The next four days passed without notice. Hermione had been thinking about the night's events and how Snape had backed down. Why, she wondered. He had wanted it just as much as she had. Hermione sighed, trying to read the book in front of her, but she couldn't. He thoughts were of Snape and their kisses. Of how he had made her feel, how it didn't just seem to be the lusting like before. She wanted him, all of him, she knew it. But why? Why would she want such a thing? Ron and Harry watched Hermione and then glanced at each other. Both could tell there was something wrong. Harry was the first to speak of it.
"Hermione? Is something wrong?" Hermione didn't answer him, she just continued to stare at the book in front of her. "Hermione?"
Hermione blinked at him this time, coming from her thoughts for a few moments. "Yes, Harry?"
Harry frowned. Hermione looked tired and worn out. "Is something wrong? You've been spacing out for the past hour."
Hermione blinked and then stood up. "Oh no. I forgot. Sorry, Harry, Ron. I've got to go." Hermione put her book down and took off out the portrait hole. Hermione ran for the dungeons. She had been wanting to talk to Snape, so she had made up her mind to go. When Hermione came to his door, she knocked. Snape answered.
"Come in." His voice sounded tired and edgy.
Hermione entered and walked to the desk. "Professor Snape. We need to talk."
Snape looked up from what he was doing, glaring at her. "There is nothing to talk about, Miss Granger. And I have no wish to discuss anything. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a ton of papers to grade." He had no need to talk about anything. The mere presence of her was enough to drive him over the edge, recently. And with her there now, he couldn't deny that he wanted her badly. The bulge in his pants made that clear. Looking away from her, he went back to his papers.
Hermione growled at this. She hated him ignoring her after all that had happened. Glaring at him, she spoke. "There is something to talk about. Quit pushing me aside."
Snape again looked away from his papers. "Miss Granger. It's over, let it be there. Now please leave. I have work to be done and you are getting in the way of me finishing it."
Hermione leaned on the desk, glaring at him. "I'm not leaving until we talk."
Snape's growl was deadly as he stood. "Leave now! Or you will regret it. Trust me."
Hermione smirked. "I do, so I know I would. And I won't leave until we talk."
Snape walked around the desk, looming over her, he stopped not a foot away. "I said get out. That means to do so!" His voice was cold as icy, and he meant for her to leave.
Hermione didn't back down. She was not giving into him, even if he hexed her, she wouldn't. "Not until you tell me why you left. Because I know you wanted it just like me. We both wanted it and we still do Professor. I see it everyday in the way you look at me."
Snape glared at her. "Even if what you say is true, you know why I left. We couldn't and can't do what we desire. You know that, Miss Granger. Why do you press this matter?"
Hermione growled. "I press it because I know you want it as much as I do, even now after the dreams are starting to cease. Because we need to fulfill our desire. Even if Malfoy is stopped, another is surely to take his place just to torment us."
Snape stepped to her, his body brushing hers. Hermione almost gasped at this, feeling the bulge in his pants. "Are you implying that you will be that person, Miss Granger!?"
Hermione nodded and purred out her answer. "If need be, yes." Snape sighed and pulled her to him, bringing his mouth down hard on hers, he kissed her. Hermione kissed him back with the same passion. Wrapping her arms about his shoulders, she pulled him closer, backing into the desk. The edge of it was hard against her butt, but she didn't mind. Snape on the other hand brought one arm around her waist, pulling it against his and his other hand and arm was used to cradle her head, while pulling it against his, deepening the kiss. He wanted her, all of her and he knew she was right.
Hermione groaned as their lower bodies rubbed together. Snape pressed into her as their mouths melted together. Removing his arm from around her waist, he skimmed over her curves without hesitation. Coming to her rear, Snape gently grasped it. As he did Hermione moaned against his mouth. Pulling away he trailed hot kisses along her throat. Hermione pressed against him harder, needing to feel more of him and his touch. Snape continued his assault on her neck, shoulders, and collarbone as she tried to unbutton his robes and underclothes. 'Gods' she thought. He had enough buttons to serve a whole muggle army.
