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Again this isn't being beta'd so you will have to forgive my errors in spelling or grammar. However, after giving this a fresh once over, I've no idea why I haven't given this to my beta yet. lol.
Chapter 7
The next week flowed by very quickly. Hermione was no longer having her dreams, or at least not having them seem so intensely anymore. She still dreamed of a certain potion's professor, but they were different.
No longer did he seem to command her body and will in them. She was more in control of what happened. They weren't always about sex either.
She had gone about the rest of her week with ease. On Friday night her tutoring session had been a bit odd, not the part where Snape was in a bad mood, that was normal, but the fact that he seemed to be pushing her to take her exam. He actually complimented her skill and said she was more than ready for whatever was thrown at her during the test.
It had surprised and confused her so much that she did end up slicing herself during the process of making a new potion. He had snapped at her of course, calling her clumsy and ignorant. Which totally contradicted his earlier compliment. After seeing to it that it wasn't deep he had dismissed her, saying again that it was time for her to take her exams. She would swear he just was tired of her taking over his Friday nights and just wanted her out of his class.
She knew she was ready for the test, in fact she had been for awhile now. She just wasn't ready to drop his class. She liked him, even with his surliness. He was interesting to talk to, on the rare occasions they were able to. Plus, he had been such a focus of her thoughts and dreams lately she found she looked forward to his class.
She had spent her weekend trying to decide if she should indeed test out or not. In the end she decided to go ahead. Not that she wanted to, but because she was pretty sure that if she did it might just stop the dreams and thoughts. If she didn't see him daily, maybe this weird attraction would fade and vanish completely.
So she had gone to him after her class with him that next Monday to let him know she would indeed test out. Seeing him looking quite pleased about it had put her in a sour mood the rest of the day. He didn't have to seem so damn happy about not having to see me anymore. Bloody stupid git. He then scheduled her test for that Friday night since they already had the time frame set aside.
She even had her first extra class with the Transfiguration teacher too. He seemed to think she didn't need any extra studies, that she was ready to test out for his class too. It had annoyed her to hear it. Does everyone want me out their class? Do I annoy everyone that much?
She had nodded stiffly at Professor McLeoud and had stormed back to her dorm room. She saw he hadn't understood her reason for being upset and she hadn't bothered to explain it either. Besides, she didn't think she was ready yet. She still had trouble with a few things and wasn't about to sit down to do the exam unprepared and get a bad grade.
The rest of her week leading up to her potion's exam, she found herself in the library. Going over every scrap of text she could find within its walls on anything to do with potions and the ingredients for them. She had fallen asleep sitting at a table, her head resting on a book, just about every night.
She didn't know how no one ever found her and woke her up, making her not only go to her own bed, but either docking points or sending her to detention. She always woke up to either Madame Pince shaking her or simply jerking awake as the first rays of morning hit her face. She did notice her robes were always wrapped around her though. Even after she fully remembered taking them off.
She would rush back to her rooms just to shower and grab anything she needed for the day. Any free time had her back in the library with her nose in the books again.
It was now Friday and she was dreading the exam. She wondered if she should tell Professor Snape that she needed a bit more time before testing out. As if reading her mind, he had let her know just after her last class that she was to be in his class by seventy fifty-five or he would give her detention with Filch for a month.
Knowing she had let it slip how much she hated detention with Filch when she was drunk, she had narrowed her eyes and told him through gritted teeth that she would be there in his class that night. She was mentally calling him every vile name she could think of when she told him too.
He had just smirked at her and dismissed her with a wave. His eyes following her as she left still calling him names again. As soon as his door shut behind her, he had chuckled at her. He knew it was wrong to keep peeking into her mind, but it had been due to his peeks that he knew she was thinking of backing out of her test.
He knew she was worked up over it, worried of not making the grade she wanted. He had found her several times in the library fast asleep on top of her books. Filch had come to him a few times and let him know he had found a student sleeping, not knowing what he should do about it. Snape had assured him that he would take care of it.
So he would go to the library and find her indeed sleeping. He had stood there watching her while she slept, wondering what it was about her that had suddenly drawn his attention this year. Sure she had a surprisingly curvy body that drew one's eye, but what was it about her that makes me soften towards her?
He had been attracted to women before and not been the least bit kind to them. So why with this one? Is it because I've know her for so long? Watched her grow from an annoying and not so pretty child into a slightly less annoying and beautiful woman? One who was not only brilliant, but kind and good hearted as well?
He had shaken his head. Her being kind and good hearted couldn't be the reason. He didn't care about women who were kind or good, but it was the way she looked at him that drew him. No woman had ever looked at him like she did, like she actually cared.
