Story Title: Wicked
Chapter Title: Of Consequence (1/?)
Author: DMitchell1985
Beta: Currently unbeta'd
Story Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, First-Person (genre?), Alternate Universe
Story Rating/Chapter Rating: PG-13 - for language (might go higher, but I sincerely doubt it)/ PG - for tiny innuendos
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I do not make money from the posting/writing of my story as payments, just reviews.
Summary: Hermione has completely given in to her obsessive adoration of Severus Snape. Though she appears to be the only one delving into the area of forbidden thought, she is most certainly not alone in her thinking. Will the mutual attractions come to be known by both parties, and lead to a fiery relationship of sex, romance, and secrets, or will all parties involved be burnt by a "harmless crush"?
Warnings: None really, just the occasional curse word or two, or three, whatever. . . lol
Pairings: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Catherine Sullivan (OFC) /Severus Snape, Hermione Granger/Gregory Goyle
Email: betagirl23 at yahoo dot com
Website: livejournal . com / users / dmitchell1985 (san the spaces)
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. I believe that I warned people of that fact with "Shadow" and "Obsession", but it wasn't noted and a few people were, well confused/upset about my Hermione having red hair. In this story, she simply is going to have red hair, be a Ravenclaw, and she was not close friends with Harry and Ron from early on. If these change in details are not to your liking, please stop reading now. Other than this, I definitely believe this is one of the more juicy chapters in the series. I have slightly altered the set up of the storytelling. For further ANs on why exactly did I change the canon details that I did, see the end of the chapter. - Danielle
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"
So kind of you to join me, Miss Granger. Do have a seat," he
waves his hand toward a black stuffed leather chair across from his
desk in the same office I stormed out of last night.
I raise
my eyebrows defiantly. "Sex appeal or not, I shall not appear
abowed before him. He may be accustomed to having his way with Mindy,
the Brainless Wonder, but things will not be so easy with me," I
assert silently, letting my eyebrows show the only outward sign of my
intent to rebel against his fury.
"I see that you are
most unapologetic about your childish behavior last night. Slamming
doors? I would have liked to believe that type of behavior was
beneath you. You with your intelligence and all. What do you
have to say for yourself?" he eyes me shrewdly.
I huff
and shift my eyes to a painting of a crimson explosion on the wall to
the left of the office's main entrance.
"Nothing? Quite a
brazen rule-breaker you've become, as of late. Could it be considered
conceivable that your budding friendship with Mr. Potter and Mr.
Weasley has helped to transfer some of the boys' disregard for this
intitution's restrictions to you?"
I open my mouth to
defend Harry and Ron, but I ice the fire that enflames my irises
instead, and snap my mouth shut. I don't have to answer him.
What ever I say will only be twisted and perverted to his means.
A
predatory smile stretches across his teeth, baring his canines. "He
looks as though he's closing in for a kill," I notice his right
eyebrow rise as I think over the situation I have gotten myself
into.
"He probably is," that same inner voice
hisses.
"So, you do posess the capacity to respond when
spoken to. I was beginning to fear that I might have to force a
response out of you, by deducting 5 points from Ravenclaw everytime
you did not answer me."
"You can't do that!" I
react before I can stop myself.
"Oh, but I can, and I
shall. Now, what do you have to say in your defense?"
"I
simply was not pleased with hearing about your tongue's ambitious
activities any further."
"And that gave you pause to
slam my door?" he elevated his brows again.
"Must
he do that?!" I scream to myself.
I feel my chest tighten
and my body grow hot. My fingertips brush my eyelashes that are
fluttering in frustration. Does he have any idea what affect he has
on me? Probably so. He is, after all, adept at Legilmency.
"I
suppose not," I answer belatedly, digging my nails into my palm,
causing deep half moons to form.
"Then why did you do it?
I would be in favor of punishing you further myself, but that does
not appear to gain the desired effect on you. I believe that I should
inform your Head of House of your recent actions," he looks me
over gingerly, "I am getting weary watching you fidget, sit
down. If you are wondering, that was not an offer, Miss Granger."
I
lower myself into the nearest chair, not taking my eyes off of the
dark vision of masculinity in front of me.
"Do you agree
that I should proceed to consulting Professor Flitwick about your
behavior?"
"No, I do not believe that will be
necessary."
"Oh?"
"Well, yes,"
I sigh, "Maybe I. . . could do some more work for you. Clean
some potion bottles, sweep your classroom, or something else."
I momentarily weigh the disappointment of Professor Flitwick
over having to bury my pride. I quickly toss away the notion of not
attempting to satisfy his unquenchable appetite for reprimanding me,
whether I deserve it or not. Better to suck it up, than to let
Professor Flitwick be informed of my indiscretions.
"Some.
