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Hermione loved her coworkers. Really, truly, had formed some amazing friendships with the witches and wizards she worked with, and would do almost anything they asked. However, holding a new-hires hair back while the woman in question let loose over the loo in a muggle bar was definitely not something she’d signed up for.
The girl, Ophelia, groaned loudly and slumped her head to rest on the arm she’d set on the seat for support. Hermione grimaced at the thought of just exactly how many germs might be on the porcelain and silently cast a cleansing charm. Ophelia had fallen suspiciously quiet and Hermione gently tapped her shoulder to get her attention. Receiving no response, she shook the woman aggressively.
“Ophelia. Ophelia! Time to get you home, yeah?”
“No!” The young witch said groggily, pushing her hair back from her face and scrambling to stand. “Im up, I’m up, I just need another shot or two-”
“Oh, no, you don't.” Hermione said, gently pushing the woman down. Ophelia fell in a heap and Hermione conjured a glass, walking to the tap to fill it. Another thought about how dirty the sinks could be, too, swam into her mind and she dumped it, casting an “ augementi ” instead and handing it to the witch. The woman didn’t fight her, just slowly sipped the liquid.
“Aye, I reckon that man- fuck I forgot his name, Snake? Snape! He could concoct some sort of potion for me in the morning, ‘case I’m terribly hungover.” Ophelia declared, as if she’d had an epiphany.
Ah, yes, Snape. Hermione had begged her friend to join them tonight but he’d turned her down in haste, as he did everytime she invited him to a work function. The two themselves saw each other quite frequently, becoming natural acquaintances in a workplace so far from home. At first, he’d made several snide remarks about Hermione following him all the way to Ireland, but dropped the act quickly. Hermione suspected he’d made no attempt to speak to any other of their coworkers outside of workplace necessity and civilities at all. Though, sitting in the disgusting bathroom now, she felt he might have the right idea.
Ophelia was still babbling, her next words catching a very exhausted Hermione's attention. “He’s quite… dark y’know. It’s very sexy.”
“He’s too old for you.” Hermione snapped, surprised at how much the words irked her.
“Eh, but old men usually go for a younger lass if they get the chance. It’d be his lucky day huh?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. If that was true, he’d have taken a swing at Hermione herself. Probably, at least. Now that she thought about it, Ophelia had a point. Her stomach twisted thinking of the younger woman and her friend shagging in an empty office. “You’re drunk. It’s time to go.”
“Maybe he’d give me a lift home, should I call him?” Ophelia pondered, clueless to her coworkers' agitation.
“No! Gods, I’ll take you.”
Ophelia raised an eyebrow at her. “Sheesh. I’m going back out there anyways, you’re not my mum.”
Hermione gave up, watching the woman walk to the sink and check her makeup in the mirror. She cringed watching her drink straight from to tap and rinse her mouth. “I won't call him. Tonight, anyway.”
Ophelia cackled to herself as she left. Hermione tilted her wand towards the door, locking it behind her, and leaned her head back to rest against the tiled wall. She hadn’t had a great first impression of this new girl, and it wasn’t getting any better. Why did she get stuck with the freshy 20 year old who could barely hold her drink tonight, anyways? She groaned, wishing Severus had come. She didn’t much enjoy the bars, and enjoyed being out so late even less. The last thing she wanted to do was return to the loud music and obnoxious lights to find Ophelia. She was a witch, anyways. She could hold her own if a muggle tried anything stupid.
Hermione exhaled an angry breath as she imagined her making a move on Severus. She didn’t know why the idea bothered her so much. She was sure Severus had seen quite a few women, or at least shagged some, in the past year they’d become friends. The thought had crossed her mind before and never particularly stuck out to her or bothered her in any way. So why now? Hermione couldn’t place it, but she definitely felt like throwing up, or maybe punching Ophelia when she imagined the two of them together.
