Rememberance
Author Notes: This is in answer to a Challange set of WIKTT where I joined recently and I rather an amused by the idea and decided that I would give my hand at it. I have no beta so here is the story. My Grammer leaves alot to be desired but..that is as it is.

Please note that all the characters belong to J.K Rowlings and I only play with them like a good like girl I put them back at the end of the day.
Yeah I didn't get the Yule chapter up my muse got me again,so I go with it as best as I can..be warnned this is my first attempt at writeing something like this please be gentle...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yule Tideings ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The wonderful rooms were pleasent, but the writer found herself highly annoyed Severus had proven to answer questions yes, but be very vague on everything. This and the fact that one of his student was ill and needed his looking after as well only added to the frustration she felt.

Then all of the sore feelings came to a head when Madame Hooch caught her in the Great hall before dinner,the night before Christmas. "You should leave him alone, you daft girl. Haven't you figured out he's over you he deserves better." had she not been in shock she would have been insulted and keenly felt insulted later, but some how Hooch's words made much sense. Was her Professor seeing Hooch.

He didn't come to his rooms some nights, others it was early in the morning. If he was sleeping with the Broom Instructor why had he sked her there, to hurt her for the hurt she had given him, she thought childishly.

She promptly left the Great Hall, her robes made no sounds as she swiftly departed, she breezed right past Professor Snape, who tried to catch her arm but she was gone. He looked to the Professor's Table, McGongall had a hard look on her face, Sprout was worried and Hooch seemed overly smug.

She had said something to Hermione,he groaned inwardly. Hooch had been interested in him, gods only knew why. Since he had refereed a game between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He scowled darkly at them all and turned on his heels with a click,leaveing the Hall as Dumbledore was entering. "Good evening Severus." he said and the Potions Teacher only snorted in response and continued his stalking down the hallway.

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She tossed the last of her things in her chest and pushed it down as a hand came to her shoulder and she shrugged it off."Get away from me Severus, I am not interested if I leave right now, I can get Ginny and go to my parents for Yule." she said " I'll arrive like a big present on there door step ,they'll be thrilled." she murmured to herself.

He swept the curly mass aside from the back of her neck with warm hands, and equally warm lips ran a trail from just behind her ear and along her exposed neck. "I am sorry I haven't been the most attentive person, my Hermione,but I have been preoccupied with other things that I'd rather not let come between us." he whispered softly,velvet sleeved arms went around her waist and she was pulled into his body,his lips returned to there previous activities.

"Madame Hooch." she struggled to say and not let her hurt show through in her words. His body stiffened and he turned her in his arms to meet his eyes, there black depts were self rightious. " I have nothing to do with that woman,Hermione Granger." he murmured as he brushed the back of his hand along her cheek sweetly.Her relief touched her eyes.

He had pulled her into his arms and nibbled her ear softly and whispered to her gently."I'll only ask you once,Mione, Stay." his tone held a darkness that she hadn't heard since the War and again she remembered him holding her when she had been hexed, and easeing the pain of the torture spell.

Her hands went to his buttons as though of there own accord and she began to undo them. Hands went along the strong contours of his chest, and along his his inner shirt,he wore no vest today and his Professor Robes dropped at there feet. Still she didn't answer him.

Her lips were hot against his throat,trailing a path to his lips that could not burn any greater then fire itself. He growled softly as she kissed him finally, his hands had been on her shoulders slid down her back and up again.

She made a little noise in her throat when, the hands that had held hers and traced her life line instead worked to trace the lines of her body, along the curve of her breast,teaseingly and then down her sides, she felt herself arch to his touch.

He said nothing had no snid remarks for her response to him, he didn't sugar coat things, he didn't try to make it seem all better, he couldn't they both had pleanty of issues to deal with, yes he was half afraid of takeing her to his bed, of looseing himself to her and awakening alone, but if it was a mistake he would make it, the pleasure of holding her was worth the pain.

Stepping from the robe and the discarded shirt, how had she gotten him from that, he didn't recall his mind was a kalidiscope of sensations,colors and emotions all care of the petite woman he swept up into his arms, and carried into his bedroom. There were no lights in here, no mirrors only a shelf of his books, his bed,a desk and a fireplace,which lit as he waved his wand then discarded it to the side of the bed.

She stared up at him, her eyes were hazed with passion and her lips soft and swollen lightly from some of his less then gentle kisses and she watched those slender fingers undo the simple strings to her robe and then the laces to her jeans and top, she blushed at that she hadn't worn a bra, and apparently she wasn't the only one surprised,because a faint pinkness visited Severus's cheeks as well.

"Lovely." he whispered " You do know.." his tone was low and dangerous."If you stay I am not letting you leave me again." there was no playfulness to his words no tone that said he was just teaseing her.

"I know.."she whispered softly and closed her eyes as his lips again caught her, his tongue slideing between her lips to stroke her tongue lightly, teaseing as though iniatiating a mateing ritual. His hands stroked her chest, teased her breasts and made her nipples stand out, her head tossed on the pillow, but her own hands seemed to move with a will of there own.

His clothes were far more complicated then her own, pants had to many buttons,his lips going down her throat didn't help,causeing a great distraction,though she gave herself a point privately when he gasped,as her hand brushed over the growing bulge in his pants in her attempts to get him out of them.

" Not capable of undressing me ?" he teased breathlessly in a tone that only set her blood on fire more.

