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Chapter 2: Love Potion.
"This is my classroom, Miss Granger. My rules…" His eyes roamed over her body as she stood in front of his desk. "Remove the robe," His husky voice made her core throb with need.
She reached up to the knot that held her robe tightly around her body. With shaking fingers, she undid the tie and let the fabric flutter to the floor. The cool dungeon air hit her bare skin causing her nipples to harden painfully.
A feral smile grew on his face, and she could feel him taking in the sight of her. His eyes darkened with need. "And your hair," She freed her hair from the top of her head and let it fall past her shoulders.
He pushed out his chair an inch gesturing for her to come closer. Hermione walked around the desk and sat down on the edge before him. His hands didn't make a move to touch her even though she could see the large bulge pressing against his trousers.
"Spread your legs, Miss Granger," Her body flushed under his burning gaze, and she did as he said. Here she was with her legs open wide before her professor, while he eyed her exposed sex.
That sexy rumble came from his chest as he lowered himself down onto his knees. He brushed the inside of her thighs with his rough hands, leaving goosebumps behind. She quivered with need under his branding touch and whimpered when he lowered his mouth to her.
She felt his breath fan across her aching bud-
"Hermione!" She shot up in bed, her head colliding with Harry's. "Ow, 'Mione!"
Hermione clutched her forehead and narrowed her eyes at where Harry squirmed on her bed. "What are you doing in my room?" She asked, trying to collect herself.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and a familiar ache consumed her core. Not again! It had been like this since last Friday, every time she managed to get some sleep she dreamt about Professor Snape. It's messed up.
He hadn't shown up on Saturday nor the Sunday. Good, I wouldn't know how to react if we were ever in the same room together. Hermione was confused, I've never acted like that before, never. But, she'd never wanted anyone as bad as she'd wanted Snape at that moment.
Maybe he'll show up tonight, her inner voice taunted. Doubt it!
It was Friday again, and she had a long day ahead of her at work. Harry would spend the day pre-drinking as he liked to refer to it as, and wait for her to return in the evening so she could feed him then take him to the whorehouse. A typical start to the weekend.
Hermione clenched her legs together trying to ease the ache her dream had left. Merlin, this is embarrassing. He'd laugh if he ever found out the dreams I've had about him. I bet he's forgotten about it already.
"You seemed to be enjoying your dream," Harry said smugly, and she hit him with her pillow.
"What do you want?" She bundled the pillow against her chest and pushed some hair away from her face.
"You're going to be late for work."
Hermione's eyes flew to the clock on the wall. "Buggering hell!"
Hours later, Hermione stared at the fountain in the Love Chamber; it sat upon a floral hill in the centre of the room surrounded by stone benches. One of her colleagues called Paula was scribbling down observations as she did a scan of the Amortentia spurting from the fountain - the most powerful love potion in existence.
Maybe I've somehow inhaled the Amortentia; it would explain my infatuation with Professor Snape last Friday. She shook her head. Of course, that's not what it is. Hermione hated that she was surrounded by happiness and love when she came to work, only to go home to nothing.
She sighed.
"Something wrong?" Paula asked continuing to write things down on the clipboard she was holding.
"It has been a very long week," She said. "I cannot wait for it to be over."
"Will you join us for drinks after our shift?" She asked already knowing what her answer would be.
"I can't...sorry," She gnawed on her bottom lip.
"I'll keep asking every week until you say yes eventually," Hermione thought Paula was sweet, but years of her asking was grating on her nerves. Maybe I'm just jealous because I can't go out and drink with them.
Yes, it must be that.
The evening soon came around, and Hermione found herself standing in the bustling bar of Madam Annette's whorehouse. She scanned the crowd of people, hoping not to catch sight of a familiar dark professor. Good, I don't see him.
"Evening, love," Madam Annette walked over and patted Harry's shoulder as he made his way to get a drink. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired," A yawn broke from her lips, and she smiled apologetically at Annette.
