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Chapter 35. Dangerous
Severus was torn between finding Hermione or Minerva to talk to in private first. He knew finding his student would be dangerous, especially with the seemingly sudden increase in aurors in the castle. While he had been aware of Miss Tonks and Mad-Eye puttering about the school, there were a few more additions of late that he didn't recognize. It made him weary, given the upcoming plot against Hermione's life and the impending death of the Headmaster. It was hard enough staying relatively unnoticed when it was simply Albus Dumbledore after his hide, but now he was being watched by a lot of suspicious witches and wizards that made his afternoon tea with McGonagall seem like the only option.
So, the two sat by his fireplace, teacups in hand, and he debated on the best course of action to take in sharing the news with her. There was something in her eye that told him she had an idea of what was going on, but still wanting to hear it from his mouth.
"As you know Hermione is set to be kidnapped and murdered at the Malfoy Manor over Easter Holidays due to the romantic intentions of one Draco Malfoy. Our dear old Dumbledore suggested I encourage the relationship, so I did… essentially," he recapped, watching her grow impatient as he took his time reaching the particular topic she was waiting for. "It came to be that Mister Malfoy became aware of Hermione's involvement with me and therefore became privy to the larger plot at hand. He was distraught, at first, naturally, but she somehow managed to convince him that he could still save her while also saving his parents. Unfortunately, this meant that the two would have to continue their relationship, ever more publicly, even though they are both aware it is nothing more than a farce," the Defence professor finished.
"So, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy are not currently in a relationship?" Minerva confirmed, and Severus sneered over his tea.
"As far as the world is concerned, they are helplessly in love. Which is something I believe may affect her Gryffindor friendships negatively," he sipped at the hot liquid. "You've always been a judgemental lot," the Slytherin Head of House muttered, a twinge of a smirk playing at his lips. The Gryffindor rolled her eyes at the statement and turned her nose up at him a bit.
"Says the Slytherin," she dug back, naturally referring to the elitist nature the House had come to have associated with its name. He let his smirk grow and he glanced over at the fire and sighed, sipping his beverage once more. "So, how is it Mister Malfoy plans on rescuing his fair maiden?" She finally asked, her cup clinking against the saucer as she placed it on the coffee table in front of them. Severus leaned back in his seat and placed his own on the side table next to his armchair.
"Using the Time-Turner you so sneakily used to find out our dear Albus has done nothing to secure the safety of Miss Granger," he answered coyly. "He will stay through the majority of the party, until Miss Granger arrives, then promptly depart when he won't be noticed, as to show up and rescue her whilst maintaining an alibi. The Dark Lord won't know who it was that saved her, though he would likely accuse the all-knowing Headmaster of the task, however, he won't know for certain. Draco's family may be punished, but they won't be killed. The Dark Lord's sense of reason is dwindling, but I wouldn't say he's far gone enough to murder his followers this close to the war," he explained, his chest beginning to feel heavy. He knew what the catalyst would be for the beginning of said battle: his task to aid Draco in murdering Dumbledore, and his hand in saving the boy's soul. It would seem that all his Godson would have to do is find a way to get the Death Eaters on the grounds in order for his murdering the old fool to have witnesses. Then Severus would be deemed the most loyal of followers for having cast the killing curse himself, though it only was to be at the command of his true master.
As he thought back over the plot, he debated letting the witch in on it, but felt the keen sting of the unbreakable vow Dumbledore had manipulated him into taking. No one can know his involvement until the time is right, and obviously, the time wasn't right as he took tea with the Deputy Headmistress. His mind drifted to Hermione, her cluelessness as to the true extent of his Death Eater status. She wouldn't know until he had committed the crime, then his neglect to tell her would only darken her image of him further. The professor hadn't quite thought about the fallout, simply thinking of everything as mutually exclusive events that had no effect on one another. His relationship with Hermione, their child, would remain unaffected by his destiny to become a murderer of the light, and his vow to help Draco was removed from his desire to keep Hermione safe. It was in that moment, sitting with the fire crackling to his right, that he placed all the puzzle pieces together, and his heart sank.
After I kill Dumbledore, Hermione Granger will never want to see me ever again and it will be my doing.
