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Chapter 17: Tease.

Hermione slipped the dark robes on which resembled Snape's—it brought a smile to her face that they were similar. She was yet to see him as he was in the Great Hall for breakfast. The floo had let her straight into his private quarters, and she made her way down the stairs to his lab where a schedule was waiting for her.

There was a little note scribbled down next to the block which read "dinner - optional." Hermione smirked, I will definitely be attending dinner. It bewildered her how he'd managed to come up with a two-week schedule for her in just over a day. He's a remarkable man - who I love.

Hermione felt giddy and resisted the urge to do a little dance. She wasn't bothered that he hadn't said the words back to her, but she was smart enough to work out that he was telling her that through his insult. Calling me an imbecile is close to I love you.

There was also a list of potions for her to start working on, Madam Pomfrey must need them. Hermione got to work and settled into her new environment.

Severus will be in lessons for most of the day, so I won't see him until dinner. I need to get him alone.

Hermione spent a couple of hours brewing potions, and when she eventually finished, Snape was yet to visit her. She decided to pack up the phials and head towards the Hospital Wing to give Madam Pomfrey the medicines.

She walked down the corridor and into the darkest part of the dungeon. The bell sounded throughout the castle halls, and the herd of moving students almost whisked her away. She kept the potions close to her chest and was marginally surprised when she collided with a familiar back.

"I'm sorry sir," She smiled up at Snape who scowled at her in response. Remus Lupin stood before them smirking.

"It's lovely to see you back at Hogwarts, Hermione," She went to shake his hand, but he pulled her in for a hug. She squealed in surprise and didn't miss the predatory growl behind her. "Ease up Severus; we're allowed to be unprofessional at times. He's miserable for some reason—I think maybe things have gone sour with his lover."

"Lover?" She questioned with a knowing glint in her eyes. Hermione glanced at Severus. I've just had a brilliant idea...I'm sorry Severus, but you're about to be teased. "I wonder who she could be?"

"He won't tell me about her. One day he was practically skipping down the corridor-"

"Might I remind you that I've never skipped in my life, nor will I ever," He spoke with venom, but his flushed face portrayed his embarrassment.

"I've been spending time with Severus recently, and I haven't seen a woman around," She explained to Remus who raised a brow.

"Hm," He mused. "Where do you meet her Severus? I hope you take her out to nice places and not somewhere dodgy like Knockturn Alley."

"He's right sir. You shouldn't romance a woman in taboo places," Hermione radiated joy, whereas Snape projected anger. If I keep this up for the rest of the day, maybe he'll ravish me in the lab. I'll keep my fingers crossed.

"How are things with Ronald?" Remus asked, and Hermione faltered for a second.

"We didn't last long. I'm actually in a relationship with someone right now," She explained, and Remus' face lit up.

"Who? Does he treat you well?"

"Well..." She savoured a glance at Snape's thunderous face and decided to stop teasing him. "He treats me remarkably well. You should meet him; you'll get on splendidly."

"I'd love to meet him," Remus grinned. "I have to go now. I'll see you at dinner Hermione. Bye Severus," He nodded goodbye and walked away from them.

Hermione smiled sweetly at Snape who was burning a hole into her head. "I best deliver these potions to Madam Pomfrey. I'll see you at dinner, sir."

Harry stood by the fountain in the Ministry of Magic and sighed. He'd visited the Auror Department and asked for his job back—he hadn't even finished his sentence, and they'd said yes. Things will never change; they only care that I defeated Voldemort.

A familiar smell filled his nostrils and he turned in time to see Draco walk past him in a hurry. He called out before he could stop himself. "Draco!"

Oh crap.

The blond stopped in the busy crowd of people then turned in his direction. Harry awkwardly waved at him and his face flushed in embarrassment. Draco pushed through the people and came to stand in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, and his eyes drifted down Harry's body.

"I got my job back as an Auror," Harry explained with a small smile, then his eyes fell to the floor. "They didn't question me...they made me sign a contract, then I was finished in a few minutes."

"It's because you're Harry Potter, the boy who-"

"I know who I am," He grunted in annoyance. "It gets irritating after awhile."

Harry wished to ask him about last night but knew the Ministry was the last place they should discuss such delicate matters.

"There you are Draco," Lucius pushed through the crowd of people and sent thunderous looks to anyone that moved. "We need to go—Potter," He growled.

Draco straightened his back then turned to his father. "I forgot there's something I need to do-"

"That may be the case, but we've more important things to talk about," Lucius looked down his nose at Harry. "Let's go," He turned around and left.

"Come and find me when you grow up and learn to make your own decisions," Harry said with anger in his eyes. "Bye, Draco."

...

Hermione took a seat next to Snape at the High Table. Remus sat on his other side, and they were engaging in conversation—in other words, Snape was doing his best to get Remus to stop talking.

