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Snape grimaced and looked down at his hands. He felt dirty. I'm a dirty git, he thought, as he reached for his wand and hissed "Scourify. LOXY!" The house elf appeared, and bowed. "Please retrieve Miss Granger from her rooms." The house elf nodded, and scurried away. Snape turned back to his book and brooded. I've always thought of Granger as a stupid girl. I've always been such a git to her and her idiotic friends. Perhaps I shall turn over a new leaf, and become acquaintances. After all, I can't possibly resist her now. She's grown up beautifully. Mmmm...
Hermione found a cream-colored silk nightgown on her bed covers. Fatigued, she slipped it on and put her clothes at the foot of her bed. Suddenly, Loxy appeared. "Will Miss please come with me?" it asked. Nodding, Hermione got on her feet and followed Loxy out of the room, and down the stairs. This place is just lovely! I do wish I lived here. Snape doesn't even seem that bad anymore. Maybe, he'll be my friend! No, that will never happen. With those thoughts, Hermione found herself walking into Snape's study, a large, gold room, filled to the brim with old books and paintings. It smelt of new parchment, aged India Ink, and yellowed books. Hermione was captivated. Snape sat in the corner of the room, on an aged leather chair.
He spoke. "So, Miss Granger, how have you been since the war?" Hermione shrugged and answered, "Well enough I suppose. I've got a desk job at the Ministry. I went on this vacation to clear my head. Have you been well?"
"I've been well enough, Miss Granger. Before you peg me with incessant questions, I just want to say I went to France for peace and quiet. I had to escape those overbearing reporters and journalists. How is Potter?"
"He's fine. He's in a relationship with Ginny Weasley."
Snape snorted. "How is Weasley?" He drawled, asking out of politeness, but not really caring. Hermione blushed. "He's fine. No job, but happy nevertheless. He's my boyfriend now."
Snape looked up in surprise, then frowned. So the Weasel finally manages to snag a witch. Hmph. Granger could do much better. Granger could do me. Wait, where the hell did that come from? Snape felt embarrassed at the prospect of Granger's body when she was standing so close to him, clad in only a flimsy nightie. "Ah, I see," Snape managed. "Well, good night Miss Granger, we shall discuss more tomorrow morning. Go to your room."
"Good night, sir," Hermione murmured and tiptoed out of his study.
Snape snarled and sipped his Firewhiskey. How dare the Weasel date her? Snape would make a plan to make Granger his own. A pretty pet, for his eyes only. His thoughts became dark and rather twisted alarmingly fast. She would be his. He just had to bid his time. He yawned, and lumbered up to the second floor. However, he didn't go to his room.
He opened the door to the Lavender Room, to see the draperies of the canopy bed closed. Snape stealthily snuck to the bed, and opened the draperies softly. He gasped. Hermione Granger was a beautiful sight, fast asleep, the pale rays of moonlight radiating off her pale, creamy skin. Her dark lashes were alluring, and her pink lips looked kissably soft.
Snape swallowed, and dropped the drapes. He carefully slid to the door, and exited. He walked down his lavish hallway, into his bedroom. It was a formidable looking place, the walls dark grey, the furniture black. Snape closed his door, and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his trousers slowly. He jumped onto his bed, and laid on his comforter, stark naked except for his boxers. He made a face as he looked down at his scarred body. I'm a bloody mess. His scars from Nagini were still on his neck, and his belly, though trim and fit, was marked with many whip lashings. His Master preferred to torture Snape with Muggle whips and knives. Those days are over, he thought. He had a new life. His previous servitude, Lily, and allegiance to Dumbledore didn't matter anymore. He had something new in his mind. He had Granger. Snape fell asleep with the lush brunette on his mind.
Snape was awoken from a fitful sleep by a loud knocking on the door. He groaned, and hoarsely whispered, "Come in."
Hermione Granger stepped in, her hair dry and in lovely waves down her back. She had taken off her nightgown, and put on a forest green teddie, and sheer silk stockings. Her nipples were visible through her lingerie, due to the cold. "I want you," she cheekily whispered. Snape gasped, and then hungrily pounced. Hermione responded equally enthusiastic, pressing her lips against his.
"Touch me, Severus," she reverently whispered.
Snape gave a smirk and flung off her teddie. He stared at her. Oh gods, she was beautiful. He massaged her breasts, causing her to moan loudly and press her core against the tent in his boxers.
"I know you want me," Hermione purred seductively. "And, I want you too." Snape groaned. He pushed her onto the bed, and shook off his boxers. He looked at her, and entered her in one swift motion.
"SEVERUS! Uhhh!" Hermione cried out as Snape moved back and forth, literally in heaven. He loved the feeling so much.
"Faster, Sev, faster. OH FUCK!" Hermione's plea was not ignored as Snape was closer to climaxing. He thrust even harder, emitting a low, guttural shout. Just as he was going to release...
Snape awoke from his dream, boxers filled with his seed. Grimacing, he reached for his wand, and cleaned his mess, the second time today. This was horrible. He was no better than a hormonal teenager. How could Hermione Granger make him feel so lewd? Scolding himself, he turned, and fell back asleep.
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