. .thing. . .else?" he rolls the words over his tongue, tasting
them and their numerous meanings before releasing them into the air,
"What could that mean, Miss Granger?"
"Um,
well, I could clean more cauldrons," I stammer, searching
through my mind for tasks to complete without verbally revealing my
true definition of "some thing."
I feel him shifting
through my thoughts, again, so, I terminate my current line of
thought. He cannot see.
He sighs and leans back in his
chair comfortably, "As you wish, Miss Granger. You shall sweep
my classroom and clean the potion supplies in my laboratory, along
with those stored in my classroom. But be warned Miss Granger, should
another talk, such as this one be required, it will occur in the
presense of your Head of House."
He pauses to wrap his
regard around my face once more, "I suspect that it is almost
time for Lunch. There's no point in returning to class, go to the
Great Hall."
I nod, rise, and walk to the door. I grasp
the door knob, not yet turning it. I look over my shoulder,
scrutinizing the object of my lust, "By the way, congratulations
on the engagement, Professor."
He inclines his head, and
I pull the door open. I step out into the hallway, feeling his gaze
linger on me longer than required to bid me farewell. I tug the door
closed, and listen to the delicate click of metal meeting sister
metal before slumping against the door for support.
"Gods.
. . " I breathe aloud softly.
I push off of my anchor to
trudge to the Great Hall, alone.
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"By
the way, congratulations on the engagement, Professor."
Her
words envelope me as I watch her close the door to my office. The
scent of her perfume floats across the room to dance around my
nostrils. I breathe in the feminine floral scent, and sigh in
content. Such passion. Such fire. So intelligent, yet untamed.
Untouched, and wholly desirable.
I heave my tired body
out of my chair to pour myself a glass of liquor. I know that I am
going to need a bit of a nip if I am to continue to the Great Hall,
and appear somewhat "normal."
"What part of me
suddenly decided that it was okay to lust after a student?" I
ask myself, "I am perfectly happy with Catherine. She will make
a beautiful wife, but she does not burn with a tenth of the inner
fire that Miss Granger, Hermione, does."
I listen
to the chime of the bell alerting the school of the Lunch
period.
Unresolved longing twists in my chest. "Hermione,"
I whisper to the empty room.
I stroll to my office's door,
exiting through it, and set the wards that protect my office in place
before the chime can complete its reverberation.
"I
guess that I'll have that drink later," I promise myself.
I
hold my arms to my sides stiffly, and navigate the jumbled throng of
students to enter the staff hallway that leads to the Head Tables'
entrance.
"Though my sex life with Catherine is,
agreeable, she is nowhere near as adventurous as I hoped. I thought
she could be trained, but perhaps not," I muse, noting the crisp
click of my boots' heels on the hall's marble floor.
"I
wonder if Miss Granger would present a more stimulating pursuit. No
doubt that she would," I surmise.
As I near the Great
Hall entrance, I draw a solid breath and nod an acknowledgement to
Minerva. I step across the threshold into the sunlit hall. I storm
directly to my seat, sneering at any student who dares to look me in
the eye. The nerve.
I take my seat, and listen impatiently as
a toast is proposed.
"At Lunch?!" I think
irritated.
"To Dumbledore!" Hagrid shouts
enthusiastically.
"To forbidden lust," I toast in
silent unison, my eyes finding Hermione at the Ravenclaw table, "To
forbidden lust indeed."
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TBC
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Author's Notes 2/Open Letter to Readers: I have received more than a few emails from pople wanting to know about the AU nature of this story. Quite simply, this story is me just having fun with a series that I love, inspired by an excellent author, J.K. Rowling.
It started as a surprise project that grew from a little blurb story ("Obsession'). I wanted to explore what would happen if everything we know about the Harry Potter world did not occur quite the same as it did in the books, and not from Harry's point of view. I wanted to write a challenging (for me) story in which I actively took on the voice of each character, and described the scenes, thoughts, feeling, etc. from their personal point of view. I got this idea from a wonderfully heartfelt story I read once, and wanted to give it a shot.
As to why Hermione is a Ravenclaw in this story is quite simple, she could have easily been one. In fact, in the fifth book another student asks her why she was not Sorted into Ravenclaw. She told the student that the hat told her she could have gone there. Frankly, she posesses the key qualities of a Ravenclaw. She is frighteningly intelligent, and she is willing to aggressively go after her goals. If you wish to tell me that aggressive focus on one's goals is not a strong Ravenclaw quality, I would tell you to look at the way they play Quidditch.
Also, the Hermione in my story has reddish hair because the girl cast in the films has this reddish-brown hair, and I love red heads. Who doesn't? They're hot.
Anyway, I hope that I answered any lingering questions about the story in general and that you are able to enjoy the story despite (inspite!) of the changes I made. I will do my best to stay canon as possible, but I can help changing a few things.
Sincerely yours,
Danielle