Self- Destruction
~^*^~DISCLAIMER~^*^~ i do not own any of the characters in this story!!! J.K. Rowling created them and i didn't, dammit.
Chapter 1: Snape
The door slammed behind him and the last sounds she heard were his angry footsteps carrying him away from her. She threw herself down on her bed, sobbing.
She had regained control of herself enough to wash her face and turn down the bedcovers. But she was not in bed. She sat in the window, shivering in her pajamas, but not noticing.
The knock on the door startled her, and for a moment she considered not answering it-- she had no desire to confront those mind-numbing blue eyes of Draco's again tonight. Only slightly less distasteful at the moment was Ron, whose way of sympathizing with her was to berate her for bothering with Malfoy in the first place.
Much to her surprise, her august visitor was none of the three.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Granger," he said in his deep voice. "I know it's very late, but may I come in? I only want a quick word."
Hermione spared a moment for an embarrassed glance at the tight, tiny tank top she wore braless to bed before conceding to herself grudgingly that she didn't at all mind his dark eyes seeing her this way. "It's all right, Professor Snape," she said quietly. "I wasn't sleeping."
*How many times had she secretly dreamed of this very thing, of him knocking on her door in the dead of night...*
Snape crossed the room and folded his long legs into a chair. Hermione sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for him to speak.
"Hermione, I'm here because it has come to my attention that, ah, you've had a, shall we say, altercation with young Mr. Malfoy. As Head of Slytherin House, I came to offer my sincerest apologies for the behavior of one of its members-" and here his voice took on a less formal tone-- "and, as your friend and counselor, to ask if there's anything I can do. Perhaps you'd like to talk about it?"
Hermione shook with rage, at Draco, at Snape, at everyone. Herself most of all, for the desire that rose up within her for this dark man, here in her room so late at night. "H-How dare he say anything about what we--oh!" she sputtered. "I'll kill him!"
"He only told me because I asked him," Snape said hastily, adjusting the ever-present black cloak to hide his reaction at the sight of her youthful curves barely restrained in that tank top. He'd always made it a point never to get involved with a student, but there was something about Hermione Granger that he found impossible to resist. And after seeing Malfoy's emotion-wracked face and hearing the reason for it, Snape had decided that tonight was his chance.
As for Hermione, ever since she'd been old enough to notice such things she'd been aware of the dark-and-mysterious allure of the Potions professor. Something about his aloof, deep-voiced handsomeness had captured her attention and, more importantly at the moment, her hormones. He'd retained that aura of forbidden mystery to her until recently, he'd gotten more friendly. Hermione was not stupid, and this only added to her interest.
He said, "Believe me, Hermione, he'd get much more satisfaction out of this if he knew how much he's gotten to you." Pausing to gaze at her red-rimmed eyes, he added softly, "And he has, hasn't he."
"He makes me so ANGRY!" she burst out suddenly. "I love him, but he's the most maddening person I've ever known! Sometimes I wonder what he wants to do more, fuck me or fuck with me!" Breathing hard, she stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, Professor. I don't know why I'm telling you this."
He rose from the chair and was there beside her in one swift, fluid motion, his arm around her bare shoulders pressing her body to his. "Maybe because you know I care," he said softly into her hair.
She stared up at him, eyes big and, suddenly, knowing. "Do you make a habit of this, Professor?" she asked in a low voice.
"Of what, my dear?"
Her mouth curved in a thin smile. "Seducing your students."
He was startled into the truth. "Hermione, I swear, this is the first--"
"Good," she said, pulling his face to hers in a hard kiss.
He pushed her down on the bed, and as he slid the straps of her shirt off her shoulders he said, "Hermione, if you're doing this to get back at Draco--"
"Not doing it for--Draco," she said breathlessly. "Doing it-- for me."
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Some minutes later, Snape rose from the bed and began pulling on his pants. Hermione watched him from where she lay, the dim lamplight making shadowy play of her soft curves. He loked at her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said. She met his eyes unflinchingly.
"Would it have mattered? You came here tonight to seduce me, Professor. Would knowing I was a virgin have stopped you?"
"It might've."
She smiled wryly. "That's why I didn't tell you."
He buttoned his shirt. "It's just a little unbelievable. I mean, Draco Malfoy's girlfriend, a virgin? No one would have thought it possible." She stopped smiling, and he said quietly, "That's what you and he fought about tonight, isn't it. He wants to sleep with you."
She nodded.
After a time, when he was fully dressed except for the cloak, he said, "Why me, then? If you won't do Malfoy, why a sullen old Professor twice your age?"
She did not reply for a long time. Then she said, slowly, "Because ever since I was old enough to know what it meant, I wanted you, Professor."
He watched her for a long moment. She stared back without a blink. She was good at that. And at a lot of other things. He said, "I mustn't be found here. But I will return, if you so desire."
She smiled enigmatically. "And if I do not desire?"
He looked at her, all full curves and honey-blonde hair glowing in the lamplight. "I will return."
She laughed. He turned to leave, and she said, "You're going to make sure Draco knows you've been here, aren't you."
He gazed at her. "Aren't you?" he countered. She only laughed again.
This is Chapter One. If feedback is good, Chapter 2 will be up soon. Please R&R, and be gentle, I'm still new at this.
