A/N: This is kind of weird, but someone sent me a challenge with Hermione in a strip club that this is what popped up in my head with the idea and it was the only way to make it believable. I tried for a one-shot once again, but again it turned into more and now we have a two-shot and only a two shot. I refuse to add anymore since I can't seem to actually write one and it stay that way. I suck at one-shots apparently. Lol.
Warning: This has explicit sex, at least to me it does, and a few very naughty words gets used, though mostly in the next chapter. I'm apologizing up front for anyone who gets offended, but I thought the situation calls for it. I do not usually write with the "F" word in my fics, so you've been warned before you even start reading. Enjoy everyone and as usual Please Read and Review. Take care all.
Special Thanks to my beta KristineThorne, who did fabulous and speedy work with getting this back to me. You are awesome lady!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter universe, I just play with the characters for fun, for free, and to as an outlet to my perviness. lol
Tabby's and Snake's: Part One
Neither girl had ever been in a place like this, but they were here for a party. Ginny's hen party to be precise. Hermione wasn't sure who suggested this place exactly, but with Harry's money backing the whole affair, it wasn't much of a stretch to see why this location had been chosen.
It kind of came out of nowhere, the suggestion for a bit of debauchery to round off the night filled with more alcohol than it probably should have been. They'd hit a few clubs, none of which were really Hermione's taste, but she really wasn't into the club scene, so she wasn't surprised.
When they first arrived at the muggle strip club, Hermione had looked up at the sign. Tabby's and Snake's. She at first didn't get it, at least not until they went inside. It was a very upscale club that catered to those with more money than sense. It also catered to both men and women, gay or straight.
One portioned off part of the place had nothing but male dancers, and the other side of the divided place had nothing but female dancers. Both had private rooms for those that wanted to be discrete in getting a dance, and both had large, full stocked bars.
Angelina pulled Ginny into the male dancer's room, who had a tight grip on Hermione. Hermione had no choice but to follow, or fall flat on her face. So follow she did. The lights, while dim, still illuminated certain tables and their patrons that sat at them, but Hermione didn't see anyone she recognized, so relaxed as much as she could.
Taking a seat, it wasn't long before they had two different men, wearing nothing but colorful thongs bumping and grinding in front of them. Hermione may not be a sixteen year old virgin anymore, still felt heat flush her cheeks at seeing their crotches bouncing away in front of her.
She was twenty-four and was still smarting from her break up two months ago. They might not have made the best couple, her and her muggle ex-boyfriend, but the prat didn't have to cheat on her. Stupid jerk, she thought, and not for the first time since it happened.
As the night wore on, Hermione and her group of friends consumed more alcohol, while she wasn't drunk, she certainly was slightly impaired. Looking at her empty glass as a new dancer wiggled about on their table, Hermione decided to take a bit of a break from the men who, while built very nicely, weren't that good looking once you got past their muscled chests. Though she doubted many looked that far up while sitting in front of them.
She saw that Ginny didn't look to be having nearly as much fun as the rest of their group, so Hermione tugged her up with her. "Lets get a fresh drink at the bar." Hermione said in her ear to be heard over the pounding music.
Ginny nodded and they said they'd be back in a bit.
Maneuvering their way up to the bar, Hermione sighed at the large crowd surrounding it. "We'll never get served with this mob yammering for attention."
Ginny nodded and pulled Hermione with her, through the open doorway towards the other part of the club. "Maybe we can get a drink on the women dancer's side."
Finding the bar much less crowded, most of the men surrounding the main stage or sitting at a table with their own dancers, they ordered their drinks. Hermione took a moment to look around as she waited, fighting a smirk at seeing that the women dancing might have nice bodies, but again they didn't have much to look at above their chests. A few were down right ugly as sin.
Ginny handed Hermione her drink, and they stayed as they were, glad to be getting a break and feeling less embarrassed in the female dancing side. Having spent so many years in a girl's dormitory, the sight of another almost naked girl wasn't nearly as much for them to handle as so many practically naked men.
"Do you think I'm a prude?" Hermione asked out of nowhere.
Ginny frowned. "No, why?"
Hermione shrugged. "I've been uncomfortable since we got here. What does that say about me, that I'm blushing over so many naked blokes shaking their goodies at me?"
Ginny laughed. "I was too. I think it says that we're more classy than our friends are and not used to seeing so many bare men that we don't know."
