Author's Note: I don't
anything, the plot I do, but the characters are all created by the
one and only, J.K. Rowling. I'm not getting anything out of this,
except the enjoyment of typing and writing this story.
This was
written mostly in my English class, a way of my bored mind trying to
keep itself awake. If it weren't for that class, I wouldn't have time
to write anymore. 2. This is a SS/HG story, not really a romance
right now, but I haven't finished it yet. There is a possibility it
will end up being one, but as I see it right now, it might not be.
Basically, Hermione and Severus share one night of passion that
changes their lives forever. The story's told mostly from Hermione's
point of view, with a little bit of Severus thrown in. Read and enjoy
and if you want, leave me some feedback. Four stars mean that it's a
new part, they didn't turn out right on
Watching Her,
Watching The Stars.
That night, her life changed. She hadn't expected any of this to happen. Of course it was partly her fault, but no one would have ever guessed this would have happened. Especially to her.
It started on a cold Friday night towards the end of December. It was the Friday just before Christmas, and the day of the long awaited Yule Ball. The day had started off as beautifully as it could, the big flakes of snow swirled softly to the ground as the sunlight broke through the white, fluffy clouds. There was no sign of foreboding or the slightest notion of something bad happening.
Everyone in the castle had been preparing for the occasion. It started the first week of December; the castle was filled with the buzz of the students discussing who was going with who and what they were going to wear. No one knew who was performing, Dumbledore had chosen to keep it a surprise. As for who was taking whom, there were many speculations, most of them true.
Hermione Granger was going with Ronald Weasley, only as friends. She'd stressed to him that it meant nothing, they were going as friends and nothing else. She wasn't sure Ron had got the point, but she decided to go anyway. At least she'd have a date. Harry, of course, was going with Ginny. He'd finally gotten over his nervousness and asked her to the ball. Hermione and Ginny had sat up in the Head Girl's room for hours discussing their choice of clothes and their choice of boys. They knew that this night would be a lot of things, but the beginning of the end was not something they expected.
As the Golden Trio and Ginny entered the Great Hall on the night of the Yule Ball, the lights dimmed. The music started and couples were flooding the dance floor. Ginny and Harry took off towards the floor and were soon enveloped in the crowd. Hermione took Ron's hand and lead him to the spot where Harry had just disappeared. They danced together, very close, and Hermione almost had to remind Ron that they were just friends.
The song ended, and she excused herself to get something to drink. Severus Snape was standing beside the bowl, scowling out at the mass of people in front of him. He reached towards the cups and poured himself a healthy dose of punch. Hermione started to do the same, watching the dance floor move slowly back and forth as the song changed from fast to a soft romantic tune.
Neither Hermione or Severus knew that the punch had been spiked. Earlier in the evening, a mysterious figure had walked in and dropped a bottle full of potion into the punch. It was a lust potion, one as powerful as the strongest liquor known to man. This potion caused the drinker to fall temporarily in love with the first person of the opposite sex he or she saw. It didn't affect every wizard the same, only those who had lost something in life, or were without love in their lives were affected in the worst way. They would fall for the first person they saw. But neither Severus or Hermione knew this as they took their first drinks.
It started as a light tingling around her heart. Nothing that bothered her at first, but then it got stronger. Her eyes opened in alarm. Her heart started fluttering, her chest felt like someone was hammering to get out. She clutched her chest and looked worriedly up at the man beside her. She was going to ask for help until she saw the look on his face.
He was in the same condition. He looked towards Hermione and felt the greatest need for her. Without turning back, he grabbed her arm and ran towards the door. He didn't even tell anyone else the punch was spiked, the need was growing stronger and stronger by the second and he knew if he didn't get her down to the dungeons soon, he'd have to ravish her right there on the floor for everyone to see.
They barely made it down, and before the door was closed, his lips were bruising hers. They captured each other in a rough kiss, hands peeling clothes off left and right. She probed his mouth with her tongue, and her hands never left the clasp on his pants. She successfully got them off and started working on the many buttons of his shirt before ripping it right off, buttons flying everywhere. He flung her tank top off, and let it fall softly to the ground as he picked her up and moved towards his bed. Her clothes were all off as he laid her down on his dark green sheets. She took his mouth in another passionate kiss while pulling off his boxers. He clamped down on her nipple, and she let out a moan that echoed off the walls. He started to move away from her, towards the bottom of the bed. She reached out a hand and in a husky, lust filled voice, she said, 'No, I just want you!'
She awoke the next morning in the arms of someone that she wasn't quite sure of who it was. Hermione sat up and realized she was naked. She pulled the blanket up over her chest and looked over her shoulder. Severus was lying in the bed beside her, his arm still half wrapped around her. With her head pounding, she saw that he was half-naked, maybe fully naked. She was also in bed with him, the room spun as she started to remember the night before. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened, but that didn't take a genius to figure out.
Severus woke up beside her, grumbling about the horrible headache he had. He sat up and threw his leg over the edge of the bed before whipping around way too fast for his aching head.
'What, may I ask, are you doing here?' He seemed to know the answer and didn't push when she didn't answer him. She wanted to climb out of the bed and leave this place forever, but she was embarrassed to be in her situation. She pulled the sheet farther up and avoided his eyes.
'Miss Granger, turn around or close your eyes, just do something. I'm getting out of here.' She turned and waited until she heard him in the other room before even thinking of getting up. When she thought he was far enough away, she got up, dressed and ran back to her rooms.
When she got back to the safeness of her room, she cried. She'd always thought that her first time would be special, something she'd always remember and most of all it was supposed to be with someone she loved. It was nothing like it, it had happened because she was drunk, there was no other reason. She didn't even love him, she really hated him and now he had taken something away from her.
The holidays had ended and everyone had finally stopped talking about the Yule Ball. Everyone knew about the spiked punch by then, and they over talked it for days. Most people hadn't been affected, and those who had wouldn't soon forget it.
Hermione couldn't wait for classes to begin. She could go back to her normal routine and forget everything that had happened. She hadn't seen Severus since that night, and she had no intention of seeing him. It was inevitable though, her first class back was Potions.
Severus acted like nothing had happened; he barely even looked at her. To him, she was just a one night stand that should have never ever happened. But he couldn't shake the feeling that even though he wasn't in his right mind, he had defiled this young woman. It was different from the times he had to do it for Voldemort. Back then, he couldn't feel pain or remorse. This time, he could feel the pain of what he did, even if it wasn't really rape. He knew it wasn't his fault, it was whoever put the potion in the punch, but in the back of his mind he thought he was partly to blame. Years of being a Death Eater should have taught him self control, and yet again he failed.
Hermione walked into the Potion's classroom and sat down at her normal spot in the back of the room with Harry and Ron. She didn't look very well, her face was tinged with green and her hands were shaking. Severus could hear her tell Harry that she had been sick earlier that morning, but she had to come to class, she didn't want to miss anything. Severus watched her for a moment and seeing her face glow green, he said, 'Miss Granger, I'd appreciate if you wouldn't be sick in my classroom, go back to your room.'
