Snape stole glances at Hermione all through breakfast. He knew that she had changed the dream at his expense. With a sigh, he got up. He couldn't stand to see her. He couldn't stand her being happy and rested. Yes, he was jealous. But now it was time for him to take his turn. He would show her just what he could do to her, even outside of their dreams.
Moving from his place at the high table, he headed towards the double doors. Snape spoke to no one as he left. The only thing he did was glance to his left as he walked past Hermione. Once through the double doors, he headed for the dungeons. But then he had a better thought. He knew all too well that Hermione would go to the library once she was done eating. So, changing his mind, he headed for the library.
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Hermione had seen Snape get up and had felt him walk past her as he left the Great Hall. She knew that he knew about the dream. She could feel it in the way he walked by and in the way he looked at her. She knew it would come down to an all out war of their minds and she just hoped she could best him at it. And if she couldn't, then she would be forced to give into her desire, into him. Getting up from the table, Hermione followed Snape out. But she didn't follow him into the dungeons. Instead she went to the library, wanting to do a bit of quick reading for her Potions essay.
When Hermione arrived at the doors leading into the library, her thoughts were on her dream. She had changed it, just like she hoped she could, and it had worked. The man had stopped his assault on her and she would make sure that he continued to stop. Entering the library, she walked to the Potions section. And to her amazement, there was Snape. She could have sworn she had seen him head for the dungeons. Snape looked up at her with a grim expression on his face. Hermione smiled at him, trying to get past the oddness of finding him there.
"Hello, Professor."
Snape nodded. "Miss Granger." He looked away from her, going back to the book on the table in front of him. She noticed that he looked more tired and paler then normal. But why? Surely being a bit sleep deprived couldn't weaken him that much. Hermione pushed her thoughts aside, looking for the book with the Double Draft of Dreams in it. She wanted to make sure that her changing the dreams wouldn't hurt anything. But it was gone from the shelf. Glancing over at Snape, she saw that he didn't have it. With a sigh she sat down, pulling out some Potions homework.
Getting back up, she scanned the shelves for the needed book. But like before, it too was missing. Hermione didn't bother looking at Snape. She knew that he didn't have it. All of the information was in his head, she was sure. Sitting back down, she put her Potions homework away. Hermione sighed, her mind drifting for a few moments as she remembered the second dream she had last night. It had been of a man in shadow dancing with her across a ballroom floor. And at the end of the dance he had kissed her. Hermione had mimicked the movement with her own lips, puckering up.
Snape snorted at this. "If I didn't know better, Miss Granger, I would say you were practicing kissing. Finally find someone to give kisses to?" Hermione stopped suddenly as she was brought from her thoughts by his remark. Looking at him she frowned.
"No, but at least I would have someone to kiss if I wanted to. Unlike you, Professor, I have no problem with getting a partner." Hermione gasped as Snape stood, fury in his eyes. Hermione stood, backing away. Snape smirked, stopping a foot away from her.
Leaning towards her, he spoke. "Let me assure you, Miss Granger. Like you I would have no problem getting a partner. So don't think I will take your remark so kindly. Ten points from Gryffindor. For your lack of respect."
Hermione gasped. "But..but. Professor!"
Snape took a step towards her, their bodies nearly touching. "I suggest that you stop where you are, before you lose more points. And perhaps I should teach you a lesson in kissing." With this, Snape bent his head, kissing her deeply. Hermione didn't know what to do. Her potions teacher, Snape, was kissing her in the middle of the library. Snape pressed her against the shelf, kissing her harder, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Hermione whimpered slightly, half in excitement and half in desire. But this only made his assault more vicious. Snape reached for her, his hands sliding down to her hips. He pulled her against him hard, their body's rubbing together. Hermione gasped against his mouth, only allowing him more access to it. When Snape finally pulled back, he spoke again.
"May that be a lesson to you." Hermione could only nod as she watched him walk out of the library, his robes billowing behind him.
"..wow.." Hermione sank down to her knees. She was blushing like mad and her body was hot with need. With just one kiss, he had made her body turn to fire. With just one kiss, he had taken her breath away. Luckily, Madam Pince wasn't in the library. She would have been having a fit if she had caught them. Hermione sighed, resting her head against the shelf. Had this been what she had been wanting all this time? Catching her breath, she got up. Walking back to her table, she picked up her things. Quickly she left, heading for Transfiguration.
