A/N I know I know, I've been away for ages! Unfortunately my time has been occupied recently with Uni exams and impromptu trips to Sweden, plus I live with m boyfriend and sad as it seems I do not want him thinking I'm a crazy lady for posting fanfiction so I do it in secret:P I'll try to update faster in the future, I actually have a few good ideas for this story. Anyway this is just a quick chapter to help get me back in the swing of things, and I promise to update soon! Once again thanks for everyone who reviews, favorites or really just reads my story, it's all appreciated!

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Messalove


Hermione opened her eyes suddenly with a gasp, she had been having the weirdest dream where Snape had spanked her and then they had sex in his room. Looking around, still slightly hazy from the deep sleep her mind had suddenly pulled her out of, she slowly began to take note of her surroundings. Panic welled up in her chest as realization dawned on her. 'Now don't panic just yet' she told herself firmly, as she sat up slowly in the bed and lifted the covers just enough to take note that yes, she was indeed naked. 'That's fine; I must have just been too tired to put on my pyjamas' she said to herself calmingly, 'still no need to panic'. A muffled snort came from the left of her and the alarm welled up again, Hermione bit her lip to stifle a moan as she slowly slid her hand across the covers, finally making contact with a warm arm slung heavily on the sheets, 'Ok, now I can panic' she thought, burying her head in her arms, '! I'm in bed with Snape!'

She sat there frozen as she recalled fully the events of the night before, suppressing a shiver as his words echoed in her mind…"I am a selfish, greedy man, and I do not take relationships lightly. If you agreed to be mine, I will take you; I will dominate your very soul. You will never be able to escape me, for if you tried, I would hunt you down and drag you back every time, if you agree to be mine, you will never be able to leave my side. Do you understand me?"

'What the hell have I gotten myself into? I'm only eighteen, I'm the brightest frickin' witch of my age, I can't be his bloody sex slave!" Hermione thought in horror. No, this was ludicrous; he must have been joking, just a bit of dirty talk in the heat of the moment. He couldn't possibly mean what he said. Hermione shook her head, trying to rid herself of the image of her bound in leather and shackled to some eighteenth century torturing device. Her head was still fuzzy from sleep and the panic of finding herself naked in bed with Snape had not fully disappeared yet, but she knew that she had to leave before he woke up. Easing herself slowly from the bed, she padded as softly as a cat across the room and quietly let herself into the living room. Once out of the bedroom she breathed a sigh of relief. 'Now' she thought logically, despite the bizarreness of the situation, 'where are my clothes?'

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Ten minutes later, Snape woke up with a start, immediately he reached over to where his lover had formally been deep in slumber, only to find a cold, all too familiar empty gap on the bed. He sat up and ran his hand through his long hair, glaring at the bed. 'Where have you gone, you wench?' he mused, before getting out of bed and heading for the living room. He glanced around, nothing at all. He checked the bathroom, nope, not there. In despair he even flung open the cupboard, angry at his own absurdity, and unsurprisingly did not find a naked schoolgirl hidden amongst the row of black teaching rows. He snarled and slammed the door shut, striding into the living room and, despite being the early hours of the morning and him wearing nothing but a thin robe, began to pour a glass of fire whiskey. 'So' he pondered as he nursed his glass, 'she thinks she can escape me so easily, very well, I'll just have to hunt her down and tame her properly next time.' He grinned to himself, still angry at the wench's cheek to think she could just leave him after last night, but very glad that the chase was not over just yet. 'After all' he smirked to himself, 'it wouldn't be any fun that way'.

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Up in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione eased herself into her own bed for a few more hours of sleep before the morning classes. She smirked to herself as she remembered how she had to creep the short distance from Snape's personal quarters to his office naked without even a disillusionment charm to cover her as she had left her wand behind. Thankfully she hadn't met anyone on the way there; even though it was four in the morning it wasn't surprising to come across a ghost wandering around, and Filch never seemed to sleep, forgoing that simple function in order to catch out a few more students snogging in the hallways after curfew. Yes, she thought to herself, she had been pretty lucky considering.

"Hermione?"

Damn, So close.

"Yeah Ginny?"

"What happened? You never showed up in Hogsmeade, Neville and I were so worried, we left early and wandered around looking for you, we couldn't find you anywhere"

Hermione sat up on her elbow and faced the tiny redhead in the bed next to her. The emerging dawn gave her just enough light to see her friends tearstained face. She sighed softly.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I went to get my purse but I couldn't find it, and when I ran to catch up with you Snape…"

Ginny sat up.

"He got you too? He found us waiting for you in the Great Hall and forced us to move along, we waited outside for you for a while but it was so cold..."

"No it's OK" Hermione shook her head. "He… he gave me detention" She said lamely, wanting to tell her friend the truth but unwilling to admit even to herself what had happened.

"But how come you're only back now? What time is it anyway?"

Hermione rubbed her eyes, lying had never been her strongest point, even when she wasn't exhausted.

"I was er.. Scrubbing floors in the dungeons, I must have fallen asleep"

There was a silence in the room broken only by the muffled snores of the other Gryffindor's in the room.

"I'm just glad you're ok, I was really worried you know Hermione, Neville was too."

Hermione winced at the guilty twinge in her stomach, "I'm sorry", she croaked, eyes filling with tears.

Ginny snuggled deeper into the covers, unaware of her friend's distress, "It's not your fault, Snape's a dick."

"Yeah… he is a dick" Hermione replied with more feeling then she usually granted to teacher-bashing.

'I can't go back to him', she decided to herself, still guilty at the thought of her two friends wandering around looking for her while she was shagging the potions master, 'I'll concentrate on my studies, pass my N.E.W.T.S, and get the hell away from him' she promised herself before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Deep below the Gryffindor tower, in the deepest part of the dungeons, an evil potions master chuckled mirthlessly to himself as he thought up a decent punishment for his slave's disobedience. 'The chase' he murmured to himself, still cradeling his tumbler of fire whiskey, 'has only begun'.