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First off I am sorry it has been so long.. my laptop charger was broke and I had to wait a week to get a new one!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed on my last chapter…

I just want to clear something up.. yes Snape will be dominant and controlling, but I feel that this is an issue that he can't really get mad at Hermione about as he has to let her come to the realisation by herself.

In these later chapters the story is going to get more exciting and because of this there MAY be slight BDSM tendencies and spankings (I haven't decided on whether there will be spankings yet).. for those who don't want to read this I will put stars (like this *…*) so that you can skip it if you want too.

This is quiet short BUT I am going to upload the next chapter in a couple of days.. so I think that will make it up to you right?

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SPOV

"Take a chance on me Hermione" I ask her, and if I was honest; it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, to lay all off my feelings out so blatantly, to allow weakness, it is not something that I would normally consider, but she needed to hear this. Slowly, almost cautiously I extend one hand out to her, so that she can make her decision; either put her hand in mine or don't.

I see the lump in her throat as she swallows loudly, her eyes darting around the room, making it obvious to me that she was panicking about this, about me, about us. I watch as she runs out of the room and away from me.. I knew before she even did it what was about to happen, my Hermione is so easy to read. And what frustrates me so much about her and this entire situaton is that it is blatantly obvious that she desires me and all that I have to offer, but she fears judgment, especially from those dunderhead friends of hers.

Still just because I figured that she was going to run scared, it did not make it any easier to deal with the rejection. It brought back so many memories of my own school days; of my classmates and of the girl I thought that I loved, the very same girl who betrayed me by marrying my rival. But Hermione is different to her , she is stubborn and she knows exactly what she wants out of life, something that I both admire and despise about her.

I sink down to the floor, resting my back against the cold hard stone, I do not feel too upset about her sudden departure because of how difficult it was for her to make the decision, but at the same time I am hurt that she does not trust me enough to give up her control and to take a chance on me. But the problem is I have no idea what I can do to rectify the situation between us? I know that I have to get it sorted out before we go back to Hogwarts because I cannot have any of her so called friends try to alienate her from me, yes our relationship must be strong before we face the world. I know exactly what I am going to do now.. I am going to show her that she can lean on me and trust me always.

Standing slowly I make my way down the long winding corridors of Malfoy mansion and towards my study; Lucius had put one in for me after he began to invite me over ever summer, realising that I needed some company and as much as I hated to admit it.. I did. I decide that I should probably give Hermione some time to think over and come to terms with what I have offered, tomorrow I will let her know that the offer is still on the table, as well as give her a little talk, to let her know that she can trust me.

Closing the office door behind me, I step towards the desk, pulling out my favourite black chair and sit down, relaxing into the soft comfort as I pour myself a large glass of whisky and sit gazing into the roaring fire.. I enjoy spending my nights like this, it gives me time to contemplate over the days events. And while I am sitting here thinking it over I have to admit today has been bloody crap; I get into an argument with my future bride, I take advise from a house elf and finally I get rejected by the woman that I love.

Sighing lightly I throw back the last dregs of whisky and slam the glass back on the desk. It was time for bed. I stand slowly, heading back towards my room, I step past Hermione's bedroom and do not hear any noise coming from inside so I decide that I should check on her before I go to bed, it is the responsible thing to do after all.

Pushing the door in, I gasp in a breath as I see her laying there looking so sweet and angelic.. her sweet brown eyes closed and her perfect pouty pink lips open just slightly. I step closer to the bed as I reach down grabbing the soft pink blanket and pulling it up over her scantily clad body, I do not want her to get cold after all.

I lean down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin was so soft and warm, I just want to crawl up into bed and snuggle up with her, but alas she is not ready to accept me yet. "Goodnight my dear, I love you" I whisper softly, before turning and exiting the room back to my bed and straight to sleep.


I wake up early the next morning, heading straight down to the dining room, where I consume a large bowl of porridge; I was not surprised that Hermione did not show up breakfast, I figure that she will either be embarrassed or scared.

