Take Me
Chapter 2
By: politelycynical
She had willed her way out of the spell.
Harry had to recast it over and over because she was too juiced up on dark magic to control.
Hermione relished in the power that was coursing through her veins. The whole room buzzed. Her body was magnetic. She swore that she could see sound.
The moments when she had made her way into that delicious boy's lap had sent thrills up her spine.
Why would Harry not let her have him? He was her friend. He should want good things for her.
And the boy, Severus had gotten so hard under her. He had groaned and whimpered, and she rubbed herself against him and felt so much power.
Power.
She broke free from the spell again. She remained still. There was no sense in moving again. They would just freeze her.
Darkness. All over her body.
She leaned back into her seat and pouted. Harry narrowed his eyes on her. "I'm not going to try anything." She told him.
It was a lie. She just needed him to give her a window.
"Hermione. You're high on this magic. We are keeping you here for your own good."
She huffed at him.
She eyed the boy with the long dark hair. There was definitely something familiar about him. His hands were moving skillfully across potions ingredients. His fingers were long and thin.
Her stomach clenched. She pressed her thighs together. Why couldn't she have him?
His chest was on display because of her earlier attempts.
He tapped a stirrer on the side of the cauldron and raised the heat.
Everyone else in the Great Hall didn't matter. She wished they would just go.
If they hadn't been here earlier she could have gotten his pants off.
"Alright, it's done." He said.
She stood up. Wands whipped out from every direction trained on her.
She glared. "The potion is for me, isn't it?"
Their aim didn't waver.
"Morons." She said, waiting for Severus to bring her the glass that he had filled with a murky looking substance.
"You should sit back down when you drink it." He told her. "In case there are any side effects."
"You sit down." She eyed him. "Then I'll drink it."
She timidly fingered the top button of his pants. He stopped breathing and pushed her hands back at her. "Please. That is so inappropriate."
"Hermione. Behave." Ginny said sternly.
"It's not a whole lot to ask." She whined. "I have been frozen for a half an hour, with zero fun. I've been good. Make him sit down first."
She let her power reach out and touch him. His hair moved unnaturally. He pushed some of it behind his ear.
"Okay." Severus reasoned with her. "But you have to promise to drink the potion."
"I promise."
He sat down hesitantly.
She smiled at him. She turned around and sat her bum directly in his lap.
He handed her the potion. "Drink up." He stammered, obviously nervous by their position.
She turned it up and drank all of it. She ground her well-rounded butt against the bulge that was forming in his pants.
It felt so good.
She dropped the empty glass to the floor and let it shatter.
She raised one hand behind her head to pull him closer to her. Turning slightly, she whispered in his ear. "You're so hard. I wish we were alone."
He shifted beneath her. He looked helpless.
And then…
The power wavered.
Where was it going?
"No." She said helplessly as she felt it drain out of her.
The dark haze that had clouded her vision was being lifted. She wished that it wouldn't leave.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. She adjusted the way she was sitting. Severus whimpered as she pressed against him.
…what?
She looked down at herself.
She was half naked, wearing only a tank top and panties. She was sitting on a boy's lap, clearly grinding against his erect penis.
And—
He was Severus Snape.
She jumped out of his lap quickly, shrieking. "What the hell?" She yelled.
He sighed in either relief or disappointment. Hermione wasn't sure which.
Harry sighed. "Thank God." He stood up and walked up beside her.
She spun around on him and shoved him. "You were supposed to protect me, Harry!"
"I tried. You were stronger than me. There's not much we could do other than let you have your way." He explained, holding her jeans out to her.
She hastily put them on. "What a fucking disaster." She griped at him. She glanced around the room. "Is this a show?"
The boys all looked away.
"Why are there so many people here, Harry?" She glared at him. "This was supposed to be stealth."
Neville sighed nearby. "They were here when we got here. It's all just kind of spiraled out of control."
She huffed.
This was ridiculous. They were supposed to arrive in the middle of the night to a deserted Great Hall. Then they would sneak up to Dumbledore's office and give him a letter, which had been written by his future self and explained their situation.
