Greetings my fellow Harry Potter addicts. We are back with another chapter that did not go as I had planned and did not make it to my originally planned destination...but its to be expected now.

First I want to thank everyone for the kind reviews and the well wishes. I do in fact feel a little better and hope to be 100% in the next few days. I hope that this chapter keeps you all as entertained as the last few.

The chapter title is from Nine Inch Nails and though it would not have been my original choice, I admit to having trouble finding a song I really liked in the genre I am using to match the mood I felt writing this one...so I went with one as close to it as I can get. If anyone can suggest an alternative rock/metal song that you feel goes with this chapter, please send me the name and the band and I will listen. If I feel what you did, I will change the chapter title and give you all the yummy credit.

Now this is my very first time writing anything remotely like this chapter. This is your warning that the story turns towards the M rating fully from here on out. If you are under age or prefer stories that hint at anything mature but don't actually give details...walk away now. I am all about details when it comes to all aspects of my fantasies, plot lines, and stories.

On that note do enjoy and yes I am already working on the next chapter lol.

Always

~Tempest

PS...as a side note...Moon has issued a challenge on the forums that I have crazily signed on to do...if you write and are into challenges be sure to look it up. This story, Storm as she calls it, may be paused in a few chapters so that I can pick up the gauntlet that was thrown down by her.


Everything seemed to stop functioning. That is how it felt the moment Theo's lips touched his. He knew he was returning the kiss. He knew he had yet to pull away and that he had even leaned into Theo's body fully with his own. He knew his magical shield had shattered into pieces of useless sparks and that the wild magic in the air was gone and not a threat. What he did not know was why he was doing all of those things and why he could not seem to stop.

After the initial shock was gone he didn't even try to think or fight but just closed his eyes and joined in to the kiss as if it were an everyday occurrence. He expected Theo to be a great kisser as he had heard many tales from the Slytherin girls about how Theo could turn them to a pool of liquid desire with just one kiss. What he did not expect was that that same skill would ever be pushed in his direction. Now that it was it seemed his body, his brain, well every part of him decided to take a back seat to his instincts and let desire take the lead. Theo's lips, which had always been just a little fuller than Draco's own, were soft against his mouth. Though Theo's eyes promised a wild rush of a ride to completion, his kiss promised a slow drowning of the senses into pure carnality. Once Draco had surrendered his mouth for the taking that is exactly what Theo had done. Between rolling his tongue in sensual strokes along Draco's to nibbling on his lower lip as he pulled back to let them breath for a moment, Theo had his mind and body fully captured on that one point of contact.

As the need ignited inside him, he had stepped forward and completely into Theo until there was not an inch of space between their bodies. He could feel the heat radiating off of Theo through his clothing. His sleep mussed hair was caught between Theo's fingers as he altered between tugging slightly to get a moan to slip into their kiss and gently combing through it. In those moments he wondered if it was as soft to the touch to Theo as Astoria used to claim it to be.

Thinking of Astoria led his mind to snap back to what was happening and with more effort than he realized he would need Draco pushed against the wall and yanked his body away from Theo. Stumbling from the amount of strength he put into getting away from him, Draco pin-wheeled his arms to stay upright and bumped directly into a very amused Hermione being held in a very speculating Severus' arms.

Closing his eyes he was assaulted by the sound of harsh breathing and looking around realized it was his own he was hearing so loudly. Looking up at Theo, his own gaze widen at the confused and conflicted look in his best friends eyes.

"Dray…I…look…." Stuttering in an attempt to make up for the awkwardness that was now over taking the room between them, Theo licked his dry lips as Draco's eyes dropped to watch his tongue paint a path along that plump bottom lip he had just been kissing.

"Not tonight!" Severus' stern voice flowed into the tension and over his trio.

"We are all tired and it is very late or even very early at this point. We have all been assaulted by stray magics of all forms and we need to rest and recharge. There will be no awkward talks or explanations anymore tonight. I am going to walk the three of you back to your rooms. You are all going to take a sleeping potion, dreamless one for you Hermione, and the four of us are going to sleep in until we wake on our own tomorrow. Tests and assessments are canceled and when we are all up and awake, we will discuss everything that needs to be addressed…starting with you young lady." Looking down at Hermione with a frown marring his otherwise stoic face, Severus nods his head and starts to head for the door.

Draco and Theo take one last look at each other before dropping their heads and following Severus out the door and towards their shared common room.

The silence between the group members was almost unbearable for one reason or another to each one of them. Yet none of them had the courage to break it…not even the Griffindor herself.

