He bit her neck. She gasped, arching her back and pushing her chest into his. His hand touched her thigh, fingers daring to go closer. His other hand in her hair, grabbing, pulling. His body pressed against hers, she could feel him hard. She begged him for more. His lips teased her ear, her jawline, a mere inch from her lips. He pulled away. "The cauldrons Miss Granger." She stared at him stunned.
The scene played back in her mind over and over and she couldn't make any sense of it. She stared at the canopy of her four-post bed. She knew he wanted her. She could see it in his eyes. Like fire, they glowed when she approach him, placing her hand on his chest, daring him to make the first move. But he hesitated, not as though he feared the consequences. He narrowed his eyes as she sat on his desk, grabbed his shirt and pulled him until he was standing between her desk. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to reach lower, and pinned it behind her back.
The whole display was maybe five minutes, but it kept her up all night.
A part of her was curious, daring, wanting more. A bigger part of her was embarrassed. He rejected her. Shut her down. After he sat back at his desk and continued his work she took a moment to compose herself. Her legs were shaky, even as she followed his instruction and walked towards the cauldrons. She looked back a few times, but he was paying her no mind. Deeply involved in his work and, just like that, she didn't exist. Now she had to face him.
Luckily, it was a Saturday and she didn't have to work with him until later that evening. Their work was scheduled for 7:00. Plenty of time to compose her thoughts.
Hermione threw on a set of jeans and a sweater, and entering the common room was bumped by a crying Lavender Brown who pushed her way past and ran up the stairs to the dorms. She rolled her eyes when she saw her red-headed now-ex-boyfriend on the couch. Ron Weasley stood when he saw her. "Hermione, can we talk?"
"Look's like you've been doing a lot of that this morning," she nodded towards the staircase. "I'm going to get breakfast."
Ron pleaded, "please Hermione, let me explain."
"Explain what Ron? That you're cheating on me with Lavender? Or that you're a pig-headed git?"
"I just get so crazy about you Hermione. I don't know how to handle it. I'm jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Hermione groaned and walked from the common room into the halls, and Ron quickly followed. The halls were bristling with students, who were pausing to watch the commotion as the pair yelled at each other all the way through the halls.
"Hermione, slow down!"
"Hermione, please listen!"
"What Ronald? What? What are you so jealous of? That he is older and smarter than you are?" She stopped abruptly, drawing attention to the scene.
"That right there is what I am upset about Hermione," he gestured nonsensically, although clearly upset. "Ever since you started this internship, you idolize him. Jump at his every word and whim. A few months ago you hated him but now…"
She shook with rage, "I'm not going to listen to this," and turned to walk away but a hand grabbed her arm tightly.
"No," Ron held on, a little too tight. "We are going to finish this conversation. Tell me what is going on with you two!" He squeezed tighter and Hermione yelped. The group of students watching the interaction was growing.
Hermione tried to pull her arm away. "Ron, let go! You're hurting me."
He began to shake her arm and she could feel his fingers leaving bruises where they held, "Tell me Hermione!"
A flash of light hit Ron's hand and he screamed pulling it away. "Mr. Weasley," a deep voice bellowed. "Remove yourself from this hallway or you will be skipping breakfast and meeting with the headmaster this morning."
"Severus," Hermione whispered without realizing what she was saying. There was so much happening and she was in shock. At Ron hurting her, at Snape coming to her rescue… but most of all her stomach churning from just seeing him.
The red-head scoffed and looked between the two. He shook his head and laugh. "Well this is just great. Severus… really? I knew there was something between you two."
Hermione had never seen Snape so angry. He looked like he could murder… "Mr. Weasley, I am warning you."
Ron began backing away and raised his hands. "I give up, she is all yours… Severus. She's damaged goods now." He turned, pushed through the crowd of students and stalked down the hall. The crowd that had surrounded the scene stood in stunned silence. Some watching intently to see what would happen next, and others not sure where to look. Hermione stood, cheeks burning wishing she could just disappear. She didn't mean for any of this to happen, she just… she didn't know what she was doing.
She looked up at her professor but he was already gone. You could just see the tail end of his robes as he turned the corner at the end of the hall.