Fandom: Harry Poder

Summary: Hemione falls for one man, but her will to be perfect leads her into the arms of another…will she make the right choice? First fic! Read and review plaese! TWOSHOT, COMPLETE

Pairing: Filch/Hermione, Snape/Hermione

Rating: M so if you dun like these things please turn back!

A/N: omg this is my f1srt fanficton! So be nice and please don't flameee . and review or you don't get cookies and SnapesyLovers666 will be sawdddd ): woot wot

Blue Roses

Chapter 1: Nightly Visits

She temptingly, and yet unknownly, walked down the halway shrouded in darkness. It was dark, and damp, and it smelled slightly like rat's tails. Some first years stumbled quietly by. Hermoine ignored them emensely as she comtemplated on how to sneak into the library without Snape noticing her. For a while now he has been giving her trouble about her skirt being too long…her buttons to high up. It was getting…. arousing, but hermoine didn't want any part of that…for now.

As she rounded the corner she suddenly felt as if someone was …staring at her. She stopped, huddling closer into the invisibilililty cloak she took from Harrie's trunk before she started her nightly routine. After a few minutes, she shrugged the feeling of eyes on her… supple female body, and continued on.

She continued to the forbidden sextion. As usual it was locked, but as Hermoine neared the doors they magically (A/N: see cause they are in Hogwarts!) opened. Once again, she felt the arousing sensation of eyes upon her flesh. She turned around to find Filch looking sexily at her.

"Take off that cloak…Ms. Granger"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?"

"…I smelt you….you smell like…blue roses."

She sucked in a breath…that voice. Oh, that voice.

It was their third year, and they were in Mcgonagals office. Harry and ron sat on the oversized office chairs looking at the older woman sheepishly. Hermionie sat in the chair between the boys.

"Boys. I heard about what you did to the female prefect's bathroom."

The woman looked down at them with that frown on her face. Lines that showed her real age were etched upon her brow. Hermione put her head on her hands and tuned out the stern voice.

"You two will be serving two weeks of kitchen duty with Dobby" two equal groans showed their disapprovement. "and you, young lady, will be aiding Filch. His close—erm, office, is in the second floor. Go now."

Hermoine slowly sauntered down to Filch's office that, somehow, resembled that of a forgotten closet.

"Sooo…I see you have to serve your detention."

"Yes Mr. Filch"

"Please…just call me Fabio." (A/N: I forgot what his actuall name was so his name is Fabio. If you don't like it then deal with it you damn wolf teens!)

"Fabio…that's a nice name."

"Thanks."

They neared their way to the first set of windows. Hermoine's punishment was to help clean the windows that evening.

"Kay…climb the ladder and start on the first window."

"Um…I…uh..am afraid of heights." In reality she wasn't. Hermoine was commended for her bravery on numerous occasions. However, that day all her panties were dirty so she went commando. The breeze felt nice.

"It's okay…I-I won't let you fall Ms. Granger."

"Oh…Fabio…well…okay." She made her way up the ladder, all the while Filch was holding her waist so she wouldn't fall to her doooom. She extended her arm and started rubbing away at the windows. Frustrated, because the window remained that dull grey colour and she was unable to scrape away the filth, she scrubbed harder.

Her jerky motions made her body shake lightly.

Fabio's eyes narrowed. He let a small sly grin spread over his face, so small it was unnoticeable.

This could be dangerous, if anyone were to find them in such a…provocking… position as hermiony's body extended higher, little grunts of effort escaping her mouth, body shakin', hair wild and untamed… while filch held on to her from behind….

He leaned in a little more. He told himself it was to be able to balance better on the thin ladder. Filch gave a small sniff. She smelled like….blue roses.

"You smell like…blue roses." He said.

"Oh—ah, yes, my shower gell…it's good for the skin, Madame Ponfrey gave it to me…it's made of…blue roses.." Her voice faded away, as she momentariluy stopped scrubbing.

Filch didn't respond. He told her to grab on to the ladder as he climbed down to get more cleaners.

"OH, PLEASE DON'T I'm—I'm scared that a bird…will…come crashing through the window…and…" her mind worked quick to come up with an excuse from keeping Flinch on the lader – and her uncovered bottom safe from his view.

Filch assured her that the windows were bird and animagus-proof and he made his way down the rickety steps.

He raised his head to see how she was doing, and was shocked by the sight that greeted him.

"I haven't seen you in a while Ms. Granger"

"Please…I've told you to call me Hermi."

"Oh…I'm s-sorry Hermi…"

"It's okay…Fabio."

"It's been too long..where have you been?"

"Well…Snapes been," She looked away. "watching me lately."

