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Hermione could feel his chest rising and falling, he wasn't out of breath he was raging. He was breathing like a dragon onto her neck. Snape was still holding her tight.
She daren't move. Daren't try to release herself from his vice grip. She didn't want to.
She exhaled deep and long. Relief flooded her, she dropped her head back onto his. She relaxed and started taking deeper, more controlled breaths.
Severus could hear her breaths calming, unlike his. He didn't think he'd ever breathe normally again. He was risking everything to save her insufferable neck. They weren't out of the danger zone yet. He still had to get them out of the secret passage.
He knew she couldn't risk returning to her dorm, he imagined Filch would be on red alert as Mrs Norris had indicated to him that there was a boy and a girl, and yet only one had been discovered. Knowing Filch he would be determined to snare the remaining stray student.
"Just listen, don't talk and do not question me" he spoke softly in her ear. "Understood?"
"Uh huh" Hermione backed up with a nod.
"In a moment I'm going to release you, and you're going to follow me closely" he spoke clinically. "We're going to turn, heading out of this passage, and immediately turn left, to take the staircase above the dungeons" he said, in what she remembered was his best instructional teaching voice.
She snorted and shook wondering if he'd tell her to turn to page 394.
He sneered jerking her into him, she gasped.
"Restrain your self and concentrate!" He spat. "We will then head straight to my office, you won't be returning to Gryffindor tower this evening, it's too dangerous".
"Come!" With that he released her from his grasp, grabbed her by the hand and they were off. She did everything he had told her.
She had never been so relieved to see his office doors.
He flung the doors open and billowed in, she closed them softly behind them.
Immediately he began unbuttoning his robes, he discarded them in a heap onto one of the sofas. He headed for his chambers. The door slammed shut.
Shit Hermione thought. He was livid. As soon as they had entered Snape's office she could feel the rage radiating off of him.
She crossed the room, she picked up his robes, they were much heavier than they looked. She could smell the sandalwood on them, she hung them up on the coat stand.
She didn't know what to do, she looked around his office and spotted the lounge area at the back. Which had shelves of books and a roaring fire. She wandered over, examining each spine. Interesting collection she thought. Entirely predictable though, potions and dark arts mainly.
She heard a door open. "Make yourself at home why don't you" he sneered. His eyes were as black as the night.
She crossed the lounge in front of him and perched on the sofa looking at him. Snape had clearly bathed judging by his wet hair. He was wearing the same black trousers he had worn the other evening but this time he paired them with a bright white shirt - he had rolled the sleeves up and she could see his forearms and wiry arm hair. The definition of his chest was visible where the shirt buttons strained slightly. He had a slim waist, and the shirt was tucked in tight to meet his trouser waist band.
She glanced to his hand, he was holding the neck of an unopened wine bottle.
"I had been saving this for a special occasion" he drawled as he crossed the room to a drinks tray retrieving too large goblets. He held up the bottle of wine. It looked expensive and the bottle was clearly dusty from storage.
"No better occasion to celebrate, than the occasion of still having a FUCKING job. If I'd have been caught getting you out of that little tryst with that pathetic French boy I would have been sacked!" he glowered at her, slamming the bottle down on his desk.
He didn't take his eyes off of her, she turned and fled for the door. She couldn't take anymore she really had screwed up.
"STOP" he commanded. "You can not leave, and besides I haven't finished with you yet". He said in a voice with so much depth she closed her eyes and turned around.
She slowly opened her eyes to face him. "I'm sorry, OK" she said with conviction.
"Sit" he barked motioning to the sofa. "Or would you prefer the rug in front of the fire?" he said dryly and rhetorically.
She sat on the sofa crossed legged feeling very vulnerable.
He passed her a glass of red wine. Her ordeal had brought her back to a very sober state. She could do with this drink.
"Thanks" she murmured. She took a slow slip. He was standing in front of her, watching intently. "Mmmm lovely" she said.
"Italian before you ask, which you will" Snape said smugly.
He pulled a high winged chair over so he was facing her.
He sat, and crossed his right leg over his left. Hermione noticed he was wearing jet black English brogues.
"Don't ever put me in that situation again, do you hear me?" He said not taking his eyes off of her.
She was mute, she nodded. Good Severus thought, she's taking this seriously. He drank.
"Traditionally I would give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you understand your erroneous ways, but to remind you, to ensure you do not ever forget: consuming firewhiskey to the point of intoxication, and ignoring curfew to have late night trysts is entirely unacceptable from any student, but from my head girl it is deplorable, do I make myself clear?" He said with a thin lipped hiss.
Hermione nodded. His words rang in her head.
