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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not owe Mr Potter and his beloved characters. After all, if I did, Ron would be dead, Draco would be with Harry and Hermione would be with Snape!! I don't own the lyrics to Alesana's Obsession is Such an Ugly Word either.
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Desire is now the one in control
Am I strong enough to not ever know what I'd find?
Should I press on?
Snape and Hermione were sat across the table from each other, both staring at the pink potion that sat in the middle. It was what Hermione had to drink, but she was nervous.
"I have something for you," Hermione said suddenly, removing a vial from her pocket and giving it to him. "I know that once I drink this potion I will be unconscious for a time and I'd like you to look at that whilst I'm out, okay?"
Snape nodded.
Hermione grabbed the potion and stood up.
"Where should I take it?" She asked. "I'm going to be unconscious straight away. I don't want to hurt myself."
"I wouldn't let you get hurt," Snape said, his tone soft. "I'm guessing in my room so you can take it on the bed and be comfortable."
Hermione smiled at him, her eyes sad as she left the room. Snape followed her and waited until she was in the bedroom. Hermione sat on the bed and looked at him.
"I'll see you soon," she raised the glass and drained it in one.
Instantly her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell backwards. Before her head could hit the bed, Snape had her in his arms and he gently lifted her and put her into the bed, putting the covers over her. He kissed her forehead and left her.
He went back into the lab and picked up the small vial. There were two memories in it, he guessed, and he tipped one into the pensieve and fell headfirst into it.
He was in his bedroom, and Hermione was sat on the end of the bed.
"Hi," She said, her voice nervous. "Hi, Severus. I know that you have a pensieve, and this is why I put this as a memory for you to watch and not as a letter, which is what I had originally planned. I'm not sure how this happened, but when I was kidnapped and tortured, one person that I wanted to see was you. Suddenly, you were the lifeline for me, and even though sometimes you were there and watched me getting tortured, I just had to look at you and I would be numb from it - I wouldn't be able to feel what they were doing to me because I had you."
"And then, my friends shunned me and ignored me, not understanding what I went through. But you helped me. I fell from the Earth and landed in hell, only to end up in heaven when you took care of me. I felt like you liked me, but I wasn't sure. You've been so hostile towards me the last two weeks, but I don't care. You have your reasons. But, I couldn't let myself take this potion, even though I could possibly die, without telling you that I love you. That's the truth I've been trying to deny and hide from you, but I'm fed up of hiding from the truth. I love you, Severus Snape, and I hope you feel the same way. If you don't, please, don't be harsh."
Snape stared at the girl in front of him, and felt a rush of love. He hadn't believed that she loved him, but after hearing her call for him when she was being tortured and after this confession, he knew that it was true love and he loved her back. He loved the insufferable, know-it-all Gryffindor who had stolen from him and made his life a misery.
"Severus, you may feel the same, but you may think that I don't truly feel this way, because I'm vulnerable and you may feel that you're taking advantage," Hermione interrupted his thoughts. "This is why I prepared the other memory. This was done just before I was captured, and I hope it helps to prove my feelings."
The memory ended there and Snape found himself back in his lab. He hurriedly poured in the other memory and jumped in, eager to find out what the other one was. With a jolt he recognised his own classroom, and he saw himself shouting at Hermione.
"Can't you do anything right?" He watched as he shouted at her. "Clearly one detention wasn't enough for you, you stupid girl."
Snape realised that something was completely wrong with the image. He had never said that to her.
"Why don't you punish me, Professor?" Hermione asked, her tone seductive.
Snape then knew what this was. This was one of Hermione's fantasies.
Hermione reached up and kissed him, her kiss passionate and needy and he responded. In a flash their clothes were off and he was devouring her, his hands running over her body as he reached her hips and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she lowered herself on his erection. He moved inside her and she moaned.
Snape coughed, watching this had caused his own problem, which was straining against his trousers. He shut his eyes but Hermione cried out his name and they opened again, watching as the bodies connected, as they met again and again.
Hermione cried out his name and he came shortly after.
"Hermione?" A female voice echoed around the room.
Snape looked around for the source but couldn't see it. He felt himself being jerked out of the dream and he was stood beside Hermione's bed in the Gryffindor tower, with Ginny shaking Hermione out of her sleep.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"You're going to be late for breakfast," Ginny said.
"I'll be down in a minute," Hermione replied. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall."
"Alright, see ya in a minute!" Ginny bounded down the stairs.
Hermione lifted her head and looked around the room. It was empty. A smile crossed her face as underneath the covers her fingers found herself and she began to touch the bundle of nerves that were swollen due to her dream. Snape swallowed as he watched her masturbate, and it was his name she cried again.
The memory ended and Snape found himself back in the lab. He heard a noise behind him and turned, only to be confronted with Hermione.
"What do you think?" She asked nervously.
