He didn't really give a rats ass if he lost his job, he knew they would soon come crawling back when no one else was stupid enough to take up the position of Potions Master, not to mention there were very few qualified to actually teach the position. Maybe she could call in a favor off Harry fucking Potter the golden boy, the chosen one, the fucking prodigal child. He was so fucking great at everything apparently so maybe the little cunt could take up his post.
He had managed to stalk all the way down to his chambers without interruption, but that was probably because he looked like he was about to murder the next person who as much as glanced his way.
Hatred and anger radiated off of him as he threw himself down on the couch, with such force, it skidded back a few inches.
Opening a bottle of whiskey he pressed it needily to his lip, downing half a bottle in two gulps. Had he been paying more attention, he would have noticed Hermione sitting next to him, eyeing him off apprehensively, book in her grip, feet tucked under her, gracing the spot she had clearly claimed as her own.
Dropping the bottle from his lips he slammed it on the table, only pulled from his reverie when she cleared her throat, causing him to jump and his heart skip a beat.
"Don't fucking do that again, you near gave me a heart attack" he bit.
"Sorry," She replied meekly, eyeing him off. "What's upset you?" She pushed, she had known him long enough and spent enough time with him lately to know when he was angry, and this was like nothing she had seen in a very, very long time.
"Nothing of your concern, Hermione." Her name fell from his lips so easily and so naturally, smooth as silk as if he had been calling that the entire time he had known her.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, sitting back, his body pressing against hers they were so close. He wanted nothing more than to press his lips to hers, tell her how he felt and then fucked the girl senseless. Who cared what anyone thought, she was of age; he was a grown fucking man who could do as he pleased so why was he holding back. Was it fear of rejection? Fear that perhaps she didn't feel about him the way he perceived in his mind. All he really had to go on was two kisses and the fact she spent more time with him than without of late and surely that counted for something.
"Have you seen this?!" She exclaimed in a huff, fishing into a hidden pocket of her school skirt and producing a piece or parchment, waving it in his face rapidly.
"Well, I can't read it if you keep waving it around like a neurotic Niffler." He snatched the paper from her; brows knitting together followed by an eye roll as he passed it back to her.
"They are going to expect me to go and I'm not," she said defiantly, jutting her chin out and folding her arms tightly across her chest like a petulant child who was being forced to do something that they didn't want to.
"I dare say you have no choice."
She rested her head on his chest sadly, listening to the gentle rhythm of his heart as it beat a song along with the gentle one-two of his breath.
He tangled long fingers in brown curls, gently stroking her head over and over again. Lids fluttered shut in response to his touch.
"They will be there. Harry and Ronald and I don't want to face them. Not now, not ever," Her voice wavered as if she were on the brink of crying as she spoke. She never wanted to see them again for as long as she lived, and quite frankly, she didn't care if she ever saw them again.
She honestly couldn't believe that there was going to be a ball to celebrate the victory of the war and mourn the loss of the fallen so soon after while the wounds were still open and raw. While people still openly mourned the death of their loved ones.
It was incomprehensible that they would be having a celebration alongside a memorial; the two just should not go together.
She sighed in frustration, rubbing a hand over her face, this was both illogical and frustrating and she hated it.
"I refuse to go."
"You have no choice, Hermione. You will be expected to be there front and center with the two of them, after all, it isn't the golden trio without Hermione Granger."
"I wish I could go with someone that would annoy them and make them angry. Harry and Ron that is, I want to see them hurt like they hurt me."
"May I suggest Draco?"
"May I suggest you?" She countered with a raise of a brow, a smile tugging at her pink lips. That would truly get brows raised and tongues wagging.
"I don't think that would be wise…" He trailed off, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Minerva. "Minerva would fucking have kittens," he bit, reaching for the bottle again and drinking some of the contents down once more.
"What's that supposed to mean, has she said something to you?"
"Has she said something to you?" He reiterated, looking down at her accusingly, fingers still tangled in long locks
"No. What makes you think that?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously from where her head rested on his chest, wondering what he could possibly be talking about.
"Nothing, forget it." He sighed sadly, feel more content now with the little witch lying upon his chest than he had ever felt in his entire life and the only thing that was stopping him from pursuing anything more than a friendship was a cranky old witch dangling his teaching contract in front of him and threatening to tear it up. The truth was he didn't even need the job; he had been toying with the idea of leaving and opening his own store brewing potions and selling ingredients. It was only the what if's that were holding him back from doing so. What if the business was a failure? What if no one wanted to buy from a former Death Eater?
At least working here he had the security of a long-term job and a steady income, if he branched out on his own he would totally be reliant on his savings until such time the business started turning a profit if that would even happen.
