Bath Time! - The Answers
Here are the answers for the Bath Time Quiz!
1. Improbable Felicity by subvers
2. The Sponge Bath by JENKM1216 aka gypsy_morph
3. Calling Card by bambu345
4. The Second Bubble Bath by justjeanette
5. Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
6. If I Die...I Promise To... by Corazon
7. Mother Knows Best from Accio LiveJournal by scatteredlogic
8. Bathtime at Grimmauld Place by daya_slyth
9. Letting Go by notsosaintly
10. Redemption & Brandy by lady_rhian
1. Her back was to him as she reclined in the old-fashioned tub, her dark hair spilling over the side and hanging nearly to the floor. The surface of the tub was full of bubbles.
‘Shall I levitate it to you?’ he asked, allowing his voice to illustrate his amusement.
She sat up slowly, turning her face to him, her smile inviting. Her hair swung forward, some drifting into the water and some seeming to float atop the bubbles. The displaced water streamed down her throat and her arms, washing away some of the bubbles which obscured her breasts from his eyes.
‘From dryad to naiad,’ he murmured, approaching her, unable to stay away.
‘It’s nothing you won’t see soon, anyway,’ she said, sounding a touch breathless.
He offered the glass, which she took, the smile lingering upon her lips. Mightily, he kept his eyes upon her face.
Hermione sipped delicately at the flute of champagne, her eyes travelling intentionally down his body. Severus took the opportunity to check her out, but the magical bubbles in the bath were doing their job; her body was not visible behind the impenetrable bubble guard.
Improbable Felicity by subvers
2. “Of course I’m panicked! I’m bloody terrified!”
“Men get so worried about their genitals.”
“How would you like for me to rub yours the way you’re rubbing me? Wait…”
“Caught on to what you said, did you?”
“Healer Granger, please.”
“Don’t worry, Severus. I’m not going to manhandle your genitals.”
“Thank God.”
“Umm…”
“What? Is something wrong?”
The Sponge Bath by JENKM1216 aka gypsy_morph
3. “Severus…”
Her voice was almost a purr and it washed over him, inciting his passion and he fleetingly wondered just how painful the stone floor would be if he were to take her here and now. He looked up at her amber-flecked brown eyes and watched as she caught her lower lip between her teeth, letting the fullness of her lip slide across her teeth. It was a surprisingly sensual display.
Hermione ran her fingers through Severus’ long, slightly oily hair and locked gazes with the intense black eyes of her lover, accurately reading the desire and calculation in them. She smiled and responded to his unvoiced thought, “Not unless you want to be on the bottom. I have other plans for you… and all of them involve my getting to bathe you.”
Relenting, the lithe wizard relinquished his hold on her breast and hips, allowing her to proceed. Severus did his best to sulk, although it no longer worked because he wasn’t truly unhappy. Besides, he wondered just what her ‘plans’ entailed. If it felt anything remotely close to what she was currently doing to his back, he wouldn’t remember even how to complain. Blessed nymph, the witch could wield a brush! The bristles were thickly coated with the viscous local soap and caused a unique, slick, prickling sensation in a rhythmic circular pattern on his skin.
Calling Card by bambu345
4. Soon they began to move in the timeless rhythm of love and you realised that you did not want to move. It was wrong your being here, it was wrong your seeing this, but you were transfixed. Each moan and whimper that sang forth from the woman, for that was what she was, bought you closer to the realisation of what you wanted.
It was when she began to position herself above Severus, a look of pure lust in her eyes that you finally realised that this had gone too far. You had meant to discover the culprit, the one who had been using this room, but not in such an ‘incriminating’ manner, you had to stop this. You stepped out though the concealed portal, which, had until now allowed you an uninterrupted view of the bathroom.
Transfiguring the ‘doll’ on which was intent on impaling herself back into the rubber duck it had once been. “Miss Granger,” you started to say in a voice husky with lust, “I believe that is not the proper use of a rubber duck.”
The Second Bubble Bath by justjeanette
5. The scent of fresh jasmine filled her senses as the door swung open, exposing a lush waterfall along one wall, a large tub encased in natural stone beneath it.
Oh, Severus, Hermione squealed delightedly as she gazed around the room at the new amenities.
A blanket of Gold Coast jasmine clung to the wall at the head of the tub, while a fire burned brightly in the glass case at the foot.
Get in, Severus gently suggested.
Hermione walked to the tub and happily complied, releasing a pleasurable moan as she immersed herself to her chin in the steaming hot bath water.
I wish you were here, she said at length.
As do I, love, he agreed. Transcontinental Apparition is tiring, and I must teach first thing tomorrow.
Sighing, Hermione replied, I want you, then closed her eyes, trying to feel him near.
