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Chapter 13

The next month passed. Hermione didn't mention the conversation in the Room of Requirement and neither did he. He knew she knew about him. He didn't understand fully why she accepted it, but didn't question her about it either. He was relieved that she shy away from him since he was a Death Eater. He was glad she still was his friend.

They spent time together and it was just as it was before he found out that she knew. When she spent time with her friends instead of him, he found himself wondering about her.

Something was off. He didn't know what it was though. He knew she was too skilled to merely be a seventh year student, but her walls kept him from seeing why that was. She always evaded his probing questions on it too.

He finally sighed and let it go. She wouldn't tell him and he couldn't use his skills to learn the answers either. He did notice she spent a few hours a week talking to Dumbledore or Professor McGonnigal in their offices, but didn't know why.

She would seem both agitated yet relieved after her meetings with them. But never told him what she discussed with them. He did wonder briefly if she was a spy and was trying to get information through him since he was a Death Eater. But she never asked him a single thing about what happened when he had to go. She never even talked about him being a Death Eater at all.

His own walls were strong enough that even had she tried she wouldn't have been able to get into his thoughts. So she wasn't using Legilimency on him. She wasn't good enough at it to do anything more than surface scans anyway.

With all of that, he had dismissed the idea of her being a spy. Simply enjoying his time with her.

She gave him more lessons and he gave her lessons as well. She was picking up the skill rather quickly, more quickly than he had. When he said as much she had chuckled slightly. He didn't know what was so funny about it, but just shrugged it off.

She had told him earlier that day that she wanted him to read more of his book to her. So he had met her in the Room of Requirement again after dinner. The long sofa and cozy scene in the small room was already in place since she had gotten there first. The room was never big when they were simply sitting together like this.

She was already stretched out on the sofa when he got there. Her jean clad ankles crossed but her feet were bare. Her sandals sitting on the floor beside her.

He had noticed that she always wore jeans and long sleeve shirts. Sure it had been cold out, but even in the overly warm room they were currently in, she still kept her sleeves pulled down over her arms.

Other than that one day he had come upon her in her tank top, she had never stripped down when he was around again. He hadn't paid that close attention and had only seen a few small scars on her shoulder, but it made him wonder if she had more.

Taking his seat, her legs resting on the floor again, he pulled out his book. He lifted her legs to settle on his lap once again, seeing her small smile at his actions, and started to read.

They were only thirty minutes into the book when he paused. He turned and looked over at her and she simply quirked a brow at him.

"Hermione, that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts that we practiced our spells, did you hold back?" He knew she had.

Hermione smiled a bit and shrugged. "I wasn't as focused as I normally am. But yeah, I did a bit. Why?"

He studied her. "Well, you know I've been practicing in here, and I think I might get better with a live person to actually think and block. I was wondering if you wanted to practice with me?"

Hermione smirked at him. "Any reason you want to throw stinging hexes at me all of a sudden?" She asked since that was what the dummies threw.

He chuckled softly. "No. No, stinging jinxes. Random harmless spells only. Just to get my reflexes up to par. You know, with throwing and blocking together."

Her brow quirked . "You want to duel with me." It wasn't a question, more of a statement.

He shrugged. "I'm curious. I know you're good. But since I've gotten up to handling three dummies at a time without a problem, I want to see if I can take you."

Amusement was dancing in her eyes. "Do you want it full force, or simply wanded magic only?"

He paused to think about it. He hadn't tried his wandless magic skills while fighting a duel yet. He was much better at it than he had been, so maybe he could give it a try. Besides, he knew wandless magic drained her, so she wouldn't use much of it.

He smiled. "Full force. Just no stinging jinxes. I don't want to hurt you, and I'm hoping you don't want to hurt me either."

She smiled and quickly sat up. "Are you planning on working on your dodges, or are simple wand blocks what you're looking for."

He shrugged. "Simple wand blocks will work. If we change our mind, we can adjust it later."

Her eyes were dancing even more now. "All right, you asked for it."

They both stood and the room changed slightly. The room expanded a bit to give them room in front of the couch. "So traditional bow and ten paces rule?" She asked him, pulling out her wand.

He smirked and pulled his own. "I'm sure we can overlook etiquette this time."

She backed up slightly, putting a few feet between them. She took her stance and so did he. Her eyes taking him in, watching for any sign of what he intended to do. Knowing he liked to use his Legilimency to his advantage, she made sure her mind was totally blocked against him.

He smirked again when he felt her walls in place. "So no mind reading, I see." He said to her.

She simply smiled. Her hand lightly holding her wand. She didn't move a single centimeter, not letting him know anything. Then her hand flew out so fast he didn't get a chance to block her spell.

