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A/N: OK this is my first ever fan-fic and I'm kinda nervous...I've read about every Snape/Hermione fic there is, and I'm afraid that some of the ideas might have stuck with me. Obviously I haven't purposely stolen someone's storyline, but if something in here is some-what similar to another fic, please bare with me. I have no intention of taking someone's story and if I have without knowledge, please notify me and I'll imediately take this story off. I know a lot of them are the same, but just in case someone has a problem with it, dont be afraid to say so. SORRY in advance!!! I love you all and would NEVER try to steal from you!! Alright, now on to the story. Hope you like it!! ilysm xoxo
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"Who's there?" Hermione asked. She was shaking from head to toe and looking around in the pitch black for the owner of the footsteps she had just heard. She was up in one of the high towers of Hogwarts-where she often went to sort out her thoughts when she couldn't sleep.
"Please just tell me who you are." She timidly requested.
"What are you doing here, Mudblood" came the drawling voice of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, its you." she said. "Well don't worry Malfoy, now that I know that you are here there is no longer any point of me staying."
As she started to walk towards the door, a hand was placed genty on her waist.
"Won't you stay Granger? There is something that I've been meaning to 'discuss' with you." Draco said. He twisted her around and stared fixedly into her soft brown eyes, pulling her very close to him.
"Umm, I think that I should leave now." She said, a little shivver in her voice that was quite obvious to the boy standing in front of her. She attempted to walk towards the door but again was grabbed by the waist, this time much more forcefully.
"I think that you'll stay."
"No, I really should be going now. Lavender will be wondering where I've gone off too. She tends to worry when she notices me out of bed." Hermione said once again. She tried to move but Malfoy's grip on her waist was too strong, and she found it impossible to keep going. He started walking, still with the harsh grip on her and pulling her along with him. He pushed her against a wall.
"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed as one of his hands slid up her side and started to creep to her right breast. As Hermione struggled to break free, Malfoy slapped her across the face, stunning her for a few moments. Her lip had started to bleed, but she didn't seem to notice. Malfoy's other hand started to slide down her waist until they reached her pants. He unbuttoned them and slid his hands down her---well---you know what.
He kissed her cheek and brought his lips to her ear. "You are a beautiful girl, Hermione. Everyone thinks so. Ever since you started to fill in you've been the object of my desires as well as most all of the boys in the 6th year, as well as some in the 7th. I've been playing games with you for the past year, but it is quite obvious that you do not share in my desire--yet, atleast. I am not a very patient guy, Hermione, and you must understand that sometimes, desire can have the best of people. If I can not get you with games and patience, I'll just have to have my way with you without your consent." he whispered.
"What was that Mr. Malfoy? I couldn't quite hear you." came a very stern voice. Malfoy whipped around and stood face to face with none other than Professor Snape.
"Professor!! Oh, I was just, uh, asking Hermione if she could help me, er, with my studies. I seem to be falling behind in Transfiguration and as Miss Granger is an expert in that course, I thought that she would be an excellent tutor." Malfoy explained, although it was quite obvious that he had just made that story up off the top of his head.
"Oh. Well that explains why you had Miss Granger pinned up against a wall and your hand very inapropriately placed on one of her, er, body parts." Snape replied, looking at Draco with daggers in his eyes. "I would have expected better of you Draco."
"Well, I, umm, I--er"
"That'll be enough. It does not take a genius to explain what has been going on here." Snape spat dryly to Malfoy. "Filch, if you would be kind enough to take young Malfoy here up to Professor Dumbledore's office please. Tell the headmaster that I will be in there shortly to deal with him."
Suddenly, the caretaker appeared from the shadows, obviously having been there all along without notice.
"Of course Professor. Come on boy," Filch said.
After they had left, Hermione slid down to the floor, unable to speak. She was in shock. She stared blankly at the small patch of light coming through window until she became aware of her surroundings and quickly stood up.
"Explain." Snape said. He had a strange sort of pity in his eyes that Hermione had failed to notice as she was clearly staring at her feet.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I know I shouldn't have been out of bed. I just couldn't sleep. And then I heard some footsteps and turned around, and then...he..." She trailed off and tears silently slid down her cheek.