Severus once more felt her desire for him and was pleased. Open your eyes, Hermione, he instructed. Take the phial with the yellow liquid and pour it directly into the flow of the waterfall.
Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
6. "Name," said the court scribe.
"Hermione Eliz - "
"Yes, yes," snapped impatiently Fudge, "We know, Hermione Elizabeth Ann Granger. Let's get started. Miss Granger," Fudge, leaned forward, "Where were you on the night He Who Must Not Be Named was killed by Harry Potter?"
Hermione uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Very calmly she said, "I was taking a bubble bath sir." Fudge almost fell at hearing this. The crowd gasped and the only reaction from Severus was the slight curl of his upper lip.
"A bath?" croaked Fudge. Clearing his throat, he found his voice, "A bath Miss Granger? You expect me to believe that you were taking a bath during the night of the impending war?"
"Yes sir," she said, looking directly into his eyes.
"I thought you were able to give testimony as to the whereabouts of Snape?"
"Yes, I can. Severus was taking a bath with me." The crowd went wild. It was pandemonium in the courtroom.
"SILENCE!" yelled Fudge, "SILENCE!"
The crowd quieted down as Hermione continued to smile. In that smile, it was very clear she had more to tell.
If I Die...I Promise To... by Corazon
7. Hermione sighed and relaxed against Severus. The heat of the water and the steam gathered in the small bathroom combined to make her feel positively languid.
"Oh, I needed this," she murmured. "What a lovely idea to have a bath together."
His low voice rumbled in her ear, soothing and yet simultaneously teasing. "Is teaching Arithmancy not as easy as you'd thought?"
She snorted softly. "I never thought it would be easy, but I didn't realise that it was so tiring."
"I did try to tell you. It's the sheer repetition that I find draining. It's as if I'm repeatedly trying to stuff knowledge into the head of a Jarvey," he said, lightly massaging her shoulders. "The best you can hope for is that eventually they'll parrot it back to you properly amidst the insults."
Mother Knows Best from Accio LiveJournal by scatteredlogic
8. Am about to have a panic attack. Attempt to calm self down by logically thinking through the options. Right.
Hermione, as I see it, you have three options.
1.) Make your presence known, either by moving, coughing, or generally screaming and therefore Minor panic attack passes due to risk of drowning. Try to calm self down. Right, face complete and utter humiliation at having to admit to perving on own Potions Master.
2.) Pretend to have been asleep and ‘wake up’ suddenly. Minimum embarrassment but still might shock aforementioned Potions Master.
3.) Do nothing.
Option three most appealing at this point. Also opportunity to continue perving on surprisingly sexy body.
Bathtime at Grimmauld Place by daya_slyth
9. Professor Snape directed her to another door. “The bathroom is right through here. Why don’t you run the bath, and I’ll go prepare your drink. What would you like? Something sweet? Something strong, perhaps?”
“Surprise me,” she answered with a weak smile. She actually had no idea what to ask for, much less what she preferred.
If the rest of his quarters made her feel at home, the bathroom made her feel like she had died and gone to heaven. It was tiled from ceiling to floor with black and white Italian marble, and the bathtub, large enough for three people, was partially sunken with two steps leading up to it from the outside. She ran the bath full of thick, foaming bubbles and played with the different charms to add scent. She finally settled on something that smelled vaguely of nutmeg and cinnamon, scents that she equated with comfort, and stripped quickly, leaving her damp and musty clothes on the floor.
Sinking into the bath and submerging beneath the layer of bubbles that skimmed the surface, she began to feel her body unwind. All in all, it was a surreal end to a surreal day. The circumstances that led her here were unusual enough, but it was almost unbelievable that she was actually taking a bath in Professor Snape’s quarters.
When she resurfaced, it was to find the owner of said bath standing before her with a glass of green liquid in his hand.
“Oh! What’s this?” Whatever it was, it was pretty. Though leave it to him to choose something green.
“A martini. Specifically, an apple martini. I think you’ll like it,” he replied, handing the drink to a bubble-coated hand.
Hermione noticed his attention slip for just a moment to the bubbles that most conveniently cloaked her.
Letting Go by notsosaintly
10. . Hermione glanced in. Severus Snape was sitting in the bathtub, his hair damp with perspiration.
She gulped. His arms were spread out on either side, resting on the porcelain ivory of the tub. He was not muscular in a bulky way. He was lean. Toned. As if the skin had been stretched along his muscles over the years. He was pale, but not deathly translucent like he had been when they’d found him.
She could feel his presence. It was dangerous. But sensual. And entirely unnerving. She shuddered.
“When are you going to say something, Miss Granger?”
