Ooooh! What I wouldn't give to be in Hermione's position! Anyway...I still don't own anything, I still don't make any money, I still appreciate reviews, and I still intend to publish another chapter within the next week. That's assuming my computer chooses to cooperate. I hope you like a little tension and build up! Enjoy!
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Severus could barely believe it. Luck, for once, seemed firmly on his side. First he'd found a bit of information that had been eluding him for years in the midst of a moldy old tome Madam Pince had thoughtfully pulled for him. Then, Severus had heard a soft sound, something like a stifled sneeze, that warned him he was not alone in the cavernous library. Years of practice as a spy kept Severus from immediately reacting to the soft sound. He managed to turn a few more pages before rising and heading toward the far shelves in the library. Snape planned to slip around behind the shelves and surprise whoever was sneaking around. His luck culminated when he realized that the sneezer had been none other than Hermione Granger, who had been haunting his thoughts for longer than he cared to admit.
Snape had first intended on letting Hermio—Miss Granger!—simply escape the library, unaware that her presence had been detected. However, the sight of the long-limbed, slim girl wearing an almost identical outfit to the one she been in the last time he'd spotted her after curfew, forced his hand. A flash of heat and desire rushed through him, and all Severus could think of was finishing what had been started in the corridor the previous week.
Silently, he pursued his quarry around the shelves. Just as she reached the heavy wooden doors, Severus slid up behind her, reaching around her body to trap her against the doors. Hermione straightened immediately as she became aware of his body behind her. Severus slowly plucked her wand from her grasp, he was certainly not chancing that Hermione would attempt to defend herself from a perceived attack.
Breathing in the scent of her brown curls, Snape leaned down and spoke softly, his lips barely brushing the fine hairs near Hermione's ears. "Well, Miss Granger. We meet again. After curfew, might I add." A feeling of triumph flooded him as he felt her shudder delicately. With a swallow, that sounded most difficult, Hermione turned to face her captor. Her whiskey-colored eyes, now darkened with desire, met his.
"Professor Snape. How surprising to find you in the library at this time of night."
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Shit. Of all the asinine things to say, Hermione inwardly chastened herself. I am certainly no femme fatale…Hermione broke off her internal tirade as one dark eyebrow raised and Professor Severus Snape eyed her sardonically.
"I believe, Miss Granger, that as a member on the staff at Hogwarts, I am allowed to be anywhere at any time of night. You, on the other hand, do not have that privilege. Although, you do seem to forget that regularly. Perhaps you need a bit of…discipline to insure that you follow rules?" The lazy, deep drawl made Professor Snape's punishment sound more like an exquisite promise to Hermione's lust crazed brain.
Hermione opened her mouth, intending a scathing response of some kind, although she wasn't sure what, but her lips were too dry to speak. She swallowed again, then moistened her soft pink lips with her tongue. Her mouth opened once again, but whatever response her sluggish brain had managed to come up with was wasted as Severus Snape lowered his head and captured her mouth with his.
A thrill raced through Hermione. Just as she had in the corridor the week before, Hermione reached up to tangle her hands in his hair. This time, she thrust her tongue into Severus's mouth first, in an attempt to gain the upper hand.
Snape growled low in his throat at her pathetic attempt to control the kiss. Angling his head, he devoured her mouth, including the soft whimper that escaped her. Aware that they were leaning precariously on a door that could potentially sweep open, Severus turned Hermione and backed her against one of the sturdy wooden tables. Breaking the kiss, he waved a hand behind him, successfully securing and warding the doors to the library. A smirk of triumph showed on his face as he took in the sight of Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess, flushed and breathing heavily, her soft pink lips swollen and parted in the aftermath of his powerful kiss. Her arms were still around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair.
Once more Severus leaned toward her. Her eyes began to slide closed in anticipation, but his gruff, desire-roughened voice made her pause. "Hermione. Look at me." Hermione's eyes reluctantly opened. Golden-brown met the deepest black.
"Tell me now, Hermione. Tell me now if you want this. I mean to take you, right here, in this library, on this table. If that is not what you want, you must tell me. You are free to leave with no repercussions. However, if you choose to stay, what I take, I will own. There will be no turning back of time tonight. I will not share you. Not with some puling, weak-minded, boy. Not with anyone. I will not relinquish you." The deep throbbing voice broke through Hermione's lust-fogged mind. Hermione searched through herself, attempting to stir up some disgust at his rather draconian notions that he would own any part of her. To her surprise, the only emotion that arose was desire for him. No matter how hard she tried, Hermione could not muster any irritation for the man holding her against the table. The thought of belonging, irrevocably, to this dangerous, delicious man, was exquisite.
"Take me. I am yours." Hermione barely realized she had spoken until a breathtaking smile broke on Severus's face. Quick as lightening, Hermione found herself lifted and placed, none too gently, on the table. Severus placed his hands on either side of her face and stared deeply into her eyes.
"You, and only you, are mine." With that declaration, Severus Snape set about kissing Hermione with an intensity that stole her breath and turned every bone in her body into liquid fire.