Shattered
Chapter Ten
Hermione Granger rubbed her eyes groggily. She had managed to catch a few hours sleep and was now awake to see the snow falling heavily as it brought in a new day; Christmas day.
She sat up slowly, wiping her eyes looking around the empty dorm room, a feeling of sadness washed over her, this was the first Christmas she would be spending alone without Ron and Harry and without the warmth of the Burrow. She never did get an invitation to the burrow and she suspected it was because of the whole Ron marrying Lavender thing and to avoid conflict at an already sad time.
There were no owls bursting to get through her window and deliver her a barrage of Christmas cards and there were no presents at the end of her bed. This was going to be a terrible day she knew that much. Perhaps she would stay in bed the entire day only emerging for the Christmas feast where she would make an appearance so no one would send a search party and then she would spend the rest of her Christmas break holed up in her room and never emerging to see the light of day. That sounded perfect to her.
Crookshanks jumped on the bed landing on her chest heavily pulling her out of her stupor, staring down into her eyes purring contently as he curled up into a tight orange ball. Okay so at least someone cared about her, she smiled at the cat, running a hand softly through his long, ginger fur.
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"Miss Granger," He purred seductively in her ear, his hot breath hitting her face and sent her weak at the knee's as she pulled herself up to full height trying to mask the fact he was having such an impact on her.
"Yes professor?" She breathed huskily back to him, pressing her body harder against his own as he pushed her up against the cold stone wall of his classroom, no space left between the two as he nipped playfully at her neck, sending Goosebumps along the entirety of her body.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Miss Granger?" He questioned, sliding a hand down her skirt-clad thigh, stopping at the hem his hand twitched as his long, slender fingers slid beneath the material and touched her bare, milky skin.
"I have, Sir. I must be punished."
"Yes, you must." His lips crashed on hers hard, his hand cupping her ass hard pulling her even closer as he ground his hard cock into her thigh. Forcing his tongue into her mouth she shuddered against him. She tasted so fucking sweet, he couldn't wait to sink his hot length into her slick core and fuck the little Swot till she was screaming his name and coming all over his cock.
He broke the kiss, grabbing her chin with his free hand and forcing her gaze to meet his own. "You want me, don't you?" He demanded.
She met his gaze evenly, "I do," she whispered back.
Severus's eyes fluttered open, turning his head, his bed was empty, he shook his head trying to get the thought out of his head, it has felt so real, it had felt so amazing, she tasted fucking amazing.
The little bitch was worming her way into his fucking dreams and under his skin. This was immoral, this was wrong. He tried to tell himself. For fuck sake, he had first laid eyes on the insufferable little bitch when she was just almost twelve years old, and now, all these years later he was fantasizing about fucking her and doing terribly depraved things to her. He really ought to get his moral compass seen to, because right now, he wanted nothing more than to invite the bitch down, bend her over his desk and take her from behind while she screamed and begged for him to stop as he brought her to her release for the third time in a row.
Throwing the blankets off of himself he pulled himself up to full height, his erection pressing hard against his pajama pants.
"Merry fucking Christmas to me," he muttered bitterly doing the walk of shame to the shower. It had been a few years since he had bedded a woman and that had to be the reason he had the dream because never in a million years would he actually bring his dream to fruition and never would she wish to partake to bring his dreams a reality.
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"Professor," Hermione smiled politely as she stopped to great the man after the feast, not far from the Great Hall.
"Miss Granger, how are you on this positively disgusting day?" He sneered, he hated Christmas and why shouldn't he, he had nothing to look forward too and no one to spend it with.
"Terrible," She huffed.
"Likewise," he offered.
She couldn't help but notice the sudden standard he had in personal hygiene, his hair was washed and his robes were fresh and clean and for once, he didn't reek of alcohol.
"No hide nor hair of tweedle dee and tweedle dum on this Christmas day?"
She shook her head sadly, "nope."