~^*^~DISCLAIMER~^*^~ i do not own any of the characters in this story!!! J.K. Rowling created them and i didn't, dammit.
Chapter 1: Snape
The door slammed behind him and the last sounds she heard were his angry footsteps carrying him away from her. She threw herself down on her bed, sobbing.
She had regained control of herself enough to wash her face and turn down the bedcovers. But she was not in bed. She sat in the window, shivering in her pajamas, but not noticing.
The knock on the door startled her, and for a moment she considered not answering it-- she had no desire to confront those mind-numbing blue eyes of Draco's again tonight. Only slightly less distasteful at the moment was Ron, whose way of sympathizing with her was to berate her for bothering with Malfoy in the first place.
Much to her surprise, her august visitor was none of the three.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Granger," he said in his deep voice. "I know it's very late, but may I come in? I only want a quick word."
Hermione spared a moment for an embarrassed glance at the tight, tiny tank top she wore braless to bed before conceding to herself grudgingly that she didn't at all mind his dark eyes seeing her this way. "It's all right, Professor Snape," she said quietly. "I wasn't sleeping."
*How many times had she secretly dreamed of this very thing, of him knocking on her door in the dead of night...*
Snape crossed the room and folded his long legs into a chair. Hermione sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for him to speak.
"Hermione, I'm here because it has come to my attention that, ah, you've had a, shall we say, altercation with young Mr. Malfoy. As Head of Slytherin House, I came to offer my sincerest apologies for the behavior of one of its members-" and here his voice took on a less formal tone-- "and, as your friend and counselor, to ask if there's anything I can do. Perhaps you'd like to talk about it?"
Hermione shook with rage, at Draco, at Snape, at everyone. Herself most of all, for the desire that rose up within her for this dark man, here in her room so late at night. "H-How dare he say anything about what we--oh!" she sputtered. "I'll kill him!"
"He only told me because I asked him," Snape said hastily, adjusting the ever-present black cloak to hide his reaction at the sight of her youthful curves barely restrained in that tank top. He'd always made it a point never to get involved with a student, but there was something about Hermione Granger that he found impossible to resist. And after seeing Malfoy's emotion-wracked face and hearing the reason for it, Snape had decided that tonight was his chance.
As for Hermione, ever since she'd been old enough to notice such things she'd been aware of the dark-and-mysterious allure of the Potions professor. Something about his aloof, deep-voiced handsomeness had captured her attention and, more importantly at the moment, her hormones. He'd retained that aura of forbidden mystery to her until recently, he'd gotten more friendly. Hermione was not stupid, and this only added to her interest.
He said, "Believe me, Hermione, he'd get much more satisfaction out of this if he knew how much he's gotten to you." Pausing to gaze at her red-rimmed eyes, he added softly, "And he has, hasn't he."
"He makes me so ANGRY!" she burst out suddenly. "I love him, but he's the most maddening person I've ever known! Sometimes I wonder what he wants to do more, fuck me or fuck with me!" Breathing hard, she stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, Professor. I don't know why I'm telling you this."
He rose from the chair and was there beside her in one swift, fluid motion, his arm around her bare shoulders pressing her body to his. "Maybe because you know I care," he said softly into her hair.
She stared up at him, eyes big and, suddenly, knowing. "Do you make a habit of this, Professor?" she asked in a low voice.
"Of what, my dear?"
Her mouth curved in a thin smile. "Seducing your students."
He was startled into the truth. "Hermione, I swear, this is the first--"
"Good," she said, pulling his face to hers in a hard kiss.
He pushed her down on the bed, and as he slid the straps of her shirt off her shoulders he said, "Hermione, if you're doing this to get back at Draco--"
"Not doing it for--Draco," she said breathlessly. "Doing it-- for me."
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Some minutes later, Snape rose from the bed and began pulling on his pants. Hermione watched him from where she lay, the dim lamplight making shadowy play of her soft curves. He loked at her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said. She met his eyes unflinchingly.
"Would it have mattered? You came here tonight to seduce me, Professor. Would knowing I was a virgin have stopped you?"
"It might've."
She smiled wryly. "That's why I didn't tell you."
He buttoned his shirt. "It's just a little unbelievable. I mean, Draco Malfoy's girlfriend, a virgin? No one would have thought it possible." She stopped smiling, and he said quietly, "That's what you and he fought about tonight, isn't it. He wants to sleep with you."
She nodded.
After a time, when he was fully dressed except for the cloak, he said, "Why me, then? If you won't do Malfoy, why a sullen old Professor twice your age?"
She did not reply for a long time. Then she said, slowly, "Because ever since I was old enough to know what it meant, I wanted you, Professor."
He watched her for a long moment. She stared back without a blink. She was good at that. And at a lot of other things. He said, "I mustn't be found here. But I will return, if you so desire."
She smiled enigmatically. "And if I do not desire?"
He looked at her, all full curves and honey-blonde hair glowing in the lamplight. "I will return."
She laughed. He turned to leave, and she said, "You're going to make sure Draco knows you've been here, aren't you."
He gazed at her. "Aren't you?" he countered. She only laughed again.
This is Chapter One. If feedback is good, Chapter 2 will be up soon. Please R&R, and be gentle, I'm still new at this.