Chapter 4- Sudden

Hermione nodded her head in obedience. Snape gave her a disgruntled look before letting her go. Hermione had to practically run to keep up with his long strides when walking. Snape never looked back when walking in front of her. He wouldn't even be in this position if he had kept his hands to himself. 'It was her fault,' he thought to himself. 'Wearing something so revealing…' It had been a long time since Snape had ever been with a woman, but he still could be turned on, no matter what any of these obnoxious children said. And speaking of children, she was no longer one. When did she turn into a woman under his eyes? You could barely even notice with all the books she caries. You can't sneak a thing like that under a man so quickly!

They had finally reached his office when he turned to look at her, her, which he had been reluctantly thinking about all morning. Magic, it could do everything you would want it to do except change the fate of the past.

Snape gestured for her to enter before him, which she was making all too difficult by the fact that she wouldn't move. She was staring at him with unmistakable fear. What could she be scared of?

Over and over in my head I was thinking, 'Oh my god! What am I doing? I can't be near him; at least not so soon. I can barely even move!'

Through the entire "run" to his office, I was thanking the heavens that he didn't turn around. But when he turned around and gestured me to enter his classroom, I couldn't move. His obsidian black eyes were gazed down on me like a pointed dagger. If anything at that moment I just wanted to run away. But I didn't, because I couldn't move. In fact I didn't even move until his hand guided me in at the small of my back.

He could tell that I was scared when he gave me a questioning look. But then again, who wouldn't be? It was professor Snape! And not only was it Professor Snape, but he kissed me. "Please, Ms. Granger. Sit down." I hadn't realized that I was standing staring at the wall in back of him. I immediately took a seat, not wanting to aggravate him more then he already was.

Snape walked to the front of his desk before turning around and leaning on it. He thought if he didn't get enough balance soon, he was bound to fall over. He didn't start by beating around the bush. He wanted to be quick and frank. But, to his surprise and horror, Hermione talked before he did. "Professor Snape," she hesitated, "Is there something you wish to discuss?" she asked.

Snape's tongue caught in his mouth. He found himself glaring at her for quite some time. "You know very well what I would like to discuss," he replied coldly. He continued, "I don't know for sure what led to what happened the other night, But…" He stopped when he realized she was making a faint clicking noise with her tongue; it was aggravating him.

"Would you stop doing that?"

Hermione was snapped out of her daydreaming.

"Doing what Professor?" she asked, but continued clicking without realizing it. Snape couldn't take it anymore. For someone with such intelligence, she sure could overlook the obvious. With a quick sweep of the cloak, he was by her side; hand over her mouth. The contact with his skin stopped the clicking Hermione was making abruptly. Their eyes were connected for a moment before he immediately replaced his hand at the side of him. Hermione continued to stare at the wall ahead of her. Snape was getting agitated and couldn't take it anymore… "Ms. Granger," he said, "Look at me."

Hermione didn't dare. She couldn't look at him, not after last night and after the dream… wasn't he a superb Occlumency teacher?'

Snape was very mad now. In frustration he pulled her up by the shoulders to her feet. Their faces were inches away when he grabbed hers to look at him. Hermione was surprised and knew she should have been frighten by all that was happening, but found it slightly arousing… 'He's so strong!'

"Miss Granger, you will look at me when I'm speaking to you…" Hermione couldn't take it anymore. He smelt of spices and fine wine, cologne and vanilla, everything heavenly that a man should smell like. There bodies were so close; she was sent into hysterics. 'Oh, fuck it!' She stepped up and kissed him, hard, crushing his continuing words. Her arms snaked around him, pushing him closer to her. Snape was shocked and surprised by the turn of events. His first intention was to pull her away and scold her, but as her arms pressed him further into their lip crushing kiss, his physical reaction was quite the opposite to what his mind was yelling. His arms flanked her waist, rubbing his hands across her back all the way to her ass. He maneuvered her onto a desk, his kisses traveling to her neck. She moaned hungrily in response.

Hermione couldn't believe what was happening but soon realized that she didn't care. Her moans only enticed her hunger as his tongue lapped over her neck. She could feel the heat rising in her, and she was getting moist with pleasure.

Her moans were pulling Snape over the edge, as he knew she could feel his excitement rubbing against her thigh. He couldn't take her voicing anymore, and wrapped his lips around hers, sending his tongue down her mouth. With the flick of a finger both of them had vanished.

