Disclaimer: I am just playing with them, JKR owns them and I won't be making any money off of this so please don't bother suing me. This is my response to the Seducing Severus Snape Challenge at WIKTT. It also happens to be songfic, sort of. The song is The Thin Line by Queensryche, who happen to have the coolest songs to listen to when you are thinking of Snape J By the way this is all done tongue-in-cheek and I have tried to use as many SS/HG clichés as possible so if you recognize something as yours, please know I did not mean to steal anyone's ideas.
The Thin Line
"Another hungry look, In her eyes again.
Pacing the floor, The hunt begins."
Severus Snape entered the Great Hall for lunch at exactly 11:45 am. Immediately he felt her eyes upon him. His stride faltered for the scant second it took him to regain his composure, then with an even greater determination he stalked to the Head Table, robes billowing behind him. He took his usual seat at the end next to Remus Lupin, back for the last two years teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. With a sigh and an almost imperceptible slump to his shoulders, he unfolded his napkin into his lap and reached for a pot of tea.
Remus chuckled as he leaned towards the potions master. "Just like a lioness stalking her prey, wouldn't you say Severus? If I weren't so frightened, I would envy you." He pushed the soup tureen and a plate of rolls to Severus.
Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting on the other side of Remus, turned towards the two professors. "If you think you are envious now, wait until you see what she is going to wear to the Leaving Feast tonight. I knew Albus had to be up to something when he told those children that dress robes would not be required for this evening's festivity." She beamed at her Gryffindor charge that was in the middle of a very heated discussion with Misters Potter and Weasley.
Remus raised his eyebrows, "So you have actually seen it then? I must confess I forgot entirely what I had gone to the library for after I heard her and Miss Weasley talking about it there the other night."
Severus cleared his throat, "Might I remind you both that I am still sitting here, and for the record just because Miss Granger looks like she is ready to eat me alive, does not mean that I will allow it."
Though he spoke softly, it seemed that the entire staff had taken that moment to concentrate on their food rather than their conversations. Every single one of them heard him. Professor Flitwick giggled as he stood on his chair to ladle more soup into his bowl. Madam Hooch laughed so hard that she began to hiccough and Professor Vector began pounding her on the back.
"Well if you are going to be eaten alive," Sinistra giggled, "you had better have some condiments on hand. Here take this honey."
"Oooh I much prefer chocolate sauce or whipped cream," sighed Professor Sprout.
"I have some edible body paints, if you would like to borrow them." Madam Hooch chortled.
Severus supposed it was a good thing that Albus was not at lunch today. He most definitely did not want to hear the Headmaster's preferred body condiment.
"Oh Severus really," Minerva said smiling, "I for one truly admire your restraint this past year." He rolled his eyes but she continued on. "You deserve to be happy too, Professor. I think we all feel the sparks flying when you two are in the same room."
"She is a child," he hissed.
"No," Remus interrupted, "If I am not mistaken she turned eighteen this September past, and if you want to get to the bare bones of the matter, technically she can no longer be considered a student either since all of the final exams have been taken and grades posted."
"This is preposterous. You are all mad. I am not having this discussion with any of you." Severus muttered as he stood up. "I refuse to sit here and debate whether or not the Head Girl and I should throw caution to the wind, and shag each other senseless." With that final statement he turned on his heel, and strode back out of the Great Hall.
"All in favor…" Remus said. Every adult at the table raised their hands and burst into laughter. The students eyed the head table with a mixture of curiosity and concern, used to seeing their professors act more reserved.
"Skin tight leather provides my pleasure.
Wake my fear, surge with the pressure."
Later that afternoon Severus entered the library carrying a huge stack of books that he would not need to take with him over the summer holiday. Madam Pince however was no where to be found. He could not just leave the books there for anyone to take, and he most certainly was not going to waste a minute more time making a second trip. Even if he spelled them to make them inconspicuous, he would have to return in order to lift the spell. "She is probably just putting some other books away," he reasoned. Quickly he put a vanishing spell on the books and set off through the aisles in search of the librarian.
Finally in the restricted section he saw her, not Madam Pince, but her. Hermione Granger was walking slowly down the aisle fingers brushing lightly across the titles. He stopped the second he saw her and stepped a little to the side so that she would not notice his perusal. Gods she was beautiful, no – that word did her no justice. She made his blood boil; he could admit that to himself. She had twisted her hair up and clipped it, yet curls still escaped teasing the nape of her neck.