Hermione snickered softly. "Maybe you're right. Did you see how Katie was shoving her money in that bloke's thong? I think she was doing more than just making sure the money didn't fall out again, I think she was groping his...you know."
Ginny giggled. "How did I miss that?"
Hermione shrugged. "Maybe you were in the loo when that happened."
"Did you see when Lavender shoved that note with her address in with her money? Like there is a shot in hell of him actually showing up." Ginny said, laughing even harder.
Hermione took a long drink when her gaze landed on a table that two familiar men sat at. The sight had her sputtering as she inhaled and swallowed at the same time. Coughing as she quickly set her drink down before she spilled it.
Ginny pounded on her back to help her clear her airways. "Are you alright?"
Hermione nodded, her eyes watering as she coughed a bit more, before breathing in fresh air again. "Look!" She croaked out, coughing a final time as she pointed with her free hand.
Ginny followed Hermione's gaze and her jaw dropped. "Holy hell, is that...?"
"Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape." Hermione squeaked out.
Ginny took another long sip of her drink. "They are the last two people I thought to find in here."
Hermione picked up her drink again and finished it off. "Let's get out of here before they spot us."
Ginny snagged her hand to keep her from leaving as she finished her own drink. "You know...we should go over and say hello." A grin starting to form on the redhead's lips.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Are you mad? What would they say at finding us in a place like this?"
Ginny looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Did you forget that they're here too? I think they'd be more embarrassed than we'd be. No one would believe them if they said they saw us here, but I'm sure everyone would believe that they'd be found here. What have we got to lose?"
Hermione grimaced. "Our pride?"
Ginny giggled again, signaling the bartender for another round of drinks. She paid for them and handed one to Hermione. "Come on, you were just asking if you were a prude. How about we prove that we're not prudes at all?"
Hermione frowned as she took a drink from her glass. "How?"
Ginny grinned. "I've got an idea."
Hermione had a feeling she wasn't going to like this, but decided to see just how bad this was about to turn out. "What's that?"
"Well...its my hen party and we both know that neither of us is having fun in the other room, so why not have a bit of fun in this room?" Ginny said.
Hermione's eyes narrowed, but Ginny went on. "We have our wands, so with a bit of a glamour spell and a transfiguration spell, we could look like just some random dancer and go over there and mess with them. Could be fun and they'd never know it was us."
Hermione stared in shock. "You want to dance for Professor Snape and Lucius Malfoy? Are you nuts?"
Ginny shrugged. "Why not? Who'd know? I know you used to have a crush on Snape and still kind of do, no matter what you try to say otherwise, this could be...therapeutic for you." Ginny said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "How in the hell do you figure that?"
Ginny smirked. "No clue, but I'll dance for Malfoy, if you dance for Snape. Neither of us can rat the other out if we both do it. Come on, Mione, live a little."
Hermione sighed. She did still have a bit of a crush on Snape, more than a bit, but she'd never admit it was more than just a silly school girl thing. Even if it was a silly school girl thing. She didn't love him or anything, she just...lusted after him a bit, more than a bit actually. Though she doubted she'd ever act on it. He hated her and really, he was too old for her anyway.
Ginny saw Hermione was wavering, and quickly pulled her out of the room and into a hidden corner. There she changed Hermione's bushy brown hair into smooth and straight black hair, her jeans into a sparkling emerald green satin thong, and her top into a matching bra. Her shoes disappeared all together.
"Slytherin colors for two Slytherin snakes." Ginny said with a grin, turning her own clothes into a shiny silver thong and bra, and changing her red hair into long blond locks, as her boots vanished as well. She added in enough changes to their face to not be instantly recognizable, but if one looked hard enough, it wouldn't take much to figure it out. Ginny smirked as she conjured a mirror for them to see themselves in.
Hermione rolled her eyes, not the least bit shy about her body showing. She'd gotten over her shyness about her own curvy figure years ago. "We really shouldn't do this. This is stupid and we're going to get caught."
The mirror disappeared and Ginny looked at her again. "No, we're not. Are you saying you never wanted to get down to just your knickers with Snape? Or that you never wanted to have him look at you like you were the most desirable woman around? This is your chance. Its just dancing anyway."
Hermione sighed. "I...don't know how to dance like these girls."
Ginny pulled her back so that they could watch for a bit. "Look, all they do is wiggle their bodies and bend over so the guys can look at their arse. The customers are not even allowed to touch you."