Redemption & Brandy by lady_rhian
1. Improbable Felicity by subvers
2. The Sponge Bath by JENKM1216 aka gypsy_morph
3. Calling Card by bambu345
4. The Second Bubble Bath by justjeanette
5. Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
6. If I Die...I Promise To... by Corazon
7. Mother Knows Best from Accio LiveJournal by scatteredlogic
8. Bathtime at Grimmauld Place by daya_slyth
9. Letting Go by notsosaintly
10. Redemption & Brandy by lady_rhian
1. Her back was to him as she reclined in the old-fashioned tub, her dark hair spilling over the side and hanging nearly to the floor. The surface of the tub was full of bubbles.
‘Shall I levitate it to you?’ he asked, allowing his voice to illustrate his amusement.
She sat up slowly, turning her face to him, her smile inviting. Her hair swung forward, some drifting into the water and some seeming to float atop the bubbles. The displaced water streamed down her throat and her arms, washing away some of the bubbles which obscured her breasts from his eyes.
‘From dryad to naiad,’ he murmured, approaching her, unable to stay away.
‘It’s nothing you won’t see soon, anyway,’ she said, sounding a touch breathless.
He offered the glass, which she took, the smile lingering upon her lips. Mightily, he kept his eyes upon her face.
Hermione sipped delicately at the flute of champagne, her eyes travelling intentionally down his body. Severus took the opportunity to check her out, but the magical bubbles in the bath were doing their job; her body was not visible behind the impenetrable bubble guard.
Improbable Felicity by subvers
2. “Of course I’m panicked! I’m bloody terrified!”
“Men get so worried about their genitals.”
“How would you like for me to rub yours the way you’re rubbing me? Wait…”
“Caught on to what you said, did you?”
“Healer Granger, please.”
“Don’t worry, Severus. I’m not going to manhandle your genitals.”
“Thank God.”
“Umm…”
“What? Is something wrong?”
The Sponge Bath by JENKM1216 aka gypsy_morph
3. “Severus…”
Her voice was almost a purr and it washed over him, inciting his passion and he fleetingly wondered just how painful the stone floor would be if he were to take her here and now. He looked up at her amber-flecked brown eyes and watched as she caught her lower lip between her teeth, letting the fullness of her lip slide across her teeth. It was a surprisingly sensual display.
Hermione ran her fingers through Severus’ long, slightly oily hair and locked gazes with the intense black eyes of her lover, accurately reading the desire and calculation in them. She smiled and responded to his unvoiced thought, “Not unless you want to be on the bottom. I have other plans for you… and all of them involve my getting to bathe you.”
Relenting, the lithe wizard relinquished his hold on her breast and hips, allowing her to proceed. Severus did his best to sulk, although it no longer worked because he wasn’t truly unhappy. Besides, he wondered just what her ‘plans’ entailed. If it felt anything remotely close to what she was currently doing to his back, he wouldn’t remember even how to complain. Blessed nymph, the witch could wield a brush! The bristles were thickly coated with the viscous local soap and caused a unique, slick, prickling sensation in a rhythmic circular pattern on his skin.
Calling Card by bambu345
4. Soon they began to move in the timeless rhythm of love and you realised that you did not want to move. It was wrong your being here, it was wrong your seeing this, but you were transfixed. Each moan and whimper that sang forth from the woman, for that was what she was, bought you closer to the realisation of what you wanted.
It was when she began to position herself above Severus, a look of pure lust in her eyes that you finally realised that this had gone too far. You had meant to discover the culprit, the one who had been using this room, but not in such an ‘incriminating’ manner, you had to stop this. You stepped out though the concealed portal, which, had until now allowed you an uninterrupted view of the bathroom.
Transfiguring the ‘doll’ on which was intent on impaling herself back into the rubber duck it had once been. “Miss Granger,” you started to say in a voice husky with lust, “I believe that is not the proper use of a rubber duck.”
The Second Bubble Bath by justjeanette
5. The scent of fresh jasmine filled her senses as the door swung open, exposing a lush waterfall along one wall, a large tub encased in natural stone beneath it.
Oh, Severus, Hermione squealed delightedly as she gazed around the room at the new amenities.
A blanket of Gold Coast jasmine clung to the wall at the head of the tub, while a fire burned brightly in the glass case at the foot.
Get in, Severus gently suggested.
Hermione walked to the tub and happily complied, releasing a pleasurable moan as she immersed herself to her chin in the steaming hot bath water.
I wish you were here, she said at length.
As do I, love, he agreed. Transcontinental Apparition is tiring, and I must teach first thing tomorrow.
Sighing, Hermione replied, I want you, then closed her eyes, trying to feel him near.
