Subtle Sciences and Exact Arts: A Severus Snape Kinkuary Collection

Catch me if you can

Summary:

"Are we seriously gonna f*** here? What if someone sees us?" Her flush gave away her arousal, as did the heat that flashed behind her eyes. She had brought up exhibitionism before, but always found an excuse to back out.

That's the whole point.

"Don't pretend to be innocent. I know you've been wanting this," he purred.

Notes:

Kink: Exhibitionism

Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger

"Please?" Hermione stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. She should've known that wasn't the proper way to beg her wizard, but it was an instinctual gesture.

Severus lowered the Daily Prophet, just enough to look over at the witch, before raising it back up boredly. "No."

"But–"

"I do not know why you insist on making me attend this bloody event. Ignoring the fact that I couldn't give two knuts about the sport, your previous paramor is the entertainment, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why you would remotely entertain the idea." He slammed the paper down, fed up with her incessant whining.

"He's still my friend, Severus. Ron and I only dated for about a year. We both decided it was more friendship than romance," she huffed.

Not to mention the bloody fool couldn't find her g-spot with that damned map of Potter's and a well-placed 'point me' spell. Severus was disgusted with the ginger boy. Frankly, he was disgusted with any male that didn't spend the time or effort to make his witch scream out their name as she drenched the sheets.

"It's inappropriate," he grumbled, rising from the table to pull his witch into his arms. He was feeling vulnerable and wanted the contact– not that he'd ever admit that outloud.

Hermione sighed as she sank into his arms. "It's not as if you don't see each other every Sunday when we go to the Burrow for elevenses." She kissed his chest before craning her neck to look up at him. Merlin... She always forgot how tall he was. "You two always bicker, this could go a long way towards forming a... truce, of sorts. He's just bitter, that's all."

Severus didn't respond. If the boy was bitter, it was because Severus had won the woman that he still obviously pined after. Amicable break up, his arse. Weasley still wanted her, and Severus never missed the opportunity to rub it in his freckled face.

A smile crossed his lips, just briefly– he wouldn't want Hermione to see. He just had to hold out a little longer... Perhaps some guilt would work?

"I would be more comfortable at home with a good book in one hand, and my woman in the other," he purred, lowering his arms to grasp her bum.

She shivered. He knew his voice could get her to do anything he wanted. And he could tell, she was just about to do just what he wanted.

"Please? I'll do anything ."

That was too easy.

"Fine," he sighed. "I shall think of my reward at a later date." He smirked when she looked up at him, wide-eyed, knowing she had just made a horrible mistake.

XOX

"I'm not feeling well, Severus, I don't think I want to go anymore." Hermione had cocooned herself within the blankets, mumbling into her pillow when Severus came to fetch her for the match.

"Oh no, little witch," he grinned. "We are leaving in 5 minutes, regardless of your state of wellbeing."

She threw the covers back, exasperated. Hermione had already changed her outfit three times, unsure of what Severus had planned. Anxiety plagued her– his detentions were infamous in school... What sort of madness would he do around all those people? All of the Weasleys were going to be there, Harry too. She just prayed that it wasn't anything too bad. She wouldn't put it past the man to never tell her his plans, making her fear the punishment.