Hermione frowned at Ginny. "Why are going to dance for Lucius Malfoy?"
Ginny smirked. "Are you kidding? He's hot. I've had a crush on him for years. If it wasn't for Harry...who knows."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Ginny!" Hermione hissed at her.
Ginny giggled. "Come on, before we're caught just loitering around out here or the girls come looking for us."
Ginny took Hermione's hand and pulled her into the room full of men. With all the appreciative looks they were getting, Ginny knew it wouldn't be long before they got approached. So that only had her speeding her steps so that didn't happen.
When they were only a handful of steps away, Ginny slowed so that they could walk with a sway to their hips. Her elbow bumping into Hermione so she mirrored Ginny's walk. Lucius' silver eyes landed on the two girls headed his way and a slow grin spread across his lips.
"Well, well, well. It looks like they've brought out their best girls for us tonight, Severus. Have you ever seen such stunning ladies in this establishment before, old friend?" Lucius said, already waving away the annoyed girl that had been dancing for them already.
Severus' black eyes skimmed over Ginny, before landing and staying on Hermione. "No, I don't believe I have. I haven't seen you ladies here before. Would you care to join us?"
Ginny gave them a pretty smile. "We'd love to." Moving over to Lucius who had yet to look away from her and sliding provocatively onto the velvety sofa.
Hermione bit back a frown at seeing her friend move like she did. Where the hell did she learn to sit down like that?
Her gaze moving back to Snape's, she saw he held out a hand for her to take a seat as well. Hermione smiled at him, hoping it didn't look as fake or nervous as it felt to her.
"So what brings two such handsome men to our lovely establishment?" Ginny asked, crossing her legs as she leaned back.
Hermione shifted and settled into a similar pose, feeling very stupid and was just waiting for them to get caught. She noticed her professor's gaze slipping over her barely covered frame once again and fought the blush she felt trying to rise to her cheeks.
"We were just catching up since it had been so long since we'd seen each other and thought this seemed like a nice place to do so." Lucius answered.
Ginny gave him a pretty smile. "Catching up? So...does that mean you two wouldn't be interested in a private dance?"
What! Hermione's brain screamed. She didn't say anything about a private dance.
"What do you say, love?" Ginny asked, grinning at Hermione. "Care to give your dark man a taste of your...dancing skills?"
Hermione forced another smile out. "That would depend on him, now wouldn't it?" Having no idea where that sentence came from since she hadn't given her brain permission for it to actually say that.
She saw Snape smirk at her. "Lead the way, ladies." Standing up and offering his hand to Hermione to help her stand as well.
Hermione swallowed nervously and took it. "Sure." She said, as she stood up.
She glanced at Ginny who took the arm Lucius offered and saw Severus hold his own out to her. Fighting the sudden urge to run and hide, she took it and together they walked towards the private rooms in the back.
She saw Ginny wink at her before going into one of the rooms with Lucius, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she led Severus into a room next to it. It held a long sofa, a pole, and a table to hold his drink. The lighting was dark, but held a soft red glow to it.
Hermione heard music playing already and the sexy beat did nothing for her already shaky nerves. She led Severus to the sofa, and gave him a gentle push to get him seated. Trying to force the mild tremor in her hands to stop.
Severus looked her up and down and his lips curved slightly. "Why do I get the feeling you've never done this before?"
Hermione shrugged, while giving him a soft smile. "I'd be lying if I said I was a pro at this. So, any...special requests? Did you want...a pole dance?" Running her hand lightly over it, mentally chanting the words, 'please, say no" over and over again. Knowing she'd fall flat on her face if she tried to dance with it.
Severus stared her in the eyes and smirked at her more. "I was thinking something a bit...closer. A lap dance maybe?"
Bugger. She thought, but gave him a nod and stepped towards him. Okay, there's nothing to this. Sure, you're going to dance on a man's lap when you've never done this before, but, really how hard can it be?
A new song started playing, this one with a slow and sexy beat. Hermione wrapped her infamous Gryffindor courage around her and started moving. Slowly swaying her hips and running her hands up and down her body to the music, feeling very foolish but decided to go with it anyway.
It's not like I have to worry about getting fired, she thought. I don't even work here. Feeling a bit bolder as she saw his eyes running up and down her body as it moved. He doesn't know who I really am anyway.