Severus once more felt her desire for him and was pleased. Open your eyes, Hermione, he instructed. Take the phial with the yellow liquid and pour it directly into the flow of the waterfall.
Mind Blowing Bubbles by deemichelle
6. "Name," said the court scribe.
"Hermione Eliz - "
"Yes, yes," snapped impatiently Fudge, "We know, Hermione Elizabeth Ann Granger. Let's get started. Miss Granger," Fudge, leaned forward, "Where were you on the night He Who Must Not Be Named was killed by Harry Potter?"
Hermione uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Very calmly she said, "I was taking a bubble bath sir." Fudge almost fell at hearing this. The crowd gasped and the only reaction from Severus was the slight curl of his upper lip.
"A bath?" croaked Fudge. Clearing his throat, he found his voice, "A bath Miss Granger? You expect me to believe that you were taking a bath during the night of the impending war?"
"Yes sir," she said, looking directly into his eyes.
"I thought you were able to give testimony as to the whereabouts of Snape?"
"Yes, I can. Severus was taking a bath with me." The crowd went wild. It was pandemonium in the courtroom.
"SILENCE!" yelled Fudge, "SILENCE!"
The crowd quieted down as Hermione continued to smile. In that smile, it was very clear she had more to tell.
If I Die...I Promise To... by Corazon
7. Hermione sighed and relaxed against Severus. The heat of the water and the steam gathered in the small bathroom combined to make her feel positively languid.
"Oh, I needed this," she murmured. "What a lovely idea to have a bath together."
His low voice rumbled in her ear, soothing and yet simultaneously teasing. "Is teaching Arithmancy not as easy as you'd thought?"
She snorted softly. "I never thought it would be easy, but I didn't realise that it was so tiring."
"I did try to tell you. It's the sheer repetition that I find draining. It's as if I'm repeatedly trying to stuff knowledge into the head of a Jarvey," he said, lightly massaging her shoulders. "The best you can hope for is that eventually they'll parrot it back to you properly amidst the insults."
Mother Knows Best from Accio LiveJournal by scatteredlogic
8. Am about to have a panic attack. Attempt to calm self down by logically thinking through the options. Right.
Hermione, as I see it, you have three options.
1.) Make your presence known, either by moving, coughing, or generally screaming and therefore Minor panic attack passes due to risk of drowning. Try to calm self down. Right, face complete and utter humiliation at having to admit to perving on own Potions Master.
2.) Pretend to have been asleep and ‘wake up’ suddenly. Minimum embarrassment but still might shock aforementioned Potions Master.
3.) Do nothing.
Option three most appealing at this point. Also opportunity to continue perving on surprisingly sexy body.
Bathtime at Grimmauld Place by daya_slyth
9. Professor Snape directed her to another door. “The bathroom is right through here. Why don’t you run the bath, and I’ll go prepare your drink. What would you like? Something sweet? Something strong, perhaps?”
“Surprise me,” she answered with a weak smile. She actually had no idea what to ask for, much less what she preferred.
If the rest of his quarters made her feel at home, the bathroom made her feel like she had died and gone to heaven. It was tiled from ceiling to floor with black and white Italian marble, and the bathtub, large enough for three people, was partially sunken with two steps leading up to it from the outside. She ran the bath full of thick, foaming bubbles and played with the different charms to add scent. She finally settled on something that smelled vaguely of nutmeg and cinnamon, scents that she equated with comfort, and stripped quickly, leaving her damp and musty clothes on the floor.
Sinking into the bath and submerging beneath the layer of bubbles that skimmed the surface, she began to feel her body unwind. All in all, it was a surreal end to a surreal day. The circumstances that led her here were unusual enough, but it was almost unbelievable that she was actually taking a bath in Professor Snape’s quarters.
When she resurfaced, it was to find the owner of said bath standing before her with a glass of green liquid in his hand.
“Oh! What’s this?” Whatever it was, it was pretty. Though leave it to him to choose something green.
“A martini. Specifically, an apple martini. I think you’ll like it,” he replied, handing the drink to a bubble-coated hand.
Hermione noticed his attention slip for just a moment to the bubbles that most conveniently cloaked her.
Letting Go by notsosaintly
10. . Hermione glanced in. Severus Snape was sitting in the bathtub, his hair damp with perspiration.
She gulped. His arms were spread out on either side, resting on the porcelain ivory of the tub. He was not muscular in a bulky way. He was lean. Toned. As if the skin had been stretched along his muscles over the years. He was pale, but not deathly translucent like he had been when they’d found him.
She could feel his presence. It was dangerous. But sensual. And entirely unnerving. She shuddered.
“When are you going to say something, Miss Granger?”
Redemption & Brandy by lady_rhian