Forgetting
No matter what his morality dictated, the next night Severus found himself prowling yet another club. Something in him needed to get Hermione's scent, her feel and taste, out of his system and off his skin. One way or another he was going to make himself forget her.
She'd been so pure once. She'd been exactly what he wanted: naïve and innocent. She'd been young and fresh, the whole world ahead of her. She was always looking to the future, always curious.
Something changed somewhere. About the same time she started going with Potter he'd noticed the change at school. She'd been quieter, more insular. She spent her time then only with her two friends.
Severus, like everyone else, had assumed that it was because of her parents. The two dentists had been killed in an arbitrary Death Eater raid. She wasn't even allowed to think that it could have been her fault. Whatever had gone through the girl's head, whatever she had made herself believe, it had corrupted her, turning her into what she was now: the thing he wanted to forget.
He skulked around the bar in a way that several women had told him was dark and mysterious. His eyes drifted across the writhing, sweating bodies on the dance floor. Some were closer now, grinding against each other, than they would be hours from now when one finally got tired of teasing and dragged their other off into a room and so that they might be fucked into unconsciousness.
In the middle of the floor, three men surrounding her, making a veritable wall around her, was a tall blonde. She was incredibly leggy and wearing practically nothing if you counted the halter top and leather skirt. Severus could see the bad techno pounding through her body, making her wet just from the attention. She was perfect. She, whoever she was, was exactly what he needed to get Hermione out of his system.
Severus elbowed his way onto the dance floor and claimed her from the midst of the other men. She'd be one of those women who, if you looked them deep in the eyes and admitted your extreme attraction and intense hard-on, would follow you straight home and jump into your bed. It wasn't like he hadn't met her kind before, he just always felt cheap after them. Tonight, for some reason, Severus needed to feel cheap and maybe just a little dirty.
Twenty minutes worth of whispering, grinding, and groping was all it took. She followed him outside and into a taxi. Her hands strayed into his lap time and time again during the ten minute ride back to his apartment. Severus spent his time concentrating on her, memorising the lines of her legs as they spread into her tight, pale thighs and the curve of her ample breasts as they filled and overfilled her shirt. He needed this.
Almost too soon, he found himself tumbling her into his bed without so much as a word. Of course, it wasn't like she'd complained. They hadn't even turned the lights on as he led her into the bedroom with its king-sized bed and black, cotton sheets. They'd need to be washed tomorrow.
Severus' had his way with her that night in the darkness of his rooms. It was rough and without emotion. The only sound was her cries through the shadows. This was not the kind of girl you wooed back to your place before making love to her in the candlelight. No, this was the woman you whispered dirty things to on a dance floor before getting a taxi so you could fuck her hard in the dark.
She, whoever she was, was responsive, ever so responsive. She moaned loudly as his bit her flesh, leaving marks. Her hands gripped hard at his shoulders, probably leaving marks of her own. The noise almost embarrassed him, knowing that he probably wasn't the best lay she'd ever had or would ever have. He was just some guy who needed a good fuck. She was just some chick who didn't care whose bed she slept in.
It didn't last long. Neither had come back here for a long, drawn out night. They needed the feeling of flesh to sate them. Snape rolled over and cleaned himself up with a towel from under the bed. He tossed it at his companion before closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. When he heard her own breathing deepen, the Potions Master pulled out his wand and cast an infertility charm on her. Last thing he needed was a palimony suit.
Hours later, Snape woke up, not sure if he felt better or worse after the night's activities. He did, like he'd thought he would, feel dirty. Severus looked down at the bed beside him and noticed that it was empty. All the better. Now he wouldn't feel like a heel as he kicked her out and headed into the bathroom. He always did, no matter how many times he did it.
Coming back from the shower, however, Severus saw something he hadn't noticed before: a makeshift card on the nightstand. It was just a piece of paper folded over with a bright red lipstick kiss on the front:
Severus,
Thanks,
Again.
-Hermione
P.S. I can do my own Infertilis Charm, but thanks anyway.
