A/N: SCHOOL'S OUT!!! WOOOOOOH. I am now officially a senior. : D But,
in the story world...I won't have any more updates till much later this
weekend. I'm going to Cedar Point for the school picnic for tomorrow and
Friday, and then I'm coming home to throw a big party! But I promise
you'll have something to read by Monday night. Sound good? Awesome possum!
And thank you all for reviewing!! It makes me want to add more stuff quicker, so if you all review more, I'll post more! It's a give and take sort of thing. (
Hermione had a hard time concentrating on not stepping on Dean Thomas' foot. He was wheeling her around almost as haphazardly as Dumbledore had. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Watching Severus sitting at the Head Table slowly sipping his drink, she was half tempted to moan aloud. There he was, and she couldn't have him. Well...not at the moment anyway.
When the end of the dance came, Hermione couldn't be more relieved. She glanced over to Harry and Ginny, who were still grooving away on the dance floor. There was reluctance in Ginny's eyes to leave, and Harry indulged her in being the last couple on the floor as the music stopped and the lights came on. Hermione was ready to bolt back to her room. There would be no sneaking off into the dungeons today; she would simply use her fireplace. The walk back to the common room was a quick one, and Hermione was thankful.
Back in the common room, the party was still roaring. Hermione claimed that she had a headache, and soon she was making her way eagerly to her room. Ginny waved her goodbye, along with more than a few boys that Hermione had made an impression on. As she looked at the girl next to Harry, she saw her smile, Harry's hand in hers. They looked so cute together, and she imagined that they would soon do some sneaking off of their own. The had stayed in the Great Hall all night, which Hermione thought was a good idea because Filch had busted quite a few couples getting a little too friendly for his liking near the lake and in empty classrooms. And as she gave a last look pushing open the door to the hallway that would take her to her room, her fireplace, and then Severus, she saw a loving glow in Harry's eyes. Then the two stood, and left the commotion of the common room in preference of some time alone.
Hermione wasted no time when she had returned to her room. A small bag already contained whatever she could possibly need in the night, although with a connection straight to her room she hadn't really needed to bring anything. And soon she was stepping into the fire.
She was wet before she'd even reached the other side. It was enough having to sit there all night and stare at Severus in his black leather pants. They were extremely tight, and didn't leave too much to the imagination. His turtleneck was also extremely sexy when paired with the pants, and Hermione thought of running her hands down his taut chest and pulling off the smooth fabric.
When she emerged from the fire, his hands were over his head, holding his shirt above him. He smiled, and began to walk towards her. Hermione looked at the dress, which she had handled so delicately before. It hung on her like a second skin, and she longed to be free of it. To feel her lover's smooth skin rubbing, stroking against her. Snape smiled as she pulled at it, starting to undo the ribbons on the front of the corset. He put a hand out to stop her. A hand that rested firmly on top of a breast. Hermione inhaled sharply, and crushed his hand between their bodies as she pushed her lips against his. They were unbelievable soft like always, and she longed to make them rougher. She forced her tongue into his mouth, hot and ready for him already. He laughed against her and Hermione ran a hand down his back. Her fingers spread over his arse through the tight fabric. She clutched at him, driving her hips into him, damning the constraints of clothes.
"I can't wait." She muttered against his lips, not wanting to lose his touch. He pushed his erection into her, and she opened her legs, bending her knees so that he could get closer. Again her hands went for her dress.
"Leave it on." His eyes were even darker with passion, and he had dropped a finger to play over her nipple. Hermione moaned, and he lifted her easily and carried her to his bed. His hands fumbled for a moment with her skirts while she held his head in her hands, pulling him into her so that his tongue roamed deeper into her mouth. He was so soft and warm, and Hermione felt an arousal stronger than she'd ever known. Her fingers traveled downwards as he pulled off her underwear. She grabbed his cock hard, and pulled down on it forcefully. Snape looked at her and growled.
"Fuck me." Hermione hissed, and surprised herself. She'd never been so demanding before. Snape only seemed amused. Briefly, that is, before he pulled her tights off so fast they ripped almost in two. He kissed her with a passion Hermione hadn't ever seen before, not even in him. She stroked him again, and he was rock hard.
"Now." She demanded, and they scrambled to get Snape out of his pants. She barely had time to register the tight black silk boxers he was vehemently pulling off. In a moment he was naked, and Hermione gathered her dress up as high as she could. The skirts came up high anyway, and she reached out for Severus as he rammed into her. Hermione gasped as he filled her. She squirmed under him, pushing her hips forwards and contracting around him as she pushed her lips onto his and contracted them around his tongue. Her teeth scraped over his tongue, and she bit down gently as he slammed into her again. He was holding onto her, and Hermione pulsed against his touch. A firm hand was on the small of her back, and they rocked together, him pulling her to him as he throbbed inside her.