"It's not nothing, I know when you are lying so don't try pulling that shit on me Severus Snape," She warned sternly.
He chuckled at the witch's totally brazen attitude, she had no qualms in telling him off or telling him how it was. She was totally comfortable with him and he with her.
"Fine. But you can't breathe a word of it to anyone. I honestly don't know how you extract information from me so easily."
A malicious glint flickered in her eyes and dissipated as soon as it had shown itself and in one quick motion, she was straddling him, hands on his chest.
Sweet fucking Merlin what the fuck was she doing?
"That's because you love me," she purred softly against his ear, hot breath like a welcome breeze over his face.
Well, thanks for stating the obvious, he thought to himself as his eyes closed momentarily in bliss.
"I do not," He bit dryly through clenched teeth, telling a bold-faced lie while trying to stop his cock from hardening and showing his true desire for the girl.
"Are you going to tell me what she said?"
"I could, but then that will totally change where this is going right now and I don't know if I can bear to stop you from groping me while in this compromising position." He smiled wickedly at her, grasping her hips tight and holding her lithe frame.
"You know you want to tell me." She pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck followed in hot pursuit by another and another.
He groaned in response, if she fucking kept that up, he would tell her anything and give her what she wanted and he would be fucking her six ways from Sunday as well.
"Please, Professor?" Her voice a husky whisper as she peppered his jawbone with tender kisses.
So the little Swot wanted to play that game, did she? She was heading the right way for the best fucking of her life and he wouldn't give a fucking shit if he were out of this castle for the rest of his life. Perhaps it was time to explore other avenues?
"You better fucking watch it, Miss Granger, I suggest you remove yourself from my person at this instance unless you wish to go much, much further than you already are. Before you know it you will be in my bed and we won't be fucking sleeping I can assure you that."
"I will take my chances." A smile tugged at her lips, as a mischievous look flashed across her features. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew exactly what she wanted. She was sick of waiting for him to make a move. All over the Christmas break, she had been throwing out glaring hints that she wanted him and she thought either he was ignoring them or he liked men.
Right up until this moment he had displayed so much self-control, for weeks and weeks he chastised himself and kept himself in order, he managed to keep his hands off of the girl for the most part, but now, now, she was dangling the proverbial carrot in his face and he didn't think he could resist chasing it.
If the little bitch hadn't climbed atop him all seductive like he would have had more than enough self-control to stop himself but now with all of his blood racing to his cock and stopping him from making logical decisions with his brain he didn't think he could stop himself. It wasn't every day you had a young, beautiful witch straddling you while she seduced you and right now, he was going to give her one hundred percent for effort and if he could, he would have awarded Gryffindor one thousand points for being well skilled in the art of seduction, this clearly wasn't her first rodeo.
"I've been so bad, Professor, and I think I need to be punished," She said as she looked at him with a sultry look in her eye.
Fuck this shit, he was done, he would go and tear his own contract up because right now, he didn't give a fucking shit about it. He was going to fuck the young, sultry, beautiful witch who was seducing him and right now his job paled in comparison.
"You know there is no coming back from this, Hermione?" Seriousness dripped from his every word as he watched the young witch before him with innocent lust-filled eyes who clearly didn't know what she was getting herself into with him because he was complicated and he had more baggage than Heathrow airport, but who was he to deny her? She was old enough to make her own informed choices and she was highly logical and could think for herself.
"I know." She pressed her lips gently to his.
He removed his hands from her hips, running them under the hem of her school skirt, cupping an ass cheek with either hand causing her breath to get caught in her throat and she broke the kiss.
"Do you have any idea what kind of implications this will cause, Hermione? Not only with us but with everyone directly and indirectly associated with us?"
"I know. I've thought about that all and this is what I want. I want you. Unfortunately, I can't help whom I develop feelings for and you just happened to be that person. All the time we have spent together hasn't really helped the issue but the heart wants what the heart wants. I don't care what anyone else thinks. Not to mention I am currently turned on beyond measure and if you don't have your way with me and you send me on my merry way, I may just have to find Draco and let him be of service."
He growled low in his throat angrily, "That won't be necessary." He pushed her off gently, pulled them both to their feet and he led the way to his bedroom. He couldn't resist that dangling carrot any longer.
-o-o-o-o-
Gasping for air as her head spun she really couldn't believe that after all of this time, all of this waiting she was finally here with him, getting as close as two people possibly could.
Her nails dug hard into the flesh of his shoulder, leaving half crescent indents in his skin, adding to the smattering of many scars he already had there from years of taking the brunt of many a curse from Voldemort and Death Eaters alike.