"Tragic," he offered a little too sarcastically.
"Well, Professor I best be off."
"Indeed."
Hermione tried to move from the spot in which she stood but there was some divine force holding her to the spot. She tried again but to no avail, her heart sunk and she looked up. Charmed fucking mistletoe, she would hex whoever left that there and it would be irreversible too.
"It seems we will not be parting ways unless we kiss," she said awkwardly looking to the floor but pointing up to the ghastly leaves of green adorned with red berries above her.
He growled shooting the monstrosity a hateful look. This had to be the work of Peeves, or Minerva or someone who fucking hated him. If it wasn't bad enough that he was dreaming about the bitch, now he was forced to press his lips to hers in a bid for his freedom, this was uncouth and ridiculously unfair.
He sighed, resigned to his fate, there was no way out of this he had tried many a time over the years in which he was unsuccessful in finding a way out of these.
He looked left and looked right if he was going to do this, he wanted to make sure no one could see him partake in the kissing of Hermione Granger, mostly because he knew he would be walking away from here with an erection.
A hand reached out to grasp her chin firmly as he tilted her head up to look at him, she blinked rapidly and licked her lips, she was going to have to kiss him to get away. Her heart raced and her palms became sweaty, on the outside she looked cool and calm but her insides were knotting and twisting in circles.
He had to stoop down quite a bit to reach her; she was only short in stature compared to him and his form that often towered over many others.
He pressed his lips to hers, she tasted as fucking good as he could have imagined, he could hear her breathing hitch in her throat. He stepped closer to her unintentionally, her arms found their way to his waist as she draped her arms casually around his midsection.
He tangled a hand in her hair softly as their lips pressed together in want and need. He didn't have to kiss her like this, a simple touch of the lips would have sufficed but something stirred within him and awoke. He was even more shocked that the girl had not pulled away in repulsion, in fact, she had stepped closer to him and embraced him. He knew this was wrong, he knew he should pull away but it had been so long since he had been in a woman's embrace since he had felt another's lips on his own that he didn't care. All caution was thrown to the wind as she melted against him.
She bit his bottom lip and sucked it gently, he had to put every ounce of effort into not bending the little Swot over and fucking her against the stone wall right here, there was no one around and so many alcoves he could drag her into.
He pulled away, both were breathless, she blinked at him as if trying to process what had happened, she didn't hate it.
Closing his eyes he had to mentally scold himself and step back from her putting a great distance between them.
"Merry Christmas, Miss Granger." He nodded curtly before rushing off before primal instincts took over and he fucked the girl.
"You too, Professor," She said in a ghostly whisper tracing her fingers feather light over her lips, what the hell just happened? Whatever it was, she liked it. Perhaps this Christmas didn't rank as one of the worst she had ever had.
No, he was her teacher, she was a student and no good could of this. Her eyes widened as reality set in; she liked Severus Snape the snarky Potions Master whom everyone disliked, whom everyone was scared of. She wasn't scared of him and she enjoyed his company. What the hell was she getting herself in to?
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Boxing Day had rolled around and thus far, nothing exciting had happened for Hermione, she had just left the hall after eating a quiet dinner when she almost tripped in surprise because Harry Potter was walking up to her positively beaming.
"Hermione!" Harry Exclaimed strutting up to the girl and forcing her into an awkward and not at all reciprocated hug, her arms awkwardly hanging out at her sides horizontally.
"Harry," her voice was soft and even with an eeriness to it that Harry knew no good was going to come next, she was pissed.
"How dare you and Ronald ignore me!" She exclaimed loudly, "No invite to the wedding, no whisper of it happening, ignoring my owls for months on end. Ignoring me!" She screeched, stomping her foot to punctuate her displeasure. This, of course, caught the attention of the Positions Master who was casually strolling past to his chamber, with his interest piqued, he laid in wait in the shadows to see what would play out.