Once inside, Severus carried Hermione to her bed and set her in it. Grabbing the vial off her night stand he handed it to her and watched her take it fully before helping pull the covers up over her.

"Severus I…"

Placing his hand over her mouth he shakes his head no with a determined look in his eyes.

"I said not tonight and I meant it. No explanations, no thank you's, no apologies…nothing. You will sleep and tomorrow…we WILL talk!"

Staring up at him, Hermione nods against his hand and lies down fully in her bed. Within seconds the potion starts to take affect and the last image she sees before the sandman takes her away is Severus leaning over to place a gentle kiss on her brow.


Neither Draco nor Theo said a word as they entered their shared suite of rooms. One was lost in thought about how he was going to save face and salvage his friendship. The other was lost in thought about why he let what happened go so far and why he couldn't stop imagining it now in his head.

Splitting up in the hallway, both boys went to their respective rooms, closing the door as they entered. Piece by piece they both stripped down to their pajama pants again, minds dazed on their own internal turmoil. Both robotically drank the sleeping potion provided by Severus and climbed into their beds. Just for a moment both also wished they were not alone in that bed but with someone else…someone just out of reach now.

The confusion and loneliness washed away on the potion induced sleep as Severus opened first one door and then the other to make sure both of his Slytherins had done as instructed. Once he was sure that every one of them was asleep, Severus went back to the common room and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs. He would finish his night here and make sure not one single thing happened to any of them for the rest of the night. He pushed his own fear and worry about what he had witnessed and done to the back of his mind to be dealt with tomorrow. Leaning his head back, Severus closed his eyes and let sleep take him as well.


Severus came awake to the feeling of a finger being gently rubbed back and forth across his bottom lip. Taking a moment to let his mind catch up to his awakened state, he opened his eyes to find Hermione leaning toward him. She had a leg on either side of his on the large chair and she was holding herself just above his legs. Using one hand to hold herself balanced on her knees, she was tracing his lip with the other following her movements with her eyes as she bit her own lip.

"I know you said we had to wait until tomorrow to talk about what happened. You did not say we had to wait that long for continued actions however. What poor planning on your part Professor." With a smile as cunning as any Slytherin, Hermione leaned forward and followed the path her finger was taking with the tip of her tongue.

Shrinking back from her as much as he could, Severus searched her face for any hint of the cursed magic or compulsions.

"How are you awake? That potion should have kept you asleep for hours." His voice cracking in nervousness, Severus raises his hands to pick her up and put her away from his lap. His hands never quite make his intended destination as Hermione grabs them and pulls them higher up and places each one over one of breasts.

"Does it really matter how or why I awake?" Letting her knees slide outward a little more she sits fully across his lap, her warm center covering his already responding cock.

"I'm awake and in your lap and I assure you that kissing is not the only thing on my mind this time. So tell me Professor Snape…do you intend to leave me unsatisfied and wanton for your touch again? Or do you plan to make me cry out your name the way your magic and your kiss early hinted at?" Leaning forward so her nose was brushing against his, she tilts her lower body forward and then grinds down on him as she slides back again. The friction is enough to cause a spark of pleasure to run up his spine and he leans his head back with a low groan in response.

Leaning forward fully, Hermione starts a slow but steady pace of grinding her warm center back and forth against his now straining length as she grips the back of the chair. Pressing their faces cheek to cheek she lets her breaths moan out as the little nips of pleasure from the stimulation races up her body.

One hand still encircling her breast, Severus grips her hip with the other in a punishing hold, slowing her rhythm to an almost complete stop.

"Hermione we should really talk about this before it goes any farther. It's been a traumatic day for you and this is not the best way to try to forget." Gritting his teeth against the onslaught of feelings as she fightst against his hold to grind down harder on him, Severus tries to take enough air into his lungs to keep his brain functioning rationally.

Her moans increase with every roll of her hips and Hermione leans forward and nips the bottom of his ear in as almost reprimanding way.

"I disagree Severus." Hissing his name out on a breathy moan, she licks up the shell of his ear then follows the path back down and along his neck with her lips and tongue.

"As I am not trying to forget but trying to get a more personal look at what happened earlier…I don't think we need to talk at all. What I want is for you to put that mouth of yours to use on every spot of my body before making me fall apart in pleasure so hard that I forget my own damn name." Reaching between them she takes his throbbing cock in her hands and squeezes just this side of painful before rubbing in a soothing manner.