They drank in silence Severus didn't take his eyes off of her. He was thinking a lot of things he shouldn't be. His mind was thinking how good it had felt to hold her so close, he had held her tight to restrain her initially, and then it was to reassure her, but for Severus it soon turned into carnal desire to sooth her, to have her and his body was telling him he had to take advantage of the opportunity to feel her close, it could be his only chance. His body had responded like any hot bloodied male's would. He was sure she had felt it. How could she not have. Especially when she had licked his palm he had lost his steely control and thrust his hard erection against her arse in response. At that moment he had wanted nothing more than to impale her on his cock.
Severus was conscious she hadn't spoken, "The bathroom, can be found inside my chambers it's a single door on the adjacent wall if you wish" he said matter of fact, Severus had felt his cock stir from his thoughts, he needed some time to compose himself. His trousers would not hide a full on hard on, which if he continued to stare at her he knew would come.
She rose and made her way to the mahogany door leading to his chambers.
Snape called to her "there are three potions next to the sink take what you need."
She tepidly entered his chambers. They were massive, easily twice the size of her dorm. A large bedroom with 3 closed doors.
Hermione looked around the room...
Greys and dark drowns on the walls - naturally.
Four poster mahogany bed - painfully obvious. She rolled her eyes.
Large painting of a fit looking chestnut thoroughbred stallion - surprising.
Huge fireplace - standard.
Thick gold cotton jacquard bedcovers - she would have guessed green.
A vast wardrobe - how many black robes did one headmaster need?
Full length mirror - why? He always looked the same.
She glanced for the door to the bathroom, she spotted the single door opposite she didn't want to spend too much time analysing his chambers.
Opening the door she was wowed. It was not what she expected. It was minimalist but warm and welcoming.
The walls and floor were a yellowy cream marble, in the middle stood a massive bath on 8 clawed legs. To the left a large shower complex, housed floor to ceiling in clear glass. Out of everything the shower surprised her the most, showering was a very muggle concept. No wonder he had the ability to get washed so quickly when he disappeared. You didn't often see a shower in a wizard's chambers, she certainly wouldn't have expected to see one in Snape's that's for sure.
She crossed to the sink, it was vast and rectangle. She spotted the three vials.
She read the labels...
"Revver-upper" check, she'd down that.
"Bruise salve" the same Snape had given her for her wrist except in potion format not cream. She drank it, she didn't know if she had bruises but she suspected Snape's vice grip would probably be the cause of some discomfort to tomorrow.
"After event" she didn't recognise this, she picked it up and read the label on the back.
She would recognise that spikey slim scrawl anywhere:
"For naughty minxes who shag French slytherin boys"
"Bastard" she snorted, she couldn't help but laugh. It was a morning after potion, bespoke it would seem. Very funny.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror her mascara was smudged, she could see the shower complex over her shoulders. It beckoned her. Well after all she was stuck here, she doubted she was going to get any sleep. She was sure he wouldn't mind her having a shower.
She stripped and turned the shower on. It had four lazy overhead jets that cascaded water like a waterfall, she stepped inside. It was charmed to adjust to just the right temperature. There were two fixed mid height jets and one portable. It was the perfect design. She made a mental note to allow Snape to plan her bathroom in her first house.
Severus heard the shower, he wasn't surprised, by the end of the night she had looked like shit.
He leaned against his chamber door, arms folded. She only had the clothes she had been wearing to the party. When he was sure she would be engrossed in the water of the shower, he let himself into his chambers crossing immediately to his wardrobe and then back to his bed.
He laid out a fresh white cotton shirt.
Severus returned to the lounge and sat down, he knew he wasn't getting any sleep tonight, sadly not for the reason he would have liked. His cock stirred at the thought of her wearing his shirt, he groaned, she'd never be interested in him, not like that. She clearly preferred the likes of the French boy.
Hermione was enjoying the shower, the cascading water was hitting all of her tired muscles. The glass was clouded with thick steam. She was glad she had taken the bruise salve, judging by the tenderness she had little doubt she would have one or two bruises tomorrow. She remembered his grip around her, she'd never imagined him as strong. He's certainly not the type to work out but nevertheless he had held her incredibly tight.
As she let the water rinse over her face she could taste the days salt being washed away. She immediately remembered the taste of his hand, how unintentional it had been to taste him. Remembering his reaction to her tongue and how he had pulled her back, it was then that she had felt his hard cock press against her. It felt very sizeable even through his robes.
She groaned closing her eyes. She reached for the portable jet, all she had to do was think of her intentions and the spray changed to a light pulsating stream of water. She parted her legs and placed one hand firmly on the glass.
Moving the jet between her legs, she was at that crucial point, as her mind surrendered she saw a cascade of memories; Snape hissing "fucking damnation" in her ear the night he broke his nose, his teeth grating on her ear as he pulled her hair, and him thrusting his erection against her arse earlier.
She moaned so hard she didn't make a sound, she had nothing left and so she sank to the floor, dragging her hand partially down the glass of the shower.
