Friends?

"Must you walk that loud," He hissed. Sitting at the kitchen table he had a headache that felt like he had been bashed over the head by a trolls club and a sick feeling the pit of his stomach that threatened to rise the bile.

He had a cup of strong coffee in one hand, his other arm sat on the table his head resting on it black hair curtained his face. He was paler than usual. Hermione could not help but smirk to herself at how crappy he looked, she could only imagine he felt a hell of a lot worse.

"I am walking normally, I do not walk loudly." She headed to the cupboard for a box of her favourite cereal, she thought she would take the chance to make a bit more noise than usual. Slamming the cupboard shut hard, he jumped. Giving the box of cereal a little rattle he cringed, grabbing a ceramic breakfast bowl out of the washing up rack off the sink she slammed it down as hard as she could, he groaned loudly.

"Will you please shut up," He snarled. His head even worse than before. Not only did he have to put up with a killer hang over he had obviously not drank enough because he remembered confessing his love for the girl clearly in his mind. He would not say anything on the subject unless she brought it up.

But it was true, he did have deep seated feelings for her, he did not know if it was the fact she was the only woman he had been with in a hell of a long time. Maybe it was the fact she had kissed him, willingly and not recoiled is disgust. What ever it was, he was falling for her. He could see Himself and her together for a long time. He could see himself starting a family with her, and that spoke volumes because he had always vowed he never wanted children.

What ever it was that made him start to fall for her was futile, he had his chance and he had done his dash now, the one chance he had was so fucked up he had no idea how he could redeem himself.

Hermione sat opposite him at the table, studying him intently. She had always found him intriguing in a mysterious way. She had found her self wondering what were under those robes at about 15 years old, and now she very well knew what was under them. She knew he was mysterious and held secrets. She knew from the way he held himself that he was not one to be in for mind numbing frivolous conversations and he often acted like the would not give anyone the time of day.

"Please stop Staring at me, if you must, take a photo it will last longer."
Quickly she averted her gaze to the table before her, licking her lips, how did he know she was looking at him?. No sooner had the thought passed her mind when she heard him groan, painfully.

"Fuck me, not again." He sighed heavily getting to his feet, his head spun as he got to his feet. Why today?.
"I have to go." He nodded curtly to the girl and headed out of the kitchen.
Hermione's heart jumped a beat, she sure hoped he did not come back maimed, or worse... Did not come back at all.

SS/HG

"My lord, I assure you, it is only to win her over to our side." He had to think quickly on the spot. He had not been prepared for a meeting with the dark lord. His hang over clouded his mind and he was unable to tuck the image of him and Hermione fucking a few night ago away in the back of his mind.

The dark lord was not sure, he took a sidewards glance at the man, he had been most loyal throughout all these years but now... He had his reservations. Why would Severus Snape sleep with one of the golden trio?.
What did he have to gain from it? Something? Nothing? Power? Was he to be trusted?. His nostrils flared as he thought for a few moments he looked at Severus in contempt and shook his head. No, surely he was on his side.

"Very well, if it is what you say it is who I am to think any different?," His voice raspy and full of uncertainty. He would agree with Severus...For now. Until he could get him to prove himself.

SS/HG
Night had fallen and he had still not came back. She was worried to say the least. All reservations and hatred she had for the man quickly left her and she knew just how much she cared for him. She did trust him enough to drag her off a cliff face, after all. Maybe they could just be friends?.
Her head snapped to the door way of the lounge room as she head the front door slowly open, he walked in and down the hall slowly, almost to painfully for Hermione to wait to see what state he was in. Finally when he emerged, looking unscathed her heart released from it's almost vice like grip.
"I am fine, Miss Granger," He drawled.
She launched herself off of the lounge and into his arms, confused he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her. Leaning down he whispered into her ear. "I am sorry." His lips brushed her ear, hot breath prickled her neck, she could not help but feel slightly turned on.

He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent, his heart fluttered, his cock ached to be inside of her right now. He was sure the dark lord was onto him and he did not know how much time he would have left in her presences. Of course he would never tell anyone that he had stuffed up.

She pulled away from him and extended a hand out to him "Friends?" she blinked rapidly, nervous.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him forcefully, cupping her chin with his hand he forced her to look into his eyes. It was right at about that moment she melted into his arms, she was like putty in his hand right now.
She did not know if it was the look in his eyes, or maybe the fact he had turned her on with just a brush of his lips to her ear or the assertiveness he had shown as he pulled her to him. She was clearly not thinking properly, a day ago she hated the very ground he walked and now she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he forcefully pressed his lips to hers, she groaned against them, she needed them. She moaned when his tongue found it's way into her mouth and pressed against her own. Her stomach done a few back flips, his hand gently placed at the back of her head willed her on.

Severus suddenly had a new appreciation for life. If he knew she would turn out like this every time he came back from the dark lord he would go to him every night. But right now he wanted to set right what he had destroyed.

Pressing his lips even harder against her own, he was needy. He did not want an inch between them, he only wanted to feel her lips on his and her body pressed against his own.
She pulled away from the kiss, panting for air. Her thoughts swirled around her head, she wanted to tell him to shove it and walk away but she couldn't he was intoxicating.

He took her hand and silently guided her up the stairs, he did not head for his or her room, he opted instead for the bathroom. Pushing open the old worn door a small white tub sat to the left of the room, a shower curtain around it. A small white vanity pushed up against the back of the wall under a window, the toiled to the right of the room.

Pulling the shower curtain back he turned the taps on, mixing the hot and cold water to a perfect temperature. Quickly he undressed. Hermione still unsure on what to do followed his lead, they both looked each other up and down, naked. Taking her hand once more he led her into the bathtub shower. The warm water rained over their body's. He grabbed the cake of soap, rubbing it into a lather between his hands he placed it back from where he got it.

Slowly he massaged the girls shoulders, she responded by leaning in a touch to him. He rubbed his hands down her back and grasped her hips. Nipping the nape of her neck she let out a slow jagged breath. Tilting her head to the side she allowed him greater access for his assault on her neck. This time he let his tongue roam across her neck, licking the water off her neck as it fell from the shower head. His cock hardening with every stroke of his tongue roaming over her neck.

Her knees began to grow weak, leaning onto him just a touch for support as his teeth gently sank into the nape of her neck. An almost orgasmic moan escaped her lips.

Giving up the assault on her neck his fingers roamed across her hips and into her wet fold. Gently he rubbed up and down across her clit. She felt her body give a little tremble as he quickened the pace, rubbing past her slit every stroke bringing her closer to the edge. She was nearly learning all of her weight against him now, barely unable to stand, her legs cramped painfully as a wave of pleasure tore through her body.
"Severus," Her voice hoarse and breathing shallow as the last wave tore through her body. Regaining her composure she turned to look at him, snaking her arms around his waist she gently placed her lips on his. "Thank you," She murmured against them

A/N: I wanted her to stay mad at him... Really I did but it would have been quiet a boring chapter. And not after he confessed his love for her albeit in a drunken haze.

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