A short chapter to bring the two protagonists stories together.
Their looks transmitted similar emotions, shock, disgust, loathing, but shining through was lust and desire.
Their eyes locked for what seemed an age, neither willing to break contact, until Hermione blinked and the spell was broken.
Hermione reacted first, covering her heaving breasts, she shouted, 'What the fuck are you doing in a female bathroom?'
Eyes flashing angrily, Snape replied, in a voice dripping with distaste, 'My dear young woman, I am a senior teacher in this establishment and when I find lights on and noise emanating from a room at this time of night it is my duty to investigate.'
'And what's that in your hand?' she snapped looking down at his erect cock, still gripped in his hand, 'Your fucking torch?'
Snape's eyes glared dangerously at Hermione. She felt that she may have gone too far, but he merely released his cock, drew his cloak across himself, turned on his heel and as he left said through pursed lips, 'Turn the lights off when you leave Miss Granger.'
The door slammed, Hermione's head dropped to the side of the bath and bitter tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her mind was in turmoil, she had just experienced an intense orgasm, but when the subject of her fantasy materialised she had felt incredible guilt and loathing.
Hermione tried to analyse her feelings. The most intense feelings were so closely related, lust and hate were such close bedfellows.
She remained in the water until it began to chill her body as it cooled. Shivering she climbed from the bath, wrapped a towel around herself, collected her clothes and returned hurriedly to her room.
She curled up on her bed, bitter tears of recrimination and anger coursing down her face. How could she have felt such intense feelings for that man? A bully, a former Death Eater she had fought against, in part responsible for the deaths of so many, despite what Harry and others now thought.
It was illogical and Hermione did not do illogical.
But she could not deny her body's feelings, feelings that were re-surfacing even as she had these negative thoughts about him.
Her mind in turmoil she drifted off into a dream filled sleep full of violence and passion with all the protagonists having the face of her or Severus.
At the same time Severus was suffering similar mental agonies. He sat on his bed, his head in his hands trying to dispel the image of Hermione pleasuring herself whilst intoning his name.
All the time reminded of his desire and lust by the painful erection that had not subsided since he had entered the bathroom earlier.
This was a woman he detested, and who he thought felt the same about him.
He lay back on his bed without disrobing, staring at his ceiling and at some point, he knew not when, drifted off to sleep.
