Chapter 9

The Dark Side of Hermione

That night, Hermione lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the antiques of that day. She smiled to herself, it was nice to have a difference from studies, Voldemort, Harry, Ron, eat, sleep, repeat. She liked this new bit of excitement that is now in her life.
However, Hermione could not sleep. She wasn't really too fussed about it being passed curfew, so she got herself dressed in her muggle attire which consisted of; some black skinny jeans, a loose, cream coloured blouse, finishing the look with a black leather jacket and a pair of black ankle boots and set out for a wander around the castle.

Snape was sat in his office, mentally preparing himself for patrol duty as he tried to push the day's events to the back of his mind.

Damn witch
He thought to himself as he pushed himself up off his chair and put on his outer teaching robe. Snape stopped and looked down at his chair, the palace where Hermione had kissed him. He shook his head, quickly dismissing the memory and began his patrol.

Hermione was lost in thought as she made her way around the castle. She enjoyed going for walks as it helped to clear her head. However, that was going to be short lived as, of course, to Hermione's fate, she hears footsteps coming from behind her.

Shit

Hermione spun around and saw that all famous black billowing robe. 'Greaaaaaaaat.' She whispered to herself.

'Miss Granger. And what might the Gryffindor know-it-all be doing wandering the corridors past curfew? Do you have nothing better to do?'

Hermione's eyes darkened slightly, as she thought about a retort to the last part of his question but deemed it inappropriate. So instead, she held her tongue.

Snape had an incline that he knew who the footsteps ahead would be roaming around the castle at this time. And, to prove his guess right, there she was. Hermione Fucking Granger. The witch that knows how to get inside of his head.

Snape looked taken aback slightly at how Hermione's eyes seem to change when he asked her if she had anything better to do.
Student, Severus...

But then again... he's already overstepped that boundary.

Hermione started to walk slowly towards him, her eyes narrowed almost... seductively? Her hips swaying as she walked. Snape swallowed, hard.
'Miss Granger.' he said warningly. Yet, this did not stop her. She was there now, right in front of him. She laid a hand upon his chest.

'Miss. Granger.' he scowled through gritted teeth.
She is of age...
Snap out of it, Severus!

'Does this earn me... A punishment?' Hermione whispered seductively in his ear.

'Granger. Back to your dormitory this second.'

But, Hermione was having none of it, she breathed softly into his ear, causing shivers to be sent down his spine.

'Don't tell me that this isn't what you want...'

Snape let out a deep sigh and grabbed her by the arm.
'My office... Now...'

As Hermione entered the office, Snape slammed the door behind him.

'What are you doing, Gran-'

As Snape was about to finish his sentence, Hermione's lips were already on his.
Snape slammed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss. Battling with every thought that he had in his head, he had no time to outweigh pro's and con's right now. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted her.

Snape pulled Hermione towards a door that was in his office, an office that lead to his private quarters. Hermione bit her lip seductively as he led her into his chambers. His bed had four posts, the bedding was black and silky, his room covered with shelves filled with books, more than likely about potions. The room smelt like lavender, which, for a moment, took Hermione by surprise. But it wasn't that that she was focused on right now...

Snape pushed Hermione onto the bed.
'If it is a punishment you want Miss Granger... Then a punishment you will get...'

Snape threw off his teaching robe and started to unbutton his black, teaching coat, revealing a white buttoned up shirt. He kicked his shoes off and, leaving his trousers on for the time being, straddled on top of Hermione.
Hermione inhaled sharply, and look Snape in the eye, she had no doubt that the man on top of her was indeed attractive. She had never seen him in such an attire... A smirk graced her face as she began to run her hands down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button as she went, not breaking eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and her heart could not stop fluttering at the sight of her potion's master on top of her, straddling her waist.

Snape grabbed a hold of Hermione's wrists as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and held them down onto the bed above her head, showing his complete dominancy.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

'I have complete control over you now, Granger.'

Hermione moaned excitedly as Snape began to kiss her ear lobe, trailing his mouth down to her neck where he planted butterfly kisses, running his tongue lightly on her skin, gently breathing as he did so, making Hermione shiver and squirm beneath him.

'Tell me what you want.' His voice was low and husky. Snape was not messing around. He tugged at her blouse, another hand moving up her stomach to knead at her breasts through her blouse as her chest rose and lowered rapidly. This excited Hermione further.

'I want you.' Hermione whispered, her eyes heavily lidded with lust.

That's all that Snape needed to know.