"Hermione." Her name was low on his lips, and he whispered into her neck as he dipped his tongue there. He sucked on her flesh until Hermione was sure that it was red, and he didn't even stop then. She was going to be bruised tomorrow, and for once she shoved herself to him, wanting him to suck harder. He dropped his teeth down to the curve of her breasts and nipped at them playfully as he moved his cock inside her.
"You're so fucking sexy." She breathed, her hands reaching behind and under him to graze across his balls. Snape chuckled. Here he was, on top of Hermione Granger, who never swore, and he was pounding into her with all he had. He stopped laughing when she gave him a swift tug. He could feel his release coming, and her's too.
Hermione panted for breath. She was sweating, and staring into her lover's eyes as he moved within her. A cloud of bliss was almost engulfing her, and he pushed any thoughts of reality as he dove into her over and over and over again. His fingers brushed against her clit and he whispered in her ear.
"I love you Hermione. Beautiful." He slipped out of her for a moment before burying himself in again. "Amazing." Out and in. "Sexy." He pulled out completely, and Hermione let out a moan. Not now, he couldn't stop now! And then all thoughts were lost as he propelled his hips forward, and sheathed himself in her deeper than ever before. She screamed.
They came calling each other's names, holding on to each other, and wrapped in a kiss. When they fell back to lie on the bed, Snape had pulled her to him, his arms around her protectively. He stayed in her, and they spent hours in bed. Making love, talking, and making glorious love all over again until the wee hours of the morning.
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Severus Snape awoke to an immense pain. He groaned sleepily, and turned over, not wanting to wake Hermione. The girl reached out for him in her sleep as he moved away from her, and he tucked his bedspread closer to her, trying to fill the void as he got up. He knew this pain; he had woken up to it many nights before. White, hot, sharp stings were shooting up and down his arm, and his head ached. He looked down at his forearm...and the Dark Mark burned black. 'I have to get to Dumbledore.' And he hurried to get dressed, putting on his cloak and a heavy winter robe. He would be going out tonight.
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The old Head Master sat, the usual twinkle in his eyes gone in the early hours of the morning. Severus' news had not come as a surprise to him. He knew that the Dark Lord was waiting, biding his time until he could easily wreak havoc on the wizard world. Fudge was currently out of the county...and if Dumbledore left the school to help run the wizarding world, Hogwarts would surely be attacked. His blue eyes seemed almost gray today; like the sky, like the night, like the slow spout of evil filtering around Hogwarts. If Voldemort was going to make his comeback, now would be the perfect opportunity for him. Dumbledore sighed, staring into the deep black eyes of the man before him.
"I don't know that I can ask you to go again, Severus. You've done so much for us already. It would only be a great risk to yourself if you returned now. No doubt Voldemort knows of your infidelity." He spoke softly, though Snape caught every word. Inside of his mind a battle was raging. If he returned he might have a chance to convince Voldemort that he had made a terrible mistake, and that he was truly on the Dark Side. If not, he could very well be killed. But the world was not safe now, especially with Fudge gone...and he had a chance to help. Gritting his teeth and staring into his old friend's eyes, he decided what he had to do.
"I'm going." He stood, and the Head Master stood, but did not stop him. "I don't know when I may return." He whispered, and they both knew that there was a great chance the answer to that could be never. Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder.
"You had better leave now...Voldemort will be suspicious of a delay." Snape nodded. The faintest hint of a smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips. "I will give a note to the house elves to put in your room."
Snape stared. "Head Master?" He narrowed his eyes, confused.
"I believe that someone will wonder where you've run off to when she awakens." He turned away the very moment a slight blush crept onto Snape's cheeks, and he was grateful for the old wizard.
"Thank you." A small smile was met with a larger one, and Snape turned to exit, his black cloak and robes flowing behind him.
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Once outside of Hogwarts, the potions master took a look at the dark grounds around him.
"I will see you again, Hermione, my love." He promised, though there was no one there. And in a moment, neither was he.
Meanwhile, on a dark hill in Wath-Upon-Dearne a cold and high voice was speaking...
"This will be our new meeting place. It is dangerous to return to the last because of that damned Potter!" He spit out the Boy Who Lived's name like a foul taste on his tongue, and continued. "The time of revenge is upon us. Tonight the blood will spill out over the land...blood of the innocent, blood of those who have betrayed me...and blood of those who dare to challenge Lord VOLDEMORT!" The hooded figure turned. A man in black had just joined the circle. His normal spot had been closed, and the other figures around him were reluctant to let him in...but he pushed his way through to stare his master in the eye...and bowed.
