Oh, J.K, you came and wrote such mint stories, hurry up, we all need some morey!(excuse my retardedness!)
Severus stood rooted to the spot, Hermione edging closer towards him all the time, his mind telling him to go, but his heart telling him to stay at the same time. He could tell she was furious, which came as a surprise, because he never thought she'd be angry at him dancing with her, though he had never planned for her to find out, so this was a bit unexpected.
"Where did you find that, Miss Granger?" His smooth voice, still calm as it ever was, didn't show the thoughts racing through his head, telling him she hated him, over and over, repeating all the time.
"I was looking for a quill, Severus, and came across this. What a surprise I got!" Her voice full of anger, malice and questioning. Severus had never before felt intimidated as he did just then but decided to fight fire with fire.
"And what, pray tell, gave you the right to go through my draws, Miss Granger?" He snarled in response.
"If things were so absolutely private, they wouldn't be found in your draws, would they, Severus?" she responded, emphasising the Severus in a sarcastic way, he had never heard her talk like this before and he wasn't about to give in to these childish games.
"That particular draw was locked, Miss Granger," His angry voice echoed off the wall, "doesn't that give you the impression you should give your interfering nose out, at least for once in your life? Of course, Miss Granger is too good for there to be any rules set for her, isn't she?" Hermione's cheeks flushed, and Snape realised he had gone too far.
"Is it some kind of sick joke, Severus? Did your Slytherins dare you? Some kind of game, perhaps, lets see how long it takes Hermione to guess. Ten points if she is attracted to the masked stranged, fifty if she goes in search of him?" Her voice was low, so full of emotion, "Pathetic. Thats what you are, Severus Snape. PATHETIC!" She screamed and spun on her heel to walk out, Severus walking after her and grabbing her arm. "Give me a reason to scream, and I will, Severus, Just give me a reason. Now, LET. GO. OF. ME!" He let go, and she walked out, leaving him there for all of two minutes, deciding to go after her. She notice him, tailing her and minutes later, Dumbledore walked past, not looking their way, but a small smile playing in the corners of his mouth, wondering how long it would take. Severus tried to grab Hermione again, her flinging him off at that attempt, but on his third go, he pinned her to the wall.
"Now, you've said what you needed to say, have you not, Miss Granger?" Snape, smiling maliciously, asked her. She looked scared but he didn't care. Her hands lunged towards his neck, as if to choke him, Severus not quick enough to defend himself, but he didn't need to. As her hands, reaching his neck, slid up into his thick, black, glossy hair, she pulled him towards her, kissing him passionately, her hands everywhere and nowhere all at once. Knowing that this wasn't the place for this type of meeting but not wanting to part, the couple made their way down the corridor, still in their passionate clinch, hitting the walls, or portraits every so often, earning squeals of anger from Vi the witch and a threat from Sir Cadogan. Finally, reaching an empty room with a lock, the retreated in, locking the door after them and Hermione pushed Snape down onto the desk, their faces pushing harder together, wanting more and more as every second went on, him pulling her body into his, and her, panting, roughing him up in a way that made him feel amazing. Eventually, Hermione surfaced, looking him square in the eye, and giggled.
"Wow, I've never done that before!" She laughed breathlessly, as his hand moved slowly round her face, through the glowing auburn hair. He sat bolt upright suddenly and pushed her away.
"This isn't right" He growled, "Its just heat of the moment action, it didn't mean anything." He felt horrible, avoiding her eyes on purpose, knowing the wounded look was there.
"But.....I love you!" She had said it, those three words that he had dreamt she would say for so long, she had said them to him, Severus Snape, make no mistake. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, she had ripped away that privilege a long time ago.
"I love you too, Hermione, but it won't work," He felt himself ripping his heart out, stamping on it.
"We can make it work!" She looked earnestly up at him, "We've taken so long to discover these feelings, we can't throw it away now!"
"But what would the students say? What would the headmaster say?" he sighed.
"Who gives a damn, Severus? WHO CARES? This is love, not lust, but the real thing, it happens once in your life, I can't give you up now! I swore to Harry before he left that I would be happy, and I plan to be, but I can only be happy with you by my side! Can't you see, Severus? Its no longer you and me, its us!" Hermione blurted it all out, quite clearly getting riled up with every word she spoke. "You look me in the eye and tell me you can walk out of that room, and never look back, knowing that you've lost out on love. You do that and I won't ever question your descision, or beg you to change your mind, if you can do that one thing." She said, quite simply. Snape turned and began to walk towards the door, Hermione looking away, her heart slowly tearing in two. The door closed gently, and she looked up, silent tears embracing her cheeks, to see Severus stood there, a small smile playing on his face.
