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Lying in bed I think about what I need to do this weekend. I need to see Harry and Draco. They are so sweet together. I was over joyed when they finally realised that their supposed hatred was nothing more than sexual frustration. They are so perfect together so comfortable, unlike Ron and me. Ron hates seeing them together he seems to resent it. You would think that he doesn't want anyone to be happy.
Oh god is that the time?
Its 8am and I have to get up.
That is the worst thing about being a teacher at Hogwarts, faculty meetings.
We have to get up early of a Friday because the teachers objected to getting up early on Monday.
Oh well at least they are all in the same boat.
I love working here though. Minerva MaGonagall recommended me after she decided to retire. She got bored of teaching and decided to spend more time with her husband in their country cottage in the west highlands of Scotland.
I get up and get into the shower. It's gorgeously hot and steamy. I don't want to get out but unfortunately I have to. I run back into my bedroom in my dressing gown, hoping that by running the room won't seem as cold.
Oh god it's freezing.
I dress quickly and use a drying charm on my hair. Quickly applying mascara to my eyelashes I consider myself in the mirror.
Well at least I look halfway decent.
I run down to the staff room. I'm only about 5 minutes late.
"Oh I'm sorry I'm late! I didn't want to drag myself out of bed, not in this weather." I laugh as I shut the door.
"Oh don't worry dear, we all feel like that. Only half of the staff is here. Just be thankful you don't have to teach out side today." Says Jane hooch.
"Oh yes I know Jane!" comes Ellis sprouts voice. "The greenhouses are frozen! I had to light a fire next to my mandrakes as even the scarves weren't keeping them warm."
The rest of the faculty finally arrive and the meeting begins. About half an hour after it starts people start to lose interest. I sit there blatantly staring at the member of staff opposite me. Its Severus. He looks up and shoots me a rare smile. Shyly I smile back.
How can he smile like that at me?
Only 2 weeks ago I was sprawled over his bed unconscious with a raging fever. He had looked after me that night and stayed with me right the way through. Which is more than Ron would have done.
I hear a faint snoring coming from next to me. It's tiny Filious Flitwick. Nudging him I wake him up. He looks up blinking then settles down again with out the snoring.
Why are these meetings such a drag?
I settle down again and let my mind wander. Finally my eyes fall on Severus again and I remember the night he had looked after me.
*****Flashback*****
He's late! He always does this.
Ron walks in to the three broomsticks like the conquering hero.
"Ron where the hell have you been? I had to miss an important meeting about school rules to be here and you can't even be on time! Where have you been?"
He sits down and looks at me.
"Calm down Mione everything is fine I just took a bit too long in the shower."
I cross my arms and stare at him.
Is that lipstick on his neck; is that perfume I can smell?
"Ron! You bastard!" I scream at him and stand up quickly. Picking up my glass of chardonnay I throw it in his face and storm out.
"Hermione wait!" I can hear him shouting form inside the pub.
Running up behind me he grabs my arm.
"Hermione do you want to explain that out burst?" he says fuming.
"Well that all depends Ron, do you want to try and explain the lipstick on your cheek and the blonde hairs on your coat and the fact that you smell of vanilla musk? Because I can't think of even the least farfetched explanation for it that I would be able to believe."
He grabs me as I try to walk off again. Spinning me around he puts his hands on each of my shoulders.
"Hermione I think we need to calm down. I can explain everything."
"Can you Ron? Really?"
He begins to steer me home to our house.
We get to the front door and he pushes me inside. Closing the door behind himself he walks over to me.
"Hermione I didn't do anything, the lipstick is from my bosses daughter, she kissed me after the match because I scored the final goal. She's blonde so those are her hair and she must wear vanilla musk perfume. See its simple and. and. and you don't believe me do you?" he asks doubtfully looking at my stony expression.
I know he is lying, his ears have gone red. They always do when he lies.
"Surprised are you Ron? Surprised I don't believe you? Well Ron you expect me to believe that?"
He takes his cloak off and hangs it up and then turns round again.
"You expect me to believe that you purposely left your shirt on inside out?"
He looks down to his shirt quickly. Sure enough he sees that the shirt he is wearing is on inside out.
"Hermione I couldn't help it! I couldn't stop her, I didn't have my wand!"
He's pleading with me silently to forgive him.
Why should I?
"So Ron lets get this straight. You expect me to believe that some blonde bint that wears coral pink lipstick and vanilla musk perfume held you at wand point? That's bullshit Ron! You know it is!"
"Hermione I'm going to have a shower and then we're gonna talk about this calmly." He says as he climbs the stairs.
