Short Snape POV chapter. Next chapter Draco crosses paths with the two lovers. Are you excited?
I woke up late the next morning, my glass of Ogdens soon became an entire bottle and I stumbled into my potions store room to procure a sober up potion. Downing it quickly I also reached for a Pepper up potion as well. I imagine I will have to apologise to Dumbledore for my shortness with him last night, but seeing the girl there. Waiting for me, what was she doing? Surely she would be under Potter for the evening… Potter… Another arrogant prat intent on ruining any semblance of happiness I could have with a woman.
Returning to my study I ordered a strong coffee from the house elves and started to think about Draco. I hoped he was smart enough to read between the lines of my little speech last night, time was running out and if we have any hope of encouraging him to defect then we need to do so quickly. With Voldemort's insanity at an all time high I fear that all out war will be upon us sooner rather than later.
Shaken from my reverie by a forceful knock on the door, hoping it was Draco I opened it to reveal the girl. Standing there looking every bit the natural beauty she was, sometimes when thinking about the girl in my quarters I think I am exaggerating her beauty in my fantasies. But no, she really was that stunning. Feeling all the rage and jealousy bubble up in me I saw red, I would never hold this rose for my own, it was for Potter and other men more blessed than I. I wanted her to hurt as I hurt, she should know even half of the pain I felt and maybe then I would satisfied.
However it did not go to plan, the girl stubbornly pushed through my hurtful words and managed to worm her way to the truth. That I was jealous, that I wanted her, that I cherished and coveted her. She then gave me quite an impressive dressing down, gods if this was the warrior leading Potter and Weasley then maybe we have some hope in this war after all. Her strength, beauty and resilience was a sight to behold, Merlin I needed her, I wanted to taste her, how had I gone so long without tasting her? She was mine now, she didn't know it yet but feeling her come apart around my tongue, hearing her scream my name, it was official. Voldemort and Dumbledore be damned this goddess was mine. I was thinking of telling her thus but before I could there was a soft knock on my study door, Hermione all but flew out of my reach and I watched her dress and order herself by some unseen magical force. I could feel the magic crackling around me, what in the name of Nimue was going on?