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With his renewed sense of urgency, Severus had made it his mission to see the witch whenever possible. He sent her letters through her blasted feline, who he had come to appreciate, took Slughorn up on the position of teaching sixth-year potions whenever the older professor was feeling a bit too tired to commit to a full day of lectures or practical lessons. So, when Hermione's Tuesday morning practical came up, Severus jumped at the chance. There was little more than eleven days until Easter Holidays were to begin, and he wasn't about to waste a moment of them worrying about grading and exams.
He stormed into the classroom, commanding the attention of the dunderheads chatting and snickering, before turning around to survey them in a dramatic show of power. Instantly, his eyes landed on Hermione, who seemed crossed between anxious and delighted. A twisted smirk was pulling at her mouth while she toyed with the sleeves of her cardigan. His gaze shifted to her partner, a rather stoic Draco Malfoy, and he sent the boy a curt nod before taking in the rest of his pupils. Her friends, Weasley and Potter, were sharing a cauldron across from her and seemed to be distinctly enraged. Neither one was looking at her, while also refusing to make eye-contact with their professor, so he moved on before taking to the front of the class.
"I hear you are all learning the effects of Polyjuice Potion, so that is what we will begin brewing today. Usually, it takes a month of preparation in order to successfully bottle said creation, however, I happen to have the ingredients in my personal collection that will allow you to complete it in two weeks," he snapped, glancing at Hermione who seemed almost giddy at the prospect of brewing a lengthy concoction. "I will be supervising this brew under the request of Slughorn, which means your next two weeks of classes will be taught by me," he sneered, glowering at the students over his nose. A few seemed genuinely afraid, which nearly made him smirk. "Let's begin," he announced, revealing a display of ingredients at the front.
Students clambered towards the head table, but Hermione took her time in approaching, leaving Draco to watch over their cauldrons as she did. He watched her, and her honey-brown eyes matched his briefly when she could manage to. Something in the way she appeared to be glowing, her cheeks flushed and her hair just a bit more frazzled than normal, made him want to envelop her in his arms. She was stunningly beautiful, even under the dim lighting of the dungeon classroom.
When the students began brewing, the potions master began a leisurely stroll around the class, ensuring that everyone was progressing cautiously and accurately. He started at a pair of Ravenclaws who seemed to freeze as he passed by them, but what they had managed thus far was accurate enough, and he didn't linger long before moving on. As he rounded on Weasley and Potter, he noted his tattered textbook next to Potter's cauldron and nearly snapped it up from him. The boy grabbed it, pressing the pages open to where the recipe was scrawled on by Severus' own script.
The reminder made him look back on his potion's classes at Hogwarts fondly, having finally found a class that was no more bias towards any House, but instead something he could excel in without feeling guilt from Lily or his Slytherin mates. The time his younger self spent perfecting potions and designing spells to avoid the torturous rampages of the elder Potter were practically the only highlights he could recall from his youth. And there the memories lay, in the hands of Harry sodding Potter to use and abuse as he blundered his way through potions. No wonder Hermione was looking for tutelage. Potter certainly has the upper hand, Severus mused as he moved on from the duo.
As he finally made his way over to Granger and Malfoy, something overcame him when her form moved into sight that he could only describe as a powerful infatuation. It was as if she were wearing Amortentia as perfume, drawing him to her in a magnetic fashion. Carefully, he approached her, sliding behind them and noting her stiffen at his presence. He lingered, drinking in her scent as his hand drifted towards the small of her back. An inaudible gasp escaped her perfect pink lips as he slid his palm down, cupping her arse briefly before ghosting a touch between her thighs. Her sex emanated heat that aroused him deeply, and it took all his strength not to venture further, to slid a finger down the length of her cotton panties.
Righting, himself, he forced himself to leave her side and continue his rounds when he caught a slight movement from his periphery. It was the hand of his favourite know-it-all thrust into the air and he smirked, Draco staring at her curiously. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Severus asked, rousing the students from their focus as they all turned their attention to the wild-haired witch.
"I've done all I can for today," she replied, a blush developing on her cheek. He nodded his head, returning to her once more to examine the potion. It was perfect and in just the right state to remain stewing for the next few days under stasis. His eyes flicked up to hers and had she been anyone else, he would have guessed she was sick to her stomach. Instead, he noticed the fire in her pupils that conveyed her thirst for him that she was forcing down under layers of determination and focus. The knowledge that she was so aroused she couldn't stand another moment of his presence made him even more hungry for the witch, but he simply cocked an eyebrow.