"Again?" Filch almost yelled.

"Shh…you know nothing's going to happen." She tucked her hair behind her ears as she looked away. Her gaze moved to the furry body that purred by Filch's feet. Heermionie got a sudden feeling of jealousy, she wanted to be the one in contact with his…toned…bodey.

Mrs. Norris seemed to be taunting the poor love-stricken girl. The cat toyed with Filch's legs with it's tail...back and forth. Filch bent down to masage the majestic feline's ears. Hermioney's jealousy rose to extreme levels. If only she could be Mrs. Norris, if only Filch could touch her that way, if only…

Filch looked up. Heermonie was unbuttoning her laced buttons, all the while her skirt growing shorter (A/N: its magikal okay!)

The first thought that went through his head was 'What the fuck?' closely followed by his second thought 'fuck I'm hungry'.

"Fuck I'm hungry." Filch exclaimed.

Hermiorne stopped her (seductive) movements. She blinked. "What?" She asked, confused.

Filch looked at her sweetly, he loved her naiveity. "I'm hungry for you."

"Oh" Heermionie sucked in a breath. There were soft butterflies in her stomach. Well, they actually felt like those mutant flying beetles they used in the polyjuice potion in Snape's potion class.

Snape… she couldn't stop thinking about him, everything reminded her of him.

Filch noticed her full attention wasn't on him. He grabbed her hips and pushed her closer to him.

"If you're not ready-" Filch started.

"No I-I'm…I've been wanting this...ever since that day on the ladder…" She was feeling brave, as she finished unbuttoning her blousse.

Hearmoonie slowly brought her hand to the buckle of Filch's jeans (A/N: He changes to his casual clothes at night, obvs). She slipped her small hand into his pants and grabbed tender flesh. Filch groaned. The sound was music her Hermony's ears.

Such a harmonious noise to come from such a harsh looked man... it was nothing short of amazing. The groaning bellowing from Filch was getting louder the slower Hermioner pumped. He was almost begging for the young tease. Just as she was beginning to quicken her pace the cat that Hirmeoni envied clawed at her exposed chest.

"AAh!" screeched Hermoiny in a pained fashion.

"MRS MORRIS! Get of you stupid cat!" Filch grabbed the hairy creature from hermionio's uncovered body and attemted to wrestle her off hermionie's bare body. As soon as the cat was thrashing in his owners arms, the young lady covered her breasteses with her rattled shirt. Her face of shock turned to the cat, and she saw the devils face.

"Ahh!" she screamed once more.

"Shhh, it's okay" Filch told Mrs Mrris as he headed to the tiny closet within the closet/office they were in and gently placed the creature inside, he petted her softly and whispered lovelies in her ear until she started purring.

Hermione's face was a splotchy red with fury. How dare he act like that towards the stupid cat when she was the one that was viciously attacked by the ferocious creature? How could he ignore her needs like that?

She looked over at the feline, as Filch's hand ran over the mated fur. She shivered, imagining that hand running over her own body, taking care of her, loving her, needing her…. And it would of happened if it wasn't for that ugly thing.

Outraged, she put on her clothing, her shirt backwards and inside out, her skirt crooked, hair flying every which way. Filch finally noticed her and reached an arm to touch her.

"Hirmieno! Don't leave me like this, it's okay, Ms Morris is just a little upset because I didn't give her her midday treat. She'll calm down in a jiffy."

"My NAME is HERMIONEE! Can't believe I let you use me like that." She looked at him, with his manly bits hanging out from his open fly, and felt a wash of desire. Maybe she should stay…just a little longer.

No. She must be a STRONG, INDEPENDENT woman. She strode purposely towards the open door.

Fich's face twisted into an ugly scowl. "Whatever you whore; I'll find someone else to fuck. That red head friend of yours seems like a nice choice….."

She screamed once more, like a banshee, and slamed the door shut. She ran to the bathroom, which took around 20 minutes because the moving stairs were being unruly, and leaned again a sink. She couldn't believe such spitefull words came out of his mouth! What was she thinking, giving herself to him like that?

She looked at her face in the mirror, and broke down crying. Here she was, alone, and… unsatisfied…once more. It seemed like it was her fate. To die and old lady, to die…

…a virgin.

"Ms Granger?" A low, velvety voice suddenly made itself known, it belonged to a face with strong facial features and long, black hair. The air of arrogance around him. (A/N: OMG can you tell who it si? YOU'LL SEE NEXT CHATPER11!11!)

She gasped, and looked up at the mirror, toward the door.

That's when she saw him.

A/N: OMG OMGOGM a cliffy! I know; you'll have waitttt! But fear not, the wait will not be long.