Love The Unloved
Chapter 3
Hermione was aching by the third hour of her detention. Her arms were sore from reaching for the vials and bottles on the top shelves, cleaning them, and then putting them back in alphabetical order. She still had two more shelves to go and was steadily growing tired. Professor Snape hadn't bothered to check on her so she assumed that he was waiting for her to announce when she was done.
Hermione thought about what her Professor had said and wondered if the reason for his cold and callous personality had something to do with his parent's treatment of him. She slowly polished one bottle at a time as she thought about what it would be like to get through to him. Her thoughts quickly turned intimate as she imagined him opening up to her before kissing her on the mouth. Hermione felt her face burn as she began to feel extremely hot, picturing his body pinning her against the wall and kissing her with a passion. Hermione wondered what it would be like to have his long fingers sliding in and out of her.
She hadn't realized that she was now working on autopilot as she wiped down the bottles and set them on the shelf, hardly paying attention to what order they were in. Her eyes were on the shelf in front of her, but they were unfocussed and unseeing as she imagined her dour Professor sucking her hard nipples hungrily. Hermione also hadn't realized that Professor Snape had walked into the store room and was leaning against the door, watching her.
Severus watched the girl with narrowed eyes as she polished the bottles and set them on the shelf without thought. It was then that he noticed the flush in her cheeks and the glaze over her eyes. Her breathing was a tad faster than normal and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. He glared at her, knowing that he was probably thinking about the Weasley boy. His blood boiled for the simple fact that she was thinking thoughts she shouldn't be with a less than adequate male and in his storeroom where she was supposed to be focused on her work.
"Granger!"
Hermione was just imagining Professor Snape kissing his way down her belly when she heard him yell her name. Startling out of her inappropriate thoughts, she dropped the bottle of frog eyes. It smashed against the stone floor and she stared at it for a moment before looking up at Professor Snape with a fearful expression. She wondered if he had looked into her mind at all. His eyes met hers and he stared at her with a dark expression.
"Now, I know what you'll be doing in your next detention," he said sourly.
"I-I'm sorry…I didn't mean…you scared me," she stammered and bent down to pick up the pieces of the glass bottle.
Severus didn't say anything for a moment but instead watched her pick up the pieces. It wasn't so much what she was doing that caught his attention but rather what she was wearing. He hadn't been paying attention when she had removed her cloak to clean his stores, but now he wished he had so he could have told her to change. Her hair was in a ponytail exposing her slender neck and shoulders. The girl was wearing a loosely fit beige tank top with black filigree designs all over one side of it and tight blue jeans that rested a good few inches below her navel. He was rooted to the spot for a moment as he watched her clean because as she leaned forward, her top opened enough to allow him a view of her medium sized pert breasts. He clenched his jaw as he looked at her pink nipples which stood erect from her breasts. Severus hadn't bothered to look at a woman naked in quite some time but now he couldn't help it. When he was younger he had looked at magazines and sometimes peeked in on woman, but never had he done more than that. Grinding his teeth, he cleaned the mess with a wave of his wand and watched as the girl sat back up and looked up at him.
"You are a witch, are you not?" he asked coldly.
"I thought I was not allowed to use a wand," she retorted.
"Not to do your task, but to clean up the mess you just made, a wand would have been much less hassle," he snapped.
"Oh…well…I didn't know," she said uncertainly and stood back up.
"Didn't I tell you to put these in order?" he ground out.
"I did!"
"Really? Take another look," he sneered. Hermione turned to look at the shelves and frowned. All of them were in order until she got to the last one she had been working on before he had frightened her. Her face flushed red as she figured out why they were not in order.
"Oh…um…sorry, sir," she said and quickly began rearranging them in order. She didn't feel her dour Potions Master sneak up behind her until she felt his arms on either side of her, bracing against the shelf. She turned around quickly and gasped when she found his body nearly flush against hers and his face a mere inch from her own. She instinctively put her hands against his chest as if to push him away.
"Take your hands off of me," he growled softly. She immediately did so. "No one is permitted to touch me." His voice was deadly soft and washed over her causing her to swallow hard.
"W-what are you d-doing?" she stammered.
"Tell me something, Miss Granger, what were you thinking about?" he asked in his deep velvety voice. The shiver that went up her spine didn't go unnoticed and his gaze bored into hers.
"Nothing," she lied.
"I know you're lying. I was watching you," he said.
"I wasn't doing anything," she whispered, afraid of what he might already know.
"You were thinking inappropriate thoughts, hence the reason for the unorganized shelf. Your face was flushed and your eyes were dilated," he said smoothly noticing the blush deepen in her cheeks.
Hermione couldn't think of what to say to the man. She looked at his face, noting that he had beautiful long eye lashes and soft lips. She did notice that he seemed to have small scars around his mouth, mostly around his bottom lip. His skin didn't look as rough as people assumed it to be and she could tell that he used magic to shave because he had no stubble at all.
"Miss Granger, you're staring again," he said in a deceptively soft voice.
"Sorry…it's just…" she trailed off.
"Just what?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, there's nothing else to look at," she replied softly.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked again this time with a bit more bite in his tone.
"Nothing," she said quickly.
"Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley?" he asked.
"What? None of them!" she replied.
"Are you sure? The way you were panting gave me the impression you picturing Mr. Weasley fucking you senseless," he said and saw her swallow hard.
Hermione had never heard her Professor say such a word and she was completely unaware of how much of a reaction she would get from it. It shocked her, but at the same time it excited her beyond reason and she tried to clench her legs together to keep herself under control.
"No…I wasn't," she choked out softly.
"I can tell that your thoughts were sexual even without looking into your mind," he said harshly.
"How?" she asked in fear. Snape smirked and leaned in close to her ear, his lips grazing the crest. Hermione felt herself becoming hotter as she felt his breath tickle her.