She started to eat the food on her plate, but carefully crossed her leg over the other, so her bare flesh peeked out from her robes. The movement caught Snape's attention, and he watched her from the corner of his eye. His right hand tightened around the arm of his chair, and a satisfied smirk grew on her face.

"How has your day been Hermione?" Remus asked suddenly.

"It's been rather boring actually," She took a sip of her water. "I was all alone in a dark, damp dungeon."

"Aren't you supposed to be watching over her?" Remus directed his question at Snape, who narrowed his eyes at her.

"She can handle herself."

"Was that a compliment, sir?" She leaned closer to him. "I feel my life is now complete. I can die happy knowing you think so highly of me."

"That's not what I said," He growled, and Remus laughed.

"It sounded like a compliment to me."

"How are Tonks and Teddy?"

"They are very well thank you. Just last week we went…"

Hermione smiled over at Remus as he continued to ramble on about Tonks and Teddy. It was nice to hear about his post-war life, but playing with Snape was more fun. She watched as Snape brought his goblet to his lips, unaware of the glimmer in her eyes.

She leaned forward on her elbow with her chin on her palm; she angled her head so she could look better at Remus. Unbeknownst to the werewolf, Hermione slipped her left hand beneath the table and placed it on Snape's thigh.

His goblet paused at his lips, but that was the only recognition he gave. Remus carried on talking, and Hermione nodded occasionally. She edged her hand slowly up his inner thigh. The lower part of his body covered completely from wandering eyes.

She trailed her hand up and down in a teasing manner, then moved her eyes to his for a brief second; his eyes were alight with desire. Hermione smirked and turned her attention back to Remus, then brushed her fingertips against the forming bulge under his trousers.

Snape's left eye twitched, and she bit down on her bottom lip to contain her giggle. She gave him a gentle squeeze, and he swallowed hard.

"Something wrong, sir?" She asked, interrupting Remus. "You look rather flushed; maybe you should lay off the wine."

"She's right Severus, you do look flushed," Lupin joined in, and Snape growled as Hermione removed her hand from beneath the table.

...

Hermione smirked knowing he was following behind her. She swayed her hips as she entered the lab, then hummed to herself while she cleaned up the mess from earlier.

"You play a cruel game, Miss Granger," She turned to look at him through sated eyes.

"I do not know what game you talk about, sir," She returned her attention to the worktop, then an arm wrapped around her waist and his firm body pressed against her back. "This hardly seems appropriate, sir."

"I dare you to call me sir one more time Granger," He warned huskily by her ear.

"I should head home...sir-" Snape brought his hand up to cup her breast through her blouse and gave it a hard squeeze. Hermione moaned instantly and nuzzled her behind against his erection.

"You can't go home yet," He whispered near her ear. "You've got things to attend to," Snape nipped at her earlobe; the strange sensation made her eyes burst with desire.

He trailed his free hand down her stomach pausing for a second at the band of her skirt. Snape caressed her breast once more, then dropped his fingers to her awaiting heat. Hermione gasped when he brushed against her aching clit causing her head to roll back.

Her exposed neck gave him the perfect opportunity to latch his lips onto her creamy skin while he rubbed her vigorously. Through her hazy mind, she managed to get herself to move her hand between them so she could cup the bulge in his trousers. Snape responded with a grumble against her throat, then nibbled on the tight skin there.

Hermione felt herself get closer to her climax, and the pressure inside her was almost unbearable. Snape sensed her upcoming glee and quickly stopped his movements. It took a few seconds for her to realise he'd halted.

"Sir?" She gasped.

Snape growled in response; before she could think of a witty comeback, he'd cast a wandless spell leaving them both naked. She turned to approach him, but he pinned her wrists to her back and forced the front of her body down on the worktop.

Well, this is working out better than I thought.

"Again, this hardly seems appropriate, sir-" Hermione cried out as he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. He paused to give her a moment to adjust. However, he saw she was about to open her mouth to say something else, so shut her up with a swift motion.

The hold on her wrist was firm—he wasn't going to leave a mark—Hermione didn't mind, the whole situation was rather exciting.

Snape began to slide in and out of her, making sure to draw out a moan or whimper each time he buried himself deep. Snape hit a certain spot inside of her that made her twitch on the table and groan deeply.

Each cry of pleasure urged him on, and his movements became more frantic. Heat exploded throughout Hermione's body as he continued to hit the euphoric spot within her, and she called out his name as her orgasm rocked her body. Snape finished with a few more dominant thrusts and left her feeling like a boneless mess on the table.

"You know, I might just call you sir all the time if you react like that Severus," He let go of her wrists with a hearty laugh, then pulled her naked body against his. He wrapped his arms around her weak form and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

Gosh, I really do love him.