Snape shook his head softly and Hermione's face crumpled. In a flash he was next to her, his lips touching hers so softly that it almost killed him.
"I love you," Snape whispered.
"I love you," Hermione replied, her eyes glistening. "It worked."
"It worked?" Snape asked.
"I can't remember it," Hermione grinned. "I can't remember anything about what happened to me. It's all gone."
Snape cheered along with her, but it was cut off by her lips seeking his. She was kissing him passionately. He ran his tongue along her lip and her mouth opened under him, and he took the permission to explore her mouth, which he did so thoroughly.
"You taste like chocolate," he broke the kiss off for a moment.
"You taste like strawberries," she replied. "Perfect together."
Her hands ran up his shirt and she quickly undid it, her fingers tracing the muscle definition on his torso. It was her entire outfit that went next. He tore it off her and his hands touched bare skin for the first time in a long time. She struggled with his belt, it refused to undo.
Hermione broke the kiss off and sighed, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
"Honey, calm," Snape soothed her. "Try again."
Her hands found his belt and this time she managed to undo it easily.
"See?" Snape smiled.
He stepped out of his trousers, and Hermione noticed that he had gone commando. Her eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly her breasts were exposed to the air and she gasped, covering herself up.
"Hermione," Snape said, gently touched her chin. Her eyes met his. "Hermione, I can show you that this can be amazing, just please, trust me."
Hermione looked at him for a moment more before slipping out of her knickers. Her hands removed themselves from her body and she stood there, her head held high as he looked at her perfect body.
He reached out and, in a swift motion, had her in his arms. He took her to his bedroom and put her down on his bed softly. He was on top of her, claiming her mouth again as his hand wandered down to her breast, which he gently caressed. Her nipple was hard, and he pinched it softly, causing Hermione to moan and arch her back. He did it again, paying close attention to what she liked so he could do it again.
Once he felt like both her breasts had enough attention, his hand slipped further down and touched her core. She gasped and moved slightly away from him.
"Hermione," Snape tried again, only to have her sit straight up.
"Just give me a moment to get used to it, please," She asked.
During that time, Snape gently circled her inner thigh, tantalisingly close to her heat. He gently brushed the soft curls and Hermione moaned. Snape took it as the go-ahead, and he rubbed her, before using her wetness to slide one finger into her.
She cried out but Snape continued, moving it in and out until he added another one. He began stretching her.
When he thought she was prepared, he positioned himself above her and lined himself up.
"Please, Severus, this is like my first time," Hermione reminded him.
"I know, Hermione, you don't remember the other times, and I don't want you to," Snape kissed her. "I'll take it slow, I promise."
Hermione nodded and Snape gently entered her, pushing in all the way. Hermione's nails dug in deep. Snape waited for her to adjust before pulling out slightly, just to push back in. He continued at the agonisingly slow pace, before Hermione begged him to go faster.
He obliged, and the pace was frantic as he was determined to bring Hermione to completion. He could feel himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
He stared into her eyes and saw them clouded over with lust.
"Come for me, Hermione."
She cried out his name as she came, her walls tightening around her was too much for Snape, and he came inside her, spilling his hot seed.
Their breathing was jagged and when Snape pulled out and laid down beside her, Hermione curled up against him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Severus?" Draco's voice interrupted them.
Snape and Hermione stared at each other with equally shocked eyes as they heard Draco smashing about in the other room. Hermione pulled the quilt up over her just as the door to the living room opened, and Draco strolled in.
"Draco, get out," Snape ordered, his voice even as he stood up without any clothes on.
"My, my, you have been busy," Draco grinned. "Severus, I didn't particularly want to see you naked, but I can see why Hermione fucked you. You're actually hot!"
"Draco, will you stop staring at Severus?!" Hermione complained. "Any one would think you're gay!"
Draco and Severus looked at her wide-eyed. She looked from one to the other and realisation dawned on her.
"Ohmigod you are gay!" Hermione squealed and bounced up and down, neglecting to hold on to the quilt.
Severus' eyes grew wide as he looked at his lover and Draco coughed loudly before staring pointedly up at the ceiling. Hermione looked down only to see that her breasts were on display where the quilt had slipped down. Her face flushed red and she lifted up the quilt and tucked it under her arms.
"I think I'd better be going," Draco said, still staring elsewhere.
"One minute, Draco," Severus stopped him. "Why did you come into my quarters in the first place?"
"Oh, I wanted to tell you that I slept with Harry last night and we're together," Draco said matter-of-factly.
"What?" Hermione gasped. "Harry, as in, Harry Potter Harry?"
"Yep," Draco smiled mischievously. "Harry Potter is my man now."
Draco spun on his heels and left the room, leaving Hermione gazing blankly at the door where he had just stood. Hermione was only jogged out of her daze by a hand slowly sliding up her leg and she laid back as Severus gently touched her, and then proceeded to take her yet again.
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