Chapter 1 - It's Early morning
Hermione paced the mantle in her rooms at Hogwarts. After 3 years of being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, she still had yet to come to terms with one of her colleagues. He just knew exactly what to say to make her entire being fume and fluster. Severus Snape. On more than one occasion she wondered why he didn't die when Nagini bit him. On several of these moments she thought bitterly that it was perhaps to torment her.
After the failure of a marriage she had with Ronald Weasley, Hermione resigned herself to be alone. No one wanted the "Golden Girl" and "Gryffindor Princess". To add to that she was divorced, which was not looked on too kindly. It seemed the Wizarding world was still in the dark ages about some things and there would be no swaying them. It made no difference that Ron had gone off and whored all over several countries while trying out for different Quidditch teams. Nor did it make a difference that she had contracted a disease from him that left her more or less barren. Only a 10% chance that she could conceive and then she was in for a difficult and rocky pregnancy. All of this happened within 16 months of the vile Dark Lord finally being defeated. Swept up in the frenzy of celebration she took her feelings of elation and grief and placed them on Ron, convincing herself she was in love with him. But nothing could be farther from the truth.
And now she stood in front of her fire musing over the last 5 years of her life. The Great Hall was being readied for the celebration. It was the 5 year anniversary of the salvation of the wizarding world. Her mind had yet to settle from the thoughts of the last day. Her hair was a wild tumble of curls and her eyes had that tired gleam and yet when she closed them she flashed to a dream that had them springing open once again.
Perhaps I should rest. This is going to be a long night. She thought to herself. As she settled into the duvet she thought wistfully of the dream that she continued to experience.
Black eyes, black hair falling over her bare shoulder. Her name whispered in ecstasy by a voice that sounded like velvet.
Her eyes shooting open once more she lingered on the look of pure lust in the eyes of the man in her dream. Replaying the dream over more in her head she rose and decided sleep could indeed wait. She was in desperate need of a cold shower if she were to continue on her day. Breakfast was going to be a chore. She had hoped to be refreshed before having to sit next to him. Everyday seemed to make her desire for him grow and nothing she could do would stop it. She thought perhaps exhaustion would make it less apparent but it seemed to have the opposite effect.
Standing in the shower, she let the cold water flow over herself. Wistfully she thought of how good it would feel to have a man's hands on her again. Her few fumblings into the bedroom were not the most treasured feelings she had, but Ron did stir a desire in her to be touched. As yet she only imagined what that could truly feel like. Following that train of thought took her to the potion master's hands. So long fingered and lithe. Holding a strength and grace. The water began to warm with a wave of her hand. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth she lingered over the thought of those hands on her heated flesh. She slowly gave up making those thoughts go away and gave into the urge to fulfill her our need.
She found herself less satisfied than she wished to be, but there was nothing for it. She would be expected for breakfast and she did not want to give them one reason to speculate.