WARNING: Drug use. Non-canon characters. AU. Hermione is 18. Sex scene.

This was originally intended to be a one shot but I thought I would turn it into a short story. You may not agree with my portrayal of certain characters but they are not always meant to be canon. The story will get quite dark. I hate writing sex scenes (as you can probably tell), I never even intended to write one, but hey! This is completely AU, certain characters were never killed.

Please do review this, as I love hearing what you guys think.


Escape.

Paradise.

Numbness.

Anaesthetised.

It's what I need.

Hermione.

Blood starts seeping out of the small puncture mark.

It's a pretty normal sight now.

Suck the air in through bared teeth.

Prepare myself for the deep flood.

Breathe.

Plunge.

I'm slowly drowning.

My hand slips, the needle sticks.

The world closes down around me.


S

"I am expecting you to write no less than two rolls of parchment for your forthcoming essay on the use of Everlasting Elixers" I scowl at the class in front of me, daring any of them to protest.

Neville Longbottom looks like he is about to burst into tears.

Shock.

My gaze lingers on the golden trio, hoping to notice some minor transgression to bully Potter on.

It looks like today is my lucky day.

"Potter" I bark, to my delight making him jump "Keep your hands to yourself. 10 points from Gryffindor for fondling Miss Granger"

The whole class erupts into laughter, Draco Malfoy wolf whistles.

Potter however goes bright red, the anger visible in his face, causing mine to smirk.

"I was not fondling Hermione" He shouts over the jeers, slamming his hands down on the table.

Who does that little shit think he is?

"SILENCE" I bellow, a deafening silence enters the room. "How dare you speak to me like that Mr Potter, you will serve detention with m—"

"Stop!" Hermione Granger rises to her feet, swaying slightly.

I draw air through my teeth, my temple twitching.

Potter paws at her arm trying to grab her attention but her eyes are fixed on mine.

"Sit down Miss Granger" I snap "How dare you interrupt a teacher"

To my disbelief the stupid girl continues to stand there, her hands grip the table.

I round on Potter "I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself!"

He snatches his hand back as if it was burnt.

"But professor—" He starts to protest, I hold up my hand quelling his grating voice.

"I believe I instructed you to sit Miss Granger" I narrow my eyes at the silly girl "It would not be in your best interests to continue to defy me" I hiss.

You could hear a pin drop.

No-one risks breathing.

Blood pulsates within me.

"Professor" Potters voice interrupts me once again.

I clench my fists, "I thought I told you cease your incessant noise!"

Must. Not. Use. An. Unforgivable.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

SMACK

I'm jogged out of my reverie.

"Hermione are you okay?"

"Hermione!"

"Ohmigod"

"Stupid mudblood"

Hermione Granger lies unconscious before me.

"Out of my way you blithering fools! Give the girl some air!"

I sweep past them, shoving Weasley out of the way.

Draco Malfoy lets out a snigger, I shoot him a warning look.

Merlin, sometimes I feel like I loathe that boy just as much as I loathe Potter.

Focus Severus.

"Hermione!" Potter is shaking the girl, her hair falls over her face.

Gritting my teeth I crouch over her.

"Move Potter!" I command, summoning all my strength not to reduce him to a quivering mess.

The arrogant little shit glowers at me, his face all screwed up in frustration.

I place my hand my to Grangers forehead.

I'm stunned by the coldness seeping through her skin to my own.

"She needs to go to the hospital wing" I mummer.

Potter grabs her hand but I slap it away.

Scooping the girl up into my arms, I leave the entire class in my wake.


H

"So what do you say Granger?"

I bite my lip, temptation ripples through my body.

"I—I" My voice falters, I know I need to leave.

This isn't right.

"You came to me, remember"

I slowly breathe out, not wanting to comprehend the position I was in.

Clamping my eyes shut, I was six years old again, where my only problems were ones my parents could 'magic' away.

I feel a strand of my hair being tucked behind my ears.

"I sh-shouldn't be here" I stutter but making no effort to move.

My eyes snap open when he starts kissing my neck.

It feels like my body is on fire, every particle of me coming alive.

"Don't leave" He mummers into my neck, biting ever so gently where it meets my collarbone.

A groan escapes from my lips.

