Sleepwalker
Hermione was reluctant to go to bed tonight. She pulled on her nighttime robes and tried to find comfort in her bed but had a nagging feeling that she would wake up feeling spent and frustrated from her unknown dreams. She looked out the window at the night time sky and considered, for the millionth time, what her dreams could be about: were they nightmares that her mind kept hidden from her out of protection or were they so wonderful that it would sadden her to leave such a place when she woke? She didn't have a clue. She let out a heavy sigh and pulled her blanket to her chest. She wanted more time to study the situation further but her day was long and her mind and body were exhausted. She wished that better times lay ahead, times that she could spend on something as frivolous as dreams instead of the great battle against evil that had crept into their lives. Sleep found her quickly and heavily.
Snape was in the dungeons attending to a rare healing potion that had been requested. He enjoyed the power of being the best at his craft. He loved the science behind his art and doubted if another living soul held the aptitude for producing potions like he did. The multiple pots simmered around him and he glanced at the clock to note the exact minute; they had to simmer for 61 minutes. It was as good time as any to make his rounds through the halls at Hogwarts. He threw on his black robes and stepped out into the hallway. Although he never admitted it to anyone it was his favorite time of the day. At mid-night the ancient stone hallways were quiet and empty and it was a time he could reflect on his life and the few good memories that made his life worthwhile . He walked with an arrogance that naturally billowed his robes but he remained unhurried in his stroll. He rarely found students lurking about at this hour but he was always ready to find the few that gambled with those odds. He had an uncanny appreciation for handing out detention and other forms of punishment. He found that students, in general, bored his passion. Very few ever were worthy of his attention, except for one in particular: Miss Hermio- and his thoughts didn't have time to finish her name when he heard soft footsteps enter the corridor. There she was in the flesh...Miss Granger. What the hell is she thinking? Rage trickled into his veins and he was prepared to throw out some harsh words; however, as she neared him he became aware that she had no idea what she was doing. It appeared she was sleep- walking. Oh fuck, he whispered under his breath. How the hell should I deal with this one? He softly sighed through his anger- how dare she interrupt his sacred time; He had so little of it.
Severus Snape watched Hermione walk slowly with her head turned slightly down toward the ground and he had to adjust his position so that she didn't run right into him. Perhaps he was feeling amused. He leaned over so that he was at her eye level and with a stern edge to his voice he yelled out her name, "Miss Granger!" He immediately regretted the way he choose to wake her up when very suddenly she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body shoved into his chest and it was all that he could do to stay up-right. He swore under his breath again and took hold of her waist to center the both of them. Her head shot up and her eyes flicked wide at him. It took one second too long but she finally realized her peculiar position. Both of her arms let go of his neck and she crumpled to the floor. "Professor! What!... uh… where am I? What happened to me!?" she stammered. He stood up and squinted at her while she adjusted to an awake- state. She was sitting up on the stone floor and her finger tips curved around the edges of the rough stones. Her chest heaved and she fought hard to gain her breath back. She put her forehead down into her hands and tried to make sense of it all.
"Stand up Miss Granger." She followed his instructions without hesitation. Professor Snape was not someone you disobeyed. But she couldn't quite place the peace that she felt with the assurance of his voice. Something else entirely new was occurring and she could not grasp the logic in it. "What are you doing out of bed!?" He tilted his head in hopes she could provide a decent answer even though he had his doubts.
"I…I, don't know." She straightened up her posture and looked into his face; almost as if to look for answers. " I am having dreams, I think." She bit down on her lip while the better half of her thoughts were still trying to connect some magical dots. None of it made sense to her.
"I can assure you, Miss Granger, that you are not dreaming at the moment."
"Professor Snape, I think, I am having the same dreams over and over; however, I can't remember anything about them and I surely don't recall ever leaving my dorm." As the minutes clicked away she became more coherent and able to communicate with a better grasp of reality. She could not let herself stop and think about being wrapped around Severus. The thought made her uncomfortable and embarrassed. She shook her head slowly waiting for a list of punishments that would be intended for her humiliation. She bit her lip again.
