More Than One of the Five Senses
Title: More Than One of the Five Senses
Team Name: Order
Word Count: 7 X 100
Rating: R
Challenge: Closet Noise Challenge
A/N: Okay, the cloakroom is a really LARGE walk-in closet, it's still a closet.
With a sneer set upon his lip, Severus reached out and plucked the single long curly dark brunette hair that clung to his otherwise immaculate black robes. Scanning the long row of professorial robes that hung in the staff cloakroom, he noticed that Professor Granger's robes were at the other far end and could not have possibly transferred the wandering stand of hair onto his by accident.
Slipping his teaching robes on, he could detect the lingering scent of verbena and lavender clinging to the fabric.
He knew of only one person who used hand cream with that singular fragrance.
~o0O0o~
Sitting on Minerva's right, the Deputy Headmaster leaned forward casting a sideways glance down the head table towards the witch in question.
Professor Flitwick was chatting excitedly with Professor Granger, who seemed momentarily oblivious to whatever he was prattling on about. She held her eyes closed and inhaled deeply, savoring the rich scent of coffee wafting from her mug. A moment of euphoria briefly flitted across her face before she opened her eyes and began talking with her breakfast companion once more.
“Pomona, could you bring a few stems of something to cheer up the next staff meeting?” Severus innocently asked.
~o0O0o~
As Professor Sprout brought in a vase of gloriously blooming hyacinths into the staff room, Severus watched with confirmed suspicions as Professor Granger's eyes rolled up into her head. She released an exulted sigh.
During the meeting, the Arithmancy Professor could hardly concentrate. Questions had to be posed twice before Granger would answer since she was distracted by the fragrant flora.
Standing in the hallway, Severus observed the rest of his colleagues file out, including Professor Granger. However, secreting himself around a corner, he heard the return of soft feet upon the flagstone shortly later. He correctly surmised she'd return.
~o0O0o~
Waiting with patience before striking, he slowly crept up to the staff room door. Upon entering, she could not be found, initially. As faint as soft breeze, he heard a sound coming from the cloakroom. Granger had foolishly left the door wide open, to his benefit.
There, like the sound of bellows being pumped, he heard it more clearly. Her harsh breath as she inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth as quietly as possible.
Gliding silently, he came upon her at the end of the long row. He wasn't sure if he should feel flattered or violated.
~o0O0o~
Eyes shut tight, Granger clutched his teaching robes with one hand, holding them up to her nose as she inhaled his scent. Her other hand was down the front of her skirt furiously stroking herself to near climax.
Granger was oblivious to his presence as her head lolled back and her mouth went slack. Her breaths were becoming more belabored.
He thought to stop her, but found the sight of her in such a rapturous moment too hard to resist watching. Granger was emitting a scent of her own he found alluring, making his own nostrils flare and his loins stir.
~o0O0o~
Hermione was lost in the indescribable bliss of Severus' scent. Every time he passed close to her in the hallways or the staff room, her eyes would flutter shut, drowning in his unique musk.
She had thought to approach the Deputy Headmaster, invite him for a nightcap in her quarters, but frequently squashed the idea. There was no way Severus would even be remotely interested in her. The only way she found she could satisfy her maddening desire for him was to secrete herself in the cloakroom and take care of her needs, reveling in his smell while fingering herself.
~o0O0o~
Mortified would be putting it mildly when she heard Severus breathing loudly, opening her eyes to find him watching her.
Severus was standing there observing her with a quiet intensity.
She thought he was going to begin screaming when he firmly grabbed hold of her wrist she had hastily yanked out of her knickers.
Instead of dragging her away, he closed his eyes and enveloped one of Hermione's fingers with his lips, slowly tonguing her essence as he inhaled, savoring her scent.
“My chambers, five minutes, Professor Granger; If you want to satisfy more than just one of your senses.”