Instead, the spell had backfired. She had been high out of her mind for nearly an hour, and they had to chase her around and make her stop trying to -
Well, she didn't want to go into what she was trying to do.
She felt her face heat up. She snuck a glance a Snape.
Ugh. Snape. She was mortified. He had made her life a living hell for years. He had called her an insufferable know-it-all countless times just for answering questions in his classroom. And the immediate first impression she had given him when she met his past, younger self was that she was some kind of trollop that would just crawl into the lap of anyone with a penis.
She groaned and covered her face in embarrassment.
She paused. Actually, it did kind of feel good to get back at him a little bit. He was clearly embarrassed as well, and he was currently trying to hide his erection under his many layers of clothing.
She smiled behind her hand. No.
No. She couldn't – just. Stop it, Hermione.
She looked back at Harry and pulled on some sneakers. "We need to go see Dumbledore."
"My thoughts, exactly." Everyone started picking up their luggage.
"We'll take you there." Sirius stepped forward. He grabbed her bag out of her hand and placed his hand on the small of her back.
She smiled at him.
Severus made a little strangled noise nearby.
"You're not even supposed to be out of bed, Black." He growled. "And both of you have detention for that little stunt that you pulled earlier."
He jerked her bag out of Sirius' hands and stomped out of the Great Hall.
There's the Snape that she knew.
Remus looked at his friends diplomatically. "Better go to bed, guys. I'll try to get Dumbledore to go easy on you."
James and Sirius nodded and walked out.
The rest of their ragtag group started walking up the staircases. Severus was waiting for them on a landing above.
His shirt was still ripped open. He looked pissed. She tried not to watch him.
They all stayed quiet.
Dumbledore's office was up ahead.
"We can take it from here." Harry told them. He tapped the envelope that Dumbledore had given them against the statue. The staircase responded as if he had spoken a password.
At first, Dumbledore had been upset with them. He had yelled at them about the dangers of the spell that they had used. The price for that kind of unnatural event was normally the life of a sacrificial virgin. Although they had prepared for her to die and be immediately revived, something could have easily gone wrong.
He eventually calmed down. He read their letter. His future self had written it. It explained what their mission was. They were to use their knowledge of the Dark Lord's weaknesses and the extra time that they had gained to defeat him before his first true rise to power. They were to finish school, train like soldiers, and one day find the horcruxes and kill him.
And then live out the rest of their lives as if nothing had happened.
"You will not be returning to you own time?" He asked warily.
"There's nothing for us there." Harry answered.
Hermione looked down. "England is gone. Most of Europe has been reduced to rubble."
"What about your families?" He asked.
Ginny looked at him blankly. "They're dead. We're the only ones left."
Neville nodded bleakly.
"Very well. You have my protection." He sighed. "We'll get you sorted in the morning. Until then, you can use the guest facilities in the eastern side of the building. Goodnight."
They all gathered their things and left.
Severus lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.
The night had been so embarrassing, but at the same time—It had been the best night of his life.
Never had a girl ever treated him like that.
Like a man. To be had.
Sure, she had obviously regretted it when she had come back to her senses.
But before that she had put a creamy thigh on either side of him.
She had kissed him until he saw stars.
She had pressed against him in a way that was just… so fucking great.
He felt himself twitch.
He sighed and leaned further into his pillow.
He closed his eyes and let his hand drift down.
Her breasts pressed against him.
Her hot core grinding against his school uniform.
So warm.
"You're so hard."
Her nice butt when she sat down on him.
She slid her tongue into his mouth.
She kissed down his throat.
"I wish we were alone."
She rocked against him.
The heat that was pouring off of her. She was dragging herself across—
She was-
She whimpered into his ear.
It felt so good.
She felt so good against him.
He covered his mouth with his other hand to mute his strangled moan.
He sighed.
He quickly cleaned up with his wand and tried to go to sleep.
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Notes: Wow. I had 2 pages of notifications from ffdotnet this morning. That's crazy! After writing this chapter, I paused and thought to myself "I'm kind of a pervert." Obviously, since this seems to be the only kind of stuff I ever feel like writing.