Girl Talk
Chapter 6 of 36
corianderpieLavender gets too close for Hermione's comfort.
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December 1996
The door was ajar, which was unusual. Hermione pushed it open and paused upon the threshold. 'Professor?' She called and stepped forward.
A hand grabbed her upper arm and yanked her into the room, then forced her back against the wall as the door slammed shut inches from her ear. Spells for closing, locking, and silence hissed from her captor, whose hands now held both her wrists up against the wall and whose dark eyes glinted in the dimness as his mouth descended upon hers.
His mouth was hard, but hot and open, tongue thrusting in to meet hers until she was kissing him as hungrily as he was kissing her. Then he withdrew suddenly, pulling back just out of her mouth's reach while still pinning her hands. He grinned wolfishly as she arched towards him, trying for more contact. 'Diffindo,' he growled, and her robes flew open to expose the t-shirt and short skirt she was wearing underneath. 'Good,' he said as his eyes flicked down her body. 'I see you came prepared for detention this time.'
His hands swooped to her hips and he lifted her off her feet while thrusting one leg between hers and pinning her against the wall again with the length of his body. His hands moved down under her arse...bare under her skirt.
She could feel his cock hard against her thigh, though it was still hidden beneath layers of cloth. Her face was now slightly above his and her hands were free, so she clutched his hair with one hand and wrenched his head over to give her access to his ear, which she began to lick and bite. Her other hand snaked down the front of his body and tried to twist into his trousers. 'The same cannot be said for you, though,' she growled. 'I don't have my wand...help me here.'
'Diffindo,' he muttered again, and his fly sprung open.
She plunged her hand in to liberate his silky, hot, straining cock, running her fingers up and down it twice before reaching down to cup his balls. 'Fuck me now, Severus,' she whispered, then swirled her tongue around his ear before biting it again. 'I want you.' She grasped his cock and guided it towards her aching core.
He paused for just an instant at her entrance, then he brought her down onto his cock, filling her with one hard stroke.
'Oohhhhh!' she moaned, eyes closed and head thrown back.
He shut his eyes tight and held perfectly still for a moment or two, fighting to keep control. 'You're so tight, so sweet.' Back from the edge, he pulled out slowly and thrust back in as deeply as before. And again. And again. And again. Then he stayed there, filling her up so amazingly. He worked his thumb into the space where their bodies joined and stroked it over her clitoris.
She gasped and circled her hips, grinding into his thumb and rocking her pussy around his cock.
He slipped his hand up under her shirt and pushed aside her bra. His mouth went to her nipple while he raised his thumb from her clit up to her mouth.
She closed her lips around it, sucking and licking it fervently. He pulled the thumb out and returned it to her clit, circling and stroking and pressing as he began to thrust into her again. She strained against him jerkily, breath loud and ragged, keening 'yes, yes, yes!' Then she shattered, her spasms rolling through her, pulling him along with her into an explosive climax...
Gods, I am a perv, Hermione thought as she gasped sharply into her pillows, hands now quiet on her crotch, Fantasy Snape and his glorious cock gone. I am a really talented, hard-working, persistent, perverted perv. If Gryffindor could earn points for this, we'd be a cert for the House Cup this year.
'That sounded like a good one, Hermione,' came an arch voice near her head. Lavender.
Damn and blast, she had forgotten the Muffliato. Thank all the gods she had not actually said Snape's name aloud this time.
'Are you decent?' Lavender continued after a moment, with a rather forced-sounding giggle, and Hermione saw her roommate's fingers curl around the edge of the closed bed curtain in preparation to drawing it open.
Hermione sat up and yanked the duvet over her rumpled and gaping pyjama top, baring her feet. 'Erm, Lavender, what do you want? I'm, uh...' Hermione trailed off.
'Busy? Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were, you know, finished.' And Lavender, curse her, had pushed the curtain open and was peering in at Hermione. She was backlit by her bedside lamp, and her expression was impossible to read.
Hermione blinked in the sudden light, speechless with embarrassment as Lavender sat down on the edge of her bed. Though really, she thought, why should I be embarrassed? I'm not the one bathing Ron's neck in my spit every night right in the middle of the common room. At least I am...was...trying for some privacy.
'Lavender,' she said a bit sharply, 'I'm sort of, not in the mood for girl chat right now. I'd like to get some sleep if it's all the same to you.'
Lavender ignored her. Her china blue eyes had a very annoying sort of coy laughing look about them, Hermione saw. And there was something else in Lavender's face that Hermione couldn't quite place. Worry? Anger? Determination?
'Sooo, Hermione,' purred Lavender. 'Are you, um, seeing anyone special these days?' She flicked her eyes down to Hermione's lap and up to her face, smirking a bit. 'If you are, you are a sly one. I couldn't imagine who you might be finding time to work into your... busy... schedule. Is it long-distance, say, a certain boy from Durmstrang? Or someone closer to home?'
