Hermione: Sir!
Snape: [takes a deep breath and says in an unsteady voice] Carry on, Granger.
Hermione: But you're bleeding.
Snape: I would mind my own business Granger. Why don't you ...[starts to sway unsteadily]
Cue: Hermione makes a grab for Snape who has no choice but to lean on her for support. She smells blood, dirt, sweat on her Potions master.
Hermione: I'll get Madame Pomfrey!
Snape: [in a faint voice] No, help me to my quarters.
Cue: Snape's quarters. They barely made it as Snape collapsed on his bed. It is unmade. He sits up on his bed trying to heal his wounds but unable to because both the palms of his hands were slit deep and he can't hold a wand in his hand.
Snape: Dammit!
Cue: Hermione's hands close over his steadying him.
Hermione:[in a quiet tone]Let me help.
Cue: Snape lets a tired sigh of resignation. His hands relax so Hermione can take his wand out of his hands. She gently opens his right hand. He has big hands, calloused. His whole palm was drenched in blood. Hermione dabs a damp cloth over the blood. A hiss escapes from Snape. She looks up, his eyes are closed. Slowly she cleans the wounds on his hands and forehead and then mended them.
Hermione: [traces a line across the closed scar on his palm] Why did it leave a scar?
Snape: [opens his eyes and looks at his palm, looks at Hermione's small fingers caressing his rough flesh] He cut me with a cursed weapon. [Snape's hand slowly curls around Hermione's, stilling her finger. He looks into her eyes.] Thank you, Granger.
Hermione: [small smirk. Other hand touches the raised welt on his forehead, just near his hairline. He leans into her touch. Closes his eyes again]
Snape: [quietly] So tired..
Hermione: [stands up] I'll tuck you in and then I'll be off then, sir. [Out of habit, plants a small kiss on the scar then pulls back in alarm] I'm sorry sir, I used to kiss my nephew goodnight. I'm sorry.
Snape: [pulls her back down, scarred hands enveloping hers]Please don't go. [releases one hand to cup her cheek] Please...Hermione?
Hermione: [hugs him lightly] Okay, I'll keep you company.
Cue: The hug lasts for a few moments and then they pull apart. Snape's dark eyes meet her brown ones. Their face inch closer. He looks at her moist lips.
Snape: [whispers in a quick harsh tone] Stop me if you don't want this. [makes eye contact with her trying to judge her reaction]
Cue: Hermione closes her eyes. Their lips meet. Snape's kisses are urgent, wanting to brand her as his. His breathing becomes more ragged, alternatively nipping and soothing her lips until they become swollen. A small moan escapes Hermione and it undoes Snape. He groans and pushes her roughly onto his bed. He waits for her to protest and when she pulls him on top of her, he surrenders willingly.
Snape: [in an aroused rough voice] I want to feel you.
Cue: Hermione smiles and nods her permission. Snape stops to free himself and Hermione. He waited, poised above her, between her, at her entrance.
Hermione's eyes are closed, cheeks flushed, curls in disarray.
Snape: Look at me.
Cue: They make unblinking eye contact. Hermione startled by the intensity of his gaze and the emotion she saw in them. Snape is perched above her, elbows on both sides of her head. One word.
Snape: Mine.
Cue: And he enters her slowly, making her his. His mouth engulfs hers in a kiss, swallowing her moans as both lose control and finally let go.
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