"Hermione, settle down." He held a hand up defensively running the other through his hair shakily.
"You got a bit crazy there, we were distancing ourselves, for fuck sake you punched me in the nose and broke it and rejected Ron's proposal. It would have been a bit fucking weird to have you at the wedding of the man you turned down, you know?"
"I went weird? Me? Are you even mentally all there Harry? You fucking came onto me, you tried to have your way with me! We had just finished fighting in a war and I am the weird one because I had a conscience, because I wanted to come back to school and finish my education?" She was poking him in the chest over and over again, each jab getting harder.
"Everyone could see it, Hermione. You lost your mind."
"I lost my…oh, my god, I can't even right now. What the hell Harry. You all are the ones who lost your minds, carrying on like nothing happened with a few million Galleons in your banks to sweeten the deal. Acting as if none of our friends died. I'm so sorry for caring, Harry. I'm so sorry for having compassion for those who died," She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her cheeks as Harry looked to the ground awkwardly, hoping this would be over.
She had fumbled for her wand in her jeans pockets and now pointed it threateningly at Harry. She didn't mean to do it but she was so upset all logic flew by the wayside and with the anger coursing through her body, she would have no qualms shooting him between the eyes with a killing curse. Eight years of fucking friendship thrown away for nothing.
"Miss Granger," Snape drawled as he stepped out from the shadows, both their heads snapping up to look at him. Casually he strode over to her, grabbing her wrist and gently taking her wand from her. "As much as it would give me great pleasure to see you kill Mister Potter, and I would reward the notion with many hundreds of house points, it would be tragic for such a young, intelligent witch to rot away in Azkaban. Come with me please, Miss Granger, I need to chat with you about your newts."
She tilted her head just so, going to protest and then realizing what he was getting at. He was trying to get her away from Harry.
"Oh, of course." She smiled through the tears that were still running down her cheeks.
"Potions, on boxing day?" Harry looked perplexed.
"Yes, Potter. Education doesn't stop just because a calendar holiday gets in the way, and unlike yourself, Miss Granger wishes to obtain an education and not Lord about getting by on her social status like other people." He sneered, as Harry went to protest. "I suggest you go see the Headmistress for whatever it is you are here for and stop antagonizing students. Good day, Mister Potter."
Snape led the way as Hermione trotted along beside him to keep up with his large strides all the way to his chambers where he ushered her and in she sat in the spot she was so well acquainted with, only this time he didn't take his usual post in the armchair beside her, instead he sat beside her gently and rested a comforting hand on her knee.
She smiled a watery smile, sniffling and sobbing still. "Can you believe the nerve of him?! Saying I am the one with the issues." She sobbed again holding her head in her hands, how dare he.
"I can believe it, nothing Potter does comes as quite the surprise that is used to come as. Now I prepare for the worst and hope for the best when it comes to dealing with the prodigal child, after all, he can do no wrong in the eyes of everyone."
"Thank you. For this, for everything." She smiled a sad smile as she stared into his inky-black eyes and for one fleeting moment a smile crossed his lips and vanished as quick as it appeared. "Thank you for being a friend, for being the only one here for me when no one else was." she rested her hand on his knee and squeezed gently showing her appreciation.
"You are very welcome, Miss Granger, " he said coolly, but on the inside, his stomach was doing backflips, she actually considered him a friend? It had been years since he had a friend… That was, he was unsure if he had ever really had a friend at all.
A/N: Hey guys. I had a few people ask me why Draco was showing an interest in Hermione when she was a Mudblood. A few things… But first and foremost… It's an extra-added plot point to bulk out the story but there was said to be some attraction from Draco towards Hermione in the canon world. Also, his father is now in jail and what better way to show their family has well and truly changed allegiances than to welcome a 'Mudblood' into the family.
Again, thank you for the reviews and the follows; I hope this chapter gave you just enough fluff between the characters to keep you going.
-Aliasmel1