"I can smell you," he whispered.
"No…" she gasped softly.
"Oh yes. I can smell your cunt from the door," he said and felt her shiver against him.
"I have to go," she choked and tried to push him away before she lost control. Her body was in overdrive as her mind tried to process what he had just said. It wasn't just the embarrassment but also the erotic way he said 'cunt' that was causing her to lose control. He gripped her and pushed her back against the shelves, pulling back so he could look at her face again. Her cheeks were scarlet and she was trying hard to avoid looking at him.
"Miss Granger, I do not appreciate you bringing your hormonal fantasies to my classroom or my detentions. You will do well to keep your mind on your tasks and keep your fantasies in your bedroom," he said coldly, glaring at her. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes…sir," she whispered feeling almost ashamed. He then let her go as if she had burned him and backed away.
"Get out of my sight," he said in disgust and watched her scamper out of his storeroom.
Hermione didn't know if she had ever felt so embarrassed in her entire life. She quickly left his classroom and ran from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower. Once inside the portrait hole, she went straight to her room to find Ginny sitting on her bed.
"Hey, Hermione. Are you ok?" she asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," the girl said and plopped down on her bed.
"No, you're not. What's wrong?" Ginny asked and came over to sit on the bed with her. Hermione told her friend everything that had happened while she was in detention. Ginny's eyes were practically bulging from her head by the time Hermione finished.
"He said 'fuck' and 'cunt'?" Ginny gasped.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Oh my god! How did you react?" Ginny asked, her eyes shinning.
"How do you think?"
"I bet you about creamed yourself! I don't find him attractive like you do but he's got a voice like the gods and for him to say those words…mmm…I can't imagine the agony you went through," Ginny said.
"You have no idea," Hermione acknowledged and then thought about what the man had said about his parents.
"Ginny, remember what I said about my conversation with him…when I mentioned his parents?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Does your parents know anything about him?" she asked curiously.
"Um…not that I know of. If they do they have never mentioned it," Ginny said.
"Oh. I wonder if his parents treated him badly," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"It would explain a lot," Ginny replied.
"Yeah really! I don't know what I'm going to do."
"About what?"
"About my crush on him. I can't help it. I'm trying to ignore it, but every time I see him it all comes back. I can't stop thinking about him," Hermione said in frustration.
"Hermione, you have had a crush on him since second year and honestly, I think you're beyond that stage now. I think you have fallen head over heels for the man," Ginny said.
"Yeah…maybe. It's just so useless though."
"Why do you say that?"
"Ginny, come on. This is Professor Snape we're talking about. He will never see me as anything more than a stupid little know-it-all," Hermione replied, getting up to change into her pajamas.
Hermione pulled her shirt over her head and rummaged through her draw for her cotton pajama shirt. She never really cared if Ginny saw her naked because the girl was her best friend and had also gotten undressed in front of her before.
"You know, you should go to the rest of your detentions without a bra on too," Ginny said looking at her friends pert breasts.
"Why?"
"He probably noticed that you weren't wearing a bra. Your nipples stick right out. Besides, it's not like you need one. Just go without one to the rest of them too and give him a reason to pay attention to you. I would also recommend wearing tighter tops. The jeans you wore today were good, but you should wear a thong so when you bend over it peaks out of your jeans," Ginny suggested.
"I'll keep that in mind," Hermione said and pulled her purple and white shirt over her head before slipping out of her jeans and knickers. She pulled on her matching pajama pants and sat back down on the bed.
"Did you buy the knickers I suggested?" Ginny asked. Hermione smiled and bent down to open her trunk, revealing a pile of different styles and colors.
"Nice."
"I really like the lace ones," Hermione said.
"My favorites are usually the silk," her friend replied. "I think those are a good start to impressing the evil Potions Master of Hogwarts."
"Right. As if he would ever see my knickers," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Give it a chance and he just might," Ginny laughed.
"Gin, why are you alright with this? If Harry and Ron found out they would probably kill me and then try to kill Professor Snape."
"Honestly, I want you to be happy and although I don't understand your love for him, if that man makes you happy then so be it. I honestly don't know if the boys would ever accept that," Ginny said sincerely. "But who the hell cares. If they don't want you to be happy then that's their problem." Hermione smiled at her friend gratefully.
"Thank you, Ginny," she said softly.
That night, Hermione lay in bed and thought about the man in the dungeons and wondered what he was doing. She couldn't help but think of how close they were in the potion's storeroom. The feel of his breath against her ear and his voice saying those dirty words sent chills down her spine. Hermione couldn't help but pull the photo of Professor Snape from the Yule Ball out from underneath her pillow and stare at it. The man in the photo scowled at her blackly until she slipped her hand into her pajama bottoms. The portrait then dropped his jaw and stared before it began to magically repeat itself as Hermione rubbed herself while picturing Professor Snape pinning her to the storeroom wall and ravaging her.
Severus Snape sat on his leather chair staring into his fire place and watching the flames while sipping his fire whiskey. He held the glass in one hand and his old switch blade in the other. As he raised the glass to his lips, blood trailed down his arm from the freshly cut gash. He licked his lips and casually looked down at his bloody arm, not bothering to stop the blood from trailing to his fingers. His wrists and forearms were laced with scars from years of self mutilation. It was one of the reasons, Severus never wore short sleeve shirts nor did he work in his lab with his sleeves rolled up when someone was there. He took another sip of his whiskey and stared bitterly at the amber liquid.
"Love me…Granger, you must be truly naïve. No one has ever loved me…" he laughed bitterly. "Stupid girl…if only you knew…" Severus felt his eyes becoming heavy and he dropped his glass to the floor as he fell into an uneasy sleep.
