-=As always, what you recognize is JKR's, the plot is my sick making.=-

AN/ The name of the adjunct story is called Princely Deeds- look for it, I'm interested to see what you think. Your reviews really make my day. I appreciate each, and every one, if anyone else has questions, regarding something they read, feel free to drop a line.

This is a long chapter, hope you enjoy it. Kisses everyone.

Cheap Thrills

Volatile Valentines Part 3

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Opening her bedroom window an owl delivered a parchment envelope.

Inside there lay a pink silk ribbon, no note. It was a quality ribbon. Who sent it, and why?

Undressing for bed in front of her mirror, thinking of how Snape warmed up her January.

A delicious shiver rippled through her. Turning in front of the mirror, goose-flesh erupted across her skin. Spotting it; the forked ends of the ribbon touched and teased her, magically dancing smoothly against her skin.

Experimentally getting into bed, not wanting to upset the ribbon. On her back, thighs spread she permitted it complete access.

Once she shuttered exhausted, she grasps the wriggling, moist, aromatic ribbon and donned her nightshirt.

She woke quite refreshed the next day.

Tying her hair back with the pink ribbon, she went to her Potions. She ignored questions about it, pink ribbons after all weren't her norm.

Smugly she played with the ribbon during the lecture. Snape confiscated the ribbon, angrily pocketing it.

Hermione's potion corked, Snape began the second portion of the lecture. Snape observed her brushing her lips against her finger, parting her lips ever so slightly. Flicking out her tongue, sliding it against her knuckle. Sitting in the front, no one noticed.

Wrapping her lips around the width of her thumb, she closed her eyes. There was a lull in Snape's discourse. Fascinated at Snape's barely disguised reaction, she brushed the feather end of her quill from ankle to mid-thigh.

The difficulty of Snape's physical state forced him to cut class short. "Ms. Granger, remain after class."

Warding the door, Snape walked over to Hermione's desk. The Potions Master pulled the ribbon out. Scenting her heavenly musk he gave her a questioning look.

"It worked very well, it was quite a nice gift." Hermione blushed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Snape looked pissed and bewildered.

"You sent that to me...didn't you?" Hermione watched in horror as Snape confirmed her fear. "Well, if it wasn't you..."

"What is so special about it?" Looking dubiously at the pink ribbon.

Hermione's blush deepened, in a fearful state the tore the ribbon from his hand. "Thank you." Shoving it into her pocket.

"Ms. Granger, I demand to know what is going on?" He sat on the desk in front of her.

"Professor, I thought you had sent it to me...and wanted...you to know...uhm...how much I enjoyed it. But you...uhm...didn't send it...obviously." She nearly laughed out of nerves.

Snape crossed his arms across his chest. "Well?" Snape was irritated. Brooking no protest, he presented his hand to accept it back. "What does it do?" Miffed, she handed it over, refusing to divulge its hidden qualities. "Ms. Granger, you are the reason class ended five minuets early. Let's see, five minuets times the fifteen students, you owe me an hour and fifteen minuets of your time, now."

"Professor?" She didn't have a class period until after lunch, but she knew she should really study for her NEWTS.

"Ms. Granger take your punishment. Now we're going to get to the bottom of this." Snape's mouth twitched, amused. "Hold out your hand." His slender fingers wrapped around her wrist. Snape placed the troublemaker's stone in her palm and keeping it there with a sticking charm. "Stand Ms. Granger."

She glared at Snape, the stone was powerful, and she was at Snape's mercy. "Professor, this is reprehensible."

"It's time to test the longevity of your clever invention." She withdrew her wand. "Expelliarmus." Hermione's wand landed in the corner. "Ms. Granger, you insisted on getting my attention, today. Why, pray tell?"

"See, what arouses you." She clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Do you still want to know, what arouses me Ms. Granger?" Each word, slow and silky. Snape ran a finger down her cheek.

"Yes." Scowling.