Still moving to the beat, she placed her foot on one side of him, still grinding her hips to the beat, and slowly lowered herself down. Bringing her other leg over to finish straddling him as she continued swaying and grinding her hips while her hands moved up and down her body.
Her head fell back as she ran her hands over the curve of her breasts, down her flat belly, to trace the line of the satin thong to her hip. Bringing her head back up, she saw the heat in his eyes as he stared at her satin covered breasts.
A hint of a smirk on her lips, she gave a mental shrug and slowly reached back, unclasping her bra and drawing the straps down her arms. Her movements just as slow as all the rest had been. Holding the cups to her breasts, she ground against him, feeling his rapidly rising erection underneath her.
"Did you want to see more?" She found herself asking.
His eyes landed on hers, studying her for a breath or two before he spoke. "Yes." Though she saw his hands twitching like he wanted to touch her.
She tossed the bra behind her, feeling slightly empowered by the way his eyes moved to her breasts instantly as she kept her hips rocking and grinding against him. She let her fingers slide back up her body, barely caressing the rounded globes, and brushing her thumb over the nipple.
The tiny nub peaked almost immediately at the soft touch and tiny goosebumps broke out over the rest of her body. She had her eyes on the dark man as she moved, she saw the heat grow in his gaze as he watched her, and saw his hands twitching even more.
An idea forming in her head, she moved off of him, his eyes narrowing slightly until she merely turned around, letting him see her bum a moment before she straddled him again, her back against his chest. She picked up his hands, placing his palms over the top of her hands and slowly slid them over her skin again. Teasing him with the hint of touch, but still not allowing him to fully touch her.
She was amazed to find herself getting aroused as his fingertips barely grazed her skin here and there with how her hands moved over herself. She knew she had been lusting after this man for a long time, but she hadn't known that she could get this aroused just by the mere hints of his touch and by what she was doing in his lap.
"Am I allowed to touch you?" He finally asked, the song still playing in the background.
Hermione's lips curved, her nervousness gone now that she was really getting into this. She leaned back farther into his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder and shifted her hands, letting his hands rest on her bare skin.
The touch of his calloused hands ghosting over her body had her inhaling softly. She had imagined him touching her for so long, that now that he finally was, it seemed a bit surreal to her. Almost dream like as his long pale fingers moved over her quivering flesh, trailing a line of fire everywhere that he touched.
It wasn't long before he lifted a hand and moved her hair to one side, baring her neck to him, before replacing that same hand on her body. Stroking her as gently as her own hands had been before.
Hermione swallowed as she felt her body heat as her hips rotated against him, only at a much more sedate pace than before. The first song ended and blending into a new one without either really noticing.
At the first touch of his lips on her shoulder, Hermione knew she needed to end this. She had only intended on a dance, and this hadn't even been her idea to begin with. However, as his teeth scraped along her golden skin, while his hands shifted lower on her, teasing the waistband of her knickers, she felt her body arch slightly.
He dipped his hand hesitantly into the the satin triangle that was wrapped around her hips, almost waiting to see if she'd stop him, but Hermione couldn't get her throat or her limbs to work to do so. One hand cupped her breasts, his thumb teasing her puckered nipple, as the other grazed the top of her mound.
"So soft." His said, his voice caressing her, just as teasingly as his hand was doing. "I think you like me touching you." His fingers tracing her outer folds, feeling the heat pouring off of her.
Parting her, he ran his finger from her moist entrance all the way up to her hidden gem. "So wet." He started circling her sensitive button, drawing a soft moan from her. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"
"No." She said on another moan when he added a bit more pressure as he worked her.
Slipping a finger into her, he groaned at how tightly her heat surrounded the single digit, adding a second one in almost instantly as he used his thumb to keep working her gem. Hermione was panting as he moved inside her, her body arching when he found the sweet spot inside and brushed against it.
"So responsive, pet. I don't think you've had many men touching you that know what they're doing." He said softly, purposefully speaking into her ear, aware of how seductive his voice was to most women.
She felt his other hand move down and pressed into her belly, and when he bit her shoulder, she almost missed the odd swirling in her stomach. Had she not been a witch, had she not used the spell herself, she wouldn't have known that he'd just placed a contraceptive spell on her.
This man was smooth and even knowing that, she still couldn't bring herself to say the words that would stop this. She had never believed she had a chance at ever having him, but for once it was within her grasp. For once, she didn't want to be the goody-goody everyone thought she was.