"There's tea waiting upstairs for you," She gave her an eager push towards the stairs. Odd? "You don't want it to get cold."
She wanted to reply 'that's why we have magic for', but chose not to because of the look on her face. She's up to something. With heavy feet, she walked up the wooden stairs and down the corridor.
"Oh yes! Right there! Faster! Merlin, you're incredible!" Hermione's lips fell into a thin line, and she stared at the rattling door. Somebody is getting shagged up against that; she shivered, walking a bit faster towards the foyer.
"Hello, Princess," Felix somewhat glided in front of her. Am I not allowed peace?
Felix happened to be the wizard that tried to force himself on her and received a kick to the crotch. They call him Felix the Fondler; the women flip a coin to see who has to deal with him whenever he turns up.
"I haven't seen you around lately," He leant forward, reaching out for a fallen curl, but she stepped backwards.
"I've been avoiding you," She said. "After your little performance a couple of weeks ago I thought it would be best for us not to cross paths again."
"You're sexy when you talk," She briskly stepped around him narrowing her brown eyes.
"That's enough, Felix. Go downstairs," She could see the foyer at the end of the corridor, and her cup of tea freshly brewed waiting for her to drink. I'm so close to it.
"How can I go down there when your perky arse is up here," He staggered towards her, and she marched straight into the foyer.
"Leave me alone," She waved her hand at him, grabbed her cup of tea and took a sip.
"I'll leave if you touch my-"
"I believe the lady told you to leave," Hermione choked on the liquid in her mouth. She finally registered that someone else was in the room with them. Snape.
He was standing near one of the bookshelves by the piano. A book rested in his large hand while his other supported a glass of firewhisky. Images of those hands all over her body flashed before Hermione's mind, causing her mouth to become dry. There is no way I'm getting turned on by his hands right now!?
She stared at her cup of tea with disgust.
"It's f-fine," Felix slurred. "I paid for her already."
"You certainly did not Felix! Now go downstairs before Madam Annette kicks your saggy arse," Hermione smirked at her wit, and his face fell.
"You're no fun," He groaned, stumbling back down the corridor.
"Idiot…" She grumbled into her cup, taking another sip.
Her hands were shaking. I best put the tea down. She did, slowly; keeping her eyes on anything but Snape.
She felt awkward, yet the atmosphere wasn't. Hermione was beginning to feel like she had the last time he was here. The heat started to ravage her body. Pure desire raced through her veins. I can't look at him without thinking about my dreams; us shagging in his classroom. Merlin, this is bad.
The sofa shifted under his weight as he sat down next to her. He sat so far away that it was painful. She wanted him closer. The way I'm feeling is wrong.
She cleared her throat and grabbed her bag to retrieve a book, 'The Truth About Love.' Oh, how convenient. She discreetly tried to slip it back into her bag without him seeing the title.
"The Truth About Love? Seriously, Miss Granger. I thought you were into more intellectual reading," His velvety drawl made her stomach flip, and her grip tightened on the book.
She laughed nervously. "I like to keep up-to-date with the topic, as you know it's the most powerful force in the world."
"So they say," He took a sip of his firewhisky.
Hermione couldn't tell him that it was because of her work. The whole point of being an Unspeakable was not to tell anyone what you do within the Department of Mysteries. She shoved the book into her bag and picked up her tea; thankfully her hands had stopped shaking.
"Is that how most of the men treat you around here?" He asked, but she could hear the strain in his voice. I wonder if this is awkward for him too? He must be embarrassed about kissing me because I was his student.
"Some," She let the warm liquid invade her mouth. "That was Felix the Fondler...he's known for being handsy with women. However, that was only the second time I've run into him."
"What happened the first time?"
"He decided to not listen to me when I told him no," She explained, trying to avoid his dark eyes. Why can I feel them all over me? "I kicked him in his man parts, and left him to cry on the floor."
