Chapter 21: Inside the Lair
His chambers were dark, and yet somehow warm. There were earthy colors, not just the black that Hermione had expected to find. Shades of maroon were found in his bedding, the walls were painted brown for the most part, the rugs that covered the cold stone floor were forest green. In fact, the only black she noticed immediately was in the furniture, which there was very little of, only 2 chairs, a desk, and a bed. Snape sat in one of the chairs. A half-empty glass of wine stood on the arm and the faint sound of jazz music arose from the floor.
Snape stared straight ahead, he didn't acknowledge her presence and she stood next to the desk. The Daily Prophet rested on it, the front page was taken up by one article, and it was about the marriage law. Because Kingsly still had to use the same tricks as every other minister before him, it only mentioned people and politicians who were in full support of it. Hermione looked for the author of the article and immediately cringed when she saw the name Rita Skeeter. She then looked at the picture accompanying the article; it was of the first couple married because of the marriage law. Their names were Linda and Michael Cormac. They seemed perfectly happy, but, as Hermione read the caption, this was probably because they grew up together.
Hermione heard a clatter behind her and she spun around, pulling her wand out of her pocket. But the only sight she found was of Snape throwing the wine glass into the sink.
"Professor!" She cried out, seeing that few pieces of glass had lodged themselves into his hand and that he was now bleeding. Snape turned around, his eyes showing no emotion
"Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"Hermione"
"Ah yes," his eyes still blank, "Hermione," he paused, and started to walk slowly over to her. "Now, you want me to call you Hermione because you are feeling something for me, are you not?" He continued to make his slow way across the room. Hermione, however, was starting to get nervous. She backed up against the stonewall that the desk was standing against. "Because you find me slightly enticing, because I am everything you've never had. Oh yes, you've had sex, you've experienced passion, but you've never experienced love. And love, is exactly what you're looking for. You suppose that you can find it me, the least obvious person. Because you always go looking for the answers, and if you've never found that particular answer in Gryffindor, in must be in Slytherin," Snape was still a few feet away, but Hermione's eyes were wide and filled with terror. Perhaps this hadn't been as good an idea as she thought it would be. The silky calmness in Snape's voice and the blank stare in his eyes made him seem all the more dangerous, and reminded Hermione that he was dangerous, despite her previous denial.
Snape gave a small smile when he noticed that Hermione was attempting to push herself further into the wall. "Are you frightened?" he asked, then he laughed quietly and silkily, "Of course you are. You came down her all alone. To the lair of a Slytherin. Slytherin, the house that holds all of the hate that destroyed your family, that attempted to murder," Snape was right in front of Hermione now, and he gripped both wrists in his stone cold hands, "You and all of your friends." Snape pushed Hermione up and against the wall. Hermione gasped as she was shoved, her stomach jumped into her throat, and her body turned as cold as the one holding it up.
Hermione froze against the wall and dared not move. Her eyes were closed, but she could still feel Snape's gaze lingering on her face; her face, her eyes, her mouth.
"Professor," she breathed out, not moving her lips. She could feel his breath on her face, and feel it get hotter and hotter as it came closer and closer. Suddenly, his mouth was on hers. He was insistent, his tongue shoved its way into her mouth and he soon was able to put his hands in her hair, because his body held her up. Hermione could feel how much he wanted her, but she was less frightened than she had been when he was speaking. She could handle this, because, as he continued to kiss her, she realized she liked it almost as much as him. She soon relaxed and started to respond to his kisses. They stayed that way for quite some time, but Hermione could tell it was getting more and more difficult for Severus to control himself. When Hermione realized this she attempted to wrap her legs around Severus, to try and convince him to walk towards the bed. However, as she tried Severus immediately stepped away. Hermione fell to the floor in an ungraceful lump. She looked up at him, angrily. He stared down at her and then strode towards his bedroom, but, before he exited he said,
"Goodnight, Hermione."
"Goodnight Severus."
AN:
It's been too long,
hasn't it, like 4 months, or something?
I'm really sorry
But here's a chapter!!
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