He felt his legs freeze and lock together, knocking him backwards towards the floor. She was nice enough to zip the couch behind him to fall on, he noticed.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're quick."

She inclined her head and let him up. The sofa didn't move back as he stood, making him think she planned on knocking him over a few more times. He took his stance again, but this time when she shot a spell he was able to block it.

What he hadn't counted on was that when she asked full force, that she meant that she would repeatedly assault him with spells until she got him with one. Only pausing long enough to let him back up or down, depending on the spell.

He decided to stop waiting, having watched her for several spells already, and started attacking himself. She easily blocked them, using her wandless magic to her advantage.

He was able to block a few wandlessly, surprising her. He simply grinned and they kept shooting back and forth while blocking them too.

He saw an odd light enter her eyes, saw her lips curve just a bit and she shot with her wand but added a second spell just behind it wandlessly. He blocked the first, but was hit by the second.

When nothing happened he frowned. She had stopped and her eyes were filled with laughter as her chin wobbled since she was holding back her giggle. He raised an eyebrow at her, looking down at himself to find out what was so funny. But didn't see anything. The movement made something on his head shift just a bit though.

Her giggles escaped and she covered her mouth to try and hold them in. He conjured a mirror and saw an ugly hat sitting on his head. Is that a vulture on top? He wondered, reaching up and taking it off of him.

Yep. An ugly looking bird was sitting on top of an equally ugly hat. "Any reason why you felt I needed a hat?" He asked her, a smirk gracing his lips at seeing her mirth over it.

"I couldn't resist, sorry. At least I didn't give you a red handbag to go with it." She said giggling even more. The memory of Neville facing the bogart in their third year fresh in her mind. Seeing an older Snape in an ugly green dress, ugly hat, and red handbag had made them all roar with laughter as kids. Seeing young Severus in the same silly hat was almost too much.

If the man ever figures this out when he's older, he might just hex me within an inch of my life. She thought as fresh giggles escaped her.

Severus sighed and tossed the hat aside, only to have it zoom right back and land on his head. He chuckled slightly. "So…are you just going to stand there and laugh, or are you going to get this ugly thing off my head?" He asked her still enjoying her laughter.

She waved her wand and it was gone. "Severus, you look good in ugly hats." She said as her eyes still danced.

He stared at her, his eyebrow quirked. "Is that so?" He tried his first ever wandless spell while silently casting it. He didn't think it would work, but was amazed when it did.

She sputtered when a bucket of water appeared and drenched her. Her eyes narrowing at him as she stood dripping. "I see you got the silent spells down now."

He chuckled. "It looks like it. I'm just as surprised as you are. Well maybe not as surprised as you since I did cast it."

She slowly raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay then. If you are up to it, then wandless and silent it is."

He frowned slightly. That wasn't what he intended, but he had started this. He kept his wand ready just in case.

Expecting her to dry off first, he waited. But she hit him with a spell without twitching a single muscle. He looked down and saw that his normal black trousers and white shirt had been transfigured. He now was wearing dark pink trousers and a bright yellow shirt. The two looked bad enough on their own, but together they were atrocious.

He used his wand to change them back, refusing to stay in such hideous clothing. Looking back at her he smirked since she was still wet. With a wave of his hand, her wet jeans changed into a pair of skimpy shorts and her t-shirt into a tight but short tank top that showed her belly. Both still dripping wet.

Hermione gasped at the change, knowing her scars were showing. Severus took one look and felt his blood heat. She looked good. Her legs, tanned and toned, looked very sexy.

She quickly changed them back, though her clothes were dry this time. Her hair too, which she had placed in a neat knot on her head. "Okay, no more messing with each others clothes." She said.

He smirked at her. "Why not? I thought the shorts looked rather well on you." He saw her swallow and blush, but he saw a flash of doubt in her eyes before she covered it up. How on earth could she not think she looked good showing off some of her lovely body?

While he pondered that, she flicked her wrist and hit him with the tickling spell. He started laughing and fell onto the sofa again when his legs buckled on him. She walked over to him, enjoying the torture of him squirming from the hundred of tiny invisible fingers attacking him.

She stopped just in front of him, smirking down at him. "So do you want to call the duel done? Or do you wish for more?"

He was trying to fight the laughter, but it wasn't working very well. She had won. He knew it and so did she. He was no match for her, as skilled as she was.

"Okay." He gasped out still fighting the spell. "Stop."

She chuckled softly and flicked her wand. The spell stopped and he took a moment to catch his breath. He would make her pay for tickling him. But knew again, he was no match for her magically.

He could see the mild gloat in her eyes and his own narrowed. His arm shot out and grabbed her leg, pulling her down to the couch. She squeaked as she lost her balance and fell on him.