He said nothing for a few moments while he observed the young witch battling with her conscious. His patience was unnerving to her and he enjoyed it. More than likely this was just a random case of sleepwalking, given that Hogwarts housed hundreds of young wizards and witches for most of the year, which was nothing new to him. Could there be a cause for concern? Could someone or something be using the witch for malicious intent towards him or the school? He mulled these ideas around in his head and decided that he best take caution. "Follow me", he ordered and he turned abruptly to head back down to his dungeons.
She kept his pace following the infamous billowing black robes further into the depths of the castle and she appreciated that she wore her full nighttime robes to bed as she fought the slight chill that hung in the air. She braced herself for the worst detention that anyone had ever received. They reached the door to his classroom and he led her down into his work area. She breathed in the earthy scent that greeted her when she saw the multiple cauldrons simmering something she didn't recognize. She picked up on the lavender, rosemary, and mint but could not find in her memory the potion that matched those scents. It had an immediate calming effect.
Severus saw Hermione impacted by his brewing potion as her shoulders relaxed and the fear that bore in her eyes began to dissipate. This shall make things easier on me at least. "Sit" his voice drew out the simple word and she followed his instructions with ease by sliding into the chair that was placed near his desk. He took a deep breath in and noticed it was nearly time for his potion to be taken off the fire. He mumbled "perfect" as he waited one more minute to distinguish the flames under the cauldrons. With a simple flick of his wand, his chair slid from around his desk to face the one that Hermione sat in.
Too close she thought…too close…too close…But when he sat down across from her in the chair he smelled like the scent that hung in the air and she was drawn to it. It was delicious and warming but he was professor Snape and she had to rationalize this contradiction.
"Miss Granger," he paused a moment and considered his words carefully. "It is unwise, in these times, to be so careless as to allowing your dream-state mind to take control of your body." He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands in his lap while studying her face. " this type of behavior is something I could expect from a first year, not a witch who has come of age." His tone was strict and clear but lacked anger.
She took a queue from his pause and wondered if it was a wise choice to try to explain why she decided not to be alarmed by her dreams; however, alarmed is exactly what she was feeling at this very moment. "Sir, I don't think my dreams are the result of evil."
"How can you be so sure Miss Granger?" This was followed by a slight sneer that carried a heavy disbelief.
"Because, when I wake up I am not afraid. I am tired from them but with a fulfillment that I can't explain. Some mornings I feel the urge to go back to them and other mornings I am so tired that I fight a distraction throughout my day but I have no idea what I may be running towards or from. I just know that I don't fear…I want to know…" she tilted her head down unable to look into his black eyes any longer and she struggled to find any more words that could convey this situation. "I don't know why tonight I was out in the hallways, this frightens me, sir."
With his thumb resting on his chin he drew his finger across his lips and deeply thought about his next move. It is highly possible that she is being controlled by an outside source even though the school was covered with charms and spells to keep the occupants safe. "Are you familiar with Occlumency, Miss Granger?"
She found herself immediately in familiar territory and began to rattle off every fact she could explain about the academics behind Occlumency.
Annoyed by her response he interrupted her loudly. "Miss Granger!" She stopped and looked up at him. He met her gaze and continued with his comment, "Have you ever taken part in it?"
"No, sir."
He placed each of his hands on his knees and leaned slightly toward her talking more quiet. "We are going to attempt to explore your subconscious mind. Do you consent to this?"
Thoughts raged in her head. Would she actually allow Professor Snape to have access to her deepest thoughts- things she may not even remember about her private thoughts? She quickly went through all the reasons he would have to show interest in her dreams and assumed he was concerned about someone trying to manipulate her. "Do you think someone is trying to harm me?"
Although he cared for the young witch's well being he didn't necessarily put that on the top of his priority list of concerns; however, It would be a shame to lose an exquisite young witch. "perhaps." Simplicity was his gift and where he found comfort. "Do you trust me?" He needed the student's consent for doing such an action.
