She stated. "We discovered the truth on Friday, but something had been going on before that."
"You and Snape have been hooking up?" He paled at the thought. "W-Why?"
"Because I like him very much, Harry. I'm sure he feels the same way - forget that, I know he does. Nothing serious has happened yet, but we've shared some heated moment in the foyer together. On Friday a book found its way into our hands and revealed the truth about our feelings, about who we are to each other. Soulmates have always been talked about, yet no evidence has been found, until now. It explains the signs that inform you that you have a soulmate, plus you can only read the contents if you have a soulmate yourself…"
Harry was gripping the side of his head; eyes widened as he stared at her frantically. "S-Seriously?"
"What reason do I have to lie?" Hermione's reply didn't ease his pale skin.
"A book told you this? Can I see it-Oh, I forgot you said only people with soulmates could read it!" He exclaimed, there were too many things rushing through his mind at the moment. "This is weird."
"Very," She whispered. "But, I love every second that I spend with him. You don't need to know every detail of our coupling. However, you may be interested to know that Severus and I first realised that there was something more going on when we both started having the same dreams...coming together in numerous situations...just like you and Draco."
There, I said it!
Hermione observed him, but he didn't react. Maybe he doesn't understand what I'm hinting at? "Harry?" She bit her bottom lip, then grabbed her bag and pulled out the book. She opened it and nudged it closer to him. "Can you see words on the page?"
Harry's eyes moved a fraction, but he still didn't react. OK, I think he has gone into shock. Hermione knew that she would've had a similar reaction if somebody told her that she and Snape were soulmates if they hadn't spoken since she left Hogwarts. Merlin, I'm glad things had happened between us before we discovered the truth, it softened the blow in a way.
"Harry?"
"It's blank," He croaked, finally snapping back to attention.
"Blank?" She retorted, bringing the book back and turning the pages filled with words. "Are you being serious?"
He nodded. "I don't see anything."
"Are you positive?" Hermione massaged her forehead, then cleared her throat. "I assumed you would be able to read it."
"The dreams have stopped...they stopped after you asked me about them last week in the kitchen," He pushed his cup around on the table.
"Why didn't you say something?" She reached out to grab his moving hand, calming his movements.
"You seemed to be a lot happier recently - now I know why - so I didn't want to burden you with it."
"Harry, you can tell me anything. Do you think it's a good sign?"
He shook his head. "When I did have the dreams...I felt alive. It was the only time in my miserable life that I felt happy, and now those dreams are gone. Draco must've done something to make them stop. A dreamless sleep potion probably."
"Well, he can't use that for long because it stops working if taken too many times," She put the book back in her bag. "Maybe they'll return afterwards."
"Maybe," He sighed. "It might be a sign that I need to sort out my life. I don't have a job, a girlfriend, or other friends. My social life consists of visiting a brothel, even then, I don't remember most nights."
Hermione wasn't sure how to respond. His mention of a girlfriend made her bite her lip. I guess he's still trying to convince himself that he's not attracted to men. She wasn't stupid; she knew that sometimes a man can just be attracted to one man in their lifetime, and not feel the same way about other men. She was positive that he cared deeply for Ginny when they were dating. It didn't matter who he liked; she just hated that he was trying to make his feelings seem wrong towards Draco.
Love is love; you can't help who you fall in love with.
"We should head home now," Harry said, getting to his feet.
"OK."
...
Hermione shivered, glancing around the packed bar. She knew she needed to be down here so she could make sure Harry didn't exceed his drink limit. She sat watching him from a nearby table, while he talked to one of the women at the bottom of the staircase.
A few of the wizards looked her way, their eyes lingering for too long. She made sure to cover up well, wearing a dark green jumper and jeans, and she was wearing her hair down for once in an attempt to cover her face.
However, it didn't take long until a wizard approached her. Felix.
"Evening, Princess," He slammed his firewhisky down on the table, then dropped into the seat next to her. "Whatcha' doing down in the lair?"