It didn't take long before she was crying out as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her trembling frame. Panting, she felt him remove his fingers from her and lift them up towards her. A frown on her lips, she was about to ask what he was doing, until she saw them pass her and she heard him suck them clean.
"Mmm...you taste delicious, pet." He said, just as softly as everything else he'd said to her.
Hermione quickly moved off of him, her head cloudy with the lust spiraling through her. She saw his brow rise as his eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing about his lips.
"Going somewhere, pet?" He asked, not moving an inch to stop her either way she chose.
This is insane, what are you doing? She thought, her eyes still on his. Are you really going to sleep with him? He thinks you're a stripper, for goodness sakes.
But even as that thought hit her, she knew she wanted to. I don't care what he thinks I am. I want him and I'm going to have him. Consequences be damned for once. Its not like he knows who I am anyway.
Mind made up, she moved back into his lap. "Just thought I should get a bit more comfortable." She said before moving in and kissing him.
He warred his tongue with hers, as she quickly made short work of the buttons on his shirt. Getting it open, she ran her hands down his chest, letting her nails scrape lightly down his pale skin and pulling a soft groan from him.
His hands found the thin material at the sides of her knickers and snapped each side before pulling them off of her. Leaving her completely naked as she reached for his belt. She could have used magic to get him naked, but that would make him ask questions she wasn't ready for.
Her wand was hidden, the holster covered with a notice-me-not spell and disillusioned on top of that while strapped to her outer thigh. She could get to it easily, but she wasn't ready for him to know she was a witch, she was in a muggle establishment after all and it would be easier to get away with this if he thought she was indeed a muggle.
Getting his trousers open, she got him free, letting her hand stroke him a few times before she rose up and sank down on him. Feeling her sheathing him, he broke the kiss on a groan of pure pleasure as she gasped out at his impressive size stretching her.
"Bloody hell, woman, you're so tight." He grunted out as she took a moment to let her body adjust to him. "There is no way you've had that many lovers before."
Hermione met his searing gaze. "I haven't, but I wanted you more than I have ever wanted anyone else before." She said before she slowly rose up, only to sink down again. Her pace gaining speed the more she moved on him.
Her hips rocking against him, she let her fingers dive into his inky hair, pulling him to her so she could kiss him again. If this was the only time she'd ever get to have him, she was going to make the most of it.
Severus wasn't sure how much more torture he could take. She was incredible, but she wasn't giving him the speed or depth that he needed. He didn't give up control often, but part of him wasn't even sure how they went from him getting a lap dance, to him having this beautiful creature shag him.
Normally, in order to get one of these dancers to do anything like this, he'd have to fork over money up front, and even then, they didn't feel nearly this good to have wrapped around him. Nor did they respond so sweetly to him. They didn't get as wet as she was with just a few soft touches either.
But this lovely woman didn't say a word about payment, and if he was right, which he normally was on most things, she'd never done anything like this before. She didn't dance for money, she didn't shag for money, and he'd bet his wand that she had only shagged a handful of men at most in her entire life. Which confused him as to why she'd shag a total stranger now, though he really didn't care at the moment.
His hands found her hips and slammed her down on him, making her cry out, which made him very glad that he'd wandlessly silenced the room earlier. He lifted her up and slammed her down on him again, her cry slipping from her full lips again as her body arched at the delicious tingles racing through her at him doing it a second time.
He pulled her mouth back to his and without much fuss at all, he rolled them over so that she was on her back, and he didn't miss a single thrust either. He drove into her deeply again and again, using his wandless magic to get him naked with her. Not caring if she wondered how he managed it later. All he cared about was shagging the hell out of this petite little fireball who was tighter than any witch he'd felt in more years than he could count.
Her legs wrapped around him, and he pounded into her, her moans echoing around the room with each thrust. He didn't care what exactly happened after this, but this woman was not going to slip away from him, no matter what it took. She felt too good to let her get away from him.
Hermione screamed when her orgasm hit, her walls clenching around him so tight, he wasn't sure how he kept up his driving thrusts. His teeth grinding together at the wonderful pleasure her pulsing walls were causing, he lifted her leg to his shoulder so he could get even deeper inside her.
Hermione cried out when the changed position had him grazing that sweet spot inside her. Her walls vibrating and squeezing his shaft with each plunge that had him brushing the spongy flesh. Severus grunted at each milking throb that he felt from her and only hammered into her harder.