Hermione growled as she came to the fifth button. Snape removed her hand, taking out his wand. Without a single notion he taped the material and the buttons came undone. Hermione smiled sliding the shirt and his robe from his shoulders, marveling at his pale, yet strong looking body. Snape slid her robes from her shoulders and started unbuttoning her blouse. As he did, Hermione ran her hands over his chest, making him moan softly. Her soft hands on his body made him turn to fire. Finally getting her blouse off, Snape looked her over. Well-shaped breasts met his eyes, in a white silky bra that molded with them perfectly.
"Beautiful." He whispered. Leaning down he trailed kisses along her throat and down to the tops of her breasts. Hermione's breathing quickened even more as he did, her need apparent. As Snape was about to unhook her bra, a snicker and footsteps were heard outside his door. They both looked at each other in horror. Someone had seen them. Snape picked up his wand, making their clothes reappear on them. With a scowl he threw open his door. No one was in sight. Looking back he saw Hermione still leaning against the desk, wide eyed with shock.
"I suggest you go back to your room, Miss Granger. We will have no more of this. It's getting too dangerous, not to mention it wouldn't be wise. I bid you goodnight." Snape held the door open for her. Hermione swallowed and nodded numbly. Walking in front of him, she stopped.
"I'm sorry, Professor. I guess I lost my head." Or hadn't they both done so?
Snape nodded and bent his head, placing a small kiss about her lips. "It wasn't your fault. You had a right to question me about it. But I started this tonight. And I will not do it again for both of our sakes. Let us just hope that whoever was in the hall didn't see much and didn't have anything to take the image elsewhere. Goodnight Hermione" Again with he name, she loved it on his lips.
Hermione nodded. "I'll be going then. Goodnight, Professor." Leaning up she kissed him one last time and then she left, rather quickly, as not to be seen. Snape sighed and shut the door. Turning around, he almost screamed. Albus Dumbledore stood in front of his fireplace.
"Good evening, Severus. You look rather surprised to see me." He chuckled, smiling.
Snape growled slightly. "Can I help you Headmaster?"
Albus nodded. "Yes. It seems that Mr. Malfoy did not show up for his detention with me. And no one seems to have seen him. I was wondering if perhaps you excused him from his detention?"
Snape shook his head. "No. I did not excuse him." But then a thought hit Snape. "Hermione..." Before Albus could stop him, Snape was out the door, running down the corridor.
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Hermione had not returned to her room after leaving Snape's room. Instead she had headed for the grounds. It was still early and she decided to go for a walk. After making it through the front doors, she headed for the lake. She hadn't realized that someone was following her. Walking along, she thought of Snape. His chest though pale, had a hard surface of muscle. She hadn't expected it to be so. She thought him to be more soft and not so strong looking. And strong he was. He had proved that when he had pulled her to him. The gesture had been full of power, yet gentleness. Hermione sighed, coming to the lake. He was so wonderful. What were these feelings? So strange but right.
Turning to her right she started walking around it. She kept on thinking of the encounter in the office. The things he had done, had made her almost beg for more. He was gentle with her, and yet so full of desire himself, she noted, from the look she had seen in his eyes. His eyes, dark and cruel most of the time, but yet so passionate when he had touched and kissed her. Hermione sighed again, feeling the ache between her legs grow a notch or two. Coming to the trees near the lake, she stopped. Was it her imagination, or did she hear something? Turning around, her eyes grew wide. Draco Malfoy stood not ten feet away from her, his wand in his hand. Hermione took a step back.
"Malfoy!"
He sneered. "Yes?" Hermione didn't like the way he spoke. It was too cruel, too unlike him. No matter how much she disliked him, she knew he never spoke like that, never. She took another step back as he advanced on her. "No, you don't. You are going to pay for what you did."
Hermione swallowed. "What do you want?"
He chuckled moving closer. Hermione didn't move this time, standing her ground. Draco purred his answer. "You and your little luscious body, Granger. After seeing you and Snape and just how good you looked topless, I thought I'd have you for myself." Draco stepped closer to her, now only four or five feet away from her. His smirk was cruel and evil. Hermione had made the mistake of not running. She knew that now.
Hermione repressed a shudder. "Don't think I'll so easily give myself up to you, Malfoy." She glared and he laughed.
