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"Who the hell is Hermoine Granger?" Eventually became the question that Snape played in his mind like a broken record. First it was "When did Hermoine become so feminine?" and "How did she learn to do that?" But those were forgotten after a time, because it all came down to the fact that Severus did not know her at all anymore. That shy and bright child that he had known was gone. Now she was replaced with something primal, something magnificent and dangerous all the same. She was a woman, a full fledged woman and he didn't know how he was going to face her in school, knowing what she was and what they shared.
He was also mad as a hatter. He had been taken advantage of. She seduced him and then restained him against his will! She stripped him and brought him to the edges of bliss just to repel him back to the barren land she left him in without her soft features.
Recapping what had happened was what plagued Severus for what seemed like an eternity. There he was, still tied down to the bed. He hadn't known how long she had been gone, because he didn't have any windows to check for the sun and there was no clock that chimed on the hour. First he thought he could escape the torment in his sleep, but seeing as how he didn't take his remedy for dreams that day, he was reliving her glorious body in his head.
When he woke up, he pleaded with himself that it was all just a huge dream. Just some nightmare that never occured therefore he had nothing to worry about, but the second he tried to move his arm and couldn't, he threw that hope out along with his dignity, respect, and probably his job.
But what tortured him the most, was that when he relived that night in his mind, he became excited and hot all over again. That was probably the worst thing. That Hermoine had enticed him in that fashion, then planned to emotionally torture him and it worked. He wanted her before, but that didn't compare with the desire he felt now.
Then it clicked, and the key to his sanity. The one thing he could rely on was that if he got out of this without getting exposed that he would exact his revenge on her, and it would be sweet. She will soon realize that you don't mess with Severus Snape and then think that you will not get burned in turn. He knew that she wouldn't tell anyone because it wasn't something you boast about and she probably thinks that she got away with what she did to him, but that was not the case.
Who knows how long had gone by when Severus started panicking. He had to teach his first years on Monday morning and without a teacher, Dumbledore will be notified and he will start searching for him. Severus cringed at the thought of Albus finding him in his state. He actually considered the idea that it would be far worse than a hundred crucio curses put on him by You-know-who.
Then the ropes dissentegrated. He hadn't even been trying to move and his nose had started itching so he unconsciously moved his hand to scratch and he soon found himself scratching his nose. He then moved the other hand and found it free from its confines also. In no time, he was up and taking a shower, trying to get rid of her smell which still clung to his body. He then dressed and checked the time. It was Monday morning.
She must of planned this, Severus thought to himself, and a little "also" was soon added to the end of that statement when he thought about it some more. Those ropes had a timed release spell on them, he was sure of it. But, thankfully, he had to focus on getting through his classes.
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Oh, if only I could fake sick, because that would mean that I would not have to face school and what was surely to prove an interesting lesson when she walked into today's Advanced Potion's class. It wouldn't be too hard for Hermoine to become ill on purpose, when she awoke on Monday morning, she had been increasingly sick to her stomach with dread anyways. But then she would be sent to the hospital wing, and everyone would know, including him. And the one thing she did not want to do was show that she was avoiding him.
And why should I be the one embarassed? I knew what I was doing and it's all his fault!
With this new state of mind, Hermoine now had the little confidence she needed to go down to breakfast. She would act like she normally did and that nothing had happened. Oh yes, that would be a tempting torture she could not deny. Walking into breakfast, with her usual demeanor would mean that what they had done meant nothing to her, and she would try to meet his eye, like she was challenging him or something.
Hermoine went out the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall with a bounce in her step.
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But he had not been to breakfast, or lunch. Hermoine had had most of her weekend to gain composure and reflection on that Friday night, but Snape did not have enough. He taught his silly first-years and revelled in getting back into the swing of things. And he even allowed himself extra malice towards the fourth-year ravenclaws before lunch.
The real test of his composure would come after lunch when he had seventh-year Advanced Potions. He had continually thought about what he was going to do and how he was going to act when she came, but considering how he was no longer prepared for Hermoine Granger, he had a most difficult time planning his reaction.
In no time, the bell had rung and all the students had arrived. Severus walks out of his office and quickly ascends the platform and surveys the students waiting for his instructions.
And he successfully hides his surprise, for in the front row (where she usually is he observes) is Hermoine looking up at him with that sweet, angelic face that she has always given. Severus had expected to see her from a far, but now that she was so close, his once thought control over the situation and his emotions was weakening.
Which was exactly what Hermoine wanted, and when he spoke to give the instructions for the test that day, his voice showed just how much she got to him. Hermoine broke out into a smile as she heard the gruffiness and how curt he gave the instructions. She thought it was ironic at how often Profesor Snape loved to intimidate his students and give them such a hard time, but now he was the one with the mental anguish, and he was the one being intimidated.
But her stomach also did a kind of back flip when he spoke, also. This she did not like and she wished she wouldn't keep lifting her head from her test to look at him as he sat behind his desk, bent over correcting papers. His hair was down, covering his face and at that moment all she wanted to do was touch it and push it behind his ear. And she also was fascinated by him too. He was so intent and focused, but there was a noise in the back and his head snapped up to scrutinize the class and she instantly put her eyes back on her paper.
When the test was over and the bell rang, everyone rushed out with a sour look on there faces, and Hermoine was the first to get up and rush for the door, yet still look like she hadn't a care in the world which did not go together considering everyone wants to get out as quickly as possible in Profesor Snape's class.
But Hermoine heard the familiar voice behind her and her hopes of getting out of there alive was deflated. She slowly turned around and got out of the way of exiting students. God, why didn't I just sit in the back? "Yes Profesor?"