"I'm busy," She muttered, sipping her water.
"You don't look busy to me," He moved to slip his arm around her, but she brushed him off.
"Felix stop," She muttered. "I've told you no countless times."
"I've been described as quite the looker. How about you and I come together and make beautiful children," She almost laughed at his comment. Felix wasn't ugly. However, she didn't find him attractive. His sandy blond hair didn't appeal to her, and his worn face wasn't enticing.
"No thank you, Felix," She watched Harry walk up the stairs, and she bit her lip anxiously. Should I follow?
"Are you frigid?" Merlin, I hate that word.
"Why because I don't fall at the feet of every man I meet?" She snapped back menacingly. "Felix, you're not my type. I may be at a whorehouse, but unless I approach you asking for more; assume I'm not interested."
"Is this about that dark wizard who comes in?" He answered. "He keeps looking at you. I'll tell him to leave you be."
"You're referring to a wizard whom I highly respect, and he can look all he wants, for I do not care where his eyes may wander," Felix held up his hands in defence, smirking.
"You finally got yourself some action!" He boomed reaching out to wrap his arms around her shoulders, which she briskly avoided by getting to her feet.
"Goodnight, Felix," She abandoned her water on the wooden table, then headed up the stairs to the foyer.
Hermione found herself relaxing on the comfy sofa, her mind wandering back to Snape. I miss him. I just want one dream to have a satisfying ending. I want him, now.
She sighed, then pulled the soulmates book from her bag. The dark cover didn't advertise its lighthearted contents; looks can be deceiving. I wonder if Harry is lying to me...I believed he would be able to read the book.
I'm going to read some more.
'OK, lesson number one: How To Know Your Soulmate is Yours. Many inclinations occur after you've encountered your soulmate; the most common is infectious dreams. The label may sound crude, but in the simplest terms, it means that you both share the same thoughts when you sleep. My research has concluded that these nighttime rendezvous are of an erotic nature; symbolising their deepest desires for one another. These dreams are triggers so each soul can recognise their mate. In a sense, it's a significant push towards the right path that will join the pair together.'
'Secondly, the next process to take place is when both souls understand that they're meant to be bound together. This trigger allows the person to smell their partner's unique scent. The essence will be overpowering, intoxicating, and there will be times when you can feel the other from across a room. Their fragrance will appeal to all your senses, creating more of a yearning need for the other.'
'The time difference between the two triggers do not have to happen immediately. I've researched some cases where the second trigger doesn't occur until months later. The lateness can be due to guarded walls around the soul, or down to distance between the pair. For example, one case I studied, the pair had met briefly in a cafe, and that night the dream sequence began, however, the woman went off travelling around the world for a whole year after that day. Their separation left them both to be stuck in erotic dreams for twelve months until she returned and they crossed each other's paths again at a mutual friend's party. Their bond had time through the dreams to recognise that the person they were dreaming about was the one they were meant to be with - again, there are many different cases.'
'The first trigger will be prominent up until the time of actual intercourse - when two become one. After, souls will accept that they're at peace with their intended mate and sexual desires are fulfilled naturally. Soulmates are known for having an extreme sexual need for one another; it is unlike natural mating between the average witch and wizard - those desires can go away over time.'
'However, if by some unfortunate event, you separate from your mate - I've never seen a case of this happening - the animalistic need will never go away for one another. Nonetheless, I had studied a couple who experienced a dilemma when another woman threw herself onto a female's mate, and kissed him. The man immediately pushed her away, running into a nearby bathroom to scrub his lips clean with water; unable to stand the feeling of another woman kissing him. After informing his mate of what had happened, she tracked down the offender and duelled her, severely injuring the woman. The couple were fully bonded; I'm yet to see if such outcomes happen before bonding has taken place. Despite that, I can only guess that the feeling will be similar.'