She exited the shower feeling so much better for it - the shower and the climax.
She grabbed a small cream towel and wrapped her hair tight and then a large fluffy one for her body, it was hard to imagine Snape wrapped in this. It seemed almost too soft.
She turned the handle on the door, and the remaining potion "after event" caught her eye. She emptied it down the sink, and kept a hold of the empty vial.
Entering his bedroom she wondered if she could raid his wardrobe for something to wear, she stopped spotting the shirt.
She picked it up, it felt expensive, she looked at the label 'Savile Row'. She'd ask him about that later she thought.
Hermione paused, she debated whether to put on her underwear. She decided not, she felt incredibly cleansed from the shower she didn't want to spoil it. Buttoning it from the bottom up, skipping the first button and the two leading to the collar. It felt gorgeous against her skin. She turned to the mirror. The shirt skimmed her upper thighs. She pulled the towel from her hair, it was damp and wavy.
She padded across the bedroom. She opened the door, the lights were dim, the fire hissed lowly. She saw Snape was asleep, he was slouched down, his head was resting on the back of the sofa, his mouth had fallen open slightly. She paused and looked at him. He looked very different when he was relaxed, his lips looked soft, his skin clear.
She glanced at the half drunk glass of wine in his hand, it was almost ready to fall to the floor. She reached for the goblet and gently pried it out of his hand, desperately hoping not to wake him. He must be exhausted, no wonder. She felt a pang of guilt. She drank down the remaining wine in the glass. She glanced at the clock. 3.42am.
The fire was dying out, she picked up a log and tossed it into the fire place. Happy that the fire had received the fresh log well and was taking hold she turned around. He was awake and he was staring at her.
Severus had imagined her in his expensive muggle shirt but nothing could have prepared him for this. She had wavy damp hair, the shirt hung flawlessly. The fire lit her beautifully, he could see the outline of her body through the shirt, which effortlessly skimmed her golden thighs. He was in awe, it felt like not even 100 wild horses galloping in the opposite direction could prevent the thought he had of him wanting to bore into her.
"Vision" escaped his mouth, it sounded so deep he knew it had come from the bottom of his soul.
She blushed, clearly taken by surprise.
His voice sounded gruff, sleepy and lazy "you're a fucking vision Granger, don't let anyone tell you otherwise".
Hermione smirked, ironically it took her to be naked wearing one of his shirts in order to receive her first ever praise from Snape.
Severus stood up, if only to increase the distance between them, her smirk just finished the picture. He went to the bathroom, he needed a piss.
It was hard trying to take a piss with a raging hard on, he stood in the bathroom for 5 minutes just waiting. He closed his eyes but he kept seeing her. He opened them, in the reflection of the mirror he could see the remainder of steam on the inside of the glass of the shower complex. He whipped round. His jaw dropped open, there was a very obvious hand print on the glass. He recognised what that meant, most mornings and evenings there was an identical one, because he had been the one steadying himself... Granger had played with herself in his shower.
When done he returned to the lounge. Hermione noticed he had a devious smirk on his face. Severus noticed she was lying on the chaise lounge looking sleepy - unsurprising she had probably been awake for 20hrs. The room was solely lit by the glow from the fire.
Hermione thought it was very ironic that in 3 hours they had become far more comfortable in each other's presence than in 7 years.
"Thanks for this by the way" she said pointing to the shirt. "It's nice to see chivalry lives on in the form of headmaster Snape" she said sarkily.
Severus' eyes narrowed, he looked her up and down. His eyes glittered black. "Pleasure is all mine Granger" he said in a tone which should be illegal. She squirmed under his gaze in very satisfying way.
"It's muggle, I didn't know you wore muggle clothes" she said curiously. "I suspect there is a lot you don't know about me Miss Granger" Snape replied.
Snape sat down on the chesterfield sofa opposite her, he was untying his laces and taking his shoes off.
"As are those" she said hinting at his brogues.
"Well 10 points to Gryffindor for observation" he said dryly.
She laughed. He swung his legs up on to the sofa. They were lying top and tail parallel to each other. Snape crossed his legs at the ankles and put his hands behind his head.
"I almost forgot to thank you for this as well" she said demurely as she sat up and leaned over the short distance between then and handed him the empty vial of 'after event'.
Snape's head quipped to her in horror, his eyes black. She was trying desperately hard not to laugh and had clasped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh you are an insufferable witch" he said dangerously.
Before she knew it Snape had reached out and grabbed her forearm and pulled her on top of him. She had gasped but hadn't protested and found herself lying on her front, her chest pressed to his torso and his legs encasing hers.
She lay her head on his chest. He snaked one arm round her and placed his palm on the small of her back and stroked her softly.
For the second time that night Hermione found her self drifting off to sleep in the arms of another slytherin boy.