"You. You...you bloody bastard!" Hermione half yelled, pointing her finger at him and stepping into his chambers. "You entered my thoughts! You had absolutely NO right! No permission!" Her finger met his chest and the much larger wizard allowed her to push him back slightly. "Git! Ruddy git! My personal, private thoughts. I could report you to McGonagall! The Minister of Magic, even!"
"Miss Granger, you would do well to remember who you are speaking to and remove your finger from my person." Severus replied cooly.
"Why? Am I invading your personal space? Well that would just be a tragedy, would it not? Nearly as bad as mind -raping your student I dare say, yes?" Hermione hissed, glaring up into her Professors eyes.
It was at this accusation that Snape finally seemed to falter.
Rape? He had done no such thing. She had wanted to be with him, or she would not have been thinking of him in that way! And it was not as if he had done it maliciously or even on purpose! This was what Severus tried to tell himself, anyway. The truth was, the man had turned his concience off for so very long, in order to cope with being a spy during and even before the war...Perhaps he had forgotten to fully reinstate it. He swallowed roughly, staring down into the angry eyes of the girl he had so eagerly been mind-fucking not a half an hour before. A flood of humanity struck him in a way it never had before. "I...Did no such thing...of my own accord, Miss Granger. I assure you." Really? He could not even adjust to first name basis in this situation?
"Bull shite, you prick. You entered my thoughts and used them for your own pleasure!" Hermione had calmed only slightly, but tears seemed to be welling up in her eyes. Severus flinched away. Her ire he could manage, but tears? Bloody hell. He slumped into the arm chair she had backed him against.
Hermione knew her tears, close to the surface as they were, insinuated something entirely different to her professor than what they truly represented. She really could not bring herself to care. Her sudden need to weep came from being so very conflicted.
Yes, Severus had invaded her privacy, her mind and in a way...her body. She could practically still feel his teeth sinking into her full lower lip. He had done the unthinkable, something horribly immoral.
But then, hadn't she enjoyed it? Didn't she desire it? Did she not, even at this very moment, wish for him to claim her? Shag her?
"I truly did not set out to do this, Hermione. The intrusion was...an accident. Though I will admit to taking advantage afterward." The low, sultry voice of her Professor was repentant. Something she had never heard from him.
She shivered slightly before feeling another surge of defiance.
"Why would you do that? It is not as if you are remotely attracted to me, you have made it clear during my time at Hogwarts that you find my completely repulsive. Does it really bring you pleasure to torture me so? To hurt me?" Hermione felt tears begin to hit her cheeks. The salty droplets trailed to her lips, adding to the already bitter taste in her mouth.
Severus felt his jaw clench. "I find it difficult to believe an intelligent witch such as yourself would not know her own worth. Would not see the way you torment me. Even if we have not admitted it to ourselves until last night, you know the game we play. You know you are a wretched minx who has tempted me since your return to this school!" He spat venomously. He would not allow her to insult his own intelligence by pretending to not know thoughts of her body filled his mind.
Yet, the girl looked taken aback. "What?" She asked simply.
Severus was dumbfounded, a very rare feeling for him indeed. He stood quickly, staring her down. "Do you not know?"
"I...I know I am confused. An emotion I do no handle well...but that is all, Sir."
Hermione's thoughts quickly turned from thinking Severus had used her own sexual fantasy to taunt her and she realized it was something else entirely. If what he was saying was true, that the incident was not malicious... And if he was truly attracted to her...Then the mind shagging they had just shared was entirely two sided. He could not control his legilemency foray into her mind because he so greatly desired to know her fantasies, share them and make them a reality. He had not meant to violate her...only to experience her.
Could that be the truth?
"Witch...I just so happened to be having a good, hard wank when I slipped into your mind. And, much to my delight, I believe you were as well." Severus smirked devishly now, moving closer to her, not yet touching her.
Hermione's breathing quickened once again. "I did not 'mind-rape' you, as you so eloquently put. I was fantasizing about you and got pleasurably more than I bargained for. And it was delicious." He whispered the last bit into her ear, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. "And...I venture to guess the reason for your anger...stems from me knowing of feelings you were not yet even willing to admit to yourself. You cheeky girl."