He always does that! Tells me what I am going to do and it winds me up so much!
I follow him up the stairs and then walk into the bedroom. Its just how I left it two weeks ago. The picture of Harry and Draco together is still on my bedside table. The picture of Remus and Sirius is till on my dresser and the vase of roses is still next to it. I walk over to the dresser and search in it for a pair of pyjamas. Its only 10pm but I feel exhausted.
Oh no! I forgot I left all my nightwear at work. Damn!
Pulling out the only nightie I have left in the drawer (a long white silk one with thin straps) I put it on. As I climb into the bed Ron walks in. he is still wet from the shower and is wearing only a towel round his waist.
He climbs on the to the bed and crawls towards me.
"Do you forgive me" he asks and he begins to kiss my neck.
"Yes I forgive you but I don't think I will be able to forget about it. And I don't think I will be able to trust you for a long time Ron."
He isn't listening. He never is. He is too busy trying to seduce me.
Maybe I should just give in and do it. Maybe this is what I need right now. To get all my tension out. To just have sex.
I begin to stroke his back as he positions himself between my legs and enters me. He builds up a rhythm quickly and begins to thrust harder, increase his pace. I wrap my leg around him and tilt my pelvis up so as to intensify the experience. Soon I feel myself beginning to come. Tightening the grip with my thighs I feel the climax getting closer. I hear Ron whispering my name as he feels his own orgasm building. Then it hits me and I can feel ripples of pleasure going through me. Ron climaxes moments later.
"Oh God Kastor!" he screams.
"What?" I shout pushing him away quickly.
I feel so used and dirty.
"Oh my god! Hermione I didn't."
I turn away from him. Trying to focus on anything but him I look at the pillow next to me. There are blonde hairs on it just like the ones I saw on his coat before. Picking it up I smell it.
Vanilla musk.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard! You fucked her here! In our bed. You just." I scream at him.
I have to get out of here.
Jumping up I grab my cloak off the floor and head for the door. I feel my arm being pulled backwards and I drop my cloak. Twirling round I see him holding my arm.
"Let go of me Ron! Let the fuck go of me!"
"No Hermione I."
Then there was a sound like a whip crack and a telltale red hand print on Ron's face. I had slapped him. I had slapped him with all the strength I could muster. He released my arm and his hands flew to his face. I took this opportunity to leave.
I ran as far away from the house as I could. I could feel the slightly chilly breeze on my skin and it was running through my hair. I reach the gates of Hogwarts and stop. I don't really want to go back to the dark empty room I own at Hogwarts. Instead I walk towards the lake and the rock I like to sit on when I have to think or make a hard decision.
I sit on the flat rock and look at the reflection of the moon on it. I haven't always been with Ron. And the moon reflecting of the water reminds me of this.
I had been dating Remus for some after I left Hogwarts. I had dated him for 4 years. From when I was 16 until I was 20. We were breaking so many rules by dating while I was still in school, but I was young and in love. I'll never know what would have happened to us if we were still together. He died when I was 20, after we were engaged to be married. He had been kidnapped and tortured until he died.
Without thinking I dive into the water hoping that it will comfort me. As the water hits my skin I sober up and realise what has happened. Ron has cheated on me.
I climb out and climb back on to the rock. Thinking about how Ron has cheated I forget about the cold around me. A silk nightie hardly makes for the warmest clothes. Without realising it I begin to cry. Big wet tears streaming from my eyes.
Suddenly I see movement from the lakeside. There is a shadow there. I panic and scramble to get up. Trying to run my nightie catches on a rock and I fall.
Where am I? The last thing I remember is being by the lake. Oh my head hurts.
Then I feel someone softly mopping my head.
Ron?
"Oh Hermione." I hear a familiar voice, "Oh Hermione you know I'm not as bad as everyone thinks. I know I act like I'm a bastard but that's all it is an act. I use this act to control my feelings, if I didn't then I would find it almost impossible to stop myself from throwing my arms around you and hugging you every time I saw you but. why am I saying this? You can't even hear and."
Is that Severus?
I snap my eyes open as he walks away from the bed.
Was it Severus that was mopping my head? How ironic, the man I marry fucks off with some blonde bint and the man who I have argued with the whole of my school life looks after me when I knock myself out.
"That was beautiful Severus!" try to say but it comes out as a croaky whisper.
Ok so now review it. The next chapter is what makes this story R or I may change it to NC-17 cos it really is a bit graphic. But hey Sarah I dedicate it to you as I know you wanted me to try and write a smutty story. Well the next chapter is smut but it goes all sweet after that so it may turn out to be angst! I just don't know.