Hermione awoke the next day, not registering at first what had happened. She blinked, looking around, confused at first by her surroundings. All she saw ahead of her were shelves and books... On the floor were her clothes, and another person's clothes. Black... Teaching... Robes...

Hermione felt a sleeping presence beside her, and an arm sprawled across her waist as he slept. She turned her head ever so gently...

'Shit' she whispered to herself.

She got up as carefully as she could so as to not wake the sleeping Potion's Master. She dressed quickly, grabbed her stuff and took one last look at Snape, lying peacefully.
This was a completely different side of Snape. One she thought she'd never see in her life. Well... Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that she'd sleep with her teacher... Let alone Professor Snape! Another Death eater...

Hermione sprinted out of his rooms, and out of his office. Luckily enough it was still early hours of the morning, so students should still be sleeping.

'I've just slept with Snape... the bat of the dungeons... the greasy git... a spy... my TEACHER!'
These were all the thoughts that kept running through her head as she dashed about the castle.

'I need fresh air.' she whispered to herself as she headed out of the castle. She couldn't deny it, she had feelings for Snape, without a question. But they has been careless, not to mention extremely over stepping the line and unjustifiably breaking the rules. But, she couldn't deny what she wanted in that moment. What they both wanted.

Upon leaving the castle, Hermione noticed the sun starting to rise. She quite liked how the castle and the ground looked at dawn, everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful... You would never think that a war was brewing.

Hermione was rather enjoying herself, minding her own business, taking in the beauty of the nature that surrounded her. She took in a deep breath and smiled to herself as she walked. However, this was only short lived when she spotted a figure in the distance. Hermione stood still, her hand ready to reach for her wand in case it was an attacker.
As the figure came closer into view, she instantly recognised the blonde haired prat.

'Well, well, well. If it isn't the Mudblood herself.'

'Malfoy.' Hermione spat.

'Have fun last night did we?' Draco said with a smirk on his face.
Hermione instantly panicked.

'What do you mean?' she pressed.

'Let's just say... You and our beloved Potion's Master aren't as secretive as you thought you were...'

Hermione's eyes widened.

'Wh-What?'

'I saw you, Granger. I saw you both kissing, and Snape leading you to his office... Come on now, Granger. I thought you were smarter than that...'

'I don't know what you mean...' Hermione's heart was pounding. She didn't know what to do.
How could you be so fucking careless, Granger...

'Don't play dumb with me, Mudblood. I was hidden in an alcove, what kind of Death Eater would I be if I couldn't even spy?'

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

'The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree does it, Malfoy.'

Draco's expression changed from smug to angry in an instant. He stormed up to Hermione and grabbed her by her upper arm.

'If you want your little secret staying safe, you better come with me. Father wants to speak with you.' He yanked her closer to him.

Hermione's breathing was heavy and her eyes were wide. There was no use fighting. And there was no way in hell that she was going to let Malfoy of all people run his mouth about her dirty little secret.

In a sudden, the two were gone, and they re-appeared in the all famous Malfoy Manor.

Draco let go of Hermione as he shoved her into the middle of the main room. A massive smirk on his face as he vanished, without a word, leaving Hermione on her own.

'Miss Granger.' A familiar voice from the shadows called out.

'What a delight. I've heard you've been... Busy...' as he spoke, he stepped out from the shadows. There he stood, in all of his glory. His long, blonde hair draped behind him, his hands placed delicately around his cane, and an evil expression written all over his face.

Hermione was trying to hide how shaken up she was. She woke up in Snape's bed, and now she's stood before Lucius Malfoy...

She was in big trouble... And she knew it. Yet, she refused to look the beautiful blonde in the eye.

'Now tell me, Miss Granger...' Lucius said as he took a step towards Hermione, he placed a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look up at him. His blue eyes staring into her brown ones.

'How desperate are you to keep your little... Secret.' He whispered, his finger caressing her jawline.

Hermione gulped, not uttering a word.

'Answer me, Mudblood!' His voice was raised, his grip suddenly tightened on her face. Hermione winced. All that was running through Hermione's head was Voldemort finding out... And it would, without a doubt, lead to her's and Snape's death.

'illdoanything' Hermione muttered quickly.

Lucius leaned his head closer to hers, so close she could feel his breath on her.

'I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that...' Lucius' tone was patronising. Almost taunting.

'I'll do anything.' Hermione said, straightening up, clenching her fists to stop them from shaking.

Lucius' lips curled up into a dark, evil smirk.

'Wise answer.' was his response as he leaned in and forced his lips upon hers.