Disclaimer: I wish I owned HP..I wish I owned HP..I wish I owned HP.. :::clicks her heels three times::: :::opens her eyes::: Damn! Still not mine!
A/N: You prolly stopped reading these a while ago. I really have nothing to say up here, due to my large conglomerate updates. Oh well. A couple of changes here and there.
Now, back to where we left our duo:
Severus wasn't sure if it was the fact that she cared about him, or the whiskey. Perhaps it was both. But before he knew it, he had grasped Hermione's arm and pulled her into a kiss that could make angels weep and saints deny their god.
What the- Hermione's thoughts were haulted from shock. Merlin, the man can certainly kiss. she thought, abandoning all reason. Severus' hand moved from grasping her arm to gently caressing the small of her back. Hermione relaxed at the soft touch, any misgivings quickly flooded from her thoughts.
The sharp taste of the whiskey flooded her mouth as his tongue moved to slide over her own. The tongue retreated as Severus used his teeth to knead her bottom lip gently. Hermione moaned ever so softly into the embrace and Severus' eyes took on a deeper look of desire.
It took Hermione a few moments to realize that the hand on her back had moved to the front of her blouse, unbuttoning it deftly. Her brain, which was normally so quick and analytical, seemed to have shut down. The only thing it was concerned with was that the hands currently roaming softly over her curves continued to do so.
She kissed Severus hungrily, getting caught up in her emotions. She felt his now-painfully-evident erection press into her belly and she gave a slight gasp. A smirk formed on Severus's lips mid-kiss and suddenly he swept her off her feet and into his arms in a rather debonair fashion.
He pushed open the door to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, pulling of his own shirt before jumping on the bed to join her. Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her level. He hovered slightly over her, the tips of his dark hair brushing her face.
Hermione shivered pleasantly as he began to peel off the rest of her clothing.
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Snape kept his eyes firmly shut when he awoke, almost afraid to see what the heavy weight on his chest was. He knew perfectly well what it was, a beautiful, naked, sleeping, Miss Granger. No, not Miss Granger. Your -wife- he told himself, trying to rid himself of the feelings of guilt he had.
Why did he feel as if he had just ravished an underage student? Because you did. the nagging little voice in the back of his head insisted. No. he told himself firmly. She's not underage anyway. She's 18 remember?
Even though he hadn't planned on this, it wasn't as if it wasn't going to happen sooner or later. Dumbledore had even encouraged it, if you looked at it a certain way. Although he didn't think Dumbledore had meant taking advantage of her while he was in a drunken state...
Snape sat up, shaking his head slightly as he pushed Hermione off to the side of him, willing himself not to look at her. She grumbled something incomprehensible and he whispered to her "Go back to sleep, I'll be back in a bit." before kissing her lightly on the top of her head.
When did he become so..affectionate? Snape shrugged as he got down from the bed and threw some clothes on. He ran a comb through his hair a muttered a quick cleansing charm before leaving his quarters.
He walked purposefully down to the potions lab, rummaging in the storage closet. He sighed inaudibly when he saw the masses of vials and bottles he would have to go through to find what he needed. He moved twords the shelves and started searching through the wares hastily.
He saw a bottle of headache relief on a shelf and grabbed that, gulping it down. Well, that took care of his massive headache.
Surprisingly, it didn't take long for him to find what he needed. He walked back to his rooms with two vials, and was infinately glad that it was a Saturday and that no student in their right mind would venture down to the dungeons today.
Hermione was still asleep when Snape got back to the bedroom. She was slumbering comfortably, flashes of smooth skin showed where the loosely worn sheet failed to cover her. Her hair draped over the pillow in a disheveled manner and she wore a slight smile on her face. In all, it was nearly enough to make him get hard again.
But of course, Professor Severus Snape had much more self-control than that.
He placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder and shook her gently, startling her from sleep. She groggily sat up, modestly clutching the sheet to her chest in the process. "Professor Snape?" she said, slightly confused and still half-asleep.
He raised an eyebrow at her and said "That certainly wasn't what you were calling me last night." He smirked slightly.
Hermione flushed a deep red, remembering her vocalizations the night before. "I..uh..well, that is.." she stumbled, wincing slightly as she sat all the way up. While her first time had been fairly pleasurable, the morning after was another story.
"Here." Snape said, thrusting a vial with clear liquid in it at her. Hermione looked at him warily, not making a move to take the vial. "For Merlin's sake, I'm not about to poison you."
Hermione nodded and took the vial, downing it's contents in a single gulp. She let out a sigh of relief as the potion kicked in. "Thank you, that's much better." Snape gave a curt nod of understanding.
Hermione spied the second vial that he was holding. "What's that one for?" she asked. She noticed he looked slightly uncomfortable.
Snape held the vial in front of him, which contained a very dark red substance. "This is :::a slight pause::: a fertility potion." he said carefully, watching the bemused look on Hermione's face change to one of shock and distaste.
"Why on earth.." she started, but Snape cut her off, hold his hand up for her to stop.
"Miss- er, Hermione. We're running out of time here. We have already put this off for a month, and since the deed is done, we might as well put it to good use." he said simply, offering the vial to Hermione.
Hermione stared at it as if it was the most disgusting thing she ever beheld. "I..I can't do it." she said, shaking her head.
Snape stared at her appraisingly and said coldly "Hermione, if you don't take this potion right now I will have to force it down your throat."
She glared at him. "I can, and I will. Don't think otherwise." he said in reply.
She frowned at him and took the vial with a shaking hand. She glared at it, as if it was the potion's fault for existing, and then drank the vial.
"Happy?" she snapped acidly, glowering at the man before her.
Snape pushed back the anger he felt at hearing anyone talk to him that way. She had every right to be angry, though her anger might be better directed at the idiots at the ministry and the Dark Lord. He took the empty vials back and honestly said "Thank you Hermione."
Getting off of the bed, she nodded slightly to him as she grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom, the sheet wrapped around herself.
He rubbed his temples and leaned against one of the bedposts. Hurrah, he was going to be a father.
A/N: Well that certainly was interesting. ::sigh:: I'm aching to get to the part where the fall madly in love, and I'm sure you all are too, but, grr...there's this whole "character development" thing we authors seem to have to follow and well, I daren't go against it.