The familiar rumble came from his chest causing her to squeeze her legs together. This is ridiculous; he shouldn't be affecting me this much. She finally looked at him. To no surprise, he was watching her closely. Their eyes held onto one another's for a few seconds before they both looked away. Please tell me he's feeling like this too.
"Do you come here to watch over Mr Malfoy?" She asked, and her eyes scanned the corridor to see if she could spot him. He hadn't been downstairs.
"I'm more of a chaperone," His dark hair fell over his burning eyes, and her hand twitched to move it. "He wouldn't make it home in one piece if he was on his own."
Hermione felt odd that she was easily having a conversation with him. I like Professor Snape outside of Hogwarts; he's less ill-tempered. Or maybe he has drunk a lot of firewhisky. People talk more when they're under the influence of alcohol.
"How often do you come here? I'm surprised we haven't met sooner," She was proud that she was able to keep her voice steady, but her hands betrayed her as they started to shake again.
"We've been coming here for a month now. Lucius got into a fight with the Madam at the old brothel," He explained, and his eyes shifted down her body making her shiver.
She didn't look appealing right now. She wore black trousers that stopped mid-calf, with a white blouse tucked into the high waist, and a blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbow. She wanted to take off her heels but didn't deem it appropriate.
"This is the third whorehouse in two years," She admitted and decided to let her own eyes run over his body to see how he liked it.
He wore his teaching robes, which she'd never seen the appeal of until she returned to take her exams. However, now she could understand why she dreamt about him in his classroom. The idea of roleplay never intrigued her, yet she could think of nothing else but him shagging her on one of the worktops while dressed in her uniform.
She looked away from him. There is unquestionably something wrong with me.
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes?" She replied breathlessly and placed her cup down on the table.
"What did you dream about last night?" Hermione watched him put his glass down, then shift his body, so he was facing her.
"W-Why does that matter?" He couldn't possibly know about my dreams. The first thing she learnt when she joined the Department of Mysteries was Occlumency - Snape didn't stand a chance of getting inside her head.
"It's a simple question, Granger. Answer it," His voice made her heart rate speed up, and she nervously looked around the room.
"I dreamt about a meadow...flowers...Harry. The usual kind of things," She restlessly pulled on a loose thread of the sofa. "I don't see how it should concern you-"
"Spread your legs, Miss Granger."
"Oh, Merlin!" Hermione shot to her feet and stared down at him in horror. "H-How did you-I mean how could you possibly…" He slowly rose to his feet, and the feeling of desire fled her body. His eyes were lethal, pinning her to the spot.
"I want you to undo the spell you've cast upon me!" He snapped, and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't care why you did it, but I want you to undo it!" He advanced on her causing her to stumble back a few steps.
"Are you seriously insinuating that I used a love potion on you?" Hermione felt offended. How dare he think that!
"Why else would I have kissed you?!" Of all the ways she thought that their second meeting could go, this was not one of them.
"I don't know, sir. Maybe because you wanted to!" She tilted her head back to look up at him, matching his deadly stare.
"Since that night you've been in my dreams," His voice was husky. "Tempting me...Undo it."
"I. Didn't. Do. Anything." She seethed through gritted teeth. "Why would I waste my time to slip my old professor a love potion so that he'd snog me? Do you think I'm that desperate?" She hadn't meant for it to sound so insulting, and his set face showed that he'd taken it the wrong way.
"Desperate? Old?" He stepped closer, bringing them toe-to-toe. Hermione had always felt intimidated whenever he towered over her in class, but now, it left her breathless, wanting him to inch down a little and press his lips against hers.
"I-I didn't mean it like that," She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and his eyes narrowed at the sight. "Sir-"
Snape lowered his mouth to hers and pressed a cautious kiss to her soft lips, then pulled away to look into her eyes. She swallowed hard. All rational thoughts fled her mind when he crashed his lips back down to hers. The back of her legs came in contact with the sofa, and she was lowered down onto it.
Their mouths didn't part while he ferociously devoured her lips, and she groaned into him. She moulded her body against his craving the feel of his body on hers; it was so much better than in her dreams. He gripped hard onto her waist kneading the flesh of her hip.
