Warning: Lemons and character death.
Hermione stared down at the empty plate for a few seconds before she swiftly turned on her heels and marched up the stairs. She pushed his...well, her...door open; so hard it bounced back off the wall. She held her hand up and caught it before it smacked her.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she demanded of him.
He glared daggers at her from the bed.
"What the hell, Granger?! What if I were getting undressed?" he asked.
She shrugged, "not like I haven't seen it before," she growled. Then in a lowered voice, "not much to look at anyways."
He stood up and was mere inches from her face in seconds.
"Funny, that's not what you were saying last night," he rumbled.
Her knees trembled but she held her chin high, looked him square in the eye, and faced him like the Gryffindor she was.
"A lapse of judgement, obviously," she said, hoping it sounded confident.
Merlin knew she had no confidence in that statement at all. She hadn't had a good shag like that in years. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she had had a good of a lay as Severus Snape. But she'd be damned if she told him that.
"If you can't handle a free fuck with no strings attached then that's your problem, Severus Snape! Getting jealous of what isn't yours…" she nearly screamed at him.
"I'M NOT FUCKING JEALOUS!" he yelled, spittle flying from his mouth.
Her eyes widened as she glared at him, wiping little flecks of spit off of her eyelid.
"Well, you're fucking acting like you are," she said quietly.
A dizzy spell hit her and she grabbed for the door handle to hold herself up. She really needed to eat.
He sighed and lowered his head.
"I'm not jealous, I don't get jealous, Hermione. I just thought you ought to know how Darren looks at you," he said softly, eyes not leaving the floor.
She looked up at him, her face a mixture of shock confusion.
He met her gaze and slowly shook his head.
"I don't know what kind of man Darren is, but I don't like you being alone with him," He held up his hand to prevent her from interrupting.
"I understand how that could look like jealousy to you, but it's not. I don't have an uneasiness with me when you're alone with Healer Alan, or any other male," he paused.
Biting her lip, she looked up at him. He was being honest-honest you could get with Severus Snape, that is.
"Come on," he said, taking hold of her arm."You need to eat properly; you're starting to look like the eleven-year-old girl I once knew." he gave her a small smile as he led her to the kitchen.
He felt a sense of satisfaction as Hermione consumed her second helping of bangers.
"Wha-?" she said with a bite of sausage in her mouth.
He shook his head and hid his smirk by taking another forkfull, even though he couldn't eat any more.
"Nothing, I'm just glad to see you have an appetite again," he remarked as he chewed.
She blushed, looking down at her plate. She slowed her pace and swallowed.
"I tend to eat more if someone else cooks," she said with a shrug.
"Oh?" he asked smoothly.
She looked up at him and shook her head slightly.
"I don't know, it just tastes better," she said.
He chuckled. "You do know why, of course?" he asked, sounding amused.
"No. Enlighten me?" she asked, fluttering her eyes at him.
"When another person cooks, you haven't pre-consumed the food. In other words, you didn't watch it being prepared, you didn't smell it. So you're more surprised when you eat it because you haven't been exposed to it as much as the preparer," he explained in his teaching voice.
She nodded her head. Hermione Granger, so like me in more ways than I could imagine, he thought to himself.
"I never thought of it like that before. Thank you for sharing, sir," she said, not registering what she called him.
Sir? She hasn't called him that in over four years. It brought back way too many memories. Most of them unhappy, but there were a few happy ones, he supposed.
"Sir?" he questioned, arching an eyebrow at her.
Shaking her head, she stood and collected her plate.
"I don't know why I said that. I'm tired, my brain is foggy. Especially with a full belly," she mused placing her plate in the sink.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was standing behind her, hands on either side of her, trapping her against the counter.
"What do you want from me, witch?" he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.
She turned in his arms, "I want...no, I need to forget. All I can think of this stupid virius, and it's consumming me, night and day," she replied, her eyes to the floor.
He placed his hand on her chin and lifted it up to lock eyes with her. "You can handle a relationship like this?" he asked.
"I can. Can you?" she challenged quietly.