"I don't think you've got much of a choice, Mudblood. Because I have the upper hand here." He took another step towards her. Hermione took a step back and then another, trying to find something to put between herself and him. Something about him was wrong, all wrong. She couldn't explain it. Something was very wrong. Hermione reached for her wand, but the moment it was in her hand, Draco disarmed her. "Now now..none of that." Hermione growled and cursed under her breath. Draco ignored her. "Come here, Granger."
She shook her head. "No way in hell." Draco threw back his head and laughed cruelly. Without a moment's notice, he lunged at her, sending her to the ground. He landed on top of her. She squirmed, trying to get free. "Get..off..ME!" Draco laughed and pinned her arms.
"Not on your life. You're mine now." He glared done into her eyes. She saw lust and desire, and then something else. Something evil. A shadow of someone else. A shadow of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione gasped as she realized this. Bucking her hips and thrashing she tried to break free. Malfoy was being controlled by his own father, not to mention he was trying to rape her. Hermione shook her head, trying to get Malfoy off. But before she could even cry for help, he slapped her hard across the face.
"Be still, you little whore. There's no way in hell Severus is going to have you and not share. You're mine now!" With this he kissed her hard. He forced his tongue into her mouth. As he did Hermione bit down on it. He pulled back. "You little bitch!" He raised his hand to hit her again, when Snape tackled him to the ground. Snape had the advantage in size, but Lucius Malfoy was much stronger, even in his son's body he proved his strength. Snape growled as they rolled around. Coming back on top he yelled.
"Run, Hermione! NOW!" Malfoy punched him, sending him falling off to the side. Hermione gasped and took off around the lake. But Malfoy was hot on her heals, his wand in hand. Snape had gotten up and followed. As Hermione ran, she knew he was getting closer, too close. And then all of the sudden she was on her stomach, being pinned to the ground very hard. Malfoy rolled her over, and was about to rip of her shirt when a spell hit him. He froze and fell off. Hermione was breathing heavily as Snape came up.
"Hermione! Are you all right?!" Hermione lay there, wide eyed, her breaths coming in hard heavy gasps. Before Snape could ask again, she passed out. Snape kneeled, picking her up into his arms, with little effort. Using his wand, he levitated Malfoy onto a stretcher and headed for the hospital wing.
"Hermione? Is something wrong?" Hermione didn't answer him, she just continued to stare at the book in front of her. "Hermione?"
Hermione blinked at him this time, coming from her thoughts for a few moments. "Yes, Harry?"
Harry frowned. Hermione looked tired and worn out. "Is something wrong? You've been spacing out for the past hour."
Hermione blinked and then stood up. "Oh no. I forgot. Sorry, Harry, Ron. I've got to go." Hermione put her book down and took off out the portrait hole. Hermione ran for the dungeons. She had been wanting to talk to Snape, so she had made up her mind to go. When Hermione came to his door, she knocked. Snape answered.
"Come in." His voice sounded tired and edgy.
Hermione entered and walked to the desk. "Professor Snape. We need to talk."
Snape looked up from what he was doing, glaring at her. "There is nothing to talk about, Miss Granger. And I have no wish to discuss anything. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a ton of papers to grade." He had no need to talk about anything. The mere presence of her was enough to drive him over the edge, recently. And with her there now, he couldn't deny that he wanted her badly. The bulge in his pants made that clear. Looking away from her, he went back to his papers.
Hermione growled at this. She hated him ignoring her after all that had happened. Glaring at him, she spoke. "There is something to talk about. Quit pushing me aside."
Snape again looked away from his papers. "Miss Granger. It's over, let it be there. Now please leave. I have work to be done and you are getting in the way of me finishing it."
Hermione leaned on the desk, glaring at him. "I'm not leaving until we talk."
Snape's growl was deadly as he stood. "Leave now! Or you will regret it. Trust me."
Hermione smirked. "I do, so I know I would. And I won't leave until we talk."
Snape walked around the desk, looming over her, he stopped not a foot away. "I said get out. That means to do so!" His voice was cold as icy, and he meant for her to leave.