She sighed again, reaching into her denim jeans and pulling out a muggle flip phone. They were quite popular with the wizard population here, and she’d talked Severus into buying one not too long ago, as well. It made communication at work miles easier. Ophelia might be a drunken, annoying, stupid little witch, but she’d had the right idea about calling Severus. Hermione smiled to herself thinking of Severus immediately hanging up on a number he didn’t recognize, as she’d watched him do many times before. She punched his number in, idly listening to the ringing tone. He picked up on the last one.
“Hermione?” His voice was groggy. “It’s- Merlin, it's one in the morning. What is it?”
“Sorry, just checking if you were busy.”
“I was quite busy sleeping.”
“Right.” Hermione pursed her lips, feeling silly for calling at all. “I'll let you get back to it, then.”
“Are you okay?” The concern in his tone relieved her, immediately followed by more guilt for disturbing her caring friend. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine, I just-” She sighed. “I don’t know. I need a lift from the bar.”
He snorted. “Having a splendid time then, are you?”
She smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Could you come get me?”
“I’m already on my way, darling.” The endearment made her heart swell, but she knew he was being facetious, so the good feeling didn’t last long. “Be there in 10.”
The line went silent. She took a deep breath, wiping the back of her jeans off as she stood.
—-
Severus pulled up to the curb in his sleek black sedan, Hermione wasting no time in hopping into the passenger seat. The cars, too, were quite the adjustment from wizarding England, but she found herself enjoying them all the same.
“Thank you.” She breathed as he pulled off, relieved to be away from the club. He nodded in response, turning onto a sidestreet. He looked surprisingly put together for someone who’d allegedly just been asleep, clad in a black tee and muggle jeans. She’d half expected him to show up with no pants. The thought made her giggle softly.
He turned his head towards her briefly, eyebrow raised. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing. Just thinking of our newest hire.” Hermione did really enjoy driving at night. The lights on his dash emitted a dim neon glow, a beautiful contrast to the black sky as they drove steadily towards the countryside where she lived. The light shone over his long fingers, wrapped loosely around the steering wheel. She stared at them a moment longer than intended, and when Severus glanced at her, she quickly averted her eyes.
He hummed. “She seems quite nice, doesn’t she?”
“Well, I find her quite annoying, personally.”
“Why do you say that?” His voice had a bit too much empathy in it for the liking of his agitated friend.
“Don’t worry about it.” She huffed, folding her arms across her chest and looking out the window.
“Well, you did rise me from a very peaceful slumber for a lift home, which-” He raised a hand in mock surrender “-is completely fine, but in exchange, you owe me an explanation as to why this young girl has sent you huffing and puffing into my car.”
“I'm not huffing and puffing.” She scoffed. He chuckled softly at the woman proving his point. Her face grew hot. “Ask her yourself, since you two seem so keen on each other.”
His brows knit in confusion. “Witch, what are you on about?”
“Forget it.”
They fell silent, Severus driving the last few minutes down the winding road to her home. Hermione muttered a thanks and made to open the door, but he locked it as soon as she tried.
“Hermione.”
She ignored him, making for the lock on her side, but he matched her with a quick wave his wand, magically locking the doors.
“What!” She exclaimed, whipping around to face him.
“What? What's your problem, that's what.”
He was scowling at her from the driver's side, clearly agitated, which made her feel entirely silly once again.
“Nothing, seriously, I’m sorry.” She groaned, rubbing her face to hide her growing blush. “It’s just been a long night.”
“What happened?” Severus asked again, his tone clear her that he very much expected an answer.
“Ophelia got wasted, vomited everywhere, and talked my bloody ear off, rambling about wanting to shag you. That’s all.”
“Well, she is attractive.” Her friend mumbled.
Hermione bit her tongue to hold back the angry shriek she desperately wanted to let out.
“Let me out, Severus.” She grumbled, pulling on the locked door handle.
“Why does Ophelia shagging me annoy you?” He asked amusedly.