The question caught her completely off-guard. The most brilliant wizard she had ever known trusted this man on levels she couldn't comprehend and it felt right for her to trust Snape as well. Merlin knows that she spent so much time trying to prove that he is working for the greater good. This evening had turned surreal in nature and she was anxious to find its ending. Digging deep into her Gryffindor courage she sat straight up and answered "Yes." Terrified but wanting answers she had little choice in the matter.
"Where is your wand? I have little patience for any feeble attacks during this session." He watched her feel inside her robes and come up with nothing. He thought she might not have it. " 5 points from Gryffindor for not having your wand on you." Her mouth dropped open with rage. He felt better for establishing his relationship in this matter.
"Do not fight me, Miss Granger."
She answered with a nod. "What do I .." Before she could finish her words he was half way into his spell and she felt the most uncomfortable sensation in her memory. He was inside of her- just like that.
She traveled with him through her memories and he moved backwards starting from the moment they walked into his classroom tonight. And she felt strange watching a movie of her previous actions. He was losing patience with the mundane reel that was being played out and jumped ahead to make sure he arrived somewhere in her dream.
It happened too quickly before she could even make out the images that occurred in her dream she felt a rush of pleasure wash over her entire body, it was like every cell was alive and buzzing in her body. She had never felt so good in her life; it was nothing she had ever felt. Then she started to observe what appeared to be a horrific image. Viewing a man's back, someone shirtless in black pants was on top of a girl- was that her? Was she being attacked? Nothing made sense.
Severus took in the image with clarity that Hermione couldn't obtain. He recognized himself on top of the young wizard- Was she dreaming of him attacking her? Then he heard the moans . He got closer into the picture. He saw himself straddling Miss Granger and with a passion that he assumed would never be felt again he sucked and kissed her neck and then he heard her moan out to "Severus" ah Fuck he thought. He skipped to the beginning of the dream to see how it started- was this something she wanted or was she initially forced?
Hermione was angry at him for moving her to the beginning of the dream. She wanted to feel that pleasure again and she missed it the second that he tore her away from that scene. She never wanted to lose that feeling again. Her mind reacted in defiance.
With ease he pushed her mind back and took control again. Soon they were at the start of her dream.
Severus saw himself sitting in his chair in his private quarters and Miss Granger walking through the door. He put down his book and stepped up to her with a speed that caused his robes to swirl around her body when he placed hands on each side of her face to kiss with a depth that had never occurred in his life. His lips covered her mouth and his tongue found her own while her mouth sucked on his with the same hunger. Her hands moved up his torso and found the black buttons on his neck and she fumbled to undo just one. One of his strong arms swiftly grabbed both of her wrists and he finally broke the kiss to shove her hands above her head still handcuffed in his palm. She whined when his mouth left hers. Her chest heaved up and down trying to get oxygen and she pleaded with him "Severus, take me- please." Then he smirked and with an evil grin he growled lowly in her ear. He swung his other arm around her waist and slammed her on the middle of his intricately carved mahogany wood bed.
He'd seen enough. Inappropriate thoughts trickled into his own mind and he had to shut this down while he felt in complete control. It was clear that to him that she was dreaming of a consensual relationship and it relieved him to no end. People had many names for Severus Snape but rapist was not one of them. He was glad that he didn't have to witness what her naked body looked like it was bad enough that he envied the Severus in the dream for knowing the taste of her in that way. Interesting though that she wanted him in that manner. He moved to pull them out of her dreams when he felt an urgent weight to stay put. Her mind was fighting him back with more intensity- and it dawned on him that she didn't want to leave, she wanted to see more.
Hermione's adrenaline was searing through her body and she could not gain an upper ground. She begged his mind to keep him there and shoving all logic out of the way she desired to watch the scene unfold. Her physical state at the moment was crumbling and she hoped, through her dream, she could be released. Her body felt hot like fire and the wetness that lingered in her panties were nearly more than she could bear. Professor Snape gave her something in her dream that she knew she could not find within her peers. Meticulous passion entwined with power and respect- it was perfection, he was perfect.