"Place a stasis charm then you may go, Miss Granger," he spoke, dismissing the girl. As she gathered her things, casting the charm, he turned his attention to her partner who was just about at the same point she had reached and nodded. "When you're done, you too may be excused, Mister Malfoy," Severus added before returning to his rounds to survey the varying states of completion for each of them. The lingering feeling of lust stayed with him as he dismissed the students one by one. When the last one finally left, he collapsed into his desk chair with a grand huff and closed his eyes.
The image of Hermione danced behind his lids as he pictured her bent over his desk. Her knickers just barely peeking out from under her skirt that was riding up. He recalled her round bottom and how it felt in his palm and relished in the fantasy as he relaxed in the few minutes between classes. Forcing himself from the reverie, he stood and marched out of the class, marching through the hall towards his Defence classroom. There was a first-year class before lunch that he was ready to power through because he knew that he would be seeing the bewitching woman in the lecture thereafter.
-x-
There was a confidence to his stride that had installed itself in him since he left his morning class, and as he made his way from the Great Hall to the potion's class, he felt stronger than ever. So, when he was pulled to the side by an invisible force, his bravado wavered and he stumbled towards an alcove. Severus heard a quiet female voice whisper a notice-me-not charm and then a cancelling charm and looked down to see his wild-haired witch glaring up at him. He almost had a chance to smirk before she threw her arms around him and pulled him down for a snog. The wizard easily joined into the embrace and lifted her up to press her gently into the wall, pinning her form between his and the stone. She moaned at the impact, taking a handful of his hair in her hand and deepening the kiss.
In their fever, he nearly forgot that they were in the middle of the hallway in broad daylight and he bit her lip gently before tugging away suddenly. Straightening himself out, the professor took a deep breath and looked down at the panting witch who seemed to be forcing herself to keep pressed against the wall instead of leaping into his arms. "Miss Granger," he drawled. "Now is not the time for that sort of action," he chastised, digging at her by using her proper name. She shook her head and a cheeky grin pulled at her mouth. He noted her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as she maintained a thin layer of control over her desire.
"You started it, Professor," she jabbed back with a tone that sent a shiver down the wizard's spine. He desperately wanted to pin her against the stone once more, feel her body pressed against his, the heat emanating from her as they caressed one another, but somehow he managed to hold himself together as he stared down at her. Her curls were full around her face, framing in it such a way that brought out every glimmer and tint in her mesmerizing irises. Her cheeks were flushed, a soft pink tinge and the pucker of her lips the only real proof of their dangerous passion.
"Indeed, I did. And I will finish it, later," he emphasized, glancing from her bare knees all the way to her sparkling honey coloured eyes. The fog of lust was slowly disappearing, but it was ever present. His gaze trailed along the line of her jaw and down her neck where he remembered the sensation of her skin against his lips. Inhaling deeply, he gathered his strength once more before he sent her a curt nod and turned around to continue his journey towards the Defence classroom. He swore he heard her curse just under her breath, as he departed, and that brought all the power back into his veins. If he was to go without seeing his witch ever again simply from the demands of an old fool, he was certainly going to enjoy it while it lasted. With every fibre of his being, he loved that woman and he would make sure she wouldn't forget him.
She tottered into her Defence class not long after Severus did and took up a seat next to her beau. Boy-wonder and hand-me-down giving her the most disapproving looks the two could muster, while Draco sent her a sympathetic glance. Except she noticed none of them, her eyes trained on Severus as he paced slowly at the front of the class, waiting for the minute to strike where he could start. Something about the way her focus never drifted from his form made his imagination run wild throughout the duration of the lesson, though he ensured to keep his teaching consistent to not let on his distraction. A smirk or two was exchanged, when he was certain no others were looking, and jealousy bubbled in the way that Draco begged for her attention. It was easily quelled by her inability to let Severus slip from her sight. It would be a late night for the pair and there wasn't an inch of him that minded.
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There were no notes exchanged, no words or promises, just an understanding that the firey couple were to meet at the Room of Requirement at midnight and neither one was disappointed. Severus was late and entered the room in a haste, coming upon the most delectable sight. Hermione Granger was sitting on a large bed, her legs crossed, wearing nothing but a scrap of something resembling lace. He noticed her jump a bit at his sudden entrance, but she quickly composed herself and stood, the sheer ensemble leaving little to the imagination. They walked slowly towards each other, her bare feet making her significantly shorter than him, he could nearly place his navel to her nose.