Irritating cow, thought Hermione, swallowing hard. She was sure Lavender could see the telltale flush of blood flooding up through her neck and face.
At the same moment, she had a nearly overwhelming, absolutely mad desire to confide a little something to someone about her obsession with Severus Snape. It was very hard keeping it all bottled up, when every day some part of her brain and body were wrapped up in Fantasy Snape's hot, dark embrace. Ron and Harry, her best friends, would be a hundred kinds of sick if they had any inkling.
But boy-crazy Lavender...at least she could have some sympathy for the way Hermione was feeling. Even if there was no way in Hades she could be trusted with anything like the truth.
Hermione stared down at her bare toes, which her private Snape loved to suck on. 'Closer to home,' she sighed. 'But thoroughly unrequited. You know how it is.' She looked up. 'Or not,' she said hastily. 'I mean, you and Ron, it looks pretty, um, requited from where I'm sitting.'
Lavender was watching her quite keenly, without any of the smirk left on her face. 'Does it?' she asked a little stiffly. 'Well, it is bloody well requited.' She paused. 'On my side anyway.' And again her eyes glinted with something that was not like laughter at all.
Oh, mother of Merlin, she thinks that I want to, that I might... Hermione drew a breath and said carefully, 'Lavender, it is really... nice to see Ron really... getting along well with, erm, with someone who appreciates him so much.' Nice? She was stretching the truth pretty hard there. 'He deserves love.' That part was true, at least.
'I'm glad you are there for him.' Also not completely untrue. It did give her a pang to watch Ron and Lavender coiling around each other like mating flobberworms, but if she, Hermione, couldn't find it in her heart (or really, in her loins) to be with Ron that way, then she'd be a rotten friend if she begrudged him getting a little touch. Or, actually, quite a lot of touch.
She hesitated. Better be a little clearer in case she's not getting my drift. Not the sparkiest wand in the shop. 'So I want to let you know that a few minutes ago, when you heard me being, er, busy, Ron Weasley was the furthest person from my mind.'
Instantly the hard look (jealousy, of course) left Lavender's eyes and her expression became open and avid. 'Ohhh, Hermione, whooo then? Is it a Gryffindor? A seventh-year? You can tell me, I won't breathe a word.'
Ha! Hermione bit her cheek to keep from laughing in Lavender's face. 'Lavender, truly. All I can tell you is that it is Not Ron. Thoroughly unrequited, and Not Ron. And I'm really... content... with both parts of that. You know me...I don't have time or energy for a boyfriend these days. I'm just so busy...' she stopped talking, aware that she would never, ever again be able to say the word 'busy' with a straight face in Lavender's hearing.
She shook her head. 'Anyway, I really need some sleep now.'
Lavender looked at her for a moment and seemed about to say something, but then just flashed out with a grin. 'Well, Hermione, if you ever want to talk...you know, girlfriend to girlfriend...if you ever need any advice, I'm right here for you.' She bounced off Hermione's bed (at last!) and put her hands up to the curtains. 'Shall I close these, then?'
'Please. Thanks.' In her shadowed bed, Hermione lay back and smiled mirthlessly to herself. A seventh-year Gryffindor? Clearly Lavender's idea of perfect boyfriend material...Ron was nearly there. No, try a twenty-seventh-year Slytherin.
Lavender did have something right, though. In a lot of ways I would be much better off pursuing something with Won-Won. I may lust after Severus Snape every single day, but even I know he is not, and never will be, Boyfriend Material.
Hermione grimaced and turned on her side, willing sleep to come.
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A/N Love eternal to greenstuff and lifeasanamazon, my globalized beta team.
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765 Reviews | 6.74/10 Average
This is fantastic. Amazingly hot, really angsty. I cried. Well done!
WHAT?!? NO! WHY WOULD YOU?! Okay seriously though, are you planning on finishing the sequel? Because this is the BEST HG/SS I've ever read. You have a brilliant style and are so in-tune with the characters' voices and I can't bear this ending. I just can't. You've broken me!
Please tell me there was a sequel, that there's a happy ending!!! Arghhh!!! I love this, I want more!
Read this.. yep.. AGAIN (for the zillionth time). Love it!
I really NEED to know how it all turns out!!!
I don't often leave reviews but then there have been few stories that have captured me like this one did! Once I started I couldn't stop...I had to know how it ended. I felt invested lol. I laughed, cried, sighed in exasperation and experienced just about every other emotion.