Hermione touched her slightly flushed cheeks, then closed the book. I don't believe I've ever read something this eye-opening. I feel as if I have a new outlook on the world around me. She wanted to use her line of work to help hunt down the new wave of soulmates. I can imagine these intense feelings are causing problems for many people.
What if somebody's soulmate was a teacher and the other was still a student? Hermione could only assume that the first trigger will only take place when both souls are of age. It might come up when I read some more.
I need to help find these people! The thought excited Hermione terribly. She grinned while resting her chin in her hand, leaning against the arm of the sofa. There are many possibilities out there in the world! Maybe there is a soul out there who is experiencing horrific times; I can imagine their delight when they realise somebody is out in the world waiting to love them unconditionally. Merlin, I sound like a hopeless romantic. I love it!
"You seem happy!" Jenny sashayed into the room in a colourful dress.
"I am," She discreetly put the book away, noticing Jenny was watching her movements closely with a smile.
"Does it have to do with a particular professor?" She sat down on the edge of the sofa.
"It might do..." Hermione grumbled, avoiding her eyes.
"I knew it!" Jenny exclaimed. "I'm so pleased for you sweetie. I couldn't stand you sulking around here all the time."
"What do you mean?" She retorted.
"Annette and I were worried about you because all you did was sit around in here reading, not talking to anyone. You seemed miserable, so I'm glad you've found someone to perk you up," She lightly patted her arm and grinned. "Some of the women are a bit jealous."
"What?" She cringed at the harshness of her voice. "I mean really?"
Jenny laughed. "A couple of them have had their eyes on him since he started visiting. Samantha tried to approach him but was immediately halted by a look. He's got those smouldering eyes that either make you quiver in a good way, or in a not so good way."
Hermione's stomach flipped. She knew the look Jenny was talking about, and it unquestionably made her quiver in a good way.
"However, I've had my eyes on Severus' friend," She said, a tinge of red to her cheeks. "I know he's a complicated man, so I've just let it be."
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Go ahead."
"How many men have you slept with?" She asked quickly.
"Hm..." She tapped her chin in thought. "Around four."
"Huh?" Hermione said dumbfounded. "I-I thought you worked here...you know, doing the dirty...don't tell me I've got it wrong this whole time? Oh, Merlin! I'm a terrible person!"
"Hermione, calm down," Jenny grabbed her wavering hands. "I'm only here for special cases."
"What do you mean?" She pushed.
"Say if a very famous wizard comes in and wants to spend the night with a woman, it would be me. Annette deemed me as proper and eligible to be presented to a man from a wealthy background," She explained. "They were all excellent lovers who visited for around a week then we parted ways."
"Oh," She whispered. "Did you have feelings for them?"
"No," Jenny smiled sadly. "I'm afraid a lot of people have sex without caring for the person."
"I don't think I could ever do that," Hermione said. "Ron's the only person I've been with...I loved him very much at the time; it had been very rubbish compared to the stories I've heard, but it didn't matter because I loved him."
Jenny reached out and pushed some of Hermione's hair from her face. "It's OK that you feel like that. There are a lot of people out in the world that wouldn't consider having sex with anyone unless they shared a strong bond. However, some people don't believe the semantics behind sex, it's more of a release for them, and it doesn't matter who they get their release with."
"That's a sad way to live. I've heard that when you're with someone that means a lot to you, then the feeling is euphoric," Hermione couldn't wait to experience it...with Severus.
"You're right. It's unfortunate, but people like me and the women who work here don't get that chance in life because of where we're now," Jenny managed to smile through her hurtful words. "No respectable man desires a woman who has worked in a whorehouse, yet the double standards in our society prove that a man who visits said place can still be considered respectable and worthy of love."
Merlin, she was right.
"It doesn't have to be that way!" Hermione exclaimed. "You could find someone, and be so very happy."
"I'm getting old."
"Old?" Hermione's voice was almost shrill. "Jenny, you're thirty-five years old! That's not old!"
"Thank you, sweetie," Jenny stroked her cheek. "Now, what book were you trying to hide from me?"