"Screw Dumbledore" He said, walking briskly towards her, cupping her chin in his hand, and kissing her, not as he had before, but gently, romantically, the way he thought she deserved to be treated, like the Goddess she was. He slowly unbuttoned her robes, and slipped them off, leaving her stood there in her normal everyday clothes, a simple white vest top and bootleg jeans, classic yet sexy, he thought, but still too much. He raised the top over her head, just as Armando stuck his head into the portrait frame.
"For Merlin's sake! This was not in the job description," Armando muttered, covering his eyes, and retreating.
Sat in his office, Dumbledore waited for Dippet to return and when Armando danced across the portrait, wearing a sombrero and singing "Feeling hot, hot, hot!", Dumbledore smiled, knowing things would soon change.
Hermione felt apprehensive as she stood half naked in front of Snape, no man ever going this far with her before but she wanted it. She wanted it so much, she knew that, but it was nerve wracking all the same. She nuzzled into his neck, as she felt him undo the button and pull down the zip of her jeans, then the jeans falling around her ankles, her kicking them off. Severus pulled away just long enough to drop curtains, including over the portraits, and then resumed what he was doing. Eventually, Hermione was stood there, albeit in dimmed lights, completely naked. She had never felt so vulnerable but she knew Severus wouldn't take advantage. After Snape muttered a spell, causing candles to be lit around them, and had found a blanket made of velvet, he lit the fire, and pulled her over there, sitting them both down on the rug in front. She slowly undressed him, as he had done her, leaving him bare too, him looking even more terrified than she had been. She reacher forwards, and brought his hands onto her body, resting them on her breasts and moving all the way down to her thigh. Both kneeling on the rug, she pulled the blanket around them, and though she had let go of his hands, they continued to move over her, moving down and in, pleasuring her making her groan. She pulled his legs apart and moved closer. Finally, his hands left what they were doing and he entered her, causing her to moan, slowly at first but speeding up as they made love, hard and fast. After an hour of what Hermione believed may have been the most pleasurable feeling she had ever experienced, she lay down on his chest, feeling completely satisfied.
"I love you, Severus" she whispered to him before drifting off to sleep. They couldn't possibly have expected what lay ahead of them.
Severus stood rooted to the spot, Hermione edging closer towards him all the time, his mind telling him to go, but his heart telling him to stay at the same time. He could tell she was furious, which came as a surprise, because he never thought she'd be angry at him dancing with her, though he had never planned for her to find out, so this was a bit unexpected.
"Where did you find that, Miss Granger?" His smooth voice, still calm as it ever was, didn't show the thoughts racing through his head, telling him she hated him, over and over, repeating all the time.
"I was looking for a quill, Severus, and came across this. What a surprise I got!" Her voice full of anger, malice and questioning. Severus had never before felt intimidated as he did just then but decided to fight fire with fire.
"And what, pray tell, gave you the right to go through my draws, Miss Granger?" He snarled in response.
"If things were so absolutely private, they wouldn't be found in your draws, would they, Severus?" she responded, emphasising the Severus in a sarcastic way, he had never heard her talk like this before and he wasn't about to give in to these childish games.
"That particular draw was locked, Miss Granger," His angry voice echoed off the wall, "doesn't that give you the impression you should give your interfering nose out, at least for once in your life? Of course, Miss Granger is too good for there to be any rules set for her, isn't she?" Hermione's cheeks flushed, and Snape realised he had gone too far.
"Is it some kind of sick joke, Severus? Did your Slytherins dare you? Some kind of game, perhaps, lets see how long it takes Hermione to guess. Ten points if she is attracted to the masked stranged, fifty if she goes in search of him?" Her voice was low, so full of emotion, "Pathetic. Thats what you are, Severus Snape. PATHETIC!" She screamed and spun on her heel to walk out, Severus walking after her and grabbing her arm. "Give me a reason to scream, and I will, Severus, Just give me a reason. Now, LET. GO. OF. ME!" He let go, and she walked out, leaving him there for all of two minutes, deciding to go after her. She notice him, tailing her and minutes later, Dumbledore walked past, not looking their way, but a small smile playing in the corners of his mouth, wondering how long it would take. Severus tried to grab Hermione again, her flinging him off at that attempt, but on his third go, he pinned her to the wall.