"I want you to take this monster you seem to be hiding from the world and fuck me with it over and over until every stroke is a lesson in pleasure and in pain. I want to be able to feel you inside me days later and know that I was taken and owned by The Severus Snape. Do you really want to talk instead?" Both hands working to get his pants unbuttoned now, Hermione looks up at him with such a scorching look of desire he knows he is lost but tries for reason one last time.

Groaning as her little hand slides past the waist band of his pants and wraps around his uncovered cock, Severus grips her wrist to stop her from going any further.

"Hermione…I'm supposed to be your mentor this year and the person you lean on to get you through the last year of your schooling. I am also 20 years your senior, old and battered and scarred to hell and back from two different wars. I am not the one you want to truly do this with and I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret being able to feel that I was inside you."

Forcing the words past the need threatening to kill him now had to have been the hardest thing to say in his entire life…and that was including the moment with Dumbledore on the astronomy tower. He wanted nothing more than to throw the witch in his lap to the floor and take her as she was begging until neither one of them could walk. Holding on with all his will to the last thread of control, he growls her name as she caresses him with alternating gentle and firm strokes.

"Fuck Hermione…last chance to walk away witch. I may have been on the side of light at the end but I am still a darker wizard by nature and I am not above taking what you are offering me."

Reaching down and prying her hands off of his pulsing length and holding them captive in his grip, he meets her eyes with the need burning inside him for her to see. Situating both of her hands behind her back and into just one of his, he reaches up and runs his fingers lightly down her face to her neck, across her collarbone and then down until he is circling her puckered nipple with one finger. Giving it a slight pinch and watching her eyes haze over with desire as she whimpers; he slides his hand into her hair and yanks her head back until they are nose to nose again.

"Understand this Hermione…if you say yes…if you allow me to take you now…I will do just that. I will take you over and over again until I have had my fill. Even if you beg and plead for me to let you rest I will continue to take you. You will know nothing but pleasure and you will think of no one but me, see no one but me, until I am through with you. Think very carefully about your answer before you jump my little Griffindor Princess. I am not one of these little teenage boys who comes at the slightest hint of a warm, wet female and I will not take you in a frenzied rush that will end within moments."

Leaning his head down and pulling her body into an arch using his grip on her hands, Severus takes the same nipple into his mouth, tasting it slowly and with the skill and patience of the potions master that he has become. Letting go of her hair as her head falls back on a moan, Severus runs his fingers along her bare thigh slowly, inching his way to the edge of her panties along her bum. Pulling her into him fully, Severus continues to suck and lick at her through her cotton shirt as he slides his hand down her ass and in between her legs. Rubbing her mons gently he can feel the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his fingers as she moans louder and starts to push back against his hand as much as she can in the hold he has her in.

He continues to rub her more and more firmly using his teeth with his lips and tongue on her breast, he waits until her whimpers and moans turn to keening wails as the little bud between her legs hardens the closer she gets to her climax. Just as she reaches the edge of her peak, Severus stills his hand and pulls back to let her nipple pop out of his mouth. Her cry of disbelief is so loud he worries it is enough to wake the others from their sleep as well but realizes he is too far gone to care.

"That feelings you have right now…that is how I will keep you for hours on end in my bed Hermione. I will not feed you quick pleasure or release. I enjoy watching the witch under my care writhe and cry out and beg for her release before I give it to her. Make no mistake Hermione, if you say yes you will be under my care…under me…not the other way around. I will make you beg and plead, cry and scream." Nipping her skin up her neck and to her ear he nibbles the shell before letting his voice drop low and deep, breathing his next words against her ear with a small push of his magic.

"And when I finally let you come, it will be an explosion of pleasure unlike anything you have ever felt or will feel again. It will leave you satisfied to the very core of your being and completely empty of everything you thought you knew or were. I am a greedy man and I have been alone for too long. I am not above using pleasure to capture such a beautiful and intelligent witch like you as my own and I will ruthlessly addict you to what I can give you if you give yourself into my hands. Do keep that in mind when you make your decision Hermione Granger."

Looking back into her eyes as her breath stutters out and her heart beat pounds through the vein in her neck, Severus lets go of her hands and sits back in the chair fully. Watching her chest rise and fall rapidly with her breaths he waits to hear the verdict of her little foray into his world. He fully expects her to run for the safety of her room as soon as the haze leaves her mind and the frustration takes full control but he has learned to never underestimate the fiery Griffindor.

As she seems to gather her thoughts, Hermione looks at him with absolute determination and resolve in her eyes. Her lips start to move in a response but he jerks back from her as his godson's voice is what comes out.

"Uncle Severus…you're having a nightmare…you need to wake up…Uncle Severus?"