He rolled her over and his own fingers found every tickle spot she had. She was laughing and squirming around to escape him. But he didn't give her any mercy.

"Severus please, I give." She laughed out. Her laughter making it too hard for her to focus and use silent spells or wandless magic.

He smirked down at her. "Oh, I don't think so witch. I don't take too kindly to being tickled." His fingers still racing over her skin as he ignored her wiggling around underneath him. As best as he could anyway.

She shifted, still squirming and he felt her thigh brush against a sensitive part of him and his hands froze. His body reacting instantly to the light brushing and squirming she had done by filling with intense heat.

He moved off of her as she lay gasping for air. She sat up on her knees, glaring at him though there was still laughter in her eyes. Not realizing why he stopped touching her.

"Okay, I may have beat you magically, but I think you won in the end." She laughed a bit as he slowly turned his head to look at her.

Missing the heat in his eyes she moved closer to him, thinking she might have to give him some payback. She was about to move in for the attack but he stopped her by quickly leaning in and kissing her.

She felt the same flutter in her stomach as his tongue grazed her bottom lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She opened for him, but instead of the easy kiss he usually gave her, it was passionate instantly.

The flutter turned to full heat as a moan escaped her while she reached up and cupped his cheeks. His arm snagging her waist and pulling her onto his lap. Her legs on either side of his hips, as he deepened the kiss even more.

He knew he wanted her, but this deep searing heat was new to him. His body craved nothing more than to sink into her and never come up for air.

She slipped her arms around his neck and gave him the same passion back as he was giving her. His arms came around her back, one hand slid down to cup her rear and pull her tighter against him.

He tore his mouth from hers and moved to trail his lips down her neck. When his teeth nipped at her neck, she gasped and her nipples tightened against him. The tight buds pressing into his chest and making him groan.

His hand moved without him realizing it until he felt it encircle her breast. His fingers flexing on the soft mound as his lips found hers again. She arched gently against him as one of his fingers brushed against the sensitive little peak. No one had ever touched her breasts before.

Feeling her move and sensing she liked it, his fingers shifted against her breast and he brushed her nipple again. Another moan escaping her as a tiny shudder rippled through her.

His lips found her neck again while his thumb and forefinger slowly rolled the tiny bud between them, making her squirm in his lap as she tried to press farther against his hand.

His hand at her buttocks, slipped under her shirt to caress her back and feel her satiny skin, slowly moving around to feel her side. Testing to see if she would stop him as he brushed his thumb across her belly, and then her rib cage.

She didn't stop him, she only brought his mouth back to hers. His tongue gliding along hers as his hand finally found her breast, feeling the lace of her bra as he slowly cupped her. His other hand quickly slipped under her shirt as well to find her other breast as well.

Hermione didn't even notice when her shirt was gone, flying over her head as it was tossed behind them. It was his mouth trailing a path to the newly exposed skin that made her aware of it. But by then she didn't care how she didn't notice or that it was gone.

She wanted him to keep on kissing her, and tasting her skin. The heat building inside her so much that she thought it might actually spark and turn into a flame next. She had never done much with any boy before, never had any interest in doing anything with them, and now her body was begging for what Severus was doing to her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched against him again. His mouth had found a patch of skin on her chest that wasn't covered by anything and was suckling at it. His hands left her breasts to slip behind her back again.

She felt the clasp on her bra release and sat up enough to let him pull it from her skin. His eyes trailing over her naked chest, seeing a few more faint scars on her body, but was too distracted to ask her about them. His eyes swept over her golden flesh again before his mouth descended back down on her fragrant skin.

When his lips closed around one dusky pink nub she cried out. His arm slipping around her back to help support her as she arched even more. She felt him underneath her as he circled his tongue around her nipple. Felt him growing and straining against her bottom.

When his teeth lightly closed around the bud, she inhaled sharply and dug her nails into his shoulders. When he laved it again with his wet tongue, he heard a sigh escape her.

She wanted to touch him. She couldn't get her fingers to work the buttons, so with a wave of her hand the vest and shirt vanished. He paused as he realized what she had done, surprised she could think enough to manage a spell. He doubted he could do it.

But then his doubts and thoughts disappeared as he found her other nipple. She tasted so good. So fresh and sweet. He couldn't stop touching her, and kissing her. He wanted to taste every inch of her and more.

He had been with women before her, being a Death Eater had its perks. The house full of paid women the other Death Eaters had taken him to several times over the summer had nothing on Hermione. He'd give up the many hours with them for only a single hour with her.

