Disclaimer: Same stuff applies, Harry Potter isn't mine, so far - I haven't seen any resemblance to any other sources. Two more chapters to go, and then back to my "novel" fic. Hmmm…this is beginning to be a trip for me, lol. I feel as if I'm going crazy trying to picture the confusion and speed that their minds must be going through.
Crystal Angel- "Chapter Three: The Lovers"
Hermione lie in bed, weeks after the talk with Snape in his chambers that lead to her experience with Crystal Angel. Her body craved the feeling again, of her Lover. That's what it was like to her, a Lover, worshipping her like she never had been before.
Her body was just thrown on the bed; she had collapsed on top of it, and shut the curtains around her, leaving her in darkness, and in silence. She pulled a Muggle CD player from under the pillow, and bewitched it to play, putting the headphones to her ears, the trippy music played, reminding her of the parties and the underground raves, the chemicals she let herself into, the situations she walked into. Amazing, she thought, how I'm still alive and well.
"Come on." Ron's voice came out of nowhere inside her mind, her past, her little memory she put herself into. He was leaning over her bed, under Harry's cloak, getting her up to go out. It was incredibly late at night; if they were caught…she didn't want to think about it. "Hermione, come on, let's go." his voice beckoned. She pulled herself out of bed, and laughing, they ran down the corridors of the castle.
Hermione frowned at her memory. Every time, during the summer, she had to go out to make money in the most unrespectable way for this year, she never saw the man, she only remembered this night, only remembered his face, his hands. Blindly, she reached into her pillowcase and pulled out a bottle, and in darkness, pulled out a pill. She put it in her mouth, and let it sizzle, let it dissolve. Thank God for the Muggles. The tablet in her system, the music got louder, the beats pounded harder into her soul, causing what felt like ripples going to her toes with each beat. Her mind sizzled, and then flew, the memory coming in clearer, more vivid.
Running, they were running down the halls, and then Ron stopped her and put her up against a wall, kissing her through her giggles. First love, this was, the perfect schoolgirl Hermione - in love! And what a wonderful love, she thought as they fiercely kissed, using the wall as support. She felt his hands run down the front of her robe, and struggle to undo buttons and latches, to get closer to her. Her hands ran down the length of his back, resting at his waist, pulling him closer. Buttons undid, hands searching, they tried to keep the sounds down of their voices, of their moans, but it was so hard.
Hermione pulled her hands up into her hair as the tablet she just took when full force, and she felt lighter than air, anything possible, never ending. The music pounded harder, and had now a life of it's own, she wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanting to relieve the ecstasy she was feeling into a another soul, to hear him moan, to hear him scream while she was behind him.
She heard Ron pant her name, over and over, with forceful blows inside her system. She heard she replies, vulgar to anything outside the situation, but it drove him on, deeper, harder, faster. She smelled the sweat, and the tears, tasted the liquids, and the confusion of emotions and hormones. She felt the flight of them, and then it exploded inside her mind along with her memory, and Hermione found herself suppressing a scream of Love and reaching out to the invisible Ron on top of her bed, the music still being terrible in it's pounding, not slowing, as Hermione mind flew, and she gripped the sheets in a rage of feeling, conflicting emotions. Again she reached to the redhead that was once hers, but was off - with another girl (who Snape said was nothing but a Bimbo), taking in the pleasures that were once reserved just for her.
Snape, oh Snape. Bring me you, bring me back the phial of the one you call Crystal Angel, let me feel the warmth of your body and feel your chest rumble as you continue to torture me with deep words of inspiration and intelligence. Tell me I deserve better, tell me I deserve the world, her thoughts ran with the pounding music, faster, faster, harder, faster, more crazy by the second, another beat came in to counteract the first, and a siren whirled in the background of it all. She was sinking in the bed she was laying on, which now felt of feathers and down. A pulsing light came into her view, and she kicked and grunted, knowing not to make more noise than possible. She grinded her body against the air, hugged her pillow tight, as the pill…or the tablet - she no longer cared…carried her off into space, past the moon, past the stars.
White.
Bright white light.
She remained still…music still pounding…rhythmic pulses confusing her further and further. Her mind still flew, but she stayed still, not knowing what just happened.
A voice.
An angry voice. She felt the headphones being pulled from her ears…the music fading as the headphones were being dragged from her ears.
The voice again, and she listened.
"Professor Snape demands to see you in his office, Granger." the cold words of a girl snapped. Then darkness as the girl jerked the curtains back together.