"Now, you've said what you needed to say, have you not, Miss Granger?" Snape, smiling maliciously, asked her. She looked scared but he didn't care. Her hands lunged towards his neck, as if to choke him, Severus not quick enough to defend himself, but he didn't need to. As her hands, reaching his neck, slid up into his thick, black, glossy hair, she pulled him towards her, kissing him passionately, her hands everywhere and nowhere all at once. Knowing that this wasn't the place for this type of meeting but not wanting to part, the couple made their way down the corridor, still in their passionate clinch, hitting the walls, or portraits every so often, earning squeals of anger from Vi the witch and a threat from Sir Cadogan. Finally, reaching an empty room with a lock, the retreated in, locking the door after them and Hermione pushed Snape down onto the desk, their faces pushing harder together, wanting more and more as every second went on, him pulling her body into his, and her, panting, roughing him up in a way that made him feel amazing. Eventually, Hermione surfaced, looking him square in the eye, and giggled.
"Wow, I've never done that before!" She laughed breathlessly, as his hand moved slowly round her face, through the glowing auburn hair. He sat bolt upright suddenly and pushed her away.
"This isn't right" He growled, "Its just heat of the moment action, it didn't mean anything." He felt horrible, avoiding her eyes on purpose, knowing the wounded look was there.
"But.....I love you!" She had said it, those three words that he had dreamt she would say for so long, she had said them to him, Severus Snape, make no mistake. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, she had ripped away that privilege a long time ago.
"I love you too, Hermione, but it won't work," He felt himself ripping his heart out, stamping on it.
"We can make it work!" She looked earnestly up at him, "We've taken so long to discover these feelings, we can't throw it away now!"
"But what would the students say? What would the headmaster say?" he sighed.
"Who gives a damn, Severus? WHO CARES? This is love, not lust, but the real thing, it happens once in your life, I can't give you up now! I swore to Harry before he left that I would be happy, and I plan to be, but I can only be happy with you by my side! Can't you see, Severus? Its no longer you and me, its us!" Hermione blurted it all out, quite clearly getting riled up with every word she spoke. "You look me in the eye and tell me you can walk out of that room, and never look back, knowing that you've lost out on love. You do that and I won't ever question your descision, or beg you to change your mind, if you can do that one thing." She said, quite simply. Snape turned and began to walk towards the door, Hermione looking away, her heart slowly tearing in two. The door closed gently, and she looked up, silent tears embracing her cheeks, to see Severus stood there, a small smile playing on his face.
"Screw Dumbledore" He said, walking briskly towards her, cupping her chin in his hand, and kissing her, not as he had before, but gently, romantically, the way he thought she deserved to be treated, like the Goddess she was. He slowly unbuttoned her robes, and slipped them off, leaving her stood there in her normal everyday clothes, a simple white vest top and bootleg jeans, classic yet sexy, he thought, but still too much. He raised the top over her head, just as Armando stuck his head into the portrait frame.
"For Merlin's sake! This was not in the job description," Armando muttered, covering his eyes, and retreating.
Sat in his office, Dumbledore waited for Dippet to return and when Armando danced across the portrait, wearing a sombrero and singing "Feeling hot, hot, hot!", Dumbledore smiled, knowing things would soon change.
Hermione felt apprehensive as she stood half naked in front of Snape, no man ever going this far with her before but she wanted it. She wanted it so much, she knew that, but it was nerve wracking all the same. She nuzzled into his neck, as she felt him undo the button and pull down the zip of her jeans, then the jeans falling around her ankles, her kicking them off. Severus pulled away just long enough to drop curtains, including over the portraits, and then resumed what he was doing. Eventually, Hermione was stood there, albeit in dimmed lights, completely naked. She had never felt so vulnerable but she knew Severus wouldn't take advantage. After Snape muttered a spell, causing candles to be lit around them, and had found a blanket made of velvet, he lit the fire, and pulled her over there, sitting them both down on the rug in front. She slowly undressed him, as he had done her, leaving him bare too, him looking even more terrified than she had been. She reacher forwards, and brought his hands onto her body, resting them on her breasts and moving all the way down to her thigh. Both kneeling on the rug, she pulled the blanket around them, and though she had let go of his hands, they continued to move over her, moving down and in, pleasuring her making her groan. She pulled his legs apart and moved closer. Finally, his hands left what they were doing and he entered her, causing her to moan, slowly at first but speeding up as they made love, hard and fast. After an hour of what Hermione believed may have been the most pleasurable feeling she had ever experienced, she lay down on his chest, feeling completely satisfied.
"I love you, Severus" she whispered to him before drifting off to sleep. They couldn't possibly have expected what lay ahead of them.