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Snape couldn't believe that he had done it until it was to late. When Hermione had commented about being able to get a partner, he had gotten slightly jealous of the fact that she might have a man in her life even if she said she didn't. It had also slightly angered him that she would say such a thing, when she knew nothing of his personal life. So he had done the first thing that came to mind, he had kissed her. To his surprise, she hadn't pressed against him like she had in the dungeons. But he didn't care. He knew that he had started a fire that wouldn't die easily. He had felt it in the way she had whimpered against his mouth. It had been full of need for more. He could remember every detail of her mouth.
Her mouth, he sighed. Such a perfect mouth. With a growl he pushed it from his mind, knowing too well the effect thoughts like it would have on him. Throwing open his office door, Snape stalked in and sat down. He could hear the students getting in their seats, in the classroom. With a sigh he got up. Walking out of his office, he went to meet his class, and get the day over with.
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Hermione's day wasn't the best. Her thoughts had been of Snape most of the time, unless she was taking notes or reading directions, or something of the sort. His kiss had he under its spell. She couldn't get it off her mind and even hours after her body was still hot from it. What was he doing to her? Why was he doing it to her? The dream, it had to have been the dream. When dinner finally came, she was relieved. Walking into the Great Hall, she found a seat near Harry. She noticed that Ron wasn't at dinner.
"Harry. Where's Ron?"
Harry sighed. "Up in our dorm."
Hermione blinked. What in the hell was he doing there? I thought he was supposed to be making up with Harry, she thought. "Why is he up there?"
Harry picked at his food. "Well, he came to talk to me. And right in the middle of his confession, Malfoy showed up. He overheard Ron saying to me that he was gay. I couldn't have been more happy. But then Draco made some sick remark. Ron turned red from head to toe. And he left in embarrassment. And he wouldn't come out of the dorm room. I told him I'd bring him something to eat." Hermione glanced over at Malfoy, who was laughing with his friends. When he met her gaze, she flipped him off. He made a nasty face and shook his head. This didn't phase Hermione in the least. She pushed Harry to his feet.
"You need to go talk to him Harry. He needs you now."
Harry nodded. "Yes. But 'Mione, I already tried. He didn't want to listen." Hermione pulled out her wand.
"If you don't get going I'm going to turn you into a cock warmer. And give you to Ron as a cheer up gift."
Harry swallowed. "All right. I'm going. I'm going." Harry left the Hall quickly. It wasn't that he was afraid of Hermione. It was that he didn't want to be turned into a cock sock for Ron. He would enjoy it too much. Not to mention he would have the taste and feel of Ron on him when she changed him back. Harry shivered with a bit of excitement at the thought as he ran up to the dorm room.
"Hey, Ron!" He knocked on the door when he got to it. He heard Ron shuffle around in bed. "Ron open the damn door! Look. It's only me. And we need to talk!" Harry pulled out his wand. "Alohomora." The door unlocked. Harry pushed it open, walking in. "Ron. Are you all right?" Ron didn't answer from his bed. This wasn't like him, Harry thought. Why was he acting so strange? Walking over, Harry sat on the bed. "Ron. Please talk to me."
Ron looked at him from a crack in the covers. "Harry. I've never felt more stupid in my entire life. The whole school is likely to know by now."
Harry smirked. "Well, they don't. So you don't have to worry yet." Ron poked his head out of the covers at this.
"They aren't talking about it?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Now come on Ron. Get up. Lets go eat dinner and pretend that nothing happened with Malfoy."
Ron nodded, but as he was getting up he bumped heads with Harry. "Sorry, Harry." Mumbling, he went about getting himself untangled from the bed sheets. "Damn the sheets. They've become knots. Harry, can you help me?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Umm." Harry reached out tugging on the sheet. It only wrapped itself around Ron more as he did.
"Gah. This isn't working."
Harry laughed. "Sorry Ron. Here.." Harry found the end of the sheet. Taking it, he looped it back from the way it had gotten itself wrapped around Ron. Harry couldn't believe how well Ron had gotten himself tangled in the covers. Then he realized it. Someone had put a sticking charm on Ron's pajamas. "Um, Ron. You're going to have to take off your shirt. There's a sticking charm on it. And I think it's permanent."