"What kind of man would I be, if I denied a beautiful witch offering a...what was it you called it? A free fuck?" he arched an eyebrow at her enticingly.
"No strings attached," she finished.
His mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue plunged into her mouth. Arching her back, she pushed against him and hooked a leg over his. He ripped her shirt apart, and she moaned into his mouth.
Why is she so irresistible all of a sudden? I've known her for years. Of course, I never looked at a student in such a manner, but Miss Granger...no, Hermione, is all I need right now.
"Take me to bed, Severus," she whispered in his ear.
He didn't need to be told twice. Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to his bedroom. Placing her on her feet next to the bed, he rubbed his hands over the slope of her backside. He squeezed and bit lightly at her neck.
Unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper, he pushed her onto the bed and helped her out of her trainers and jeans. Rubbing up and down her legs he growled as his erection strained against his trousers. He hovered over her and nudged her legs apart with a well-placed knee, his head seeking her inner thighs.
"Severus, what are you doing?" she asked, her breath suddenly caught in her throat.
He looked up and smirked, breathing on her knicker-covered goods.
"I intend to do what I enjoy most of all-besides the main attraction, of course. I hope you do not mind," he purred.
He covered her mound with his mouth. Even with the turquoise, lacy knickers acting as a barrier, he could feel the heat radiating from her core. He raised his head and slowly slid her knickers down over her legs.
But as her eyes connected to his, she forgot what she was going to say. His smouldering black gaze raking over her body monopolized her attention. Her knickers gone, she was left in her bra, which she quickly ripped off and away from her body.
"You're overdressed, Severus," she said seductively.
He hid his wince as his trousers were getting incredibly uncomfortable.
"You needed a distraction, Hermione," he answered, his voice rumbling her name.
The sound went straight to her core, and she shuddered as tingles ran through her body.
"You are distracting me. You're about to pop out of your trousers. Take them off, or I'll do it for you," she demanded, her voice husky.
He stood up straight, his hands flying to his belt, quickly unbuckling it.
"You want to see me, Miss Granger? Actually see it in the light, this time?" he asked.
She lifted herself to rest on her elbows.
"Please, Severus, let me make up for my comment earlier." she said, biting her lower lip as she watched his hands.
"Hmph," he dropped his trousers along with his undershorts and stood there, proudly as his erection sprang forth and pointed at her.
She gasped.
Boy was she wrong, there was nothing small about Severus Snape. His nose surely said otherwise.
Her mouth watered and her eyes locked to his black pool of never-ending depths.
"Now, may I continue?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
She numbly nodded her head and watched as he lowered himself over her.
His head mere inches from her nether lips, he inhaled deeply.
"Gods Hermione, you smell so fucking good," he said and licked his own lips.
He didn't know if he was teasing her, or himself.
Has anyone done this for her before? Of course, he wasn't her first to have sex with but some wizards thought such an act was above them. But no, they had no problem on the receiving end of oral. Oh fuck, who cares!
He growled and set to licking her folds, which elicited at shriek and then a long moan from her.
"Oh...yes...Severus...yes...yes...Sev...er...us!" she moaned out.
He smiled inwardly, this was a special talent of his and he enjoyed it...with the right witch of course. He wasn't about to stick his tongue in some random witches cunt, there were too many diseases going around. Muggle and Wizard.
Trapping her clit in between his lips, he sucked hard. Her hips thrust upwards, smashing herself against his face. It didn't take long for her to cum all over his face, and he drank her essence down humming as he held on to her spasming legs.
Not waiting for her to calm down, he climbed overtop her and slammed himself into her sweet, slick heat. They both groaned in ecstasy, Hermione wrapping her legs around his waist.
He thrust into her, his mouth slack.
Sex had never been this good. This hot, mind numbing. Don't overthink it you bastard! Enjoy it while you can before she falls for that imbecile Darren!
His mind argued with him, and at the thought of Darren, he plowed into her ruthlessly. Her tight, wet, heat squeezing him, so tight. She came around his cock once more and he followed her after a few more strokes.