Hermione laid there again, quiet, still flying. She knew the words and the girl were real. Slowly, she tried to ground herself until she got to the dungeons.
The Dungeons.
Snape.
Crystal Angel.
She flew from her bed, and ran to the mirror that was on the wall on the other side of the dorm. She straightened her long black skirt, and then the top; a deep purple three quarter wrap around, with the same low cut V-neck. She threw her school robe. Quickly re applied eyeliner and lipstick (still wooing a bit from the flight she was trying to control, and it threatened to take control once again), and hurried to the dungeons.
Pounding, on his door. Snape was concentrating deeply into the flames, where he saw Great Angel's eyes, demanding to know why the girl was not dead yet. His mind was overloaded his mind was panicked. What would she do if Hermione was not dead soon? He called her for many reasons, many reasons…he wanted to see her, and he wanted to be with her again. A part of him wanted to rebel against the Great Angel. He wanted to see if she had survived the weeks without him close by. Nobody had yet noticed the looks he gave her, not even her. He watched her, studied her. Oh, please let that be her pounding on that door.
He crossed the room and opened the door. And there stood his lady before him, higher than the clouds, eyes as dark as night and lips as red as blood. Her hair haphazardly in her face. She rocked back and forth before him, back and forth, trying to pen some of the energy she felt running through her veins.
"Professor Snape." she said.
"Ms. Granger." he repeated the polite transition. And they stood. In silence. Soon, the eyes from the fireplace were too much, and he had to get out. Stepping out of the room, he shut the door behind him, and looked at Hermione.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" he asked.
The outdoors were beautiful, sun was out, warm and chilly, the birds preparing to leave for warmer ground, many flying overhead, and two figures quickly walked the grounds, and down a path into the Forbidden Forest. No body noticed, these two people nobody wanted to notice.
"Follow me, Hermione." Snape said as he led her into the Forest. She followed, not to closely as if they were to be seen. After minutes of walking, they came upon a clearing in the field. The grass was greener than the rest, and the sun filtered in just enough to cause beams of light.
Her drugged mind took in the sight with awe, the colors in a bright, over-emphasized Technicolor. "Oh." she breathed. "It's beautiful."
Minutes later, they lie together on the ground, their heads fitting into the others shoulder, like a line, staring up into the clouds, with the background blindness of the sun shining through. Earlier, Snape opened up a pocket on his breast, and pulled out two phials, which Hermione recognized closer than immediately. He handed her a phial, exclaiming she only had felt the effect of half, and the full effect was better, and although she didn't tell him, she knew that along with her Muggle drug - life was going to be lustful bliss for the next few hours. They opened the phials slowly, almost with an air of ceremony, and drank the liquids. Feeling the liquid go down her throat again, it reminded her of Ron in the most intimate ways. Her eyes shut in extreme emotions, and she fell to the ground.
Swirls of smoke rose above them in the sunlight from a lit cigarette in Snape's hand as they lie on the ground. Hermione watched the sunlight hit the ribbons of smoke and illuminate them like beams of white neon lights. The grass tickled her, and the dirt gritted against her skin. Snape's hair blew by her, mixing with her own, and tickling her face. She raised a hand, and brushed it in the trails of the smoke, watching it split and go off into their own swirls with a wave of her hand. She felt Snape reach up and grab her hand, running his fingers along the bones of it, feeling the ridges and the valleys. Electrical current flew in between them both. And she moved her head to the side, so she watched Snape concentrate on her hand above them, swirling the smoke into the designs with her hand. He pulled her hand down, and put out the cigarette in the dirt beside him, kissing her hand, he put it on his chest and just stayed there, basking in the sunlight.
"I think I love you, Hermione." his deep throaty voice sounded. Hermione shut her eyes and smiled in a lustful way saying her fantasies were coming true.
"I think I love you, too." she exclaimed, and his head turned to her, and they stared at each other for a long time, until they kissed.
It was getting dark, and the two almost naked bodies lie back in the grass, their highs slowly reaching down, and their position was like the one on the dungeon room floor.
"Kill her." the Angel sounded to Snape. And he cringed under Hermione. He saw the Great Angel in the trees, in the woods, in the clouds. He saw her in the moon that was slowly rising to greet them with stars.
The Great Crystal Angel's jealously wasn't something you wanted to mess with, as Snape found out when he gave his loyalty to Voldemort. Hours of demented, terrible, mindless torture was bound to follow. But right now, he had her, Hermione, in his arms, and that was all that mattered to him. Later, not tonight, later, he promised the Angel, not tonight, later.