"What exactly did Mr. Malfoy do?" Snape asked softly. It wasn't like him to be comforting, and he was trying his best to soothe the child.
"He told me I was beautiful and that he wanted me but couldn't wait any longer. He started moving his hands in places, well, places he shouldn't have been moving his hands..." She muttered. She stared nervously at her feet and all of the sudden noticed that her pants were still unbuttoned. Quickly she buttoned them, hoping that her Potions Master hadn't noticed. He did.
"Uh, are you alright?" He asked. He didn't really know to say.
"No." she sobbed. She fell to the floor once more and brought her knees up to her chest. Snape, not really knowing what to do or say, just stood there, watching her. She brought her face up to wipe away some tears and he noticed some blood.
"Miss Granger, you are bleeding. I insist that you report to Madame Pomfrey at once." He ordered.
"No. I'm fine. Just leave me alone..." she muttered. She was thoroughly embarrassed, although not really knowing why she of all people should be embarrassed.
"I will certainly not leave you alone!" he shouted, much more forcefully than he should of in that sort of situation. "Umm, what I meant to say was, I...uh..." he paused, thinking of something to say. He couldn't, so he just left it at that. "Perhaps you'd like to accompany me to your room? I'm sure one of your room-mates would be much better equipped to deal with this, er, situation."
"Ya, you're right. You certainly don't know what you're doing." she replied coldly. Even though she knew that it was he who had somewhat saved her from a horrible ordeal, he was still Snape. She hated him beyond words and knew that nothing would ever change that.
"Well get up then." Snape responded just as cooly. If she wasn't prepared to put their differences aside, he certainly wasn't. "I will meet you at the bottom of the staircase." With that, he stalked off.
Hermione stared at the doorway for a moment. The events of that night hadn't thoroughly sunk in and she was still in somewhat of a daze. She stood up and walked down the winding staircase. As she approached the bottom, she saw Snape watching her with his arms folded and looking thoroughly pissed off. Even after what he had just witnessed he couldn't even muster a simple comforting smile. 'What a prick' she thought to herself. When she reached the last stair she tripped and "fortunately" fell straight into Snape's arms. After getting over the shock, both imediately stepped away from the other.
They began walking towards Gryffindor tower in silence. As soon as they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Snape said, "I trust that you can find your way from here."
"Yeah, I can." Hermione replied.
Snape bowed and started to walk away when Hermione quickly pulled him back.
"Thank you, Professor" Hermione muttered.
"You're welcome, Miss Granger." He said. He then turned around and started walking off in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
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As Hermione was walking up to her dormitory, the night started playing back in her mind. Deciding that she would much rather think about it in the morning, she walked straight into bed and fell asleep. The last thing she thought about was falling into Snape's arms. Unconciously, she slept with a smile on her face.
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Snape walked quickly to Dumbledore's office. As he approached the gargoyle, he paused and thought about what had happened. Hermione Granger, an annoying little know-it-all, someone who Snape had clearly despised for the almost 6 years she had been in his class, was almost raped. It was clear why someone would want to get their hands on her though, he thought. She had certainly grown up a lot since she had been at Hogwarts. Her hair had grown much longer and ended just above her waist, she had filled out VERY nicely and had curves that showed ever so slighty in her loose Hogwarts robes, her skin was pail and flawless, and her lips were always pink and rather large. The most enticing thing about her was her eyes though. They were brown, but not completely as they had appeared only a few years ago. They were more of an orange if you thought about it, and you couldn't help but lose your train of thought if you stared in them for too long. There was no doubt about it that Hermione Granger was, by far, the most attractive and gorgeous girl at Hogwarts, if not in the whole of Scottland. Wait a minute, this was HERMIONE GRANGER! Potter and Weasley's best friend. His STUDENT!! What was he thinking?! He mentally slapped himself about 10 times before saying the password to enter the headmaster's office.
"Swedish Fishies" he barked.
The gargoyle swung aside and Severus Snape began to walk up the many stairs to the headmaster's office, prepared to deal with a certain 6th year horny Slytherin.