"May I have a word with you in my office?"
Neville was the last one to leave and she was hoping that he would stay behind and wait for her so that Snape couldn't say or do anything presumptious, and she silently tried to plead with him, but he didn't even show any sign that he got it. As he passed he whispered, "Good luck."
Luck would have nothing to do with how I get out of this mess. She then made her way to his office.
When the door had closed with a thud, Snape came wheeling around and strided towards her until he was within arms length away. "You are something else, aren't you, Miss Granger? I used to think that you were smart, but now I have serious doubts on your intelligence. Do you even know what you did and how much danger you are putting me in?!" He was spitting mad and his nostrils flared, but the anger which she thought had dissipated had returned almost full force.
"This would never had happened if you hadn't ordered that living doll. She came to your classroom that night and I'm glad I stopped her. I don't know what would have been worse, you screwing that embelished clone or actually having me!"
"I wasn't going to to..." He felt stupid for not being able to say the word, considering he had already done it with her, but she was still the student and he never talked about sex with a student. When was the last time he even talked about sex at all?
Hermoine was waiting for him to stop stuttering and finish his statement but she was also reveling in the fact that she made Severus Snape stutter.
He gave up on trying to say it. He was trying to explain himself and his voice got pleading. "That night, I had gone down to Hogsmeade to stop her and send her back. I didn't know she would come up here and wait."
"Then why was she here?!"
"Because someone thought that I was interested when I wasn't. And that manky git is going to pay also."
"Who?"
"That isn't important. What is important is that you had no right to treat me like that."
"Oh, and what do you know what is right and wrong?" She was just daring him to pick a fight with her.
"Maybe I don't." He slowly stepped towards her and she stepped back and he continued to make slow, seductive steps towards her as he spoke, "But I do know what it is like to seek revenge. Bitter-sweet revenge."
His voice was like honey to Hermoine. Toxic honey it may be, but she was like a moth to a flame, just wanting more. Always wanting more. Then she felt herself back into the wall and she knew she was stuck. He seemed to be getting taller and broader with every step he took until he was so close she could smell the soap he used that morning.
"You will soon realize, Miss Granger, that what goes around comes around, and I will not be taken for a toy. For no one exposes Severus Snape and think that there will be no aftermath."
He then closes the distance between them and captures his mouth with hers. Hermoine is taken by surprise, but quickly falls into her desire to have him again and returns the kiss. It is passionate and vivacious with them coming up only once to gulp the thickening air.
Severus then reluctantly and with great pains (mainly in the groin area) released her. Did he really want this? They would only be getting in deeper, but he knew that look in her eyes. He had seen it thousands of times in his dreams. The lust and the desire. It turned her brown eyes into a dark chocolate, full of untapped strength and hidden feelings.
Hermoine felt abandoned when he stopped the kiss. For an instant she thought she would never again feel warmth again, but the coldness was soon gone and she felt the heat that had started to spread through her entire body. No one had made her as excited as he did and she found herself with conflicting emotions. She had always despised Profesor Snape, but now she saw him as an enigma. She now wanted to see who he was and what he could do.
He tried to step away, trying to hold true to an invisible limit line, however, Snape pins Hermoine against the wall again and kisses her lightly, but then leaves her mouth to put his face in her hair, trying to keep his head clear to think. He is brought out from his thoughts by her deep, yet soft voice.
"Please, Severus. Please, I need you."
He looks her in the eyes and he doesn't need to be told twice. He dips his head, but she meets him half way with such force that they are both thrown back and he finds himself hitting his desk. He puts his arms around her waist and lifts her to sit on his lap.
Hermoine finally got to put her hands in his hair, and glorified herself in the silky mass. His shoulders were hard and tender under her palms and she relished in touching his cheek bones and just memorizing his face with her fingers.
Severus had brought her closer and she felt his hands caressing her back and buttocks as well as a hard bump in the front of his pants. She needed to be closer to him, though. She wanted him to fill her completely and entirely.
In the chaos, they found themselves naked and on top of each other. Last time Severus had been tied down, but he know was actively participating in the excitment and all the touches involved. He now got to touch her breasts and they were firm and succulent.
He heard her pleas and came up between her thighs and felt himself slowly entering her. She took a sudden intake of breath and moaned with sheer delight and he commenced to enter her deeper. Soon they were in a fast-paced rythym of heated bodies and hard thrusts that only got faster.
When it was over, Hermoine felt full, like all the peices of her life fit wonderfully together. She liked this feeling, and didn't want it to end, but Snape moved beside her and it started to fade slowly. She knew she should leave. Dinner in the Great Hall would be starting soon and she didn't want anyone worrying where she was. But she didn't want to leave. She felt safer than she ever had within Severus's arms. She reluctantly got up and started to find her clothes.
As she was putting on her shoes she jumped when he spoke.
"Running away again?"
She looked at him and smiled. He was still naked. "No. It's dinner time and I am famished."
"What are we going to do now, Hermoine?"
She loved her name when he said it. If everybody said her name at the same time, she would only hear his voice. Hermoine finished dressing and she stood up, thinking hard about what they should do. Her mind was telling her to stop, but everything else said that she wanted what Snape could give her.
She approached him and put her hands on his bare chest, the skin firm and soft under her fingertips. "Give it some time." She then kissed him lightly and moved away.
But he grabbed her and pulled her to his body and planted a hard kiss that fired up her furnace once again. But before the call of desire got the better of her, she pulled away.
He looked intently at her. "But not too much time."
She smiled again and then left.
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