Ron blinked but nodded. "All right." Ron pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, he started fiddling with the covers again, trying to get them from around his legs. Harry was staring at him. He had seen Ron without his shirt on before, but it had never looked better then now. "Harry can you..." Ron's stopped as he looked up at Harry. Harry was staring at him. Ron couldn't help but stare back.
"Ron..I don't think it was just your shirt." Harry reached over taking hold of Ron's pants. Tugging on them, he pulled them off, reveling Ron's boxers. They had golden snitchs out them. Ron blushed crimson. Harry grinned, leaning forward. "The quaffle suits you better, Ron." Ron held his gaze for a few moments before he closed the distance between then. When their lips met, Harry wrapped his arms around Ron. One hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his head, pulling him closer. "Ron.." Harry breathed his name as he parted his lips.
Their tongues met in the middle, in a fight over which went first. In the end both had went at the same time, exploring each others mouths. Ron's slipped his hands under Harry's shirt. Harry groaned as he felt the coolness of them on his already burning skin. "Ron.."
Ron groaned against Harry's mouth. "Harry..mm.." Pushing Ron down in the bed, Harry stripped off his shirt. Ron marveled at his toned chest and skin. "You're beautiful, Harry." Harry blushed slightly.
"So are you, Ron." Harry watched him for a few moments before he kissed him again. Both hot with passion and need for the kiss, they hadn't realized how much time had passed, until Hedwig hooted on the window sill, holding the snitch in her beak. Harry and Ron both looked at her and then at each other wide eyed. They said it at the same time.
"Quidditch Practice!" Both boys got up, pulling on their clothes. Taking the snitch from Hedwig, Harry followed Ron from the room at a run.
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Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Hermione and the rest of the students had been eating, when Hermione realized what day it was. It was the first. She looked at the goblet in front of her and then at Snape. He was looking at her at the same time and their gaze held. The goblet in his hand fell back onto the table. Luckily it hadn't spilt. But Snape knew as well what it meant. That they couldn't drink anything at dinner. But then it hit him. Breakfast and Lunch. With a sigh he picked back up his goblet and drank.
Hermione almost gasped. What was he, stupid? He was drinking from his goblet when it could have the potion in it. But just as soon as it crossed her mind, she remembered that they had already had two other meals with drinks. Hermione groaned. She couldn't believe that she was so stupid as to forget about them. Setting her fork down, she got up. She couldn't eat any more. She needed to sleep. And so, without a word, she left the hall for her room. Ready to welcome sleep.
Moving from his place at the high table, he headed towards the double doors. Snape spoke to no one as he left. The only thing he did was glance to his left as he walked past Hermione. Once through the double doors, he headed for the dungeons. But then he had a better thought. He knew all too well that Hermione would go to the library once she was done eating. So, changing his mind, he headed for the library.
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Hermione had seen Snape get up and had felt him walk past her as he left the Great Hall. She knew that he knew about the dream. She could feel it in the way he walked by and in the way he looked at her. She knew it would come down to an all out war of their minds and she just hoped she could best him at it. And if she couldn't, then she would be forced to give into her desire, into him. Getting up from the table, Hermione followed Snape out. But she didn't follow him into the dungeons. Instead she went to the library, wanting to do a bit of quick reading for her Potions essay.
When Hermione arrived at the doors leading into the library, her thoughts were on her dream. She had changed it, just like she hoped she could, and it had worked. The man had stopped his assault on her and she would make sure that he continued to stop. Entering the library, she walked to the Potions section. And to her amazement, there was Snape. She could have sworn she had seen him head for the dungeons. Snape looked up at her with a grim expression on his face. Hermione smiled at him, trying to get past the oddness of finding him there.
"Hello, Professor."
Snape nodded. "Miss Granger." He looked away from her, going back to the book on the table in front of him. She noticed that he looked more tired and paler then normal. But why? Surely being a bit sleep deprived couldn't weaken him that much. Hermione pushed her thoughts aside, looking for the book with the Double Draft of Dreams in it. She wanted to make sure that her changing the dreams wouldn't hurt anything. But it was gone from the shelf. Glancing over at Snape, she saw that he didn't have it. With a sigh she sat down, pulling out some Potions homework.
Getting back up, she scanned the shelves for the needed book. But like before, it too was missing. Hermione didn't bother looking at Snape. She knew that he didn't have it. All of the information was in his head, she was sure. Sitting back down, she put her Potions homework away. Hermione sighed, her mind drifting for a few moments as she remembered the second dream she had last night. It had been of a man in shadow dancing with her across a ballroom floor. And at the end of the dance he had kissed her. Hermione had mimicked the movement with her own lips, puckering up.