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A/N: okey dokey thats it for now, i'm super tired...I REALLY hope that you guys like it so far!! I'm not sure I'm going to continue with it so if you like it, REVIEW!! love you all so much! xoxo
------@ faith
A/N: OK this is my first ever fan-fic and I'm kinda nervous...I've read about every Snape/Hermione fic there is, and I'm afraid that some of the ideas might have stuck with me. Obviously I haven't purposely stolen someone's storyline, but if something in here is some-what similar to another fic, please bare with me. I have no intention of taking someone's story and if I have without knowledge, please notify me and I'll imediately take this story off. I know a lot of them are the same, but just in case someone has a problem with it, dont be afraid to say so. SORRY in advance!!! I love you all and would NEVER try to steal from you!! Alright, now on to the story. Hope you like it!! ilysm xoxo
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"Who's there?" Hermione asked. She was shaking from head to toe and looking around in the pitch black for the owner of the footsteps she had just heard. She was up in one of the high towers of Hogwarts-where she often went to sort out her thoughts when she couldn't sleep.
"Please just tell me who you are." She timidly requested.
"What are you doing here, Mudblood" came the drawling voice of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, its you." she said. "Well don't worry Malfoy, now that I know that you are here there is no longer any point of me staying."
As she started to walk towards the door, a hand was placed genty on her waist.
"Won't you stay Granger? There is something that I've been meaning to 'discuss' with you." Draco said. He twisted her around and stared fixedly into her soft brown eyes, pulling her very close to him.
"Umm, I think that I should leave now." She said, a little shivver in her voice that was quite obvious to the boy standing in front of her. She attempted to walk towards the door but again was grabbed by the waist, this time much more forcefully.
"I think that you'll stay."
"No, I really should be going now. Lavender will be wondering where I've gone off too. She tends to worry when she notices me out of bed." Hermione said once again. She tried to move but Malfoy's grip on her waist was too strong, and she found it impossible to keep going. He started walking, still with the harsh grip on her and pulling her along with him. He pushed her against a wall.
"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed as one of his hands slid up her side and started to creep to her right breast. As Hermione struggled to break free, Malfoy slapped her across the face, stunning her for a few moments. Her lip had started to bleed, but she didn't seem to notice. Malfoy's other hand started to slide down her waist until they reached her pants. He unbuttoned them and slid his hands down her---well---you know what.
He kissed her cheek and brought his lips to her ear. "You are a beautiful girl, Hermione. Everyone thinks so. Ever since you started to fill in you've been the object of my desires as well as most all of the boys in the 6th year, as well as some in the 7th. I've been playing games with you for the past year, but it is quite obvious that you do not share in my desire--yet, atleast. I am not a very patient guy, Hermione, and you must understand that sometimes, desire can have the best of people. If I can not get you with games and patience, I'll just have to have my way with you without your consent." he whispered.
"What was that Mr. Malfoy? I couldn't quite hear you." came a very stern voice. Malfoy whipped around and stood face to face with none other than Professor Snape.
"Professor!! Oh, I was just, uh, asking Hermione if she could help me, er, with my studies. I seem to be falling behind in Transfiguration and as Miss Granger is an expert in that course, I thought that she would be an excellent tutor." Malfoy explained, although it was quite obvious that he had just made that story up off the top of his head.
"Oh. Well that explains why you had Miss Granger pinned up against a wall and your hand very inapropriately placed on one of her, er, body parts." Snape replied, looking at Draco with daggers in his eyes. "I would have expected better of you Draco."
"Well, I, umm, I--er"
"That'll be enough. It does not take a genius to explain what has been going on here." Snape spat dryly to Malfoy. "Filch, if you would be kind enough to take young Malfoy here up to Professor Dumbledore's office please. Tell the headmaster that I will be in there shortly to deal with him."
Suddenly, the caretaker appeared from the shadows, obviously having been there all along without notice.
"Of course Professor. Come on boy," Filch said.
After they had left, Hermione slid down to the floor, unable to speak. She was in shock. She stared blankly at the small patch of light coming through window until she became aware of her surroundings and quickly stood up.
"Explain." Snape said. He had a strange sort of pity in his eyes that Hermione had failed to notice as she was clearly staring at her feet.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I know I shouldn't have been out of bed. I just couldn't sleep. And then I heard some footsteps and turned around, and then...he..." She trailed off and tears silently slid down her cheek.