Lying in bed I think about what I need to do this weekend. I need to see Harry and Draco. They are so sweet together. I was over joyed when they finally realised that their supposed hatred was nothing more than sexual frustration. They are so perfect together so comfortable, unlike Ron and me. Ron hates seeing them together he seems to resent it. You would think that he doesn't want anyone to be happy.
Oh god is that the time?
Its 8am and I have to get up.
That is the worst thing about being a teacher at Hogwarts, faculty meetings.
We have to get up early of a Friday because the teachers objected to getting up early on Monday.
Oh well at least they are all in the same boat.
I love working here though. Minerva MaGonagall recommended me after she decided to retire. She got bored of teaching and decided to spend more time with her husband in their country cottage in the west highlands of Scotland.
I get up and get into the shower. It's gorgeously hot and steamy. I don't want to get out but unfortunately I have to. I run back into my bedroom in my dressing gown, hoping that by running the room won't seem as cold.
Oh god it's freezing.
I dress quickly and use a drying charm on my hair. Quickly applying mascara to my eyelashes I consider myself in the mirror.
Well at least I look halfway decent.
I run down to the staff room. I'm only about 5 minutes late.
"Oh I'm sorry I'm late! I didn't want to drag myself out of bed, not in this weather." I laugh as I shut the door.
"Oh don't worry dear, we all feel like that. Only half of the staff is here. Just be thankful you don't have to teach out side today." Says Jane hooch.
"Oh yes I know Jane!" comes Ellis sprouts voice. "The greenhouses are frozen! I had to light a fire next to my mandrakes as even the scarves weren't keeping them warm."
The rest of the faculty finally arrive and the meeting begins. About half an hour after it starts people start to lose interest. I sit there blatantly staring at the member of staff opposite me. Its Severus. He looks up and shoots me a rare smile. Shyly I smile back.
How can he smile like that at me?
Only 2 weeks ago I was sprawled over his bed unconscious with a raging fever. He had looked after me that night and stayed with me right the way through. Which is more than Ron would have done.
I hear a faint snoring coming from next to me. It's tiny Filious Flitwick. Nudging him I wake him up. He looks up blinking then settles down again with out the snoring.
Why are these meetings such a drag?
I settle down again and let my mind wander. Finally my eyes fall on Severus again and I remember the night he had looked after me.
*****Flashback*****
He's late! He always does this.
Ron walks in to the three broomsticks like the conquering hero.
"Ron where the hell have you been? I had to miss an important meeting about school rules to be here and you can't even be on time! Where have you been?"
He sits down and looks at me.
"Calm down Mione everything is fine I just took a bit too long in the shower."
I cross my arms and stare at him.
Is that lipstick on his neck; is that perfume I can smell?
"Ron! You bastard!" I scream at him and stand up quickly. Picking up my glass of chardonnay I throw it in his face and storm out.
"Hermione wait!" I can hear him shouting form inside the pub.
Running up behind me he grabs my arm.
"Hermione do you want to explain that out burst?" he says fuming.
"Well that all depends Ron, do you want to try and explain the lipstick on your cheek and the blonde hairs on your coat and the fact that you smell of vanilla musk? Because I can't think of even the least farfetched explanation for it that I would be able to believe."
He grabs me as I try to walk off again. Spinning me around he puts his hands on each of my shoulders.
"Hermione I think we need to calm down. I can explain everything."
"Can you Ron? Really?"
He begins to steer me home to our house.
We get to the front door and he pushes me inside. Closing the door behind himself he walks over to me.
"Hermione I didn't do anything, the lipstick is from my bosses daughter, she kissed me after the match because I scored the final goal. She's blonde so those are her hair and she must wear vanilla musk perfume. See its simple and. and. and you don't believe me do you?" he asks doubtfully looking at my stony expression.
I know he is lying, his ears have gone red. They always do when he lies.
"Surprised are you Ron? Surprised I don't believe you? Well Ron you expect me to believe that?"
He takes his cloak off and hangs it up and then turns round again.
"You expect me to believe that you purposely left your shirt on inside out?"
He looks down to his shirt quickly. Sure enough he sees that the shirt he is wearing is on inside out.
"Hermione I couldn't help it! I couldn't stop her, I didn't have my wand!"
He's pleading with me silently to forgive him.
Why should I?
"So Ron lets get this straight. You expect me to believe that some blonde bint that wears coral pink lipstick and vanilla musk perfume held you at wand point? That's bullshit Ron! You know it is!"
"Hermione I'm going to have a shower and then we're gonna talk about this calmly." He says as he climbs the stairs.