Snape snorted at this. "If I didn't know better, Miss Granger, I would say you were practicing kissing. Finally find someone to give kisses to?" Hermione stopped suddenly as she was brought from her thoughts by his remark. Looking at him she frowned.
"No, but at least I would have someone to kiss if I wanted to. Unlike you, Professor, I have no problem with getting a partner." Hermione gasped as Snape stood, fury in his eyes. Hermione stood, backing away. Snape smirked, stopping a foot away from her.
Leaning towards her, he spoke. "Let me assure you, Miss Granger. Like you I would have no problem getting a partner. So don't think I will take your remark so kindly. Ten points from Gryffindor. For your lack of respect."
Hermione gasped. "But..but. Professor!"
Snape took a step towards her, their bodies nearly touching. "I suggest that you stop where you are, before you lose more points. And perhaps I should teach you a lesson in kissing." With this, Snape bent his head, kissing her deeply. Hermione didn't know what to do. Her potions teacher, Snape, was kissing her in the middle of the library. Snape pressed her against the shelf, kissing her harder, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
Hermione whimpered slightly, half in excitement and half in desire. But this only made his assault more vicious. Snape reached for her, his hands sliding down to her hips. He pulled her against him hard, their body's rubbing together. Hermione gasped against his mouth, only allowing him more access to it. When Snape finally pulled back, he spoke again.
"May that be a lesson to you." Hermione could only nod as she watched him walk out of the library, his robes billowing behind him.
"..wow.." Hermione sank down to her knees. She was blushing like mad and her body was hot with need. With just one kiss, he had made her body turn to fire. With just one kiss, he had taken her breath away. Luckily, Madam Pince wasn't in the library. She would have been having a fit if she had caught them. Hermione sighed, resting her head against the shelf. Had this been what she had been wanting all this time? Catching her breath, she got up. Walking back to her table, she picked up her things. Quickly she left, heading for Transfiguration.
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Snape couldn't believe that he had done it until it was to late. When Hermione had commented about being able to get a partner, he had gotten slightly jealous of the fact that she might have a man in her life even if she said she didn't. It had also slightly angered him that she would say such a thing, when she knew nothing of his personal life. So he had done the first thing that came to mind, he had kissed her. To his surprise, she hadn't pressed against him like she had in the dungeons. But he didn't care. He knew that he had started a fire that wouldn't die easily. He had felt it in the way she had whimpered against his mouth. It had been full of need for more. He could remember every detail of her mouth.
Her mouth, he sighed. Such a perfect mouth. With a growl he pushed it from his mind, knowing too well the effect thoughts like it would have on him. Throwing open his office door, Snape stalked in and sat down. He could hear the students getting in their seats, in the classroom. With a sigh he got up. Walking out of his office, he went to meet his class, and get the day over with.
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Hermione's day wasn't the best. Her thoughts had been of Snape most of the time, unless she was taking notes or reading directions, or something of the sort. His kiss had he under its spell. She couldn't get it off her mind and even hours after her body was still hot from it. What was he doing to her? Why was he doing it to her? The dream, it had to have been the dream. When dinner finally came, she was relieved. Walking into the Great Hall, she found a seat near Harry. She noticed that Ron wasn't at dinner.
"Harry. Where's Ron?"
Harry sighed. "Up in our dorm."
Hermione blinked. What in the hell was he doing there? I thought he was supposed to be making up with Harry, she thought. "Why is he up there?"
Harry picked at his food. "Well, he came to talk to me. And right in the middle of his confession, Malfoy showed up. He overheard Ron saying to me that he was gay. I couldn't have been more happy. But then Draco made some sick remark. Ron turned red from head to toe. And he left in embarrassment. And he wouldn't come out of the dorm room. I told him I'd bring him something to eat." Hermione glanced over at Malfoy, who was laughing with his friends. When he met her gaze, she flipped him off. He made a nasty face and shook his head. This didn't phase Hermione in the least. She pushed Harry to his feet.
"You need to go talk to him Harry. He needs you now."
Harry nodded. "Yes. But 'Mione, I already tried. He didn't want to listen." Hermione pulled out her wand.
"If you don't get going I'm going to turn you into a cock warmer. And give you to Ron as a cheer up gift."