After he had emptied himself into her, he pulled out of her and collapsed face down onto the bed. Half on her, half off. Both of them breathing heavily.
She sat up after calming her racing heart, she patted him on his back of few times.
"Thanks, that was good," she said breathlessly. She stood up and started collecting her clothes as quickly as she could.
He snorted into his pillow, "good, huh?" he commented into the pillow.
Her clothes in her hands she stood by the door, "yeah, good job. I'm going to take a quick shower and have a early night. Uh...good night," she said and slipped out the door before he could reply.
She leaned against the door, her legs still wobbly.
Oh fuck, what am I getting myself into?
Severus was in the shower before the sun even risen. His hands roaming over his body, lathering it. His mind went back to her comment from last night.
Good job, she had said.
His lips curved upward and he chuckled.
"Good job, indeed," his ego snorted with him.
As he thought back, he had gotten a bit rough with her when his mind drifted to that prat Darren. Did I hurt her? Surely, she would have said something...right?
Stepping out of the shower, he cast a quick dry over himself, his mind whirling. Getting dressed he walked into the kitchen, to find her sitting at the table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug.
"Morning," he said as he made his way over to the coffee pot.
She grunted a response and took a tentative sip from her mug.
Making his way over to the table with his black coffee, he sat down across from her.
He cleared his throat, "um, Hermione, I...wanted to apologize," he said, looking down at his mug.
"Apologize for what?" she asked, peering at him.
He looked up, his face softened as he looked at her.
"I think I may have gotten a bit...rough...with you last night. If I hurt you, I didn't mean to," he softly said.
She chuckled. "Oh, I am a little sore but your...ahem...pounding, was not unwelcome," she shrugged at his shocked look.
"Going at it like animals is a good stress reliever, if you hadn't noticed," she hid her smirk by taking a sip of coffee.
"Actually I think it's the fact that I'm getting laid that's knocking my stress level down," his face burned and he quickly looked away.
Her eyebrows rose but she let it slide. She didn't need to know how long it's been for him. She knew it's been a long time for her and she was the only person she needed to worry about.
"So, if your potion worked on Neville, what then?" she asked.
He closed his eyes, "then I will have to make more, it would mean a cure," he said, leaning back in the chair.
Biting her lip she refused to ask for the alternative. It had to work.
"Can I see your notes for the potion?" she asked quickly.
He sighed and set down his mug.
"Why?"
She shrugged, "well, it's only fair. You used my arithmancy equations," she tsked at him.
He stood up, "fine. Only if you prepare breakfast," he teased.
"Ha! Deal," she said jumping up out of her chair and quickly making for the icebox.
He smirked and went to his bedroom to retrieve his notes. When he came back down to the kitchen she was scooping some eggs onto two plates from the stovetop.
Chuckling to himself, he sat down and set the papers on the table. Hermione set down a plate in front of him. Mouth watering crispy bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.
"Mmm, good food takes time, doesn't it?" he moaned as he bit into a slice of bacon.
He smirked, "to get hot and thoroughly cooked," he said and waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Stop it," she muttered as she ducked head and grabbed his papers off the table.
"Stop what?" his voice a velvety richness.
Her face bright red, "stop trying to turn me on," she said, her lips barely moving.
"Why? Is it working?" he smirked and buttered his toast.
"No," she lied, her eyes flying left to right as she read his work.
He chuckled and tucked into his breakfast while she looked at his notes.
"This is good, Severus," she said softly. For some reason there was this nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Why does your face say otherwise?" he asked.
She shook her head slightly and handed him his papers, "I don't know, it's like theres a boulder in my stomach or something. Like, something's off or…" she trailed off.
"Or?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
She looked up at him, "I haven't had this feeling since...well since, Hogwarts. I've felt this every year for seven years, until Harry defeated the bastard," she chewed her lip nervously.
He shuddered, chewing on a forkful of eggs, he wiped his mouth and stood up.
"If it will make you feel better, I'll go and check on Mr. Longbottom," he said and before he knew it he leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead.