He always does that! Tells me what I am going to do and it winds me up so much!
I follow him up the stairs and then walk into the bedroom. Its just how I left it two weeks ago. The picture of Harry and Draco together is still on my bedside table. The picture of Remus and Sirius is till on my dresser and the vase of roses is still next to it. I walk over to the dresser and search in it for a pair of pyjamas. Its only 10pm but I feel exhausted.
Oh no! I forgot I left all my nightwear at work. Damn!
Pulling out the only nightie I have left in the drawer (a long white silk one with thin straps) I put it on. As I climb into the bed Ron walks in. he is still wet from the shower and is wearing only a towel round his waist.
He climbs on the to the bed and crawls towards me.
"Do you forgive me" he asks and he begins to kiss my neck.
"Yes I forgive you but I don't think I will be able to forget about it. And I don't think I will be able to trust you for a long time Ron."
He isn't listening. He never is. He is too busy trying to seduce me.
Maybe I should just give in and do it. Maybe this is what I need right now. To get all my tension out. To just have sex.
I begin to stroke his back as he positions himself between my legs and enters me. He builds up a rhythm quickly and begins to thrust harder, increase his pace. I wrap my leg around him and tilt my pelvis up so as to intensify the experience. Soon I feel myself beginning to come. Tightening the grip with my thighs I feel the climax getting closer. I hear Ron whispering my name as he feels his own orgasm building. Then it hits me and I can feel ripples of pleasure going through me. Ron climaxes moments later.
"Oh God Kastor!" he screams.
"What?" I shout pushing him away quickly.
I feel so used and dirty.
"Oh my god! Hermione I didn't."
I turn away from him. Trying to focus on anything but him I look at the pillow next to me. There are blonde hairs on it just like the ones I saw on his coat before. Picking it up I smell it.
Vanilla musk.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard! You fucked her here! In our bed. You just." I scream at him.
I have to get out of here.
Jumping up I grab my cloak off the floor and head for the door. I feel my arm being pulled backwards and I drop my cloak. Twirling round I see him holding my arm.
"Let go of me Ron! Let the fuck go of me!"
"No Hermione I."
Then there was a sound like a whip crack and a telltale red hand print on Ron's face. I had slapped him. I had slapped him with all the strength I could muster. He released my arm and his hands flew to his face. I took this opportunity to leave.
I ran as far away from the house as I could. I could feel the slightly chilly breeze on my skin and it was running through my hair. I reach the gates of Hogwarts and stop. I don't really want to go back to the dark empty room I own at Hogwarts. Instead I walk towards the lake and the rock I like to sit on when I have to think or make a hard decision.
I sit on the flat rock and look at the reflection of the moon on it. I haven't always been with Ron. And the moon reflecting of the water reminds me of this.
I had been dating Remus for some after I left Hogwarts. I had dated him for 4 years. From when I was 16 until I was 20. We were breaking so many rules by dating while I was still in school, but I was young and in love. I'll never know what would have happened to us if we were still together. He died when I was 20, after we were engaged to be married. He had been kidnapped and tortured until he died.
Without thinking I dive into the water hoping that it will comfort me. As the water hits my skin I sober up and realise what has happened. Ron has cheated on me.
I climb out and climb back on to the rock. Thinking about how Ron has cheated I forget about the cold around me. A silk nightie hardly makes for the warmest clothes. Without realising it I begin to cry. Big wet tears streaming from my eyes.
Suddenly I see movement from the lakeside. There is a shadow there. I panic and scramble to get up. Trying to run my nightie catches on a rock and I fall.
Where am I? The last thing I remember is being by the lake. Oh my head hurts.
Then I feel someone softly mopping my head.
Ron?
"Oh Hermione." I hear a familiar voice, "Oh Hermione you know I'm not as bad as everyone thinks. I know I act like I'm a bastard but that's all it is an act. I use this act to control my feelings, if I didn't then I would find it almost impossible to stop myself from throwing my arms around you and hugging you every time I saw you but. why am I saying this? You can't even hear and."
Is that Severus?
I snap my eyes open as he walks away from the bed.
Was it Severus that was mopping my head? How ironic, the man I marry fucks off with some blonde bint and the man who I have argued with the whole of my school life looks after me when I knock myself out.
"That was beautiful Severus!" try to say but it comes out as a croaky whisper.
Ok so now review it. The next chapter is what makes this story R or I may change it to NC-17 cos it really is a bit graphic. But hey Sarah I dedicate it to you as I know you wanted me to try and write a smutty story. Well the next chapter is smut but it goes all sweet after that so it may turn out to be angst! I just don't know.