Annoyed at how she affected him or not, he always made sure she was covered with her robes to keep her warm. Shaking his head some nights when he found them off of her and lying on a chair. Doesn't she know that one of the reasons these robes are apart of the uniform is for warmth in this drafty castle?
Now, he sat in his office waiting for her to arrive. Since he didn't go to the Great Hall for supper, he called to an elf to bring him a tray. He rarely did it, knowing the Headmistress, like the Headmaster before her, would stop the elves if he indulged in it too much. They both knew he would never join the staff for meals if he didn't have to.
At seven fifty he walked into the classroom, un-warding the door, then going to his own rooms to grab a book. Since he knew no one could get to his rooms without going through his class, he left the wards down. He would be in his classroom until she was done, then he would reset everything once she left, and go to bed.
It wasn't three minutes later that he heard her knock on the dungeon door. He called enter, and as she came in, he saw her nervousness clearly etched in her face. He sighed knowing the young woman was more than prepared, though for some odd reason she was lacking in confidence.
When she sat down at the desk in front row he walked over to her. "Miss Granger, before we begin you need to take a deep breath. You look like you're about to faint and I don't want to have to carry you to the hospital wing."
She cracked a small smile at the thought of him carrying her. "I don't think I'm ready. I thought I was, but I keep forgetting things, simple things."
He sighed again. "Look Miss Granger, I know you are more than prepared for this exam. Where is your infamous Gryffindor courage? If you would just stop worrying and whining you would see that I'm right."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I wasn't whining. I merely made a statement of concern."
He smirked at her. "Call it what you will, but it's still boils down to you being silly about this. You know you are ready. Now stop this nonsense and lets begin." He pulled out his wand and warded the door so they wouldn't be interrupted, and added silencing charms so she wouldn't be bothered by outside noise.
She put her things away and he handed her the first part of the test. The written part. He went over to his desk and picked up his book. Sitting down, he opened it up and pretended to read it. He was very good at pretending one thing while doing another. It was what kept him alive during his spy days.
With a silent whisper he was in her head again, merely watching what was in her mind. He saw that she was giving herself a silent pep talk. Telling herself that she was more than capable of getting through the test and getting an O on it. The thought of her rubbing the perfect score in his face for all the times he had insulted her made him smile slightly.
As the time passed, he saw the questions filter in her mind, saw her answers flash just before she wrote them down. So far she was doing very well. If this kept up, she would indeed get a perfect score.
Every so often he saw an image of them flash in her mind, either from one of her dreams or from one of his dreams that he sent her before the spell he'd placed on her ended. She would quickly banish it, but not before shifting in her seat. One of the flashes did distract her and after her letting the memories play out for ten minutes, he sent her a projected image of her opening her exam scores to find she got a T for Troll.
That made her get back to her test after she inhaled sharply at the thought of getting a T. Fighting a chuckle he went back to just seeing her thoughts. He decided that he didn't help her cheat since he didn't feed her any answers, he just gave her a reason to focus again.
She still had the thoughts of them every few questions or so, but they ended very quickly. Once she finished her written section she got up to do the actual potion making part. Since this was her potion's exam, it was also required that the student actually make one. Since it showed they really did know what they were doing and not just cheating or having book only knowledge.
He handed her the envelope containing the potion required. Since the Ministry is who decided what the test was on, they decided the potion too. Each envelope having a name of a different potion, so even the professors and Headmistress didn't know which student got which potion to make for the test.
She opened it up and frowned when she saw what her potion was named inside for the test. She stood staring at it as she searched her mind for the ingredients and proper way of making it. She glanced at Snape, saw he was back to sitting at his desk and was flipping a page in his book. Another thought popping into her mind of what she would like to do with him. She saw his eyes narrowed at whatever he was reading.
With as much as she had been annoyed at him lately, she still oddly found him attractive. She didn't even know what exactly drew her. Maybe it was because he didn't bother trying to disguise how he felt for people. Well, she had never seen his actually show anything but contempt for other people, so maybe that wasn't quite true. He was nice to you. He's been somewhat nice to you on many occasions. He showed concern and gave you a potion when you had been exhausted. He kept you from being discovered while inebriated. He even let you check out one of his books in his rooms. Something she doubted he had ever let anyone ever do before.
The thought of his room sent many other thoughts into her head. Thoughts of what she would like to do to him in his rooms that made her quickly look away and blush as heat flooded her body. The image of the poor grade appearing again and making her quickly focus on her potion again.
She went to the supply closet and dug out what she needed. Missing the hungry look Snape tossed her way while her back was turned. He had seen what she wanted to do to him and it hadn't been easy to stop and refocus her.
