Hermione agonizes for an hour over what to wear to breakfast at Snape's before it comes to her. "Of course," she says to herself. She digs out the cream colored cap sleeve blouse and dark jeans from Hogwarts. She can still feel his eyes on her modest neckline as she bent over the equations he set for her. Arithmancy had never felt so erotic.
Down in the kitchen, she helps herself to a cup of strong, black tea. She is humming a little tune as she pours her tea until she realizes the uncomfortable silence in the room. Three pairs of eyes are on her, one green pair, and two blue ones.
Hermione takes a sip of her tea and gives her friends a hard look. It doesn't take her big brain long to put two and two together (or as she likes to say it, find the square root of pi).
"Let me guess," she says to them. "Extendable ears?"
They all look at each other.
"And now you wish you hadn't." She says, like a mother scolding her three spoiled children. "What is the ONE FUCKING THING I asked of you three?"
"To respect your privacy," says Harry quietly.
Hermione is devastated by the betrayal. She feels the pain of it like a stone in her stomach, and a sensation of being dropped suddenly. She is intimately familiar with the sensation of being let down, and she's had about enough. Enough. When she says the word in her mind, miraculously, the twisting sensation inside her disappears and is replaced with a cold clarity. ah, that's better.
Hermione looks at Harry, Ginny and Ron. They are all seated at the kitchen table looking up at her. She takes a sip of her tea as she considers how best to tell them she's not coming back. Not ever. The tea has gone ice cold. She spits it back into the mug and then throws the mug into the sink with all the force she can muster. It shatters dramatically, sending droplets of cold tea and ceramic bits of mug flying about the kitchen. Ginny starts to cry.
She is still sitting silently, staring up at Hermione from the table. But a steady stream of tears flows from her eyes, down her cheeks, and onto her pale pink jumper. She makes no move to wipe them, just looks at Hermione.
Hermione takes a breath and closes her eyes. Lets it out. Opens her eyes. She looks at Ginny's stricken face and deliberately recalls the sharp pain in her chest, the stone in her stomach, and all the conflicting emotion along with it. She sighs. She wordlessly cleans up the mess in the sink and repairs the mug. She pours herself another hot cup of tea, and sits down with her friends. Takes a sip of hot tea.
"I know you guys are worried about me," she says. "I won't ever ask or expect you to trust Snape. But I do expect you to trust me. And trusting me means respecting my privacy. Agreed?"
The all agree, and apologize profusely. Even Ron.
"You're all forgiven," she says. "And I'm late." She gets up to leave. At the kitchen door she turns back to them. "Love you guys."
Severus looks up from his potions periodical when he feels Hermione enter his wards. She's two minutes and forty seconds late, which is unlike her. She's either nervous, or she had to stupefy her roommates to get out of her house. He knows about the extendable ears, so he decides the latter is more likely.
Severus opens the door just as Hermione is lifting her hand to ring the bell. Her mouth pops open in surprise- not because he knew she was here, but because of what he is wearing.
"Come into my parlour," he says, motioning her through the door.
Hermione steps into Spinner's End, never taking her eyes off Severus. He is barefoot. Barefoot. He is wearing a pair of very torn, very faded jeans, and an old black t-shirt with the word Deviants written across the front. His long hair is pulled back from his angular face, and he obviously hasn't shaved yet this morning. His five o'clock shadow has progressed to a full day's salt and pepper beard. He smirks down at her, looking inordinately pleased with himself.
Two can play that game. "Pardon the intrusion, sir, but I'm here to fuck my potions professor. Do you know where he is?" She tries to keep a straight face, and almost manages it.
Severus' eyebrows go up. He didn't think she had it in her. He moves into her, eyes predatory, backing her up until she is against the door and can go no further. "Why on earth would you spread your legs for that greasy, self-righteous, surly bastard? He has his stirring rod shoved so far up his ass I don't think he CAN fuck." He takes her wrists in his left hand and pins them over her head against the door. It makes her breasts jut out deliciously and he makes a show of watching them rise and fall with her increased excitement. His right hand rests possessively on her hip, and he moves his thumb under the hem of her blouse to stroke her bare skin.
He lowers his mouth to her ear, pressing the length of his body against her, his erection flush against her belly. She lets out the most delicious little whimper. It turns into a full on groan when he exhales a hot breath on her neck. "Responsive little thing, aren't you? Why don't you let me fuck you instead?"
She lets out another wordless whimper. He pulls back to look at her face. "What do you say, Miss Granger?"
"Please," she says. It comes out as more of a moan than a word.
He holds her gaze for a few breaths longer, letting himself drink in her arousal. Then he takes both her hands in his and puts them around his neck where they belong. He pulls her into his arms and tries to kiss her as tenderly as he can. It's hard. He has never bothered to learn how to kiss nicely before. Mostly, he never bothers to kiss a woman at all.
She is responding to him, though, so he must be doing alright. Her arms tighten around his neck and her fingers caress the back of his neck.
Severus pulls back from the kiss slowly, watching her face. "But you didn't come here for a quick fuck against my front door, sweetheart. You asked me to make love to you."
"And will you?" Hermione asks, brown eyes pleading with him. She sees something flash across his face. Doubt? Apprehension? Insecurity?
"I want to. I'm going to try. I've never done it before." He says it with frank honesty, all dissembling gone from his voice.
Hermione quirks an eyebrow at him in confusion. He practically oozes sex. There is no way this man could be a-
"I've had plenty of women, Hermione. I've just never made love to any of them. Not even close. Not even in the same - what do the muggles say- ballpark."
"Oh," she says, at a loss for words.
Severus takes her hand. "Come into the kitchen and sit down. I have a pot of tea, and some questions for you. After, if you want me to attempt to make love to you, nothing would make me happier. Alright, sweetheart?"
"Yes, sir," she says, following him into his kitchen.
"Sir?" he says pointedly.
"I like calling you sir," she says, although she has just realized it.
"We're going to talk about that, too, Miss Granger."
A/N I hope that was as fun for you guys to read as it was for me to write. On a more serious note, I'm pretty new to this site. How close am I to breaking the TOS? I've read a lot of pretty smutty stuff here, but I really don't want to get banned. Any advice would be much welcome. Much Thanks.