Hermione's cheeks were crimson now as she breathed deeply, making for her own wand. “It doesn't, I just find her annoying in general. I need to get to bed.” She raised her head, meeting his eyes with a look she hoped meant business. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head ever so slightly, the corner of his lip twitching up.
“Are you jealous?” He asked amusedly. Hermione snapped her arm towards her wand, but he quickly grabbed it, muttering, “Oh no, you don’t.”
They sat like that for a moment, Hermione trying to think of every possible way to talk herself out of the situation. Though, it was hard to think when he looked at her like that, sneering down at her. It reminded her of being a caught student, something she found turning her on much more than she wanted.
“Is that why you called me? Felt the need to assert your dominance over her with your connection to me?’
The teasing of his tone and slowly-setting reality of the truth of them made her break eye-contact, turning her head away. Severus gently caressed her jaw, turning it back to him.
“Don't hide from me, Hermione. Your silence speaks volumes.” He drawled.
“I don't know what to say.” She whispered. “Fine. I’m jealous.”
“Y’know what I think would make you feel better?” He asked.
“What?”
Severus brought his lips to her ear, purring, “If you got in the backseat and took my cock, claiming me as yours.”
Hermione opened her mouth and snapped it shut, at a loss for words. He placed a soft kiss on her neck, leaving her stammering. “Y-yes, I think it would.”
Hermione yelped when he unexpectedly apparated them back, Severus chuckling above her. She found herself quickly pinned beneath him, the man continuing kissing a trail down her skin. She moaned softly, dragging her hands down his chest. He murmured a ‘ divesto’ against her neck, the words reverberating through her and leaving them both naked.
“You’re beautiful, Hermione.” He drawled, making her blush. She craned her head up and kissed him hard, sending the two into a snogging, heated mess until he started rutting against her hip. She broke away from the kiss and brought her attention down to his cock, biting her lip as she took in the size of it. It was quite swollen and red, leaving her to wonder if he really had shagged much witches since they’d moved.
“Like what you see?” He teased. Hermione hummed happily and wrapped her fingers around it tightly. He hissed at the touch, coming down on his forearms and bringing one hand between her thighs. Severus rubbed through the slick wetness on her pussy, growling, “Then take it.”
Hermione needed no further encouragement, awkwardly adjusting the two so he was pressed right against her entrance. She squeaked at the stretch when he thrust hard into her, wriggling a bit underneath him. Severus met her eyes, asking, “Who does this cock belong to?”
The words made Hermione bear down around him and she circled her hips, desperate for friction. “Me?”
Severus smirked as he nodded, finally moving inside of her, pulling all the way out and slowly pushing in. “No more jealousy, Hermione. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She whispered as he fell into a steady, slow rhythm inside of her. He groaned, letting his head fall besides hers on the leather seat, a perfect position for Hermione to nip hard at his neck. She sucked hard over her bitemarks, relishing the whimper that came from the man on top of her.
“I can't last long, love, I’ve waited too long to be inside you.” He moaned out, thrusts speeding up.
“You have?” She asked, surprised.
He chuckled in a stangled tone. “You’re a bit slow on the uptake, aren't you?”
“Hey!” She giggled, biting him hard again as punishment. At that, the man cursed and spilled inside of her, his legs shaking from the exhaustion of the awkward position and coming to collapse on top of her. They lay like that for a moment, Hermione eventually scooting up a bit and moving his head onto her breasts, gently smoothing his hair.
“How was I supposed to know you wanted to shag me? You never made any moves.” She commented idly as she twirled a lock around her finger.
“I don’t think you knew you’d be interested until tonight.” He sighed, slowly sitting up. “I’ll have to thank Ophelia for clueing you in.”
Hermione laughed, sitting with him. “Would you like to come in? Driving all the way back to yours seems exhausting.”
“Of course I’m coming in. We’re nowhere near finished, woman, I owe you at least a few orgasms.”
“A few?”
“And many, many more.”