He noted her nipples pressing into the fabric and moved to cup them, a shaky breath escaping her lips as he did so. Severus bent forward, capturing her mouth as he slid his hands down her sides to grip her arse firmly in his palms. She groaned hungrily into the kiss as she snaked her arms around his neck, her fingers entangling themselves in his long black locks. The way she tugged on his hair made him groan, taking her lower lip into his mouth to chew on before lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The Slytherin ran his hand up her lingerie and relished in the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers before laying her on the bed below him. He made quick work of his robes and trousers, leaving himself in a button-up shirt and pants, and crawled in between her legs.
She moaned, licking her lips as he kissed a trail down her neck, sliding the straps of her babydoll negligee off her shoulders to expose her breasts which he kissed and sucked at desperately. Her chest rose suddenly as she gasped for air, squirming beneath him and fueling his desire to please her. "Tie me up," she whispered, so quietly he almost missed it, his brows perking up at the request. He looked up to see her looking determinedly at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze as satin ribbon appeared tied to the headboard. A devious smirk spread across his lips as he kissed her feverishly, reaching behind her and tying up her wrists snugly, but not too tight before kissing back down her neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts. He dragged his fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her waist, her hips, making her giggle and squirm as he did so. The witch didn't tell him to stop, however, as he reached the edge of her lacy number, pushing the fabric up over her navel.
He relished in the view of the bare triangle between her legs. The skin smooth, as though she'd charmed the hair from it, welcoming his touch as he ran his finger between the folds protecting her nub. Moans and squeaks emanated from the woman as he toyed with her sex. Severus placed his lips everywhere except the area she begged for, teasing her until she glistened underneath him. With a swift movement, he slipped two fingers inside of her and felt her grip him tightly within her channel. He flicked her nub with the tip of his tongue, her hips bucking to meet his pressure, then dived in. The wizard played and toyed with the clit, alternating between a flat lick along the surface, or pointed work around the circumference. The deliberate nature of his actions made her coming close drag on, ensuring she had built up enough tension to make her orgasm powerful and earth-shattering.
When she did come undone, he felt the pulsing of her nub against his tongue and sucked on it until she relaxed, her breathing laboured as he climbed back up her and pressed his lips to hers. She hugged his hips with her knees, pulling him done on top of her so the cotton of his pants moistened with the connection to her sex. The witch ground on his member as they snogged, her fingernails digging into his back, surely leaving long pink lines on his pale flesh. Somehow, she managed to push down his underwear with her feet enough that his bare cock was able to press against her warmth, making them moan loudly in unison. Without hesitation, he rid himself of the clothes, slamming his length into her and making her arch her back in response.
He watched as her face twisted with every thrust. Biting her lips, then licking them purposefully as her eyes fluttered. Severus fucked her gently, ensuring she climbed back to her peak, which she seemed to be doing with ease, as he held her hips. His own pleasure was building, having to force it down until she let out a soft gasp, her eyes rolling back and her hips bucking to indicate her second orgasm. With her release came his and he spilt himself into her, leaning down to kiss her as he grunted, the pulsing of his pleasure in his cock wracking through him. Wordlessly, he released her from her binds and cast away the shirt he had left on.
"Fucking hell, witch," he grunted, his eyes opening into hers. The love mixing with the lust in her gaze made him kiss her again as he slid out from her and positioned himself at her side. "I love you," he whispered, into her ear, kissing her temple gently before she curled into him.
"I love you too, Severus," she hummed in reply, holding him close. "What you did in class today was dangerous, it can't happen again," Hermione chided, nuzzling into his chest. He smirked at the demand and ran his fingers lightly through her curls, careful not to mess them up more than he had. The wizard drank in every moment of the woman pressed against him, the love that flowed through his veins as he memorized her sent, her touch, the curve of her back as it led down to her arse. There was a twinge at his heart when his mind swirled with the thoughts of keeping his most deplorable mission from her and how much it will catch the witch off guard. The nights they spent entangled with one another, the child growing inside her, the love he poured into her, erased because of the demands of two masters.
His actions were dangerous, indeed, but not for the reasons she was citing.
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