Hermione didn't back down. She was not giving into him, even if he hexed her, she wouldn't. "Not until you tell me why you left. Because I know you wanted it just like me. We both wanted it and we still do Professor. I see it everyday in the way you look at me."
Snape glared at her. "Even if what you say is true, you know why I left. We couldn't and can't do what we desire. You know that, Miss Granger. Why do you press this matter?"
Hermione growled. "I press it because I know you want it as much as I do, even now after the dreams are starting to cease. Because we need to fulfill our desire. Even if Malfoy is stopped, another is surely to take his place just to torment us."
Snape stepped to her, his body brushing hers. Hermione almost gasped at this, feeling the bulge in his pants. "Are you implying that you will be that person, Miss Granger!?"
Hermione nodded and purred out her answer. "If need be, yes." Snape sighed and pulled her to him, bringing his mouth down hard on hers, he kissed her. Hermione kissed him back with the same passion. Wrapping her arms about his shoulders, she pulled him closer, backing into the desk. The edge of it was hard against her butt, but she didn't mind. Snape on the other hand brought one arm around her waist, pulling it against his and his other hand and arm was used to cradle her head, while pulling it against his, deepening the kiss. He wanted her, all of her and he knew she was right.
Hermione groaned as their lower bodies rubbed together. Snape pressed into her as their mouths melted together. Removing his arm from around her waist, he skimmed over her curves without hesitation. Coming to her rear, Snape gently grasped it. As he did Hermione moaned against his mouth. Pulling away he trailed hot kisses along her throat. Hermione pressed against him harder, needing to feel more of him and his touch. Snape continued his assault on her neck, shoulders, and collarbone as she tried to unbutton his robes and underclothes. 'Gods' she thought. He had enough buttons to serve a whole muggle army.
Hermione growled as she came to the fifth button. Snape removed her hand, taking out his wand. Without a single notion he taped the material and the buttons came undone. Hermione smiled sliding the shirt and his robe from his shoulders, marveling at his pale, yet strong looking body. Snape slid her robes from her shoulders and started unbuttoning her blouse. As he did, Hermione ran her hands over his chest, making him moan softly. Her soft hands on his body made him turn to fire. Finally getting her blouse off, Snape looked her over. Well-shaped breasts met his eyes, in a white silky bra that molded with them perfectly.
"Beautiful." He whispered. Leaning down he trailed kisses along her throat and down to the tops of her breasts. Hermione's breathing quickened even more as he did, her need apparent. As Snape was about to unhook her bra, a snicker and footsteps were heard outside his door. They both looked at each other in horror. Someone had seen them. Snape picked up his wand, making their clothes reappear on them. With a scowl he threw open his door. No one was in sight. Looking back he saw Hermione still leaning against the desk, wide eyed with shock.
"I suggest you go back to your room, Miss Granger. We will have no more of this. It's getting too dangerous, not to mention it wouldn't be wise. I bid you goodnight." Snape held the door open for her. Hermione swallowed and nodded numbly. Walking in front of him, she stopped.
"I'm sorry, Professor. I guess I lost my head." Or hadn't they both done so?
Snape nodded and bent his head, placing a small kiss about her lips. "It wasn't your fault. You had a right to question me about it. But I started this tonight. And I will not do it again for both of our sakes. Let us just hope that whoever was in the hall didn't see much and didn't have anything to take the image elsewhere. Goodnight Hermione" Again with he name, she loved it on his lips.
Hermione nodded. "I'll be going then. Goodnight, Professor." Leaning up she kissed him one last time and then she left, rather quickly, as not to be seen. Snape sighed and shut the door. Turning around, he almost screamed. Albus Dumbledore stood in front of his fireplace.
"Good evening, Severus. You look rather surprised to see me." He chuckled, smiling.
Snape growled slightly. "Can I help you Headmaster?"
Albus nodded. "Yes. It seems that Mr. Malfoy did not show up for his detention with me. And no one seems to have seen him. I was wondering if perhaps you excused him from his detention?"
Snape shook his head. "No. I did not excuse him." But then a thought hit Snape. "Hermione..." Before Albus could stop him, Snape was out the door, running down the corridor.