Harry swallowed. "All right. I'm going. I'm going." Harry left the Hall quickly. It wasn't that he was afraid of Hermione. It was that he didn't want to be turned into a cock sock for Ron. He would enjoy it too much. Not to mention he would have the taste and feel of Ron on him when she changed him back. Harry shivered with a bit of excitement at the thought as he ran up to the dorm room.
"Hey, Ron!" He knocked on the door when he got to it. He heard Ron shuffle around in bed. "Ron open the damn door! Look. It's only me. And we need to talk!" Harry pulled out his wand. "Alohomora." The door unlocked. Harry pushed it open, walking in. "Ron. Are you all right?" Ron didn't answer from his bed. This wasn't like him, Harry thought. Why was he acting so strange? Walking over, Harry sat on the bed. "Ron. Please talk to me."
Ron looked at him from a crack in the covers. "Harry. I've never felt more stupid in my entire life. The whole school is likely to know by now."
Harry smirked. "Well, they don't. So you don't have to worry yet." Ron poked his head out of the covers at this.
"They aren't talking about it?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Now come on Ron. Get up. Lets go eat dinner and pretend that nothing happened with Malfoy."
Ron nodded, but as he was getting up he bumped heads with Harry. "Sorry, Harry." Mumbling, he went about getting himself untangled from the bed sheets. "Damn the sheets. They've become knots. Harry, can you help me?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Umm." Harry reached out tugging on the sheet. It only wrapped itself around Ron more as he did.
"Gah. This isn't working."
Harry laughed. "Sorry Ron. Here.." Harry found the end of the sheet. Taking it, he looped it back from the way it had gotten itself wrapped around Ron. Harry couldn't believe how well Ron had gotten himself tangled in the covers. Then he realized it. Someone had put a sticking charm on Ron's pajamas. "Um, Ron. You're going to have to take off your shirt. There's a sticking charm on it. And I think it's permanent."
Ron blinked but nodded. "All right." Ron pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, he started fiddling with the covers again, trying to get them from around his legs. Harry was staring at him. He had seen Ron without his shirt on before, but it had never looked better then now. "Harry can you..." Ron's stopped as he looked up at Harry. Harry was staring at him. Ron couldn't help but stare back.
"Ron..I don't think it was just your shirt." Harry reached over taking hold of Ron's pants. Tugging on them, he pulled them off, reveling Ron's boxers. They had golden snitchs out them. Ron blushed crimson. Harry grinned, leaning forward. "The quaffle suits you better, Ron." Ron held his gaze for a few moments before he closed the distance between then. When their lips met, Harry wrapped his arms around Ron. One hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his head, pulling him closer. "Ron.." Harry breathed his name as he parted his lips.
Their tongues met in the middle, in a fight over which went first. In the end both had went at the same time, exploring each others mouths. Ron's slipped his hands under Harry's shirt. Harry groaned as he felt the coolness of them on his already burning skin. "Ron.."
Ron groaned against Harry's mouth. "Harry..mm.." Pushing Ron down in the bed, Harry stripped off his shirt. Ron marveled at his toned chest and skin. "You're beautiful, Harry." Harry blushed slightly.
"So are you, Ron." Harry watched him for a few moments before he kissed him again. Both hot with passion and need for the kiss, they hadn't realized how much time had passed, until Hedwig hooted on the window sill, holding the snitch in her beak. Harry and Ron both looked at her and then at each other wide eyed. They said it at the same time.
"Quidditch Practice!" Both boys got up, pulling on their clothes. Taking the snitch from Hedwig, Harry followed Ron from the room at a run.
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Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Hermione and the rest of the students had been eating, when Hermione realized what day it was. It was the first. She looked at the goblet in front of her and then at Snape. He was looking at her at the same time and their gaze held. The goblet in his hand fell back onto the table. Luckily it hadn't spilt. But Snape knew as well what it meant. That they couldn't drink anything at dinner. But then it hit him. Breakfast and Lunch. With a sigh he picked back up his goblet and drank.
Hermione almost gasped. What was he, stupid? He was drinking from his goblet when it could have the potion in it. But just as soon as it crossed her mind, she remembered that they had already had two other meals with drinks. Hermione groaned. She couldn't believe that she was so stupid as to forget about them. Setting her fork down, she got up. She couldn't eat any more. She needed to sleep. And so, without a word, she left the hall for her room. Ready to welcome sleep.
