When it no longer makes a difference Part 7, 8 and 9
Title: When it no longer makes a difference
Characters: SS/HG
Rating. PG-13
A/N: The last three, the rest can be read under my tag Brisinggammen over at Grangersnape100. I.ll post them all together when I get back from London!
She felt the knife starting to slice the wet substance on her breast. Each move of the knife was precise enough not to cut her skin, but still enough to be felt. The feeling made her nipples even more attentive. She kept her breathing as shallow as she could in order not to disturb the Potions master's work. Having apparently finished with the substance on her breast, she heard him move around the table. She new he was now looking at her with those black expressionless eyes of his. She arched her back, as she knew he wanted her to.
She felt his long fingers feeling her inner thighs as if deciding how to arrange his next ingredient. She knew his routine by heart and was not surprised when he almost accidentally touched her nether lips. For some reason she had always felt most humiliated when she was with Snape. To be honest he didn't really do much. But because she had once trusted him, it was somehow worse than with the rest of them. The others never knew her, so she told herself it was less personal. For a few short moments Hermione felt something. Then it was gone.
Snape stood silent as he watched her leave his laboratory. In the beginning it had been such a pleasure to have her in the lab. Now it was clearly a routine for both of them and although he had always discouraged her from showing any reaction to what hid did, he shortly wondered whether he should do something new to get a reaction from her. He shrugged and turned around. He waved his wand and the mock potion disappeared. He made a mental note to ask for someone else next time. If he was honest, he didn't really care much.
Characters: SS/HG
Rating. PG-13
A/N: The last three, the rest can be read under my tag Brisinggammen over at Grangersnape100. I.ll post them all together when I get back from London!
She felt the knife starting to slice the wet substance on her breast. Each move of the knife was precise enough not to cut her skin, but still enough to be felt. The feeling made her nipples even more attentive. She kept her breathing as shallow as she could in order not to disturb the Potions master's work. Having apparently finished with the substance on her breast, she heard him move around the table. She new he was now looking at her with those black expressionless eyes of his. She arched her back, as she knew he wanted her to.
She felt his long fingers feeling her inner thighs as if deciding how to arrange his next ingredient. She knew his routine by heart and was not surprised when he almost accidentally touched her nether lips. For some reason she had always felt most humiliated when she was with Snape. To be honest he didn't really do much. But because she had once trusted him, it was somehow worse than with the rest of them. The others never knew her, so she told herself it was less personal. For a few short moments Hermione felt something. Then it was gone.
Snape stood silent as he watched her leave his laboratory. In the beginning it had been such a pleasure to have her in the lab. Now it was clearly a routine for both of them and although he had always discouraged her from showing any reaction to what hid did, he shortly wondered whether he should do something new to get a reaction from her. He shrugged and turned around. He waved his wand and the mock potion disappeared. He made a mental note to ask for someone else next time. If he was honest, he didn't really care much.