And thank you all for reviewing!! It makes me want to add more stuff quicker, so if you all review more, I'll post more! It's a give and take sort of thing. (
Hermione had a hard time concentrating on not stepping on Dean Thomas' foot. He was wheeling her around almost as haphazardly as Dumbledore had. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Watching Severus sitting at the Head Table slowly sipping his drink, she was half tempted to moan aloud. There he was, and she couldn't have him. Well...not at the moment anyway.
When the end of the dance came, Hermione couldn't be more relieved. She glanced over to Harry and Ginny, who were still grooving away on the dance floor. There was reluctance in Ginny's eyes to leave, and Harry indulged her in being the last couple on the floor as the music stopped and the lights came on. Hermione was ready to bolt back to her room. There would be no sneaking off into the dungeons today; she would simply use her fireplace. The walk back to the common room was a quick one, and Hermione was thankful.
Back in the common room, the party was still roaring. Hermione claimed that she had a headache, and soon she was making her way eagerly to her room. Ginny waved her goodbye, along with more than a few boys that Hermione had made an impression on. As she looked at the girl next to Harry, she saw her smile, Harry's hand in hers. They looked so cute together, and she imagined that they would soon do some sneaking off of their own. The had stayed in the Great Hall all night, which Hermione thought was a good idea because Filch had busted quite a few couples getting a little too friendly for his liking near the lake and in empty classrooms. And as she gave a last look pushing open the door to the hallway that would take her to her room, her fireplace, and then Severus, she saw a loving glow in Harry's eyes. Then the two stood, and left the commotion of the common room in preference of some time alone.
Hermione wasted no time when she had returned to her room. A small bag already contained whatever she could possibly need in the night, although with a connection straight to her room she hadn't really needed to bring anything. And soon she was stepping into the fire.
She was wet before she'd even reached the other side. It was enough having to sit there all night and stare at Severus in his black leather pants. They were extremely tight, and didn't leave too much to the imagination. His turtleneck was also extremely sexy when paired with the pants, and Hermione thought of running her hands down his taut chest and pulling off the smooth fabric.
When she emerged from the fire, his hands were over his head, holding his shirt above him. He smiled, and began to walk towards her. Hermione looked at the dress, which she had handled so delicately before. It hung on her like a second skin, and she longed to be free of it. To feel her lover's smooth skin rubbing, stroking against her. Snape smiled as she pulled at it, starting to undo the ribbons on the front of the corset. He put a hand out to stop her. A hand that rested firmly on top of a breast. Hermione inhaled sharply, and crushed his hand between their bodies as she pushed her lips against his. They were unbelievable soft like always, and she longed to make them rougher. She forced her tongue into his mouth, hot and ready for him already. He laughed against her and Hermione ran a hand down his back. Her fingers spread over his arse through the tight fabric. She clutched at him, driving her hips into him, damning the constraints of clothes.
"I can't wait." She muttered against his lips, not wanting to lose his touch. He pushed his erection into her, and she opened her legs, bending her knees so that he could get closer. Again her hands went for her dress.
"Leave it on." His eyes were even darker with passion, and he had dropped a finger to play over her nipple. Hermione moaned, and he lifted her easily and carried her to his bed. His hands fumbled for a moment with her skirts while she held his head in her hands, pulling him into her so that his tongue roamed deeper into her mouth. He was so soft and warm, and Hermione felt an arousal stronger than she'd ever known. Her fingers traveled downwards as he pulled off her underwear. She grabbed his cock hard, and pulled down on it forcefully. Snape looked at her and growled.
"Fuck me." Hermione hissed, and surprised herself. She'd never been so demanding before. Snape only seemed amused. Briefly, that is, before he pulled her tights off so fast they ripped almost in two. He kissed her with a passion Hermione hadn't ever seen before, not even in him. She stroked him again, and he was rock hard.
"Now." She demanded, and they scrambled to get Snape out of his pants. She barely had time to register the tight black silk boxers he was vehemently pulling off. In a moment he was naked, and Hermione gathered her dress up as high as she could. The skirts came up high anyway, and she reached out for Severus as he rammed into her. Hermione gasped as he filled her. She squirmed under him, pushing her hips forwards and contracting around him as she pushed her lips onto his and contracted them around his tongue. Her teeth scraped over his tongue, and she bit down gently as he slammed into her again. He was holding onto her, and Hermione pulsed against his touch. A firm hand was on the small of her back, and they rocked together, him pulling her to him as he throbbed inside her.