Her moans and gasps were driving him mad and making him want her more than he had wanted any other woman. Feeling her hands running over his pale skin was only making it worse. Her touch fluttered across his bare shoulders, her nails digging in every so often when she gasped again.

Her tentative touches and her surprised sounds made him wonder if she had never done this before. The thought of her being pure and untouched made something inside him warm.

He liked that he might be the first to touch her and caress her. The first to taste her sweet skin. He wanted to be the first to make love to her too, but he wasn't sure if he would be or not. If she hadn't been with anyone else before, he had to be sure that it was what she wanted too. He didn't want her to have any regrets.

He pulled back and looked into her glazed eyes and couldn't help leaning into kiss her again. He felt her shift, felt her start to move away, so he loosened his grip that held her hips against him. Thinking she wanted to stop.

She leaned back, turning her body and surprising him by slipping her arms back around his neck and pulling him with her down to the sofa cushions. She wasn't stopping, she was simply changing positions.

She pulled him down until he lay on top of her. His mouth still moving on hers as he shifted so he could reach her lips better. She brought one of her knees up and shifted her other leg a bit, making a small cradle for his hips between her thighs. He felt his arousal press against her jean clad center and knew they needed to stop. He wanted her fiercely, but wasn't sure she was ready for this yet.

Her hands were sliding down his back as he pulled his mouth from hers. "Hermione, we need to stop." He didn't want to, but he knew they must otherwise he might not be able to soon.

Her hands came back to his hair. "Not yet." She said softly and pulled him down to her again. He groaned as he kissed her, slowly grinding his hips against her and hearing her moan as she arched into him.

Feeling his control slipping he pulled away from her lips again, but not much, only enough to talk. "Hermione, if we don't stop now, I might not be able to in a moment." He said against her lips.

Her slightly glazed chocolate eyes met his black ones, saw the fire in them and swallowed. She wanted him and she knew there was no denying it. But am I ready for this?

She didn't get a chance to respond, because he suddenly hissed and pulled away. His hand clamping down on his marked arm. She quickly sat up, her head clearing. Blushing, she accio'd her shirt and wrapped it around her chest.

His eyes met her, and saw the heat filling her cheeks as she swallowed and looked at him. He saw several things flicker in her eyes, but it was so quick he couldn't make it out. "Hermione." He said softly.

She gave him a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You have to go." She said as the smile faded.

His eyes searched her face, looking for something, anything that would tell him her thoughts. But he didn't find it. "Hermione, I hope you know that I don't want to go."

She smiled again, this time he saw she meant it. "I know. I would never ask you to stay either. Go. We needed to stop anyway so…it's okay."

He was still searching her face and eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. She knew he had to go, and she knew she had to let him go. The pain wouldn't end until he was standing before the Dark Lord.

He hissed again as the burning increased. She waved her hand, making his shirt and vest appear back on him fully buttoned and neatly tucked in to place. Her own was still simply wrapped around her to cover her naked chest and stomach.

He stood and she could see that he wanted to stay. She stood too. She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Go. You know it'll only get worse the longer you stay with me."

He didn't ask how she knew, but with a last quick kiss he was gone. She slowly sat down again. Waving her hand again to make her own clothes get back to how they were prior to him pulling them from her.

She had to think about this. This was so wrong. Severus was meant to be alone this year. He was meant to pine for Lily. It was supposed to be his love of Lily that made him change sides.

She was possibly messing things up by being here with him. By being his friend. By letting him kiss her.

She rubbed her face. What was I thinking? I was making out with a man who in twenty years hates me. What am I even doing here like this with him? I know better than to let this progress, so why did I let him kiss me and touch my breasts? Well, he did a bit more than that. She realized, and she realized too she would have let him probably do more than she was ready for.

Had he not been summoned, I might have gone and slept with him. She moaned and hid her face in her hands. What was I thinking?

Well that's easy. I wasn't thinking. At least beyond what he tasted like and felt like. Nothing beyond what his hands and mouth had been doing to me. She sighed and stood up.

This is such a bad idea. I need to stop this before it gets out of hand. I need to stop this before I fall for him. I know he is going to die. If I fall for him…I'll be going back to nothing. I'll end up pining for him like he pined for Lily.

Her thoughts swirled around her head. She needed to back off. She needed to put some distance between them. She knew he wouldn't understand, but she couldn't do this to him or to herself. She couldn't do something that could affect so much in their lives. If she didn't leave soon, she could ruin their whole world with what she might change.

She sighed again, feeling the sadness descend on her once again.

A/N: So...I gave you a guys a little Severus/Hermione action. Hope you all liked it. Please leave me your thoughts. I should be updating again very soon. I promise. You guys have been very patient with my slow updates these last few weeks. I wont make you wait so long for the next one. Take Care.