"I swear by Circe,Severus if you don't get out of those I am going to just shred them." she hissed in his ear and he let out a low chuckle.He pulled back only briefly to show her the trick to getting him out of his pants, it was unhooking the first button giveing a slight tug and letting the rest follow in suit.

She looked triumphant with him out of his pants, she tossed them from the bed, only to catch a look of was that required, from her lover. She shrugged and set her hands exploreing again, her hands found his scars and traced them loveingly,even if he did tense slightly at first, she avoided the dark mark, knowing he needed no reminders of it.

His lips played along her chest, and by his touches and kisses he played her like an instrument. How could he know her body better then she did, she marveled at it, he was her first lover and only one since the War.

He didn't know what it was about her touch that set his body aflame and made him burn from the inside out, his own body was in a state of burn arousal and ridgid need she wasn't content to lie there and be played with, no she had to return the favor love him as he loved her, that had always been her way hadn't it.

He lost all trains of thought when small hands encircled his arousal, and he all but arched from the bed, she gasped as he pressed closer into her hands. "Mione.." he breathed, and one hand slid into that mass of shimmering curls and he pulled her close to him.

She understood his cry of her name, he hadn't taken a lover since then either apparently. Her little un skilled touchs had destroyed his resolve and his need only had become to much for either of them to bear, her body was already humming with the pleasure and she needed him as much as he needed her.

The heat in the room was almost to much and her foot kicked at the blankets as she whispered "Sever.." sitting up he kissed her to silence her from her words, as though he knew her mind.

How he feared this loss of control, of giveing himself over, as he eased into her, it did delight him to hear her cry his name as he did,he forgot how tight she was and how difficult it would be to hold himself in check, the girl nearly finished him. Her arms went around him and she was in his lap, his face brushed through her curls, the smell of rose and lily's clung to her damp hair.

He had never imagined her to be so foward as she moved with him her head gone to his shoulder,her lips teaseing his neck ,then she bit him,hard. He winced was she trying to leave a mark.

He instead played his tongue along her ear and nipped at it again,one hand supporting her the other went to tease her acheing nipples again.She cried out much to his satisfaction.

Though his body had to long been denied this precious act,he knew he was about to loose control,he pushed her back forcefully pinning her to the bed and underneath him. He guided his own actions then, his thrust slow and strong.
His hand on her breast slid up underneath her shoulder blades and lifted her nipples upward to his exploring mouth and lips and tip of his tongue. He gave into there pleasure when she unexpectedly dragged her nails down his back the shock of pain with the pleasure finished him,he lost all his strength as he gave one final thrust and fell into her arms,she was shuddering beneath him as well. How was it that someone so suited for him was half his age.

She didn't know how long she slept there,only that she had slept and she was awaken by a loud knock on the door. "Professor Snape, are you going to the Christmas Eve Dinner?" it was a most unwelcomed voice and Hermione stiffened.

For his part,the professor in question snarled and looked almost as rabid as Remus when he didn't get his potion. His dark hair was in his eyes and he had a rather dangerous look on his face. "We could get a new instructor, she'd make something usful to feed the snakes." he hissed to her as he sat up on his elbow.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at that, and saw the disapproveing look tossed to her, he untangled himself from her,summoned his robe and stalked across the floor,barefoot his robe being tied as he went, It took Hermione a few minute to realize he intended to open the door, she squealed as and ducked under the covers as he did, " I will be down shortly ,thank you. I need no assistance in being aware of time Madame Hooch, now if you will excuse me,I have wasted another few seconds of my life speaking to you." he then promptly shut to door, in the surprised womans face and turned to look at her.

"There do you feel avenged for earlier wrongs done against you?" he inquired, and she realized he'd done that out of the old fashioned code of an isult to ones lady was an insult to one. She blushed and nodded her head, her hair in her face as she looked up at him.

"Well Miss. Granger, if we don't get to dinner, I fear Albus himself might show up to inform us were late." he said sarcastically."And I would so look foward to a lemon drop."

Half the Professor didn't know what to make of them when they arrived at dinner, him firmly holding her hand."Wouldn't want you to get Lost." he had commented slyly as he led her along.

Ginny looked pleased and when Snape wasn't looking gave her the thumbs up and toasted her with her pumpkin juice when he did look.

The Potion Master tossed Hermione the death stare and gazed sideways to Ginny giveing her an equally evil look before he swept to his spot and eased himself into it.

He raised a brow when he noticed MCGongall smirking at him."Can I help you ?" he inquired.

"Pink Ice is really your color." she stated smugly and he pondered putting something horriable in the Eggnog this year. Pink Ice was the color of Hermione's lipstick and he wiped the side of his neck with his handkerchief.

It was times like these he wondered if he'd survived the War to be killed by people suppose to be his friends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco's Legacy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The blonde scowled again at the woman in his arms, most of the time he was content to pretend to be sane, some people brought out the madness in him, One mud-blooded witch in praticular.

Of course it didn't help he was developing a strong fascination for her either. Or that he knew that Severus Snape was her lover. All that didn't matter to his cracked mind.

"I don't like you calling me Hermione when were in bed." growled the dark haired girl as she stalked away from him. Sure she was just one of his many girls but she had pride.

Draco let her go and he began to contrive a plot to tear her and Snape apart. It would require a bit of Dark Art's but his father had left him everything.

The fruit of his labour,had taken the form of a book,green and leather bound with silver lettering.He smirked as he sent it off. "Just in time for Christmas.." he muttered.