"Hermione." Her name was low on his lips, and he whispered into her neck as he dipped his tongue there. He sucked on her flesh until Hermione was sure that it was red, and he didn't even stop then. She was going to be bruised tomorrow, and for once she shoved herself to him, wanting him to suck harder. He dropped his teeth down to the curve of her breasts and nipped at them playfully as he moved his cock inside her.
"You're so fucking sexy." She breathed, her hands reaching behind and under him to graze across his balls. Snape chuckled. Here he was, on top of Hermione Granger, who never swore, and he was pounding into her with all he had. He stopped laughing when she gave him a swift tug. He could feel his release coming, and her's too.
Hermione panted for breath. She was sweating, and staring into her lover's eyes as he moved within her. A cloud of bliss was almost engulfing her, and he pushed any thoughts of reality as he dove into her over and over and over again. His fingers brushed against her clit and he whispered in her ear.
"I love you Hermione. Beautiful." He slipped out of her for a moment before burying himself in again. "Amazing." Out and in. "Sexy." He pulled out completely, and Hermione let out a moan. Not now, he couldn't stop now! And then all thoughts were lost as he propelled his hips forward, and sheathed himself in her deeper than ever before. She screamed.
They came calling each other's names, holding on to each other, and wrapped in a kiss. When they fell back to lie on the bed, Snape had pulled her to him, his arms around her protectively. He stayed in her, and they spent hours in bed. Making love, talking, and making glorious love all over again until the wee hours of the morning.
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Severus Snape awoke to an immense pain. He groaned sleepily, and turned over, not wanting to wake Hermione. The girl reached out for him in her sleep as he moved away from her, and he tucked his bedspread closer to her, trying to fill the void as he got up. He knew this pain; he had woken up to it many nights before. White, hot, sharp stings were shooting up and down his arm, and his head ached. He looked down at his forearm...and the Dark Mark burned black. 'I have to get to Dumbledore.' And he hurried to get dressed, putting on his cloak and a heavy winter robe. He would be going out tonight.
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The old Head Master sat, the usual twinkle in his eyes gone in the early hours of the morning. Severus' news had not come as a surprise to him. He knew that the Dark Lord was waiting, biding his time until he could easily wreak havoc on the wizard world. Fudge was currently out of the county...and if Dumbledore left the school to help run the wizarding world, Hogwarts would surely be attacked. His blue eyes seemed almost gray today; like the sky, like the night, like the slow spout of evil filtering around Hogwarts. If Voldemort was going to make his comeback, now would be the perfect opportunity for him. Dumbledore sighed, staring into the deep black eyes of the man before him.
"I don't know that I can ask you to go again, Severus. You've done so much for us already. It would only be a great risk to yourself if you returned now. No doubt Voldemort knows of your infidelity." He spoke softly, though Snape caught every word. Inside of his mind a battle was raging. If he returned he might have a chance to convince Voldemort that he had made a terrible mistake, and that he was truly on the Dark Side. If not, he could very well be killed. But the world was not safe now, especially with Fudge gone...and he had a chance to help. Gritting his teeth and staring into his old friend's eyes, he decided what he had to do.
"I'm going." He stood, and the Head Master stood, but did not stop him. "I don't know when I may return." He whispered, and they both knew that there was a great chance the answer to that could be never. Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder.
"You had better leave now...Voldemort will be suspicious of a delay." Snape nodded. The faintest hint of a smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips. "I will give a note to the house elves to put in your room."
Snape stared. "Head Master?" He narrowed his eyes, confused.
"I believe that someone will wonder where you've run off to when she awakens." He turned away the very moment a slight blush crept onto Snape's cheeks, and he was grateful for the old wizard.
"Thank you." A small smile was met with a larger one, and Snape turned to exit, his black cloak and robes flowing behind him.
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Once outside of Hogwarts, the potions master took a look at the dark grounds around him.
"I will see you again, Hermione, my love." He promised, though there was no one there. And in a moment, neither was he.
Meanwhile, on a dark hill in Wath-Upon-Dearne a cold and high voice was speaking...
"This will be our new meeting place. It is dangerous to return to the last because of that damned Potter!" He spit out the Boy Who Lived's name like a foul taste on his tongue, and continued. "The time of revenge is upon us. Tonight the blood will spill out over the land...blood of the innocent, blood of those who have betrayed me...and blood of those who dare to challenge Lord VOLDEMORT!" The hooded figure turned. A man in black had just joined the circle. His normal spot had been closed, and the other figures around him were reluctant to let him in...but he pushed his way through to stare his master in the eye...and bowed.