Young Severus, enamored by Lily's attentions, hasn't really minded the times they've spent in the tower, but he's noticed that things are not exactly right. For one, Lily's quite different when she's in the tower.

Twenty years later, Hermione, on the other hand, is becoming more and more confused by the driving need to return to the tower and by her submission to her professor, Severus Snape, no matter how incredible each visit has become. Even more baffling are his actions towards her. Why is she so drawn to the tower room and to him?

The Enchanted Tower Room

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The Enticement of the Tower Room

Spring 1977~

Severus was now confused. He and Lily had managed to find time alone together, and Severus had of course managed to, on occasion, find a quiet corner so he could pull Lily in for a kiss, but usually, she stopped him just before he'd been able to open her blouse or just after he'd managed to get it open again. He didn't understand it. Each time me and Lily have gone up to our secret room in the tower, we've kissed and stuff, but we've gone a little further – okay, a lot further. Lily isn't as shy then. However, when I've had her alone in a secluded corner of the dungeons or in an unused alcove in an unused corridor, she isn't as – well, not as easy, as willing.

The last time I'd been in here with her I'd even managed to place kisses on her breasts above her bra, and she'd liked that. She was moaning and sucking in her breath in what sounded like she liked it. She hadn't pushed me away then! So what is it about this room that makes her so willing? Is it because only she and I know about this room? There is no evidence that anyone else comes up here.

Nevertheless, he was standing at the window in the tower, watching the sunrise when Lily slipped in, carrying two large cups of steaming hot chocolate. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "I thought I'd find you up here. Jinni, our common room house-elf, couldn't find you this morning. So I thought I'd try here."

"I told you I get up every day before dawn," he said, accepting the large cup and noticing that the door had closed. He smiled knowingly and Lily smiled too.

"So you forgive me for last Thursday?" she asked, sipping her chocolate.

His mind was not on last Thursday. Thursday… in the library? Potions class? The incident before lunch with Black? When I hexed Potter and Black after Transfiguration in self-defense?"Yes, forgotten," he said nonchalantly, not sure what she was referring to. The options were endless.

Lily smiled her 'oh no you didn't say that' smile. "Liar, you never forget anything. But I'll accept that as a yes, I forgive you," she chided him. "So, what are you doing up here? Potter and Black are never up this early."

No, they don't get up until at least eight or nine on weekends – unless Potter has a morning practice. "I've been coming here to watch the sunrise. It's quiet." He eyed her slyly as he drank her peace offering, attentively watching her with an appraising stare. "Why are you up at this hour?"

"I was going to go to the library before breakfast – but it won't open until eight today," she replied, finishing drink.

She still has a bit of chocolate just on the line of her upper lip and in the corners as well. He smirked at her, and she looked up at him perplexed.

"What?"

"You've got chocolate on your face," he said, pointing at her mouth. Convenient...

She, of course, tried wiping her mouth with her thumb, tracing her lips from right to left, still missing some of the chocolate. Severus shook his head, and she licked her lips, looking up at him expectantly. He shook his head again, smiling at her. He took her cup and placed it on the windowsill with his.

Never pass up an opportunity. Severus tilted her chin up to examine her face, more for the enjoyment of doing so than to look for chocolate. He cupped her face, as if to wipe the offending drink residue with his thumbs and leaned in toward her, gently licking the corner of her mouth to remove the bit of chocolate, turning her head to repeat the move on the other corner. He looked at her intently before sweeping his tongue across her upper lip, kissing her, enjoying the feel of her lips even if they were still chocolate flavored.

She didn't resist, kissing him back tenderly, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He pulled her to him, holding her close, as he kissed her lips slowly, enjoying the softness, making tiny sweeps with his lips across her lower lip, then claiming her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. She moaned against him, matching his kiss, submitting to him. After awhile, he glided his hand to her waist, slowly easing his way up to cup her breast as they kissed. With nimble fingers, he opened her robes, trailing kisses to her neck as he undid her blouse and exposing a pink bra.

"Sev?" she asked breathlessly.

He mentally swore. "Yes, Lily love," he replied, saying each word slowly and deliberately against the skin just below her ear, and sucked on her earlobe.

She sucked in her breath. "Please," she pleaded.