When she had what she needed, she went back to the table where her cauldron now sat. Snape stood up, and walked over to watch what she was doing. Watching from a distance as she laid out what she needed. Pausing to think before starting. The potion wasn't overly complex, but it wasn't extremely easy either.
He had watched her make this before in his class, but always with a book open to check and make sure she was doing it right. Now it had to be done solely from memory. He'd see her glance his way and get distracted for a few seconds, her cheeks turning a slight pink color. He would swallow while keeping a blank face, but before he would need to remind her to focus, she would do so on her own. Shifting against the table as she worked.
During the final stages, he moved closer to inspect the liquid inside the cauldron. It was simmering and didn't need to be stirred all that often, but she did need to keep an eye on it. He moved around behind her and as he went to look to see the color of it, and he again inadvertently pressed against her back.
With all the thoughts she had been having, not to mention the dreams lately, her body was on fire and needing some kind of release. With his body touching hers, the memories of the dream Ginny interrupted came crashing down on her mind. The things she had felt in the dream was flooding her, including how good he had felt as he was about to slip inside her. Before she realized what she was doing, she turned around and grabbed his collar, pulling him down until his lips met hers.
Snape quickly grabbed her hands, realizing she still was in the middle of her test, and with an incredible about of self control he pulled her away from him before he lost himself in her. His blazing black eyes meeting her own wide and horrified amber ones.
Fighting the need to pull her back against him and kiss her anyway, he spoke, but his voice came out harsher than he meant for it too with his desire. "Miss Granger, I suggest you finish you potion before you ruin it."
She yanked her hands back and quickly went back to work. Oh god, oh god what did I just do? The thought racing through her mind over and over as she watched her potion simmer. Her head was down so she didn't look at him, fearing what she might see on his face.
His face was thunderous as he saw her thoughts. He didn't like what the question implied. It implied doubt, regret, and possibly horror since he had seen it in her eyes. Did she not like kissing me? I didn't even get kiss her back. It was her own fault that I couldn't return it and there will be hell to pay if she doesn't give me the chance to do so after this bloody test is over.
She stirred the potion, looking calm and collected when she was anything but. Oh Merlin, why did I do that? How can I face him? He must think I'm an idiot. I can't believe I did that. The thoughts didn't stop. His lips had been soft though.
It was that thought that made him stop in his plotting of ghastly deeds to do to her for making him want her, then turning away from him like he'd thought she did. She likes my lips? He had never given them much thought before, but they were just regular lips. Weren't they?
She stared down at the potion that was starting to change color like it was suppose to. Why did he have to stop me? I just wanted one kiss. Okay, so I didn't just want one kiss, I wanted more than one. Damn stupid dreams are driving me crazy.
The more she rambled on in her thoughts the more his eyebrows rose at her. Sweet Merlin, the girl does want me still. About as much as I do her. Incredible. With a mental smirk he went back to his desk. Sitting down and waiting for what was going to come next.
Hermione finished her potion, breathing a sigh of relief and quickly bottled it. She walked over and set it on his desk, then quickly moved back to her stuff and after grabbing it, she bolted for the door. He watched her running to the door with amusement. Seeing her grab onto it and yank hard at it he smirked, as she glanced back at him.
"Sir, open the door please." Her voice pleading, as her eyes held her humiliation.
"No." He said, his voice silky yet firm.
She swallowed and took a deep breath. "Look, lets just forget...what happened and open the door."
He cocked his head at her. "Come here, Miss Granger."
She hesitated briefly before slowly walking over to him. She placed her books on the table and stood in front of his desk. He looked at her exam and with a wave of his wand, it and the vial of potion disappeared.
He stood up, walking over until he was in front of her, making her have to look up at him. "Miss Granger with the completion of your exams in my class, pass or fail, you are no longer my student. As a non-student, your display of..."
She bit her lip and interrupted, something she never would have done before. "Look, I'm sorry okay, but I really think we should just forget it. You made it perfectly clear how you felt by ignoring me anyway."
His hands shot out and grabbed her upper arms firmly, his eyes blazing again. "I wasn't ignoring you." He growled out, moments before he pulled her against him and crashed his lips down upon hers. Forcing her to open to him by nipping her lips and making her gasp. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he explored every crevice inside before gliding his tongue over her own.
He pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes. "I wasn't ignoring you. I just had to let you complete your final exam so you wouldn't be my student. I can't do this to one of my students." He pulled her back to his lips, his hands slipping down around her back and pulling her closer against him.