I know this story was written awhile ago (I just stumbled across it....yesterday lol) and was scrambling through you stories to find the sequel and didn't see one!! Are you still planning on writing it? I sure do hope so because I'm literally sitting on the edge of my seat and biting my nails waiting to find out what happens!!!
Thank you for the wonderful story. SO glad to read that you plan a sequel!
So, yeah. In reading the sequel, I realized I needed to reread Caramel. I'm SO glad I did. It is an AWESOME story. You had me in tears -- TEARS!!! -- at times. *phew* But now I feel like I have a better grip of the storyline. TOTALLY worth the re-read. Thanks for all of your hard work.
Albus hoped—no, he believed—that it would come right. He was fairly certain Severus had begun to fall back in line.
Fall back in line, indeed. I love to hate Dumbledore. And your Dumbles is so very canon - after some of the things he said in The Prince's Tale, this thought is completely in character.
*sigh* The angst in this story is so delicious - that feeling, as if they were star-crossed lovers, that the world is simply against them. This definitely makes an appropriate ending to the story, although it's also lovely to know that the sequel is coming, and is already posting!
I've revisited the song (such a beautiful, haunting song!), and am amazed at how well you crafted your story around it.
It won't do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
It won't do to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true
I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way these things begin
and I don't know
how I would live with myself
what I'd fogive of myself
if you don't go
So goodbye sweet appetite
no single bite could satisfy
I have to admit, I love how it turned out! There's such a perfect mix of joy, wonder, and fear as they each discover their attraction is mutual. *sighs happily*
OMG, rereading this chapter, actually the last couple, have absolutely devastated me! Knowing Hermione's actions were quite different from what she thought they would be, knowing what she was doing was so wrong, but feeling, understanding the desire that led her to them, and then feeling with her the horror at being discovered. I was fighting back tears of shame and humiliation right along with her, only to be surprised by the miraculous joy that she was desired in return.
Wow... feeling pretty wrung out. This doesn't feel so much an evil cliffie as a needed pause to catch my breath! Spectacularly emotive writing! :D
I don't normally leave reviews but I just had to tell you that this is a brilliant story. I love finally reading a story without a perfect happy ending. I actually teared up, but it was exactly how the story needed to end. It fit perfectly with Severus's canon characterization to do so. I can't wait for updates on the sequel!
C-pie, I admit that I missed updated for this story for reasons I cannot phanthom. But they all seem like a well-placed Obliviate. This was painful and necessary. Terrifying in its finality. But I hope till the sequel is here that the four antidote vials will be enough. Excellent prose.
Where is the sequel? Pleeeaaaaaaaseeeee! I'm going mad! Will they have a happy end? Pretty please? :-D
I actually found myself angry when I read the author's notes, because I had no idea this was going to happen. I am quite frustrated with you, madam :P I have since calmed, haha, but I don't think I will be satisfied until I see the beginning of the next story. I really hope you plan to do it. Let me know if you need a beta ;)
This was such a cool story, hot and well crafted. Ending here, I'm forced to believe that Severus dies in the shack, and Hermione marries Ron never realizing she'd lost her love.
It's beautifully tragic this way, but surely you had something else in mind, missy.
Was there ever a sequal written, this is a terrible ending. It's an amazing brilliant story but it need so much more.
awesome chapter.
I never write reviews, but felt I must write something as I read all 36 chapters in one night. It's that good! Absolutely hands down one of the best SS/HG fics I've ever read. Having said that, I just came to the realization that I've been reading ss/hg for nine or ten years(!) now. Your story is a prime example of why I just can't seem to quit this pairing and I only wish I had read it sooner.
Anxiously awaiting the sequel. I believe good things come to those who wait. :)
First, thank you for pointing me to some very WONDERFUL music. That alone was worth the price of admission.
I loved the character development. I loved them together in this. And although I'm a bit disappointed in the ending, I understand it. You did a wonderful job of sticking to canon up to this point (and I'm truly hoping you DON'T do that so much for the sequel!!! hint, hint!!!)
And granted I didn't see the end coming until after she actually drank the damn tea!
Anxiously awaiting the sequel...
GAH! Now I'm depressed. I seriously hope you're still working on the sequel, since I hate sad endings and avoid them whenever possible. Anyway, very engaging story.
Gahhhhhhh, no! ;_; angst!
What a wonderful story. Brilliant plot, believable characters and vivid, beautiful descriptions. I just adored the whole wild ride. Thank you.
Loving this story so far, but it was your funny AN that got me to review this chapter. I really chuckled at the comment about Severus being in more PWP than Jenna Jamenon. :)
I thorougly enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing and I can't wait to read the sequel.
It's staying fun for me!
Lots of fun!
I'll come back to it soon.
(((hugs)))
It's likt the time I found my Mom's copy of Joy of Sex...
fumagate that bag, Hermione!