A/N: It's me again! Well, this is my new fanfic! I hope everyone likes it as much as I do! I am still battling whether or not I will go on with this story or let you all draw conclusions on you own. Evil, aren't I? And I am very serious when I say I live for reviews. No reviews means no story, but you guys already knew that, right? Well, I should probably worn you this chappie contains…er, sexual situations. Sense this is my first shot at this type of scene your ideas and general comments would be greatly appreciated!
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Enjoy.
Desire
Chapter One: A Most Unholy Night
Hermione had never been in detention before, but surprisingly she was not worried she was there. On the contrary she enjoyed being in the dungeons, watching the man she loved grading essays furiously, seeing his brows drawn together in a permanent scowl. Just in time she stopped herself from sighing longingly. Gods she wanted him, needed him.
Severus lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers for an instant, and then he broke contact. "Are you content with the view Ms. Granger? Unless you wish to stay here all night- I know I don't- you'd better get moving. Besides, your little boyfriends must miss you." His coldness did not kill her desire and she could not breathe because the silkiness of his voice caressed her, made her warm.
"Of course I don't wish to stay, I'll be done soon!"
"I don't understood how you did something so idiotic Ms. Granger. I don't believe Neville could have been quite so moronic." The bite, the insult, the disgust, made Hermione cringe. He truly hated her. Well, she was, after all, a Mudblood, unworthy to be even laying her eyes on Hogworts, let alone standing inside it.
More than anything Hermione wanted to prove to him that he was what he wanted, but so far she had been a complete failure if the hole in the dungeons wall and the icy stare her gave her was any indication. The little incident had, in fact, been more damaging than Neville could have ever pulled off. Hermione had simply been eying Snape longingly, paying no mind whatsoever that she had added too much crushed dragonfly wing to the werewolf claws that, if done correctly, would have been completely harmless as they would have neutralized any effect that could have taken place. As it was Hermione had blown out a huge chunk of a dungeons wall and had very nearly sent many people to Poppy- herself included. How the gods must be laughing at her: Hermione always paid attention in potions, yet this one time…-
"Ms. Granger, it would do you well to listen!"
Hermione jumped slightly and cautiously gazed at her professor. The smirk on his face had transformed into a full blown sneer, causing Hermione to wince. Why did he love to distress her, to pain her? He was so bloody vindictive, but she couldn't help but melt for him. "As you seem to take pleasure in destroying my classroom you will be having detention every Monday for the rest of the year. I trust nothing like this will happen again, even from a bloody Gryffindor. Now, get out of my sight Ms. Granger. You are finished here."
Hermione smirked as she left the dungeons. The bloody fool would never know what hit him.
A Few Days Later
"What's got your knickers in a twist Hermione?"
Hermione glared at Ron, causing him to melt in his seat. "Have you noticed how Snape has been acting lately?" she asked exasperatedly, staring Harry and Ron down, as if daring them to question her.
Poor Ron, as always, was too bloody dense. "Hermione, it's Snape we're talking about! He always has something stuck up his arse, the ugly bat."
"Ron, are you that moronic? Can you not see the most obvious signs? Haven't you noticed the circles under his eyes, the way he has refrained from insulting us?"
Ron's face remained blank. "Why would you even care? The bloody git has been horrible to us sense first year. You should be celebrating in his misery. He's finally gotten what he deserves!"
Sighing dejectedly Hermione focuses on Nearly Headless Nick. "You just don't understand," she whispered in despair.
Monday
Severus poured another firewhiskey, not able to get a pair of warm brown eyes out of his head. Laura, Laura. She was gone forever, the only woman he had ever loved. His face met his hands; he didn't want to feel anything. He was, after all, the bastard Potions Master: he had no heart or soul; emotions of any kind besides hate were beyond him. At least, that is what he led others to believe. Quite often he thought it was true himself, except for these painful moments when she came back to him, laughing softly, and then flitting away before he could touch her.
"Professor, what have you done to yourself." The feminine voice was quiet. He did not lift his head.
"Leave me be," he all but whispered, only a slight slur coming through. If he had been sober he would have been ashamed by how pathetic he sounded, but as it was he didn't care.
"I will not sir!" Hermione was downright furious. She was tired of him shutting her out, like she didn't matter. "You are going to bloody hell tell me what's going on!" she lurched across his desk, grabbing this sin-black robes, practically snarling.
Instead of pushing her away like he normally would he pulled her closer, his surprisingly warm lips finding hers. Hermione couldn't breathe; she shook with pleasure that was impossible for her to hide. Breaking the kiss Hermione squeaked out "professor?" If he didn't stop she wouldn't be able to hold back. Her only growled and pulled her flush against him once more. Black eyes stared deeply into hers. "For once in your life Ms. Granger, keep your insufferable trap closed," he hissed, only to crush his lips on hers once more. He tasted like firewhiskey and cinnamon.
Any fight she had melted away; she only felt the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue explored her mouth with fervor, his hands never leaving her body. He pushed her onto his desk; his eyes sparkled with lust- although it may have been the whiskey. Hermione closed her eyes, imagining him in love with her- it was almost laughable. He obviously only wanted to forget some unspoken pain. Hermione was glad she was the one to help soothe it.
"Lay down Ms. Granger." Willfully Hermione obliged. "Now wait and feel what I do to you." His lips were by her ear when he said it. Playfully he nipped at her neck and slowly removed her robes to bare her breasts. He touched them gently and, despite her best efforts, Hermione blushed. Smirking smugly he took it into his mouth and swirled his practiced tongue around it. Hermione gasped out of shock as well as pleasure. She arched her back to meet him. He released her breast and slowly moved lower, leaving a trail of searing kisses. He felt her hot core and moaned, sticking a finger in his mouth, his gaze locked on hers.
When he lowered his dark head the world stopped and soon an electric pleasure filled her unlike anything she had experienced in her young life. Gods she loved this man; really loved him. Out of fear that he would stop and slam heaven's gates in her face she willed herself to keep her feelings to herself and just quaked all over. She came to her climax and screamed, "Severus! Oh Gods Severus!" Panting Hermione collapsed her body filled with a pleasure so powerful it hurt.
"Are you ready?" Hermione was in a daze; she could only nod.
Snape spread her legs and let his robs drop, revealing a pale, but muscular body and a large, throbbing member. Suddenly Hermione was frightened. How could she get all of that inside her? She decided not to think about it; instead she gazed at his scars that told he had experienced pain so much deeper than her own.
He took her suddenly and she let out a pained whimper. Snape stared into her eyes a look she could not define plastered on his face. "You're a virgin." This was not question, but an accusing fact. "I'll stop."
But Hermione grabbed onto him. "Please, don't stop." She hated how her voice broke. She did not want this beautiful night to end. She knew after this it would never happen again; he hated her.
Severus nodded after an torturous amount of time and started slowly. Although Hermione felt as though she would split in two the pain subsided quickly; Snape was very capable at giving her pleasure. Within minutes she was on the edge of oblivion. "Hurry." She could not take it any longer.
It was over quickly after that; she screamed her climax and Severus soon followed, but he did not say her name.
It was a woman named Laura that he cried into the blackness.
A/N: I hoped you loved this! PLEASE understand Snape does not love her, in fact, he has it in his twisted little head he loathes her…so don't get the wrong impression from this chappie. He is still very much in hate as will be evident in the next chappie. He was just so drunk and unhappy he would take anyone as long as it postponed the pain. PLEASE review!