Once she got over her initial shock, she wrapped her own arms around him and pulled him closer to her. Her own tongue now exploring inside his mouth. When he latched onto it and sucked on it softly she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away again, then taking her hand in his, he pulled her with him as he quickly strode out of his classroom, past his private offices, and into his rooms. Inside, he flicked his wand, warding the outer door leading back to his office and marched her towards his bedroom. He flicked his wand again, placing silencing spells around the walls and door, the lights dimming to a soft glow.
She didn't get much time to look around before he turned her back around and was ravishing her lips again. His hands sliding down her back to cup her buttocks and pull her against him. Letting her feel how much he wanted her through his robes. With a sharp gasp at feeling his hardness, she pulled back.
"Wait." She panted, making him frown at her. "This is going a bit fast, but before we go any farther, I have to tell you something."
"Make it fast." He all but growled, forcing himself to let her speak before he attacked her again.
She swallowed. "I...I don't know exactly what you had in mind with this. I don't know what you expect from me after tonight, but I know what I'd like to happen." She pulled farther away and took a step back. Needing the distance to say what she needed to say.
He waited, knowing he needed to tell her that he didn't expect anything. That this didn't make them an item or couple. This wasn't anything but a release of sexual tension between two consenting adults.
She looked down at the floor, then with a deep calming breath met his eyes that held hunger and curiosity. "I'm not looking for anything permanent. I don't have time to deal with anything other than what this is for me. A shag, hopefully a good shag, but still just a shag. I'm not looking for love or a boyfriend that requires more attention and focus that I can't give right now. If that isn't okay with you, then I should just leave now."
He stared down at her, surprised at hearing this from her. He knew she had commented about it once to the Weasley girl, but he didn't really believe she meant it. "So this is a one night stand type thing for you?" Still somewhat curious.
She frowned. "I don't know. I didn't really think about it, I just can't give a relationship a real shot right now."
He nodded. "That works for me too. I don't much care for relationships, but I don't want just a quick shag either."
She smiled softly at him. "So what do you suggest then?" Taking a step towards him, and seeing the flash of heat in his eyes.
"I suggest we see how...compatible we are, then if we're both satisfied, then we keep this simple and easy. We both have certain needs, so we can fulfill those needs with each other. You can come to me when the need arises, and I can do the same." He had a certain need rising as they spoke.
She grinned at him. "Works for me." She reached for him, but he stopped her making her frown.
"One more thing. I don't share. From tonight until we decide to part ways, I don't want you sleeping with anyone else. I'll of course give you the same courtesy and not be with anyone else either. Agreed?" His eyes glinted as he spoke.
She thought for a full three seconds, then nodded just before he snagged her around the waist and crushed her mouth to his. His hands flying down the buttons of her robe and peeling it off of her. Letting it hit the ground, but not before she snagged her wand and dropped it on the bed so it would be close by. He found her wearing her uniform still, and didn't even stop to inspect it, he only wanted her out of it. His fingers quickly slid the buttons from their holes and pulled it from her, dropping in onto her robe.
He stared at her pale blue lace bra that covered her round and lush breasts. They were much better in person than in their dreams, obviously she didn't realize just how nice they were. They were fuller, their roundness more pronounced, and he'd almost bet they were softer than she thought they were too.
His eyes found hers as his hands came up to cup and squeeze them through the pale lace. He felt her shiver and smirked before reaching down and disposing of her pleated skirt as well. When she stood only wearing her light blue lace and sandals, he led her towards the bed.
She stopped him though, her hands going to the buttons on his robes and pulling it off of him, leaving him in his black slacks and silky white button down shirt. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped her. Not ready for her to see his scars. At her frown he leaned in and kissed her again, hoping to distract her until he was ready.
She kicked off her sandals and before she could reach for him again, he pushed her onto the bed. Following her down and ravishing her mouth and neck. His hands gliding down her soft creamy skin as she arched into him.
He unclasped and removed her bra, taking a moment to appreciate the pretty pink nipples against the golden flesh surrounding them. His fingers finding one pert nipple and teasing it until it pouted. His mouth trailing around the golden skin before taking in a dusky rose colored nub.
Her back arched as he sucked on the tender flesh, his hand cupping and squeezing the breast he was currently giving his full attention to. She moaned as his teeth nipped at the bud before soothing it with his tongue. His hands now finding the other neglected one to pay tribute to.
She wanted to feel his skin against hers, but he still refused to let her strip his clothes from him. Another moan escaped her as his mouth found her other pouting nipple and teased it before fulling taking it into his mouth and sucking on it just like he had the other.
His hands slipped down her body, stroking her belly before finding the hem of her knickers. Stripping them from her before she could even blink, he quickly moved down to her silken folds. Teasing the sensitive button and making her writhe underneath him.