More than mildly interested he spoke gently against her ear. "Does this arouse you?"

She nodded vigorously, lips clamped shut.

"Ms. Granger, would you like me to touch you?" He hadn't laid a finger on her, though her skin felt feverish.

She yelled, "yes, damn you!"

"Tsk, tsk, Ms. Granger. Such language." Smirking, "Ms. Granger, would you like me to...kiss you?"

She was biting her lip piercing it with her tooth. Blood welled and pooled around the puncture.

"Answer the question. Should I kiss you Ms. Granger, it might make your lips feel better."

"Yes, yes. Ok, yes." Snape fixed her lip with a wave of his wand.

"Please don't hurt yourself, it distresses me." He cooed. "This is quite an extraordinary stone. You would tell me your deepest, darkest secrets. Wouldn't you?"

Mouth clapped shut, she nodded jerkily.

"I'm enjoying this Ms. Granger, very much." Snape walked around behind her, pulling her hair away from her neck. He addressed the next question to her neck. "Ms. Granger, would you like me to kiss up your slender neck?"

She grunted an indiscernible reply.

Speaking closer to her skin. "Ms. Granger, what was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, please." Anger and frustration flooded those two syllables.

"Ms. Granger, tell me what this does." Holding it dangling in front of her, "pink ribbon do that you enjoyed so much?"

"Tickles." She evaded.

"Tickles? Would that be, 'tickles your fancy?'" Snape's voice dripped with lust.

"Yes, I hate you." Hermione hissed.

"That's quite harsh, Ms. Granger. I must tell you, I am impressed. Your little stone seems to be very effective in an interrogation situation. Last month when you came to see me with your little stunt, did you enjoy my attentions? I confess Ms. Granger, I certainly was pleased to lavish my attention on you."

She sat on her desk to face Snape who was still standing behind her. "Yes, Professor."

Seeing her more relaxed demeanour, he moved closer. Her skirt lay like a hammock between her parted legs. Drawn still closer to her. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Holding his gaze, mind clear and relaxed; she clasps the wrist holding the stone with her left hand. Throwing her legs around his waist, she pressed the stone against the back of his neck. Hermione smiled invitingly at Snape. Before he knew what had happened she inquired levelly. "What do you want from me Professor?"

Snape was not suspicious answering he thought of his own free will. "You, all of you." Unthinking he put his arms around her.

"Professor? Why do you want to know, what I'd want?" Keeping her face placid.

"I want..." Then it had dawned on him what had happened. "Ms. Granger." He was slightly panicked. "Let go, at once." Trying to remove her bodily wasn't helping, she wrapped her arms and legs more tightly around him. "Ms. Granger!" She could feel how aroused he was Hermione wiggled closer.

"Sir, you aren't going to get away that easily. What is it Professor, you can dish it out, but can't take it?"

At this, he grinned. "Ms. Granger, I'm certainly capable of doing both." Leaning in he kissed her, rendering her speechless. Deepening the kiss she loosed her hold. Using this opportunity, he broke free. Still grinning, he took a step back. "Ms. Granger," He released the sticking charm. "you're free to go." He picked up the stone in his bare hand. "I'm glad we've had this little chat. It was very pleasurable."

She snatched up her bag and wand, storming off.

~*~

Snape needed to relieve himself before his next class in an hour.

He stripped his clothes off magically. Laying down in his bed, he stroked the patent arousal from his swollen cock. His nipples were tingling. He could almost imagine her licking and nibbling on them, while his hand worked furiously. I can't thank you enough Ms. Granger, the stone is brilliant.

He was close, so close. "Hermione, Hermione, ...ah, mmm...oh Hermione, you brilliant woman."

His nipples still tingled. Looking down at them, he saw the pink ribbon, massaging and moving over them. Cleaning himself off, he observed the ribbon dance around his body pleasuring his flesh. Who sent you the ribbon, Ms. Granger. Who? Suspicion made him uneasy.