But as ten o clock came and went, I know that I cannot let her avoid this any longer. So I find myself standing outside of her bedroom door, raising my hand and knocking on it loudly. "Hermione are you awake" I call through the hard wood. There is silence on the other end so I try again, knocking on the door even louder "Hermione" I say, close to snapping at her, getting annoyed at having to talk to her through the door. It is unacceptable to me.

"Yes professor" her sweet voice calls from inside of the room, and I decide that for now I will not correct her and ask her to call me Severus.

"May I come in, are you decent?" I question, fantasies running through my mind as I imagine her laying on the bed, naked and dripping wet for me, but in reality of course I do not expect that to be the case, but one can hope.

There is a momentary pause on the other side of the door and I begin to worry that she does not want to see me "yes" a meek voice whispers on the other side of the door and I begin to worry, Hermione never sounded like that, she was always so strong and sure of herself.

I push the door open, entering the bedroom with a frown on my face, as I look over at her, and there she is sitting on her bed reading a book as per usual. "You missed breakfast" I state and regret it immediately, I sounded so accusing, that is not how I meant for it to come out nor how I meant for this conversation to start.

"I know" she says shrinking back into her bed like she is scared of me or something.

"Hermione why are you backing away from me?" I have to ask her wondering if I have done something to upset or hurt her… wait what am I doing… I have come to figure just how foreign all of this is to me….to have to worry about another person in such a way, but merlin help me I do.

"I just.." she starts, as she finally closes her book and places it on top of her bedside table, obviously getting ready to give me her full attention. "It's just aren't you mad at me?" Hermione asks quietly.

I growl loudly as I step closer to the bed, "Hermione I realise that I am not the nicest man in the world, but I will allow you to make your own decisions and promise to not get mad at you because of those" I say as I take a seat on the frilly pink sheets in front of her.

"Really professor?" she asks, amazement in her voice and I have to admit I have given her reason to doubt it in the past.

"Of course my dear" I say as I reach out cupping her sweet face in the palm of my hand, forcing her to look up at me, teary brown eyes meeting my own pitch black ones and I cannot help but feel pity for her. My eyes trail down towards her pouty lips and I can resist it no longer, slowly I lean in pressing a small kiss to her warm lips. I feel her still against of me and for a moment I think that she is going to pull away, but she doesn't, in fact just a couple of seconds later and she is kissing me back just as passionately, her tongue snaking out across of my lips and it takes every ounce of my strength to pull away.. but I manage it.

"Hermione no" I say strictly and I see the confusion and hurt flicker across of her face.

"Why are you pulling away from me?" she asks anger beginning to creep into her voice. "You are the one who has been holding me here hostage and the one who has been pursuing me, so how dare you tell me no… and to think that I was considering your offer" she adds, her voice steadily rising with each of the words and I immediately see red, no one raises there voice at me, no matter who they are or how much I love them.

"I understand that you are upset Hermione, but I will not stand for you raising your voice at me" I snap at her, and then her words hit me, if she was reconsidering my offer it meant that she was thinking about being with me her words fill me with a sense of happiness, but I do not allow this to show on the outside "and the only reason that I stopped you is so that we could clear the air before we took things any further" I say and I see the realisation wash over her face as she takes in my words and obviously agrees with them.

"Oh" she states stupidly as she opens and closes her mouth obviously a little unsure of what to say to that.

"Have I really made the great Hermione Granger speechless? I thought that was near impossible" I snarl out coldly, I was more than a little bit put out about her attitude towards me, it was unacceptable and once we establish our relationship I am going to have to get rid of that, although I do not plan to break her or change her completely like some men in our society do, I do plan to tame some things about her such as her constant disobedience and her entire attitude.. towards me at least, It does not matter to me how she speaks to those idiotic friends of hers, but I do expect my future wife to be gracious towards me and the company that I keep.

"You…" she states, still huffing her face turning a dark shade of red. "Oh just shut up and kiss me" she snaps finally.

Normally I would not tolerate that, but I find myself stepping closer, grabbing her hair lightly and tugging on it sharply, causing her head to fall back, exposing her long creamy neck to my view. "Watch your tone with me young lady" I demand before leaning back down and claiming her lips with my own..


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