Her breaths coming in shallow gasps as he sent her crashing down over the first peak, and not giving her a chance to recover as he continued his ministrations to her. His mouth moving back up her neck, nipping the flesh as he went and finding her lips once again.
He slipped two fingers inside her, feeling her tense around him, then slowly moving them inside her. Curling his fingers over and over as he moved in and out, then finding that sweet spot, he made her gasp as another sharp wave hit her.
He tore his lips from hers and trailed his tongue down her shuddering body, settling himself so he could lean in and taste her. She arched up off the bed as his tongue touched her, her hands digging into his black silk sheets as he licked, nipped, and sucked at her, his hands digging into her creamy thighs to help hold her still. She moaned as his tongued slid around her button, working her into a frenzy, then she screamed as her body peaked again. He lapped up every drop from her release.
She leaned up on her elbows, catching him before he descended down to taste her again. "No more torture please. I need you inside me. Please Severus, its been so long..." She trailed off, fighting a blush. Embarrassed by the strength of her own desires for the dark man between her thighs.
It was her words and how she said his name that made him nod. His name on her lips sounded like a caress and sent goosebumps down his flesh. He quickly grabbed his wand and with a quickly muttered spell was naked and slithering up her.
Settling between her spread thighs, he waited until her eyes met his. His hands slipping under her hips, he lifted her and slowly slid inside her. Hissing as she closed around him. Sweet Merlin, she's so tight. Was his only thought before his mind went blank with the pleasure of finally being inside her.
She gasped as he filled her, she had never been with anyone as big as he was. Never before felt that deep stretching he was causing, making her wonder if he was going to split her in two. She winced a bit when he was fully buried inside her. Her walls tightening even more as she waited for the pain to ease.
He took a moment, forced himself to wait, to let her adjust to him. He had felt her tense around him as he slowly buried himself to the hilt inside her. She was so small and tight around him, he knew he had hurt her a bit and was sorry for it. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but he couldn't help his size.
When she relaxed around him, her eyes opened again and met his, she gave him a small smile that let him know she was ready. He slowly withdrew from her, fighting the desire to just slam into her like he wanted to. Instead he kept his pace slow, trying to give her a chance to fully get used to him.
When she arched into him, raised her legs to wrap around his hips, he increased his pace a bit. His teeth clenched with how good she felt around him. He hadn't been with a woman this small in a very long time and it took everything he had to keep from exploding inside her.
She was amazed at wonderful it felt, she had never felt anything like this before. Her body responding to him like it never had to anyone before. She started matching him thrust for thrust, urging him on to move faster and deeper inside her. It was her whispered plea for more that made him snap.
He slammed into her, making her cry out and dig her nails into his shoulders. He pulled back, only to slam into her again, this time rotating his hips just enough to make her cry out even louder. She held on as he rode her hard, his hips rocking hard and fast against her own.
She felt a tightening in her stomach, which was new for her, she hadn't ever felt this intense pleasure before. Her moans getting louder in the room, echoing off the walls as the tightening increased. Muscles she didn't know she had or knew how to use were starting to clench around him on their own, making him groan in pleasure.
She screamed as she exploded, lights flashing across her eyes in her bliss as her nails raked down his back. He hissed, his eyes closing against the slight plain, which as she clamped down on him while he still pumped in and out of her only intensified his pleasures. He wanted to hear her scream again before he loss control, but with how tight she was and how good it felt to have her walls pulsing around him he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.
He opened his eyes and quickly pulled out of her, making her cry out for him to come back. With a smirk, he flipped her onto her belly and brought her up onto her knees. While her muscles were still spazzing from her orgasm, he buried himself in her hot center again, making her gasp when he hit her cervix. His fingers flexed on her hips as he ground his teeth together while each spasm seemed to milk him and pull him just a bit deeper.
He continued his deep, hard pumps, this new angle making him brush her sweet spot again. She gasped as he brushed it. He shifted just a bit, and instead of brushing it, he was now hitting it directly. Her gasps becoming cries that started to get louder and harsher with each time he hit it, making her inner muscles tighten even more.
He couldn't take any more, his fingers digging into her, his hips moved like well oiled pistons against hers, his loins slapping against her soft buttocks. She was gasping for air, as another hard wave washed over her making her scream his name, as he exploded deep inside her. His own release tearing a harsh groan from his lips.
They both collapsed on the bed. She was shaking from the intensity of her release, and he was panting from his. Never before he had anything close to being that good in his life. He knew he had to be careful with her or he might just lose himself in her sweet body.
A/N: Finally we get to some hot sweaty sex. Is there really any other kind? More coming soon. Please read and review. I must go take a cold shower. Laters all.