Her hair was still wild and untamable, no matter what she had tried. And over the years he had watched her try a great many things. He allowed himself a small smile because her hair reminded him of an old nursery rhyme, "There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very very good. And when she was bad," at that moment she stopped and stroked the spine of one of the books before pulling it from its home on the shelf. "Please be bad…" he thought immediately as a shudder went through his body. He didn't think that he had ever been quite so jealous of a book before, but he could literally feel her fingers stroking the length of his cock in just the same way. "Stop this now, Severus," he thought harshly. "Put an end to it now, before you both regret it."
He leaned against the bookshelf crossing his arms over his chest, and schooled his expression into a most cold and disdainful mask. "Saying Good Bye to your best friends Miss Granger?" he sneered.
Her body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into an even more sensuous posture. "Well, yes," she said slowly turning around to face him, "I suppose I am at that."
Sweet Merlin's Balls! When did her voice get so, so velvety? She was still holding the book that and he glanced down at its title, "How to Marry a Potions Master." (a/n: nods to mouselmeg, and the "picture this" challenge.) Well that was fascinating; he had never seen that particular self-help guide before. He was going to have a look at that book and soon because, Gods help him, he could feel her hands on him, holding him; in the same manner she was holding the book.
She caught his glance at the book and flushed deeply, but instead of looking away, she trapped him with her gaze. He didn't remember her moving towards him, but suddenly there she was. Standing before him so close he could feel the heat coming off of her body. Her breath was short, her skin flushed, he could smell almost taste her arousal. "Professor…" She whispered, putting the book down and raising her hands to touch his face.
He caught her wrists easily before she could touch him. He just didn't think he could handle feeling her gentle touch and then push her away. He held her arms out and away from their bodies. "Miss Granger," he sighed, "Hermione please, don't do this. You have no idea of the consequences."
"Professor Flitwick taught us the charms to prevent unwanted 'consequences' two years ago." She smiled slyly and stepped closer. So soft, he thought and stifled a groan. He could feel every inch of her body against his, which meant that she could feel his erection. She ground her hips slightly to emphasize the point.
He bit back a curse and pushed her back against the books then stepped away from her. "Are you really that stupid girl? Do you honestly believe that I am worried about contraception," he said angrily.
"Of course I don't," she whispered. "But I don't see why you think that our being together would be so horrible. If you think that being seen with you will make me more of a target in this war then maybe you aren't thinking, or have you forgotten that Harry is my best friend."
"I am not forgetting Potter the WonderBoy, the supposed salvation of us all. Listen to me carefully girl, I have betrayed Voldemort. He wants me to suffer and he wants me dead. I have no living relatives because I could not stomach his ways. It is not safe for me to leave the school grounds, ever. I am a prisoner here just as if there was a dementor standing outside my door. I guarantee you that if He were to learn I was even a little bit attracted to you I would have your death on my conscience as well."
"Can I ask you a question?" Hermione asked after she had stood there staring at him for a moment.
"By all means, Miss Granger."
"Do you own any leather?" She asked, a smile suddenly brightening her clouded features.
"I beg your pardon?" He sputtered. Now where in Merlin's name was she going with this bizarre turn in the conversation. "I fail to see the pertinence…"
"It's just that, well." She started to step closer but he stiffened and held up a hand in warning. "The way I see it, tonight could be the last time I get to see you until after the war is over and I have always fantasized about you wearing a pair of black leather trousers."
"I don't have time for your silly fantasies, child." He watched her face fall and grimaced. He wanted to hurt her and push her away, but he could hardly stand it himself. "I own three pairs," he murmured.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Severus felt another tremor run through his body and a flash of heat shot straight to his groin. They were treading on dangerously thin ice again and he thought perhaps he had best get out of the library and soon, then he heard her ask "Professor, tonight, will you dance with me?"
"One dance, Miss Granger. You may pick the song."
She nodded her assent and he narrowed his gaze, studying her for a moment before answering with his own nod. He brushed past her continuing his search for the missing librarian, and did not see her pull her book back off of the shelf and sit down to do some power reading.
"Walk away and leave forever,
Do I dare?"
tbc