Hermione wanted some form of release; being deprived every morning when she awoke from her erotic fantasies, wasn't pleasurable. He moved his hand down her leg, cupping her at the knee to bring her leg around his back slightly; it allowed them to become closer. She groaned when his lips left hers, but he made up for it when he started to kiss her neck with the same ferocity.
Ron had never kissed her like this. Merlin, Ron could never compete with Snape. He sucked the tight skin of her neck into his mouth, gently nibbling at her tender flesh. She hated that she was fully clothed. Hermione wanted to feel his bare skin against hers; she wanted every single part of him.
He moved his lips away from her neck and kissed her hard again. The need coursing through her veins heightened when she buried her hands into his silky hair. A stomach flipping rumble came from his chest, so she continued to caress his scalp.
Hermione wasn't sure how long they lay on the sofa grinding their bodies against each other, but the moment he pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers was too soon. She still wanted more.
She looked at him with dazed eyes, and she noticed his pupils had dilated. Her fingertips continued to stroke his scalp, causing him to shut his eyes for a few seconds to embrace the feeling.
"This is wrong…" His deep voice vibrated her core, making her hum in response and bite her bottom lip. "It doesn't help when you do that," She couldn't fight the giggle that came from her mouth. "Or that."
"I'm sorry," She whispered.
There was a look of sincerity in his eyes just before he moved to press his lips against hers, but an eruption of shouts and crashes made him still. He growled, turning to look over his shoulder. It's coming from downstairs.
"Harry!" She exclaimed and placed her hands on his chest to move him off her. "I swear I'm going to kill him if he caused any trouble," The shouts got louder, and people began to yell hexes at one another.
Hermione looked down at him with a sincere expression; she wished to kiss him again, just a quick, sweet kiss. Snape composed himself and came to stand next to her.
"Shall we?" He nodded down the corridor.
"Yes," She grabbed her bag and followed him down the hall.
The ruckus was as bad as it sounded. Hermione stepped out onto the small landing and glanced down at the mess below them. The tables lay in a splintered mess, chairs crumbled under thrown bodies, bottles crashed up the wall leaving residue behind. Bundles of men clambered together, most of them unsure as to why the fight had started in the first place.
She caught sight of Harry in the middle of the commotion.
"Harry Potter!" She scolded as a mother would to their child, then marched down the stairs. Her body moved on its own while her brain focused on the fact that Snape was watching her from above. A chill shot down her spine.
Harry was on the floor taking a hard kick to the stomach, no doubt forcing all the alcohol back up his throat. She lightly tapped the aggressor on the shoulder, and he whirled around to face her.
"I'll pay you in a second, sugar," She crinkled up her nose in disgust.
"Back off my friend, please," Hermione always used the sweetest tone she could muster up when interacting with the men here. Most of them guessed straight away that she was mocking them, but some didn't quite understand her sarcasm - Felix for example.
"He started it!" His alcoholic breath filled her nostrils, and she resisted the urge to gag.
"That may be true, but he's drunk, and I need to take him home," She sauntered past him and crouched down next to Harry.
The noise died down when Madam Annette appeared shouting bloody murder at the top of her lungs. She'll ban them all for a week.
"Harry," She touched his cheek. "You can't sleep on the floor."
"Hi-" He hiccuped. "'Mione, you're beautiful."
"Thank you," She laughed. "Get up; you've caused enough trouble tonight."
"We just got here," He poked his bottom lip out like a child and sat up to lean against her.
"I know that, but you've been drinking all day. I think you need to lay on the sofa and sleep off the alcohol," She placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled him from the sticky floor. Harry didn't ease his weight off her, and she stumbled to the side a little. "Harry don't fall asleep."
"I'm just closing my eyes for a couple of minutes," A burp followed. Gross.
Hermione turned her head slightly in search of Snape but saw that he was no longer standing on the landing. Oh. She shook her head and dragged Harry home.