A Confession
Title: A Confession
Team Name: Order
Word Count: (100x8)
Rating:PG
Challenge: Stuck on you
Characters: (Hermioine/Severus)
Authors notes: It all belongs to JKR. This work in unbeta'd all mistakes are my own. This is a continuation of my drabble from the stuck on you challenge, The Missing Ingredient: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/1156022.html
He sighed in resignation. “We‘d best inform Minerva, she’ll need to get someone for our classes.”
The rest of the afternoon proved awkward, he would move one direction, she another. She would sit, he tried to stand. Eating was difficult with both of them being right handed. With a growl of frustration he finally just pulled her down into his lap.
“Just sit and no wiggling about.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Are you being impertinent?” he asked while feeding her a tidbit off his plate.
“No,” she replied with a sly smile and a little wiggle.
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They got a bit better at the Siamese twin act as the day wore on, more in sync with each other. They sat together on the couch when he noticed her squirming.
“Would you kindly be still, I’m trying to read and your twitching around is most distracting,“ he complained.
“IthnkInethloo,” she mumbled, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
He eyed her questioningly. “Say, again? I have no idea what you just said?”
“The loo, the Bloody loo, I have to go,” she practically shouted.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? It was bound to happen sooner or later after all.”
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“I can’t go with you standing there.”
“Well, I can’t leave so what do you suggest? Just go.”
“I can’t”
“This is going to be long night then.”
“I can’t believe this doesn’t bother you, have you no modesty?”
“Did you not live with two boys in a tent for months on end?”
“Well, I certainly didn’t have to pee with them in the same room, now did I?”
Finally conjuring a screen and putting Severus behind it, she commanded, “Now sing or something.”
“What…?”
“I can’t go if you’re listening.”
“Oh, Bloody Hell…” He began reciting Shakespeare.
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She made him turn his back while she transformed and dressed herself in pajamas to sleep in. Severus usually slept nude but didn’t think Hermione’s modesty quite up to that so he donned boxers.
They started on their left sides, his front toward her back with as much distance between them as they could manage with their right hands attached. By morning they were spooned together with his arm wrapped possessively around her middle, his chin resting on her shoulder, his nose buried in her hair, and his rock hard cock nestled in the warm, soft curve of her arse.
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By the beginning of day four their routine was like a well choreographed ballet. Using a combination of muggle and magic means they shared breakfast duties. Hermione pouring tea while Severus (who was practically ambidextrous) buttered and cut the toast.
They read on the couch sometimes sharing a book. Hermione sitting on Severus’ lap and somehow each seemed to know when the other was done reading that page before one of them would turn to the next.
They worked together in his lab like a well oiled machine, preparing the rest of what they needed to created the antidote potion.
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When they finally separated it all seemed rather anti-climatic, a bit of a let down, almost depressing actually.
“Well, that’s settled then.”
“Yes, finally.”
“Hmmmm…”
“Err…uhmm.”
“So…I guess it’s back to normal then, tomorrow.”
“Right. So then, I’d best be off to my own room. Well, goodnight Severus,” she called trying to sound cheery when she actually felt somewhat bereft.
“Goodnight Hermione,” he said softly shutting the door behind her. He placed his palm against the cold wood and leaned his forehead against the door, feeling suddenly very alone. 'Shit, why didn’t I stop her, ask her to stay…'
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Making a decision he ripped the door open. Meaning to race down the hallway in pursuit of her, only to find her standing in front of his door with a wide eyed look of disbelief on her face.
“I don’t want to leave…”
“I want you to stay…”
They spoke simultaneously, bursting into laughter when they realized that after four days of being stuck together they were thinking each others thoughts. He reached for her pulling her close, leaning in to kiss her as she wrapped her arms a round his neck threading her fingers through his hair.
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He jerked her into the room, slamming the door, pushing her up against it. His hands and mouth everywhere at once; she stroking him and pulling eagerly at his clothes at the same time. They couldn’t seem to stop themselves, against the door, on the couch, the chair. Finally…finally ending up snuggled tightly together in Severus’ big bed.
“Severus, I have to tell you the truth, I have wanted this, wanted you from the very start.”
“I too have a confession , Hermione.”
“What is it Severus?”
“I actually had plenty of moonweed pollen in my stores all along.”