"Erm...nothing!" She laughed nervously. "It's just a mushy romance novel."
"Sure," Jenny smirked knowingly. "Why are you blushing for? Is it of an erotic nature?"
"N-No," She stammered. "Nothing of the sort."
"Let me look!" Jenny swiped the bag off the floor and retrieved the book. Hermione reached out to swipe it back, but Jenny shot to her feet and opened it up.
Jenny grumbled. "It's just a tiresome information book! Hermione, please don't tell me you're flattering the idea of soulmates. It's a myth."
Her eyes widened. "Can you see the words?"
"Of course I can, silly," She closed the book and put it back in Hermione's bag. "I could've done with reading an erotic novel. The last time I was intimate with someone was four years ago; it gets lonely on a cold night."
Hermione laughed, then regarded Jenny with a blissful smile. I cannot believe it. Should I tell her that she has a soulmate? That she has someone that will love her unconditionally?
"I'll see you later, sweetie. Annette needs help with the bar," Jenny placed a quick kiss on the side of Hermione's head, then left the foyer.
Hermione smiled to herself as she made her way out onto the balcony. She glanced down and saw a drunken wizard stumbling around, leaning onto the wall for support. Many things were rushing through her mind at the moment. Is Harry lying to her? Can she help find the new wave of soulmates? Should she tell Jenny?
However, the thought that plagued her the most was Snape. Merlin, the next time I see him we aren't going to be interrupted. I'm sick of feeling deprived whenever I get pulled from our dreams-
Hermione felt a hand on her wrist, and she was spun around effortlessly coming face to chest with the man of her dreams. His face was scrunched up in anger, she could feel it radiating off him, but it was something more than that. Frustration? Need?
His eyes wandered over her bemused face. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against hers, pulling her closer by her waist. She let out a squeal of surprise that was masked by his heated mouth on hers. Her shock soon faded, and heat rose up from her core.
Their lips moved smoothly against each other, his tongue probing against hers, flicking the roof of her mouth. She wound her arms around his neck pushing up on her tiptoes and grinding against him; she could already feel his need for her through his throbbing erection.
Snape buried a hand in her hair tenderly moving his fingers against her scalp like she had done for him before. It was a heavenly feeling, which heightened when his smell consumed her. Merlin, he smells perfect.
Hermione moaned into his mouth pressing herself harder against him. She wanted so much more, but the balcony was not the place they needed to be. However, that didn't stop his flaming lips from moving along her jawline and down her neck. His teeth grazed her tender skin rendering animalistic purrs from her mouth.
The cold night didn't touch her skin; her whole body was overwhelmed by his ardent need. He tugged at her hair slightly, angling her head back so he could join their lips back together in another hungry kiss.
Hermione moved her arms from around his neck, travelling down his firm chest. Her fingers faltered at the hem of his shirt, but his kiss was far too distracting to fuel her worries. She eagerly slipped her slender fingers beneath his clothes and touched his warm skin. This time Snape groaned against her lips.
The sound was encouraging, so she continued to brush her fingers along his abdomen. There was a trail of hair that disappeared behind the band of his trousers, and she felt the same hair beneath her fingertips when she brushed along his chest, touching one of his nipples.
Suddenly, Snape pulled her hand away from its wandering and looked at her fiercely. Her lips were red with delight, a mirror image of his own. He leant down pressing his forehead against hers.
"Why did you stop?" She panted.
"I hardly think it's appropriate to tantalise you on a balcony," His voice was husky.
"I wasn't complaining," She whispered, and a rumble ignited from his chest.
"I have to return now. I'm supposed to be on patrol around Hogwarts," He explained his breath was spreading across her face. "I had to see you..." He paused. "Our dreams keep ending abruptly."
Hermione smiled innocently. "I know. I'm glad you visited."
"I'll be here next weekend," He stepped away from her.
"Goodbye, Severus."
Once again, she was watching his robes billowing behind him as he left the foyer.