She sat there stunned. Did he just give her an affectionate kiss on the forehead? Surely he didn't realize it. Severus Snape fucked, he didn't love.
RING! RING!
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked around. How long had she been sitting there? Quickly making her way over to the phone she picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
Severus strut his way to room 209, he glared at Darren as he passed his desk. Arrogant bastard. Thinks he can touch my girl…
Healer Alan was coming out of the room as Severus stopped in front of the door.
"Ah, Severus, I thought you were off today?" he asked.
Severus nodded his head, "I am. I just wanted to see how my potion is faring," he said, a little hope could be heard in his voice.
Alan opened the door and stepped back in. Severus followed him, shut the door behind him and looked at his patient.
"Well, Mr. Longbottom showed signs of movement, like he was going to wake up, but nothing. He is now breathing on his own though,so that's a good sign," Alan said.
Severus sighed, "I will know for sure tomorrow," he said softly.
Alan nodded his head and patted his hand on the back of Severus's shoulder. "You're a good man, Severus. We'll figure this out," he said. Alan left the room, giving Severus some privacy.
Severus walked over to the side of Neville's bed, he stood there looking down at the boy.
No, man.
Neville had lost his baby fat and was very much the ladies man. Still shy, but all the ladies seemed to gush over the man that took a sword to a twelve foot snake.
"I don't know if you can hear me, Mr. Longbottom, but Hermione needs you to pull through. Those woman gawking at you need you. Hell, I need you, Longbottom," he chuckled.
He summoned the chair over and sat down.
"I'd apologize for being so harsh on you in the classroom, but I'm not sorry, Longbottom. As I'm sure...well I hope you'd know by now. Potions is a very dangerous field. Deadly even," he leaned back in the chair.
Severus sat there in silence, minutes ticked by. He looked over at the fragile man in the bed.
"I'm falling for her, Mr. Longbottom. I don't know how. Hell I don't even know when. I know it was before we...well long before we slept together." He let out a deep sigh.
"She's such a spit-fire, she's beautiful, I love seeing her. You know, I push her buttons on purpose. I love how she looks when she's arguing her point." he smirked.
"She's usually right, of course," he smiled.
It was two hours later when he finally decided it was time to leave and get home to his Hermione.
When he opened the door, Darren was waiting on the other side.
"What do you want?" Severus growled at him.
Darren gave him a look of pure hatred, he handed him two sealed envelopes. One was addressed to him and the other to Hermione.
"Our lab results," Darren said just as rude. "I figured since you're shacking up with Hermione, you could deliver hers," he spun on his heel and left Severus standing there.
Severus wanted to shoot a tripping hex on the boy but was more curious about their results. He opened his envelope and looked at the bottom: Negative. Doing the same to Hermione's envelope he sighed out in relief as hers was a negative result as well.
Severus walked into a terrible sight. It looked like a cauldron blew up in here. He pulled his wand out and prepared to protect himself, if necessary.
"Hermione?" he called out.
The living room had broken glass by the fireplace, the flowers and vase that were on a side table were in pieces on the floor. What in Merlin's name happened here?
An armchair was overturned, The phone lay abandoned on the floor, papers everywhere. The only thing missing was Hermione.
What if something happened? I need her.
His mind ran wild before he shook the thoughts away and cast a detection spell. It showed that someone was upstairs. He prayed it was Hermione. He took 3 steps at a time on the stairs and barged in her bedroom. He found her asleep in the fetal position on her bed, a picture frame crushed against her chest. Her face red, blotchy and wet.
Putting his wand away he sat down and gently shook her awake. She opened her eyes but didn't move from her position.
"Hermione, please tell me, what happened?" he asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
He didn't think she heard him because she laid there for minutes before she took a shaking breath, tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and her lip trembled.
"Daddy's gone," she whispered. Her eyes filled up, "I...took my frustration out on the living room," she sniffed.
"Oh, shh, baby," he murmured softly and scooped her up into his arms and rocked her as if she was a child. "I'm so sorry Hermione," he crooned as he rocked her still.