Chapter 6 - Discovered
Author: Rikka
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I'm just playing with them for a short while. I'll give them back, with a knowing smile on their faces, once I've finished with them.
A/N: I realize I have been rude in not thanking everyone who has given me a nice review. Please excuse my poor fanfic etiquette; they were appreciated, and were the main reason I am finally getting off my behind and finishing this. But—yay! Two chapters in as many hours. And…oh…so much more to come! (No pun intended…) As always, it is my 1st attempt at fanfic. Please let me know what you think!
The door to the potions classroom was unwarded, much to Draco's glee. He slipped in the room in shoes spelled to be soundless, and noticed a set of robes neatly folded beside the door. Tsk, tsk, so careless Granger. I thought you were smarter than that. Well, I know what ole Snape was thinking with at least...he thought, glancing towards the doorway to Snape's office, and presumably, his private rooms. After pondering for a few moments, he picked up the robes and walked to the office door. It was locked, yet also unwarded, and a quick Alohamora allowed him entry. Quickly placing her robes on the desk in Snape's office, he exited the rooms, his chest beating far too fast for his own comfort. Down, boy he reminded himself; yet couldn't help but imagine what was going on in the next room. He distracted his errant track of mind by assuring himself of the shock they would both have when they found the robes. Wish I could be there to see it, he thought remorsefully, heading back to Slytherin with a smirk on his face and a gleam in his eyes.
Hermione was vaguely aware of something warm and hard atop of her. Nice, very nice, she thought, her mind drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. For a few moments she enjoyed the vague feelings, comforted, before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Severus was dreaming of a quick-minded goddess, of perhaps one of the few people who didn't flinch when he came near, and though he felt himself waking he fought to stay asleep. Is this what contentment feels like? He wondered, coming out of slumber and realizing he was sleeping on-and in-something warm and soft. Hermione, he opened his eyes to see her face, peaceful next to his. He took in the sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks, noticed how her eyelashes went from brown to blonde at the tips; her lips twitched almost imperceptivity in her sleep, and his eyes made their way down her neck, to her collar bone, and her breasts...
Suddenly he was very awake, and wanted nothing more than for her to wake up as well. He shifted slightly, and she moaned in her sleep. "Severus..." she muttered, not waking up.
"I'm right here," he said, touching her lips with his fingers. Her eyes flew open, and she looked at him in shock. For a brief, frightening moment he thought maybe she regretted what had happened, but then those lips moved into a smile, and she spoke.
"I could get used to waking up like this," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
"You should go back to your rooms, don't you think?" he asked, kissing her neck.
"Mmm..." she said as he moved to her lips. "I should. It wouldn't do to be out past curfew. I might get caught by a nasty professor and be sentenced to a weeks worth detention scrubbing cauldrons in his dungeons," she said, her eyes smiling.
"Why you insolent little wench!" he said, smiling, "I'll have to correct the error of your ways," he said, and furiously began kissing her.
"Oh, please do," she said, her hands teasing whatever skin she could reach. Who are you? She asked herself as she gave in to the feeling of him once more, and once more...
Dawn came after a very long night, and Severus went out to his classrooms to retrieve her discarded robes. He stopped in the doorway to his office, spotting them sitting on his desk. "Where did you say you left them?" he asked, his heartbeat quickening.
"Next to the door of the classroom. Why?" she said, walking up behind him and looking to see what he was staring at. "Oh," was all she could think of to say, and she quickly scanned her head to make sure she wasn't imagining things. "I came in, I took my robes off, and I left them right by the door before coming to your office." She stated flatly, dread creeping up her spine.
"It would seem," he hissed, "as though I neglected to ward my classroom last night, seeing as I was quite distracted," he shot a piercing glare at her, and she felt his blame on her shoulders. She didn't want to break eye contact, but suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be back in her room in Gryffindor, and so wordlessly she walked to the desk and dressed, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. She didn't turn around and she walked out of his office, slamming the door behind her, and walking carefully out of the classroom before she allowed herself to start running back to her rooms.
Once there, she turned the bath on scalding and got in, scrubbing herself off. "Who the hell does he think he is?" she asked no one in particular. Gods, what have I done? I slept with Severus. Snape. I slept with Professor Snape. And oh Gods, if I didn't enjoy it. He was so...free. Relaxed. Almost happy. Well, I suppose that particular act makes everyone relaxed. It wasn't my fault he didn't put his bloody wards up. Who the hell moved my robes? She continued thinking, and somewhere in the back of her brain she remembered the comments Malfoy had made to her when he had snuck into their common room. She quickly abandoned that idea, not wanting to believe that he knew. Oh how will I look at Harry and Ron?
Back in his rooms, Professor Severus Snape was quite undone. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat down on the bed, inhaling her scent that lingered on his sheets.
"Bloody hell!" he yelled, and threw his glass across the room where it shattered and splashed against a bookshelf.