Ch 2 -- Daydreams of Desire

Nocturnal Delights

Later that night, when Hermione entered her private quarters, she leant against the door and took a steadying breath. "What the bloody hell happened today?" she whispered to herself.

As she stepped away from the door, she glanced toward her bed. It beckoned to her, urging her to slide between the soft sheets and lay her head on the soft down pillow, but she resisted.

Instead, she moved into the bathroom and turned on the hot spray of the shower before slipping free of her clothes. Grabbing her terrycloth robe, she hung it on the hook beside the shower so it would be there when she finished.

She stepped into the spray and sighed, closing her eyes. The water felt wonderful, hot and therapeutic. Leaning in, she let the water wet her hair.

Taking hold of the soap, she dropped a bit onto her cleansing cloth and started to scrub her body, over her shoulders, down her arms, and across her belly.

When she moved to run the cloth over her breasts, a tremor ran through her. Her mind immediately turned to Severus and the promise he had made, telling her she would find him a participant in her fantasies if she continued to entertain them.

A naughty smile graced her lips at the thought. She wondered how much of that he had actually meant.

If so, how would he be able to go about it? She continued to run the cloth gently over one sensitive nipple, watching as it puckered tightly. She imagined Severus's hand there instead, pinching and tugging gently while his other hand stroked the hidden treasure between her legs.

Moaning, she turned her attention to that exact spot, using the rough cloth to stimulate her clit. Her free hand rested on the wall to support her.

Leaning against the shower wall, she continued to rub her finger over the nub, still imagining that Severus was there with her. This was a safe place, she told herself. He wouldn't be able to invade her fantasies in the privacy of her own rooms. She actually believed she could hide this moment from him...until she inhaled his scent.

As if he had been called by the mere thought, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. "I warned you, didn't I?" His voice was husky and deep. "You are a naughty girl, Miss Granger...masturbating in the shower while thinking of me? Whatever will I do with you?"

Gasping, she started to open her eyes but heard him whisper in her ear. "NO! You must keep your eyes closed, my dear. That is the only way I can intrude on your fantasies here. You must envision me."

Thoughts of how bad she was being filled her head. But the desire to feel his touch was more important. She had ached for him for so long and now, even if it wasn't real, he was an active participant.

She felt him lean into her back, and she gloried in the feel of his bare chest pressed against her back. "Spread your legs, my pet," he whispered.

Not needing to be asked twice, Hermione did as he asked, leaning her head against the cool tile of the shower. Almost immediately, she felt his hand move down between her legs, and her breath caught.

His forefinger circled her clit slowly, tracing its contours. His other arm held her around the waist so she was immobile against him. He touched her gently, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "You feel like silk." His thumb continued touching her as his first two fingers moved to press into her.

She keened as her knees went weak, and she started to slip down the wall. He continued stimulating her, even as his arm tightened around her, keeping her standing.

"Oh no, you don't. You called me into this fantasy, my dear. I will not leave it until I am satisfied."

She gasped as the sensation threatened to take over. "I...you...I wasn't thinking that you..."

"That I could what?" he asked softly. "Join you in the shower?" he chuckled. "I promised you I would be an active participant each and every time you entertained fantasies of me. I meant it."

Suddenly his fingers stopped and he stepped back from her. Hermione's eyes flew wide open, and she turned to find herself alone in the shower. It was almost scary how she had felt him mere moments before. She could swear he had been there.

Then, in a voice so silky it seemed to wrap around her like a silken sheet, "If you truly desire this, go get in your bed. Think of me when you get there." His voice surrounded her and she trembled at the implication.

Then he was gone. She knew he was no longer a part of her consciousness because she no longer smelled the fragrance of myrrh that always clung to him.

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Severus stood in the shower, grasping the base of his erection tightly in his hand. He was shaken by the depth of the girl's libido. She had thought of him as he had been preparing to bathe, and he hadn't been able to resist. He had known she wouldn't be able to keep from testing his promise, but he had thought she might wait for a few days.

To have her already pleasuring herself and thinking of him yet again had been almost more than he could bear. He had considered letting her complete that fantasy alone, but the temptation had been too great.

