Severus Snape

Hermione had awoken from a bad dream while spending the summer after fifth year at Grimmauld Place. She awoke and was unable to find sleep again, making her way down to the kitchen and sighed. Eyeing the cabinet containing all of the alcohol, she smirked and pulled out a glass of fire whiskey. She had never tried it before, but someone had snuck it into the Common Room several times so she had seen its effects. She poured a glass and downed the whole thing in one. Bad idea. She grimaced as it burned her throat, her eyes watering. She felt the effect immediately. She smiled, her head spinning slightly. What she hadn't expected, however, was to feel so darn randy.

Weighing her options, she made her way up the stairs to the small attic room. She opened the door, which, surprisingly, was unwarded. She smiled, seeing the sleeping man in the bed and stumbled over to it. Lifting the covers, she climbed into the bed and studied the sleeping man facing her. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.

Severus Snape awoke to the feeling of something against his lips. His first instinct was to grab his wand, but he stopped, realizing what was going on. He, too had been drinking that night, from the same bottle, in fact. The evidence was the nearly empty glass on his bedside table (though that had not been his first). Not opening his eyes, Severus pulled the small body close, returning the kiss with fervor.

Hermione, feeling brave thanks to the drink, pushed the man onto his back and moved to straddle him. She ran her hands down his bare chest and moved to kiss his neck.

Opening his eyes, Severus smiled. He had had this dream before…several times, in fact, and it was one of his favorites. Just like his previous dreams, Severus ran his hands down the girl's sides and pulled her nightie over her head. He felt himself get hard as he took in the sight of her perfect body, much more beautiful than he had seen it before.

Hermione bit her lip and sobered up, just enough to realize what was happening. "Professor, I…" she began when his lips claimed hers once again. Tears sprung to her eyes as she attempted to push him away, hitting his chest repeatedly. "Please, stop.." she begged.

Severus glanced up at her, his eyes going wide when he realized he was not dreaming. Hermione Granger was, indeed, on his lap with her shirt missing. She was also crying openly. Severus crawled out from under her and pushed her shirt into her hands, working hard to cover his erection. "Miss Granger, what on Earth are you doing here?!" he yelled.

Hermione choked on her sobs. "I…I thought I was ready," she cried, as she pulled her nightgown back on. "I…I had a drink…downstairs." She bit her lip. "I woke up from a bad dream and I had a drink of firewhiskey and it made me." She stopped, blushing. "I'm really sorry…"

"Get out!" Snape yelled. "Go back to bed! Get out!"

Hermione opened her mouth to apologize again, but stopped and turned, leaving quickly. She made her way back to her room and warded the door, lying on her bed. Sighing, she pulled herself together. Snape had lighted something within her. He made her feel warm and gave her butterflies. She pulled the covers up tight and cried herself to an uncomfortable sleep.

A few months later, Hermione had just left a class when she ran into Snape. He led her into his empty classroom when she conveyed to him that she needed someone to talk to. He seemed to have forgotten the escapade from the previous summer. Still, it had been on Hermione's mind for a while.

"Professor…I just want to apologize for my actions-"

"You made a mistake…please, let's just put that in the past."

Hermione smiled and hugged him awkwardly. "Oh, thank you, Professor!" she said. Severus embraced her, noticing that the hug lasted longer than was appropriate. The girl stepped back and smiled weakly. She glanced up at him, blushing. Severus cleared his throat and nodded.

"How was the rest of your summer?" he asked quietly, not knowing what else to say.

"Uneventful," she said, quietly. "And you?"

"Much the same…" he said, stiffly.

Hermione bit her lip and looked up at him. "I'm not going to lie and tell you that I don't have feelings for you…" she said, suddenly.

Severus glanced up, surprised. "Miss Granger…this is…completely inappropriate," he said, though his feelings were much the same.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing!" she demanded.

Despite all his years as a spy, Snape could not lie to her. "This is extremely inappropriate," he said, trying to avoid the subject.

Hermione moved closer to him. "Tell me you feel nothing, and I'll never mention it again."

Severus growled. "I would not be able to allow these…feelings…even if they existed."

Hermione stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, her hands clutching his stiff, black robes. Severus stiffened at first, but relented and responded to the kiss out of desperation, his hands moving to Hermione's waist.

"No!" he said, stepping away. "We cannot do this."

"Please!" Hermione begged. "I need this! I care for you…I feel safe with you. When I'm with you, I don't feel afraid," she said, tears falling down her face.

Severus knew his actions were wrong, and that they would be punished by death if they were found out. Despite, he moved forward and pulled the girl to him, kissing her again. Hermione smiled into the kiss, feeling safe and at home in his arms. At last, Hermione pulled away and looked at her professor. He looked just as confused and as frightened as she did. Seeing the emotion on his face shocked her. She ran a hand along his cheek, and he sighed.

"Hermione…" Severus began, but the girl shook her head and pushed a finger to is lips.

"Don't…just…let it happen…" she whispered, before kissing the dark man once more. Severus, once again, responded to the kiss, his hand sliding down her side to rest on her hips. Hermione tensed at first, but relaxed when his hands persisted no further before her hands along his chest.

"Hermione…we need to stop…"

"Why are you resisting?"

"I'm not resisting…we just need to stop." Severus responded, his cheeks flushed.

"What are you tal - oh!" she gasped as he pushed his hips against hers, his arousal against her thigh. She stepped back and looked at her feet.

"I'm sorry," Severus added quietly.

Hermione shook her head. "Don't be…" she said, never looking up.

Severus pushed a bit further. "Were you afraid? Of me? Just then?" he added at her clueless expression.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head. "No. Not of you…it's stupid" she said, turning away from him.

"It's not stupid," Severus piped up. "It's natural."

"I don't want to be afraid…" she added quietly.

Severus took a deep breath and glanced at the door. "Let me take away your fears…" he offered. Hermione blushed and bit her lip, tears in her eyes. The potions professor took the girl's hands in his own. "I will not hurt you…I promise." Hermione nodded slowly. Severus smiled and kissed the top of her head. He warded his classroom door and led her to his private rooms….