Cold eyes meeting warm ones, each locked onto one another as the pace quickened, threatening to spill them both over the edge and into euphoria. She was so fucking perfect he couldn't believe he could finally partake in the indulgent that was Hermione Granger, and it was much, much better than he had thought it would be.
Her breath stuck hard in her throat, nails digging in once again, mouth slightly agape his lips ghosted over hers as he brought her over the edge with a shuddery breath and he couldn't help but follow suit as her velvety walls held onto him like a vice grip, milking his cock for every drop it had to offer. He rolled off and the two lay in a pleasure-induced stupor, only the heavy heaving broke the silence in the room.
She was the first to speak. "The mattress is comfortable, way better than mine."
He didn't know if he should laugh or cry. "I just fucked you and your first comment is about the mattress? Either I was really, really bad or this is an incredibly comfortable mattress."
She flushed crimson, "Sorry, I have a tendency to just speak of what I am thinking about. You really were great, not that I have much to compare you with…. Not that I should be comparing but it's just that… Sorry I am rambling now." She rested her head back on his chest, pulling the covers over the both of them.
"And who exactly do you have to compare me too?"
"Harry and Ron…" She trailed off, looking at the wall.
"At the… at the same time?" He managed to choke the words out, maybe there was more to Hermione Granger than met the eye.
"Oh, Merlin no. I mean during the few weeks Ronald vanished when we were looking for Horcruxes, Harry and I didn't have much else to do really… We both became quite proficient in the art of intercourse. Of course, Ron doesn't know what happened and he probably never will. Once he came back it sort of ruined the blossoming relationship that was happening between us, if he didn't come back I dare say I would probably be married to Harry Potter right now."
"Indeed," he managed to force out, his jaw locking with anger and he had no idea why it's not like he could go and turn back time but the thought of her with someone else greatly soured his mood. "So there was something between you and Potter then?"
"There was, yes. But we decided to end it amicably because neither of us wanted to hurt Ron, and what a fat lot of good that done anyway," viciousness intertwined within her words.
"So the time Weasley left you and you punched Potter in the face, why didn't you just reignite the old flame and go back to him?" His voice a low rumbled against her ear pressed against his chest.
"By then too much had happened between us and I didn't think there was any going back honestly, he had his new life, I was coming back here and I just didn't really think it would have worked out between us. I mean by that stage it was pretty clear he wasn't ready to be saddled with commitment when he could flaunt his newfound status around and land any girl in bed with him."
"I see," Were the only words he spoke. He was thankful that she didn't end up with Potter or she wouldn't be lying here with him now.
"So will you come to the ball with me?" She changed the subject, turning her head just so to capture his gaze.
"I don't think that would be wise Hermione, not yet, anyway. I don't think the world would be ready for one-third of the Golden Trio to be in a romantic tryst with a former Death Eater. Ask Draco, go with him, they will positively piss themselves when you show up with him."
"But he was a Death Eater too," she protested.
He chuckled. "Hardly. He may have worn the mark of the darkness but he didn't actually do anything wrong really. His record pales considerably compared to mine of Murder and treachery."
"Fine, I will wait for Draco to ask me."
"You're confident." He raised a brow in question.
"You see the way he watches me and tries to corner me, I daresay I will have an offer at the next opportune moment he has."
"Indeed."
"Oh, and Severus."
"Yes?"
"Happy Birthday." She smirked.
He paled, how did the little Swot know?
Best. Birthday. Ever.
-o-o-o-o-
Minerva scowled hard at dinner that night when she realized both Severus and Hermione were absent from the meal. She didn't like this she didn't like this at all. Especially after she had just had a stern talk to with him about it all and here he was clearly defying her and her wishes.
Hermione could do much better than Severus, he was a former Death Eater, and he had killed more people than he had had hot breakfasts, he was crude and he was dour, and he was certainly probably not the right person for a young vivacious young girl who had the world at her fingertips.
She had put up with a lot from Severus, his blatant disregard for her authority and his blazingly clear alcoholism that she turned a blind eye to because he wasn't hurting anyone except himself but this… She didn't think she could sit idly by while he whispered sweet nothings into the girl's ear, lured her in and then unceremoniously break her heart in an instant. Severus was a loner, Severus didn't love and he certainly didn't deserve to break Hermione Granger. She just hoped the girl was smart enough to realize what she was getting herself into because from what she knew, Severus Snape would not be a good fit for the girl.
A/N: Another chapter done and dusted. It was not going to go in that direction, I had planned on making them wait for another few chapters but it sort of just wrote itself once she climbed into his lap, she wasn't meant to seduce him but something these stories tend to write themselves and I just go with it.
I was going to do a total fade to black during the sex scene but decided for a subtle fade to grey and give you a little something.
And seeing as I am in such a great mood, I released this chapter early.
-Aliasmel1