Severus stood in his shower, the water cascading down on him from above as he leant against the cool shower wall. His arms were propped on the wall, his head lay against them as he allowed the water to slide down his scarred back, the smooth splash soothing his ragged nerves.
He was tired- so incredibly tired all of the time. He exhaled, the warm water doing little to ease his tense muscles as he tried to force his racing mind back under control.
She'd been in his class that day, it took very little to spark the want in him now that she'd grown to adulthood, she was beautiful- magnificent perhaps serving as a better term.
He wanted to bury his fingers in her thick curls and lose himself in her, in her scent, in her soft curves.
It was easy to remember the way her flesh felt, the way she tasted on his tongue. He'd often remembered her, fantasized she was back with him, that she'd never been gone.
His cock twitched to life as he thought about her soft skin, her sweet smell, and that flavor, the flavor of her that drove him absolutely mad. No matter how many years separated him from those moments with her he would always remember, he would always taste her on the tip of his tongue.
One hand dropped down from the wall, sliding down the wet skin of his abdomen, over gently rolling muscles to the hot shaft of his waiting prick. Gods, it wanted to be buried inside her, as much as his mouth wanted to be filled with her.
He stroked himself, gently at first, his fingers tugging and rolling about. If he closed his eyes he could imagine she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his hips and her moans filling the air as she took him deeper, deeper inside her.
She would cry out, call his name, he imagined it was not his hand surrounding his now fully erect member but her body. Her velvet walls around him, her muscles pulling against him before opening to allow him reentry.
He moaned aloud, a deep, throaty sound that filled the lavatory and echoed out into his bedchambers where it was stopped by a silencing charm. He groaned, his mouth open and his eyes still closed against his arm as he stroked himself, ever lengthening.
Desire, desire coursed and sparked through him as he began to thrust his hips in time with his hand. Her body in his mind writhing beneath him, a faint glimmer of sweat between her breasts. The taste of her lips on his.
He grunted, a guttural sound as he thrust forward once more into his hand. His hips and the muscles of his firm buttox twitching and shuddering as he came in rivulets against the shower wall.
He opened black eyes, wet hair clinging to his face, and watched as the water washed away his seed, his member sated for the moment as he continued to let the water pelt his back.
For just a moment he allowed himself to lean there, his eyes closing again. Because in that moment, if he let his imagination continue to wander he could believe she was there, in his arms. He could convince himself he could hear her, smell her, taste her.
SSHG
Hermione laughed at Rose, she was currently doing a marvelous impression of Ron and acting as if she were snogging to pillows, giving each its turn with a cocky comment between.
Ginny was giggling, nearly on her back with her laughter and Hermione couldn't help her own laughs that burst from her chest.
Rose was like the little sister she never had and she loved the girl- so much.
She felt bad it was Ronald that she'd managed to lose her heart to but at the same time she understood very well.
It was impossible to choose, one couldn't make their heart love anyone but the one it loved.
"Someday he won't be such a jerk, right?" Ginny rubbed the other girl's shoulder and gave a soft smile.
"The rest of them turned out okay, I'm sure he's just feeling it for being the youngest boy." Rose blushed and gave her a smile.
"Even if he doesn't, there are other boys out there Rose. Ronald Weasley is not the be all, end all." Hermione smiled and Rose snorted a laugh.
"I know, I know, he just- he can be so sweet, when he wants to." Ginny nodded.
"He's great at home, it's when you get him to school he turns into a ponce."
Hermione chuckled and shook her head, taking a bit of a licorice wand.
They were having a girl's night in her Head Girl dorm, using the weekend as an excuse to binge on sweets and talk about boys.
"So who are you interested in now, Gin? I noticed you don't stare at Dean so much." Hermione commented, Rose gave a rapid nod.
"You're right! You've hardly given him the time of day, is there someone new?" The little redhead wiggled in her spot, biting into a Bertie Bot's every flavor bean and making a disgusted face as she spit it back out.
"Bogey…" She groaned, Ginny snorted a laugh.
Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"No, I'm not actually interested in anyone right now. I thought- I really thought I was in love with Harry but, you know, the more I see him spend time with Draco the more I think I may be umm, how to put this…? Aiming for the wrong bludger." Hermione shook her head and glanced to the doorway.
The relationship between Harry and Draco was morphing strangely, changing into something else.
She'd never suspected her friend would be gay, she was happy for him either way, however, it was something she could definitely accept. And maybe Draco was like Ron, they could hope both boys would calm down when they grew older.
"What about you, 'Mi?" Ginny turned her focus to the brunette who shook her head.
"You know I'm focused on my education. Top scores are more important than boys." She repeated the same words she'd been saying her entire education, took a bite of her licorice wand, and gave her friends a satisfied smirk.
She could never tell them that she thought about a certain black eyed Professor all of the time, they wouldn't understand her strange obsession.
Merlin, even she didn't understand it!
SSHG
"Can anyone tell me the consistency of Unicorn's Blood?" Professor Snape asked, his eyes flitting over the class.
Of course, as always, Hermione Lupin's hand shot into the air.
"Ms. Lupin?"
"It is a thick silvery substance, it has been compared to a liquid mirror. Unicorn's Blood is rumored to be able to extend a person's life but to kill a unicorn is a dangerous choice as it is said you will be cursed from that moment on. Unicorn's Blood is incredibly expensive and is considered a class 4 controlled ingredient in potion making, only allowable for use by Higher level Ministry officials and potions masters who have been given direct permits."
"Very good, excessive, but very good." Snape grunted and turned back to the board, his chalk scribbling across the dark surface as he reviewed the words it wrote.
"You will be writing a ten inch essay on the moral and ethical reasons for abstaining from use of Unicorn's Blood, I also require you give me a full description of the ingredient and at least four reasons it is a level four controlled ingredient. You are dismissed."
Hermione walked out, trapped between the shoulders of Harry and Ron who were talking animatedly.
She cast a look back at Professor Snape just as they left the room to find him sat at his desk, head in his hands.