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Hermione had not returned to her room after leaving Snape's room. Instead she had headed for the grounds. It was still early and she decided to go for a walk. After making it through the front doors, she headed for the lake. She hadn't realized that someone was following her. Walking along, she thought of Snape. His chest though pale, had a hard surface of muscle. She hadn't expected it to be so. She thought him to be more soft and not so strong looking. And strong he was. He had proved that when he had pulled her to him. The gesture had been full of power, yet gentleness. Hermione sighed, coming to the lake. He was so wonderful. What were these feelings? So strange but right.
Turning to her right she started walking around it. She kept on thinking of the encounter in the office. The things he had done, had made her almost beg for more. He was gentle with her, and yet so full of desire himself, she noted, from the look she had seen in his eyes. His eyes, dark and cruel most of the time, but yet so passionate when he had touched and kissed her. Hermione sighed again, feeling the ache between her legs grow a notch or two. Coming to the trees near the lake, she stopped. Was it her imagination, or did she hear something? Turning around, her eyes grew wide. Draco Malfoy stood not ten feet away from her, his wand in his hand. Hermione took a step back.
"Malfoy!"
He sneered. "Yes?" Hermione didn't like the way he spoke. It was too cruel, too unlike him. No matter how much she disliked him, she knew he never spoke like that, never. She took another step back as he advanced on her. "No, you don't. You are going to pay for what you did."
Hermione swallowed. "What do you want?"
He chuckled moving closer. Hermione didn't move this time, standing her ground. Draco purred his answer. "You and your little luscious body, Granger. After seeing you and Snape and just how good you looked topless, I thought I'd have you for myself." Draco stepped closer to her, now only four or five feet away from her. His smirk was cruel and evil. Hermione had made the mistake of not running. She knew that now.
Hermione repressed a shudder. "Don't think I'll so easily give myself up to you, Malfoy." She glared and he laughed.
"I don't think you've got much of a choice, Mudblood. Because I have the upper hand here." He took another step towards her. Hermione took a step back and then another, trying to find something to put between herself and him. Something about him was wrong, all wrong. She couldn't explain it. Something was very wrong. Hermione reached for her wand, but the moment it was in her hand, Draco disarmed her. "Now now..none of that." Hermione growled and cursed under her breath. Draco ignored her. "Come here, Granger."
She shook her head. "No way in hell." Draco threw back his head and laughed cruelly. Without a moment's notice, he lunged at her, sending her to the ground. He landed on top of her. She squirmed, trying to get free. "Get..off..ME!" Draco laughed and pinned her arms.
"Not on your life. You're mine now." He glared done into her eyes. She saw lust and desire, and then something else. Something evil. A shadow of someone else. A shadow of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione gasped as she realized this. Bucking her hips and thrashing she tried to break free. Malfoy was being controlled by his own father, not to mention he was trying to rape her. Hermione shook her head, trying to get Malfoy off. But before she could even cry for help, he slapped her hard across the face.
"Be still, you little whore. There's no way in hell Severus is going to have you and not share. You're mine now!" With this he kissed her hard. He forced his tongue into her mouth. As he did Hermione bit down on it. He pulled back. "You little bitch!" He raised his hand to hit her again, when Snape tackled him to the ground. Snape had the advantage in size, but Lucius Malfoy was much stronger, even in his son's body he proved his strength. Snape growled as they rolled around. Coming back on top he yelled.
"Run, Hermione! NOW!" Malfoy punched him, sending him falling off to the side. Hermione gasped and took off around the lake. But Malfoy was hot on her heals, his wand in hand. Snape had gotten up and followed. As Hermione ran, she knew he was getting closer, too close. And then all of the sudden she was on her stomach, being pinned to the ground very hard. Malfoy rolled her over, and was about to rip of her shirt when a spell hit him. He froze and fell off. Hermione was breathing heavily as Snape came up.
"Hermione! Are you all right?!" Hermione lay there, wide eyed, her breaths coming in hard heavy gasps. Before Snape could ask again, she passed out. Snape kneeled, picking her up into his arms, with little effort. Using his wand, he levitated Malfoy onto a stretcher and headed for the hospital wing.