Team Name: Order
Word Count: (100x8)
Rating:PG
Challenge: Stuck on you
Characters: (Hermioine/Severus)
Authors notes: It all belongs to JKR. This work in unbeta'd all mistakes are my own. This is a continuation of my drabble from the stuck on you challenge, The Missing Ingredient: http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/1156022.html
He sighed in resignation. “We‘d best inform Minerva, she’ll need to get someone for our classes.”
The rest of the afternoon proved awkward, he would move one direction, she another. She would sit, he tried to stand. Eating was difficult with both of them being right handed. With a growl of frustration he finally just pulled her down into his lap.
“Just sit and no wiggling about.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
“Are you being impertinent?” he asked while feeding her a tidbit off his plate.
“No,” she replied with a sly smile and a little wiggle.
************************************************************************
They got a bit better at the Siamese twin act as the day wore on, more in sync with each other. They sat together on the couch when he noticed her squirming.
“Would you kindly be still, I’m trying to read and your twitching around is most distracting,“ he complained.
“IthnkInethloo,” she mumbled, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
He eyed her questioningly. “Say, again? I have no idea what you just said?”
“The loo, the Bloody loo, I have to go,” she practically shouted.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? It was bound to happen sooner or later after all.”
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“I can’t go with you standing there.”
“Well, I can’t leave so what do you suggest? Just go.”
“I can’t”
“This is going to be long night then.”
“I can’t believe this doesn’t bother you, have you no modesty?”
“Did you not live with two boys in a tent for months on end?”
“Well, I certainly didn’t have to pee with them in the same room, now did I?”
Finally conjuring a screen and putting Severus behind it, she commanded, “Now sing or something.”
“What…?”
“I can’t go if you’re listening.”
“Oh, Bloody Hell…” He began reciting Shakespeare.
************************************************************************
She made him turn his back while she transformed and dressed herself in pajamas to sleep in. Severus usually slept nude but didn’t think Hermione’s modesty quite up to that so he donned boxers.
They started on their left sides, his front toward her back with as much distance between them as they could manage with their right hands attached. By morning they were spooned together with his arm wrapped possessively around her middle, his chin resting on her shoulder, his nose buried in her hair, and his rock hard cock nestled in the warm, soft curve of her arse.
************************************************************************
By the beginning of day four their routine was like a well choreographed ballet. Using a combination of muggle and magic means they shared breakfast duties. Hermione pouring tea while Severus (who was practically ambidextrous) buttered and cut the toast.
They read on the couch sometimes sharing a book. Hermione sitting on Severus’ lap and somehow each seemed to know when the other was done reading that page before one of them would turn to the next.
They worked together in his lab like a well oiled machine, preparing the rest of what they needed to created the antidote potion.
************************************************************************
When they finally separated it all seemed rather anti-climatic, a bit of a let down, almost depressing actually.
“Well, that’s settled then.”
“Yes, finally.”
“Hmmmm…”
“Err…uhmm.”
“So…I guess it’s back to normal then, tomorrow.”
“Right. So then, I’d best be off to my own room. Well, goodnight Severus,” she called trying to sound cheery when she actually felt somewhat bereft.
“Goodnight Hermione,” he said softly shutting the door behind her. He placed his palm against the cold wood and leaned his forehead against the door, feeling suddenly very alone. 'Shit, why didn’t I stop her, ask her to stay…'
**************************************************************
Making a decision he ripped the door open. Meaning to race down the hallway in pursuit of her, only to find her standing in front of his door with a wide eyed look of disbelief on her face.
“I don’t want to leave…”
“I want you to stay…”
They spoke simultaneously, bursting into laughter when they realized that after four days of being stuck together they were thinking each others thoughts. He reached for her pulling her close, leaning in to kiss her as she wrapped her arms a round his neck threading her fingers through his hair.
************************************************************************
He jerked her into the room, slamming the door, pushing her up against it. His hands and mouth everywhere at once; she stroking him and pulling eagerly at his clothes at the same time. They couldn’t seem to stop themselves, against the door, on the couch, the chair. Finally…finally ending up snuggled tightly together in Severus’ big bed.
“Severus, I have to tell you the truth, I have wanted this, wanted you from the very start.”
“I too have a confession , Hermione.”
“What is it Severus?”
“I actually had plenty of moonweed pollen in my stores all along.”