As he had stepped into his own shower, he'd opened his mind and slipped unfelt into hers. To feel her skin, to touch her in the most intimate of ways had brought him to a point of such desire that he was very nearly ready to break his code of honor.

She wanted him. He knew that with a certainty now. He wasn't that surprised. In all his years of teaching, there had been many a student who had harbored girlish crushes on him, usually from a mixture of curiosity and fear. He had never taken advantage. He had never had a desire to.

But with Hermione it was different. He felt her desire like a summer storm blowing hot and wet. It soaked him with desire and burned him with its heat. He could almost taste it. It had the consistency of a sinful dark chocolate treat, and he desperately wanted a bite.

Closing his eyes, he stroked himself slowly while leaning against the wall for support. Fighting to calm his breathing, he let the hot water beat down on him as he considered his actions.

Even though she was still his student, she was a woman grown. But as long as she was his student, he could not take this to the next level. Not in reality. He paused, considering what he was contemplating.

Did he want to show her what the powers of the mind could really do? It would mean teaching her a few things that most witches and wizards knew nothing about. But it would be necessary in order to bring them together in her fantasies.

She was receptive to the powers of the mind, because the connection they had shared just a few minutes ago was almost strong enough to allow them to make the next step into a spiritual connection, one that would transcend the physical realm.

He knew before he had even debated it for very long that there was no question about it. He would teach her. She was a worthy pupil, and the mind-linking power was one that would serve her well in the future, whether she was with him or someone else.

The latter thought made him growl as he released his cock and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel, he dried off quickly and strode naked into his bedroom.

Standing at the foot of his bed, he stared at the dark green satin coverlet. In his own fantasy Hermione was naked, laying on the covers, with her legs spread before him in offering. He concentrated on the vision of her and reached his mind out to her, keeping it open so she would sense his desires.

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Hermione had dried herself and gone to her bedroom filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Something had happened in the shower, something much more than just her imagination going wild.

No, Severus Snape had done something to her. Her fantasy hadn't ended, as it usually did, when she had felt herself losing control. She had physically felt him. His touch had been as real as the scent of him when it filled the room.

She stood beside her bed for several minutes, just staring at it as her mind went over the events of the day. Now as she stood there, she knew that this was a changing moment in her life.

Like when Harry and Ron had saved her from the ogre in first year. She had known then that her life would never be the same. Now she recognized this as another of those moments. If she took that final step, if she got into bed and opened up her mind, once he came in, nothing would ever be the same again. So what she had to ask herself was whether she was prepared for this.

She smiled as she made her decision. She didn't need to debate long over it. She wanted this. She would be a willing participant in all he offered.

Slipping off her robe, she let it pool at her feet. She didn't bother to pull back her covers but climbed onto the bed and reclined against her pillows to wait.

She closed her eyes and tried to envision Severus standing over her. Her heart fluttered, but other than that nothing happened. Releasing a pent-up sigh, she squirmed on the bed and rolled her eyes. "Bugger!" she groaned.

Maybe he'd changed his mind. Could he have decided that what they were doing was wrong and he wouldn't be coming back? Tears welled in her eyes at the thought.

She rested her head against the pillow and whispered. "Don't run away from this, Severus."

After a time, she dozed off. Her dreams were just starting when she heard his voice.

"Miss me?"

Rolling back, she gasped to see Severus standing at the foot of the bed. Her eyes widened as she realized she wasn't even in her own room any longer. The deep green silken coverlet beneath her felt magical against her skin. Swallowing, she turned her eyes back to him. This wasn't her fantasy, she realized. It was his.

He stood before her completely naked. His hair was loose and fell over one eye. She had never seen a sexier man. The expression on his face was filled with passion, and it made her temperature rise.

She watched as he put one knee on the end of the bed and leant forward, crawling slowly toward her.

Her breathing quickened, and she found herself bracing herself on her elbows and spreading her legs to give him room to make his way closer to the part of her that was throbbing in anticipation.

When he was even with her nether lips, he looked up at her and gave her his snarkiest smirk. "I hope you have prepared yourself for what you are in for." His eyes twinkled with a naughty light. "I do hope you weren't really expecting to get any rest tonight."

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