His fingers brush against the strap of my dress and a shudder goes down my spine at the prospect.

What are you doing Hermione?

He pulls away from me, I stare into his deep brown eyes a mutual understanding passes through us.

Eventually I find my feet and force myself to stand.

"N-night" I stammer, suddenly unable to look at his face.

I start to make my way towards the door but he grabs me by the arm spinning me round.

His body presses tight against mine like a boa constrictor, his hands are in my hair lacing around my soft chocolate curls, his lips greedily finding mine showering them with kisses.

I know I need to stop this.

I know I need to push him away.

I know I need to leave.

But I make absolutely no protest to his advances, in fact I throw my hands around his neck.

He responds by nibbling at my bottom lip.

I moan into his mouth, my head drowning in the ecstasy of it all.

Pushing me against the wall he slides down the straps of my dress.

My hands grab his shirt, I fumble with the buttons but finally manage to rip it off him.

He laughs softly into my ear, nipping at the lobe.

"God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this"

I run my hands through his hair, forcing his head up to meet mine.

His eyes pierce through my soul.

Shuddering I bring my lips to his naked chest.

This time it's his turn to groan as my hands snake down to the waistband of his trousers.

"You drive me crazy" He whispers, stroking my hair as I undo the zip, gently pulling them down.

I try not to gasp at the large shape straining against his underwear.

This is the part where I should just walk away.

Leave the room.

I just can't.

I don't want to.

He lifts me up, my legs entwine round his hips.

Locking lips, he carries me across the room back to his bed.

I sink into the soft sheets, my fingers dance circles on his back.

He reaches underneath my back, unclasping the bra quite quickly.

My mind starts to wonder how many times he has done this but then his mouth covers the tip of my breast.

The fire sensation in the pit of my stomach intensifies.

I feel like I'm losing my mind as his tongue starts teasing the nipple.

"Oh my god" I moan, pulling gently at his hair.

He starts planting little kisses all the way down to my knickers.

Pausing he looks up at me, grinning slightly before removing them slowly.

My fingers dig into his shoulders when he starts kissing his way up my inner thigh, gradually making his way to my core.

Why did I ever want to leave?

I arch my back as his hot tongue flicks against my clit.

He teases me relentlessly, pressure builds within me.

Merlin I want him.

I need him.

To my utter dismay he stops, moving back up to my other breast, his mouth encompassing it.

It's time for me to tease him I think defiantly.

I remove his underwear, my hand trails slowly along his manhood.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He breathes into my chest.

Smirking to myself, I continue with the crawling motion taking pleasure in the noises he emits.

He snatches my hand away, pinning it above my head, enclosing it with his own.

Re-positioning himself, I inhale when I feel his throbbing cock against me.

Our eyes meet.

"Are you sure?" He asks me gently, his lips mere millimetres from mine.

"Yes" I sigh, excitement rippling through my nerve endings.

He pushes into me gently, not breaking eye contact.

My eyes slowly flicker open, panic floods through me as I take in my foreign surroundings.

What have you done Hermione?

My insides turn to jelly when I realise I'm naked under the covers.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

The bed moves as the stranger next to me rolls over, flinging an arm casually over my shoulders.

Shit.

Then it hits me.

The night before.

The visit.

Oh god.

I had only come here to find out more about a potion that he swore would get me through my exams.

How could I do this to Ron?

Tears threaten to spill over my eyelids.

Things just got out of hand.

I try to block out images of the night before, the way I wanted it just as much as he did.

Ron will never forgive me for this.

"Morning"

I jump not aware of him being awake.

He strokes my bare arm, I feel something hard pressing into my thigh.

"Someone's jumpy this morning" His voice is light and playful.

I sit up quickly, knocking his hand away.

"I can't be here" I exclaim, closing my eyes not wanting to look at him.

I hear the bed creak as he sits up behind me.

Tears start trickling down my face, I cover my closed eyes with my hands.

"Hey, relax. It's okay please don't cry" He pleads softly, gently prising my hands off my face.

He caresses my hair, and my eyes shoot open.

Fred Weasley stares at me intently, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his red hair reflecting in the soft sunlight.

I lean into him and he embraces me, making shushing noises to pacify my sobs.