"Oh, god...yes." She whimpered out as the pressure built in her again. Her nails raking down his bare back, she knew he'd used magic to make his clothes disappear but couldn't focus on anything but the sinful bliss he was giving her.
"Fuck, pet...so good." He groaned out, his body growing taunt as he felt his own release nearing. "You're...mine now, pet...not letting you...get away from me."
Hermione screamed when she went flying over the edge again, not realizing she screamed his name as she exploded. Her body shaking from the force of her release as her walls fisted around him even tighter than before.
Not able to take anymore sweet torment from her, he roared as he detonated inside her with a final slamming of his hips. He collapsed on her as they both panted harshly while their hearts thundered in their chests. There wasn't much room left on the sofa and Severus knew if he tried to roll off of her, he'd end up on the floor. Which would only ruin his post coital bliss that was currently floating through him.
Instead of moving, he raised up enough to look down at the incredible woman under him. Her eyes were closed and her hands were barely hanging onto his wide, pale shoulders. But the flush to her cheeks, as well as, the peaceful look on her face made her look even more beautiful than she had been before. He'd swear she looked a tiny bit familiar, but he couldn't place her.
Finally her warm brown eyes opened and focused on him as her lips started to curve. "I've no idea how this happened exactly, " she said, still panting a bit, "but I can't find it in myself to complain either."
Severus felt his lips twitching. "My thoughts exactly."
She reached up and gave him a small kiss before she wiggled out from under him, much to his disappointment. He sat up, but caught her wrist before she could run off and pulled her back down next to him.
"Your knickers are in shreds, how exactly do you plan on leaving this room?" He asked, his arm wrapped around her, stroking her belly as she leaned against him.
Hermione smirked. "I may have to borrow your shirt. I figure you won't mind trading your shirt for my knickers."
His brow rose, even though she couldn't see it. "Borrow? Does that mean you plan on seeing me again to give it back?"
Hermione's smirk faded. She didn't. He would be furious if he learned who she really was. "Maybe." She said vaguely, hoping he didn't ask anything else, though she doubted she'd escape that easily.
Severus hummed softly, but didn't say anything else. He wasn't worried about his shirt. He could just use his wand to conjure a new one, or transfigure a sock or something into another shirt. It wasn't that big a deal, but he wanted to see her again.
"Can I ask you something?" He finally said a few moments later.
Hermione frowned a moment, but nodded. "Sure, but I reserve the right to not answer it if I don't want to."
Severus chuckled softly, the sound surprising her since she didn't think she'd ever heard him do it before. "Have you ever given a lap dance before tonight?"
Hermione laughed softly. "Why ask questions you already know the answers to?"
Severus chuckled again. "Who says I know the answer?"
Hermione shrugged lightly. "You...don't strike me as a man to not notice easily spotted details. I doubt most strippers would ask what you wanted or would sleep with you this easily."
Severus frowned slightly. "So this is your first night working here?"
Hermione's lips curved again. "Something like that. I certainly have never been here before tonight. In fact, I don't think I've ever been inside any kind of strip club before tonight."
Severus frowned more. "How did you end up working here then?"
Hermione turned in his arms, knowing that the longer she stayed, the more her chances of her getting caught would be. "Can't reveal all my secrets, now can I?" She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Thank you, for tonight. I...had fun."
Severus' brow rose again, curious as to her statement. "Were you not enjoying yourself before you and your friend joined us?" Watching as she stood again.
She picked up her bra as well as his shirt that was neatly folded on the floor by the pole. She slipped them both on, before she turned to him again. "Not a single bit. I need to go check on my friend."
Severus noticed she didn't even seem the least bit interested in how his clothes ended up over in the neat pile and his curiosity grew. "Care to tell me your name? I usually like to at least know what to call the women I've shagged."
Hermione debated a few moments, before her lips curved. "Jean."
Severus' brow rose again. "Jean? Is that even your real name?" Thinking how common and plain that sounded to be her real name.
Hermione laughed softly. "Yes. Jean is my real name." Part of it at least, she thought.
Severus went to stand, but she kissed him again before pushing him back down onto the sofa. She grinned at him. "I'll see you around, Professor."
Then, she was gone as his jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide at what she called him.
AN: Now you see why this needed a part two. lol. Hope you all liked it, more coming soon. Take care and please leave me your thoughts. Good or bad, I love them all.