"What exactly did Mr. Malfoy do?" Snape asked softly. It wasn't like him to be comforting, and he was trying his best to soothe the child.
"He told me I was beautiful and that he wanted me but couldn't wait any longer. He started moving his hands in places, well, places he shouldn't have been moving his hands..." She muttered. She stared nervously at her feet and all of the sudden noticed that her pants were still unbuttoned. Quickly she buttoned them, hoping that her Potions Master hadn't noticed. He did.
"Uh, are you alright?" He asked. He didn't really know to say.
"No." she sobbed. She fell to the floor once more and brought her knees up to her chest. Snape, not really knowing what to do or say, just stood there, watching her. She brought her face up to wipe away some tears and he noticed some blood.
"Miss Granger, you are bleeding. I insist that you report to Madame Pomfrey at once." He ordered.
"No. I'm fine. Just leave me alone..." she muttered. She was thoroughly embarrassed, although not really knowing why she of all people should be embarrassed.
"I will certainly not leave you alone!" he shouted, much more forcefully than he should of in that sort of situation. "Umm, what I meant to say was, I...uh..." he paused, thinking of something to say. He couldn't, so he just left it at that. "Perhaps you'd like to accompany me to your room? I'm sure one of your room-mates would be much better equipped to deal with this, er, situation."
"Ya, you're right. You certainly don't know what you're doing." she replied coldly. Even though she knew that it was he who had somewhat saved her from a horrible ordeal, he was still Snape. She hated him beyond words and knew that nothing would ever change that.
"Well get up then." Snape responded just as cooly. If she wasn't prepared to put their differences aside, he certainly wasn't. "I will meet you at the bottom of the staircase." With that, he stalked off.
Hermione stared at the doorway for a moment. The events of that night hadn't thoroughly sunk in and she was still in somewhat of a daze. She stood up and walked down the winding staircase. As she approached the bottom, she saw Snape watching her with his arms folded and looking thoroughly pissed off. Even after what he had just witnessed he couldn't even muster a simple comforting smile. 'What a prick' she thought to herself. When she reached the last stair she tripped and "fortunately" fell straight into Snape's arms. After getting over the shock, both imediately stepped away from the other.
They began walking towards Gryffindor tower in silence. As soon as they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Snape said, "I trust that you can find your way from here."
"Yeah, I can." Hermione replied.
Snape bowed and started to walk away when Hermione quickly pulled him back.
"Thank you, Professor" Hermione muttered.
"You're welcome, Miss Granger." He said. He then turned around and started walking off in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
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As Hermione was walking up to her dormitory, the night started playing back in her mind. Deciding that she would much rather think about it in the morning, she walked straight into bed and fell asleep. The last thing she thought about was falling into Snape's arms. Unconciously, she slept with a smile on her face.
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Snape walked quickly to Dumbledore's office. As he approached the gargoyle, he paused and thought about what had happened. Hermione Granger, an annoying little know-it-all, someone who Snape had clearly despised for the almost 6 years she had been in his class, was almost raped. It was clear why someone would want to get their hands on her though, he thought. She had certainly grown up a lot since she had been at Hogwarts. Her hair had grown much longer and ended just above her waist, she had filled out VERY nicely and had curves that showed ever so slighty in her loose Hogwarts robes, her skin was pail and flawless, and her lips were always pink and rather large. The most enticing thing about her was her eyes though. They were brown, but not completely as they had appeared only a few years ago. They were more of an orange if you thought about it, and you couldn't help but lose your train of thought if you stared in them for too long. There was no doubt about it that Hermione Granger was, by far, the most attractive and gorgeous girl at Hogwarts, if not in the whole of Scottland. Wait a minute, this was HERMIONE GRANGER! Potter and Weasley's best friend. His STUDENT!! What was he thinking?! He mentally slapped himself about 10 times before saying the password to enter the headmaster's office.
"Swedish Fishies" he barked.
The gargoyle swung aside and Severus Snape began to walk up the many stairs to the headmaster's office, prepared to deal with a certain 6th year horny Slytherin.
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A/N: okey dokey thats it for now, i'm super tired...I REALLY hope that you guys like it so far!! I'm not sure I'm going to continue with it so if you like it, REVIEW!! love you all so much! xoxo
------@ faith