Where are we was the first and only coherent thing that came to mind within the last few turns of events. One quick lick to my neck sent me into a world of oblivious memory. Quite the oxymoron, I know. Oh fuck! What is he doing to me? It's fabulous…

Sooner than thought physically possible, Snape had Hermione pinned between him and the velvety sheets of his ebony bed in his private chambers. As soon as focus could be concentrated on her rather than apparation, Snape had his lips crushed upon hers', his hand fondling her breasts. Hermione whimpered with frantic breath. Snape found her desperate cries of sexual release arousing and found himself hard between the two of them, making it harder to press himself to her. He ached for her touch and soon found it when Hermione's hand reached from behind him and pulled him to her for him. A sharp gasped left Snape's lips and he caught the remnants of a smirk gracing her lips when he looked up. For her to smirk was a very un-Gryffindor thing for her to do.

Snape growled and ravished every visible part of her. He sucked on her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure in her throat; he bit her earlobe delicately, immersing a sound of great delight from her mouth, vibrating on his neck. She cooed when he continued his ministrations of kneading on her fully clothed torso. Snape lifted a bit off of her, which brought forth a whimper of disappointment on her part. Snape looked down at the sight before him and could feel the hesitating sweat glisten down his member. He realized now that she must have been a nymphet, hidden in the disguise of an educated driven woman. Her eyes were closed, but her rosy pink lips quivering in wanton need. Her skin a tinge of red flush, her neck delicately wet. Her hands groped randomly, and when one of her elegant hands wrapped itself around his warm hard-on, Snape lost it completely.

With the snap of his fingers, Hermione's clothes, sans black velvet knickers and bra, had vanished. Snape took in the edible beauty before him, but when he saw the look of pure terror in her eyes, a sense of dread enveloped him. The look she gave him had only reminded him of what duties he fulfilled years ago. He abruptly got off of her, reluctantly pulling her hand away. Hermione had an utter look of curiosity written on her face, but Snape did not care. He did not need to explain his actions to her. He stepped away from the bed. With another snap of his fingers, her clothes reappeared on her body.

"What, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Please, get up from the bed."

"But sir…"

"Now." He meant it. His obsidian eyes bore into her. It was alluring, and would have been arousing if not so serious.

Snape gave her full attention now and stopped the mindless sweeps on his ruffled robes. He wanted to say 'Ms. Granger' more than anything, wished it hadn't gone so far. But nothing could change what happened, and Severus had dealt with much to regret in his life. The intimate activities that just occurred between he and Hermione would forever taint the teacher and student relationship they once shared.

"Hermione, I think you should go."

"Why?" she asked, grazing his cold stone floor with beautiful bare feet.

"You know why…"

"Well, I obviously don't." She moved in front of him. "What, are you doubting my abilities also?" she fumed. Snape resist the urge to roll his eyes. It all becomes so clear to him.

"Is this what this has all been about? Are you trying to prove your worth for one of the imbeciles in this school? Because you shouldn't," he replied with earnest. Snape regretted his words soon after they came. The effect they had on her sent her eyes ablaze with tears.

"I wasn't! I was going by what I felt, going by instinct."

"And what is it that you feel, Hermione?" he asked with importance.

"I don't, I don't know." Her head hung in defeat. Hermione's mind raced for justification, but found none. She felt the sudden presence of a firm hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards chamber doors. She turned in desperation.

"I think you should leave."

"Can I stay?"

"No."

"Please," she pleaded, "I have no where else to go."

Her eyes. Everything thing that needed to be said, Severus could see in her eyes. Every sad plight, all her misfortunes, all the unhappiness was evident, Occlumency unneeded. What could trouble this tortured beauty for so long that she would seek refuge within the hollow depths of another tortured soul?

"Please let me stay for a while, I just, I just," her sobbing hardened into cries of regret and fear of rejection.

I weep out of self-pity. I don't understand what happened. Everything was fine and then he stopped it. I would give anything to feel his touch again. I would give anything to feel. I weep out of fear. I have nothing left to lose but my dignity, and even that is very insignificant. In the eyes of the school, I'm a girl who has everything. Though I do not have companionship or love. I don't anymore. Must everyone slander my name with deceit and malice? And here stands the one person who could see me for who I truly am, because he sees my qualities in uniqueness, not a whole. I feel his hand remove itself, and instead of opening his doors like I first thought, he pulls me into a wary embrace. I must say I'm shocked to say the least.

The embrace lasted for a moment of time that seem to cease. Hermione, shocked at first, began to relax as the familiar scent of spices and herbs filled her nostrils. Snape felt her tranquility, and removed himself.

"Hermione, follow me to my office please?"

"Yes, Professor."

"While alone together, call me Severus."