As she begged Severus in her dream to take her , her mind begged Severus not to leave. Her dream showed him what she truly desired of him and it gave him a feeling of power that he wanted to consume. He could not give her himself in the flesh so he might as well give her the dream. He decided, with a heavy heart, to stay.
He turned back to the characters in the dream and watched in awe what transpired.
Snape kept Hermione's wrists tight against the bed with one hand while he straddled her waist. Their eyes bore into eachothers and their bodies grinded together. He watched her face when he took one hand up to his neck and started unbuttoning his black suit. He wanted to make sure she suffered one button at a time. He pressed his hips down causing hers to be trapped. She let out a cry of frustration. "shhh, Hermione, I will tell you when you will let go. Control it for now on my behalf – I promise to unleash it Hermione." Every time he said her name it sent visible ripples through her body. He shrugged off his robes and eased his arms out of his suit. His muscular chest was inches from her face and she reached up to drag her lips on his skin kissing and sucking any part that she could reach on him. Her tongue slid over scars and imperfections on his body that came from his dark background. He leaned down and whispered a spell close to her ear and quite immediately her body underneath him was naked. The grin that spread on his face was triumphant.
Her wrists relaxed in his hand still above her head and he let go of them so he could sit up and look at her body. She realized she was being visibly enjoyed by his eyes and turned her head to the side and grinned enjoying his attention. She closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath. Her chest lifted up towards Severus and in that position she felt like a goddess and he certainly treated her as such. "Hermione, look. Into. My. Eyes." She hesitated only for a second knowing if she followed through with his request then she would lose her ability to control herself.
She turned her head and allowed her eyes to view the top of his trousers and move up his chest and then, at the very last moment before he might lose his patience, she looked deep into his flawless black orbs. He matched her gaze and stared down into her very soul. He placed her hands on her forehead and dragged his fingers down her face feeling the curve of her cheek and eyes. She closed her eyes again and wanted to experienced the sensation of his touch above all else. Moving down her face he cupped her jaw line with the curvature of his hands letting his long fingers tease her skin. He eased down her neck and softly traced the outline of her collar bone. He dragged his hands together down her torso moving between her breasts and finally rested on either side of her hips. Her body writhed beneath him and he was pleased with the level of torture he placed on her.
She had had enough. She looked up into his face and grasped the button of his trousers with every finger and pulled at it until she felt every thread rip apart. She threw the button across the room and he let out a laugh deep from his throat. "I should take away points Miss…" his voice stopped for a moment when her hand slipped inside of his pants and took a hold of his cock. " Miss Hermione Granger." Every finger enclosed his hard cock and she enjoyed feeling the throbbing organ in her hand. His eyes closed for just a second and a faint grin graced his mouth.
He placed his knee in between her thighs working them apart with his own thigh. She felt irritated to feel the fabric of his trousers and not his skin. She wanted his body as close to hers as possible and both of her hands moved to the waist of his pants and she yanked them down only to remove the black fabric one inch at a time. She hoped he would assist more with the immediate dilemma; however, he worked on his own agenda. He slid his hand behind her head and brought it up a few inches then placed his lips on top hers and deeply kissed her. Her hands immediately stopped their previous task and went up to grasp either side of his face as they both fell deeper into each other's mouths. He moved his hand down behind her back and bought her chest up to his and when her breasts pressed into his own flesh he moaned into her mouth. He kisses moved down her neck and she whispered "Severus". He let go of her body and broke their connection for just a moment when he stood up and eased out of his shoes took off his pants the remainder of the way down his legs. She laid there and watched.
Snape felt his body react to the dream and he couldn't shake the feelings he was having. He was feeling the emotions from the dream-Snape as if he was experiencing the event in real-life and it perplexed his every sense. He loved her, his body wanted hers and it was terrifying him in every way. He wanted to throw her down on his own bed when he heard her say his name…not professor or Snape…it immediately separated her from a student-status. He wanted to leave the dream but also wanted to understand more why he felt so connected to the dream that Hermione was having. Why me? I don't understand. Fuck, she is so beautiful lying down watching his dream-self. Perhaps he is just suffering from jealousy.