Hermione's eyes were closed now, her mouth slightly open as quick bursts of air escaped her lips. As she felt Snape's tongue dart out and lick the shell of her ear, she felt a small whimper slip from her mouth.
Suddenly, her professor was several feet away, leaving her feeling chilly in the cool dungeon air.
"However, you were quite right about this situation being entirely inappropriate. It musn't continue." Severus said dryly.
Severus examined a quill casually as he spoke and saw, from the corner of his eye, the girl faulter. "You know, as well as do I, the consequences of a sexual relationship between a professor and his student. You should not have been thinking of me in such a...personal moment and I, too, was remiss in my invasion and manipulation of your thoughts. Since this was an accident, I would hope you might let it pass as to save us both some rather...unpleasant consequences." He frowned slightly, knowing Hermione Granger would very much not want the details of her sexual fantasies to be made public knowledge. "Shall we just let this all go, then?" He asked lightly, hoping to Merlin she would not be convinced. Of course, he absolutely wished her to be convinced to not press charges of any sort. But he most certainly did not want to let their mutual attraction pass. He was in a very sticky and precarious situation at the moment, though. Not that he had not talked his way out of far worse.
Hermione felt a window of opportunity closing rather quickly. She was not quite sure how they had gotten into this situation, so many things had occured so quickly over the last twenty-four hours and she was almost dizzy from the journey. Her breathing was still rapid, now from panic. "I won't tell another soul. I swear it, Professor." She assured, stepping a bit closer to him as she noted he would no longer meet her eyes. He had given her emotional whiplash when he had gone from bloody licking her to actively avoiding her gaze. "However..." She left her words hanging, fingers crossing behind her back as she hoped he would look at her once again.
And he took the bait. "I am not technically a student any more, Sir. I choose to be here of my own accord, to finish out my studies on my own terms. I have no obligation to be here or take certain classes, as a true student would..." Hermione explained in a very logical voice.
Severus furrowed his brow. Could she possibly be suggesting what he thought? He began to feel victorious.
"I doubt the Headmistress would see that as permission for you to carry on with you much older professor, Miss Granger. I feel rather sure that if she knew of what had merely occured in our minds not so long ago, she would have my bollucks cut off and fed to the most vile creature she could find in the Forbidden Forest." Severus explained, before adding another thought, "If she were to find that I had actually shagged you? Well, I would never feel entirely safe again. Not to mention I would be sacked." Of course, the idea of actually shagging Hermione was more than worth any punishment. He had endured more than enough torture in his lifetime to know that he would gladly endure it once again just to feel himself buried in that tight little-
Hermione felt a delightful shudder at her professors mention of shagging her. She continued her pursuasion diligently, "I promised I would not tell anyone, Professor. I give my word. Don't you trust me?" She asked him with big, doe eyes.
Son of a banshee, she was walking slowly closer. "I am an excellent secret keeper." She said quietly, now only inches from him.
The knowledge that her Professor seemed to be so sexually drawn to her made Hermione feel powerful. And she was hell bent on her getting her way. She obviously had the power, she could see it in the mans eyes now. He was hungry for her. And as she was beginning to realize, the feeling was quite mutual. Though he looked like he wanted to eat her alive, she knew that was exactly what gave her so much power. One word from her and this whole thing ended. One word from her...and it could truly commence.
"Please?" Hermione pouted in a way that she should have found shameful, but secretly she enjoyed.
"And what, precisely, is it you are pleading for...Miss Granger?" Severus asked dangerously, his teeth clenched tightly together.
"I suppose I'm not entirely sure, Professor. What am I permitted to request?" The girl dared ask with a lick of her lips. She knew far too much of the power she currently possessed.
Severus reached out and his large hand tangled itself into Hermiones' lucious brown curls."You, dirty trollop that you are, may ask fo-"
"Severus!" Minerva's voice called from the potions classroom. "Are you in?" The older witch called again, clearly moving rapidly towards Severus' open chamber door.
"Shite." Severus murmered before swooping out the door, slamming it behind him.
"What?" He snapped darkly.
The Headmistress looked shocked by his open hostility. "You needn't be so irked, Severus. I have come to suggest something to you that I believe will be helpful." She said, her nose upturned slightly.