He stood still for just a second and moved with grace back to her warmth. She lifted her knees to wrap her legs around his waist but he pressed down each knee disabling her from doing so. He positioned her knees on either side of his body kneeling between her thighs. "Not yet" his voice drew out his authority. He leaned down and pressed the head of his cock against her clit. She stayed completely still with the intent of teasing him until he started shifting his hips causing a circulating friction. She shifted her hips upwards and allowed himself to slither into her. He gave up to her body and she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist keeping him pulled tightly to her hips. They met each other's thrusts in perfect unison. She moaned out his name several times. He stopped thrusting into her and pushed deep inside her flesh and froze the position of his hips never moving his cock back out. She had him completely in her and her eyes widened at the stillness of the sensation.
He leaned down making blatant contact with her clit and his lips found the curve of her breast. He tipped his face up and said "You can let go now, Hermione." He paused and sighed heavily, "Cum to me Hermione." He then moved his mouth over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He rocked just ever-so-slightly so that her clit could feel movement but never adjusting this position of his cock. She hooked her arms up through his underarms and pressed the palm of her hand onto the back of his shoulder blades and dug each finger into the top of his shoulders. She let out a cry and her body shuddered at his request. Waves moved from the top of her head and radiated down with such veracity that she questioned if she could ever breathe again. Within moments he felt her muscles tighten around his cock and his body released into her as she sucked it out of him. He moved his mouth near her ear and softly moaned.
He breathed heavy for several moments and waited for her body to recover from the intensity that rocked them. He rolled their bodies onto the side while still keeping inside of her. He enjoyed feeling physically connected to her. Her body rested against his and she took in his eyes, his face. Her fingers traveled around his neck and on his chest. Her fingers came into contact with too many scars and he saw the sadness in her eyes when she discovered a new discrepancy.
"Hermione, I have to remove these memories." "No," She pleaded "you can't...how can I continue to live my life knowing you never remembered making love to me." He interrupted her "First of all you won't remember either and secondly I fucked you Hermione." He sighed. "I love you Hermione Granger and I am certain you will find your way back to me, somehow." They both laid in silence for several minutes. "We've risked enough already, we mustn't linger." He slid out of her and away from her body. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a new black ensemble to dress him-self. She laid still on his bed breathing in his scent. "Sit up Miss Granger." He stopped to look at her and made sure she followed through with his demand. He detested her sadness. Why did she always have to leave this way? This ends tonight. She picked up her body off of his sheets and collected her clothing. She pulled on her skirt and white button-up top only to throw the Gryffindor-colored tie hastily over her neck. He buttoned up his last button on his neck collar and stepped towards her.
He took her tie and re-positioned it in the exact spot it needed to be. He then tied a perfect knot and tightened it to her size. Her eyes were still pleading with his "This isn't fair Severus." He tilted his gaze down on her and replied. "No, it is not." He hid the stung he felt when she used his real name. Manipulative little witch he complained to himself. "Let's move t both towards the door leading to the classroom." They both stepped near the exit of his quarters. He held a vial in one hand and took his wand in the other. He whispered sorry and kissed her one last time. A tear left her eye and slid down her cheek and he brushed his thumb over her skin to remove its trace on her face. "turn around now and face the door." She did as she was asked. He held his wand out and with efficient ease his wand grabbed onto the memory of their time together and two silver ribbons snaked out of their heads and combined as one while it was shoved into the vial. The door opened and Hermione walked into the classroom but held a confused demeanor. She stood in the front of the classroom and observed his current concoction in the hot cauldrons. He turned around in his room and lifted a floorboard and placed the vial with the current label, Potion #9, into the small space that held several other similar vials.
He walked out into his classroom and sneered when he saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, I suggest you get back to your dormitory at once- I no longer will be needing your time tonight." She scooted out the classroom but looked back in time to watch him sigh and while he stood over the boiling cauldron he placed his wand on his temple once more and extracted the very last memory of placing the vial in the floor. The memory slinked down into the boiling fluid and disappeared forever.
-To be continued-