He slid his hands over her ribs under her blouse. "Anything you want. I just want to touch you. You are soo soft," he said, using his silky voice. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?" His other hand managed to pull her robe off her shoulders, and he pressed her hips against the windowsill. "Your skin is so soft... Just touching it makes me want you."

She arched her head back as he slowly worked his way down her neck to her shoulders, flicking her skin with his tongue between kisses. "Yes…! Oh, that feels good… but I – I can't," she stammered.

"Please, Lily, I just want to touch you. You know how much I care for you," he said in what she called his velvet voice, nipping her collarbone and lowering his mouth to the top of her prefect breast.

"Severus," she gasped and sucked in her breath as he trailed his tongue along her bra. "I can't go this far."

"Not any further than you want me to. I promise." He set her up on the windowsill and parted her knees as he moved closer to her, her skirts hitched up a bit, and he smiled inwardly. He pushed gently to have her lean against the glass and glided his fingers on her skin as he continued to kiss her chest and neck. He cursed silently as he fingered the closure of her bra, not sure what means of Muggle stupidity held it together. Figuring he could always repair it, he slipped his wand out and tried a few unlocking spells and an opening spell, then finally an unlatching spell. The bra gave. Unlatching works! Great, good to know.

"Hey!" She opened her eyes, startled as her bra gave, and Severus pushed the fabric aside to suckle her nipple. "But you said… Ohhh!" She gasped and moaned in pleasure, grabbing his head and raking her fingers in his hair. "Oh my, Severus…!"

His laugh was muffled by her soft flesh as he fondled her other breast, flicking her nipples, one with his tongue and the other with his fingers. She arched her back, her hand stroking his hair and the other grabbing his shoulder. He placed his free hand down on her knee, gliding his hand on her skirt, slowly edging it up with each stroke until his fingers trailed along skin.

She reached down and grabbed his hand just as he was about to touch her knickers. "What are you doing?!"

"Touching you," he said, confused. What does it feel like I'm doing?"I just want to touch you."

"Not there!" she shrieked, trying to sit up.

He held his hand firmly on her thigh, just centimeters from her knickers, and cupped her neck with is other, pressing into her as he leaned against her, kissing her lips to silencing her. His kiss was firm and a bit more demanding than he'd used before, but his pent-up emotions poured from him in that kiss. She relaxed into him, collapsing back against the windows, and he slid his hand closer to his goal. Her knickers were damp and hot to his touch, and she inhaled sharply. That's the 'I like it inhale!'He stroked her a few times, hearing her breathing hitch. Oh, this is good! This is real good. He pulled his hand away and picked up his wand, engorging her knickers so that they gaped open, and slid his hand back to her hot core slowly as he kissed her. She groaned, squirmed a bit, but he had her pinned. Slowly, he slipped his fingers into her knickers and began to fondle her. Merlin's beard! She's wet down there!

Her breath caught each time his finger passed a certain spot, and she cried out his name, stunned, but obviously liking it, so he tried to find the spot, to figure out what part of her made her gasp so. Her body jerked a few times before he figured it out. After awhile, she stopped kissing him, gasping for air as if she were running really hard, and grabbed onto his shoulders painfully. He leaned back, watching her. Her eyes were closed, her body was tense and her mouth open, her breathing so hard her breasts rose and collapsed with each quick heavy breath. And I'm doing this to her. Suddenly, her back arched, her legs straightened, her fists clenched, and she was crying, gasping out his name, god's, Merlin's and pleading for him, begging for him. His mouth curled into a wicked smile. So girls come like we do – only without shooting stuff out. Cool.

Spring 1997

Hermione walked swiftly down the stairs, carrying a large cup of Pekoe tea from Kippy, the house-elf who was once again cleaning the common room. She wore a green lace bra under her white cotton blouse, robes and, as requested, a skirt. Fifty points is fifty points and the house needs them. Neville had dropped a bucket of water aven pods on the floor right at Snape's feet when they'd nearly collided in the corridor. And although Professor Spout had given Neville twenty points for delivering the pods to Professor Slughorn for her, Snape had taken sixty points from Gryffindor for dropping them on his robes and boots! No, fifty points is fifty points. She'd also Transfigured a pair of her knickers to match her bra. Not that he's going to see them! All he wanted was for me to wear the green bra and a skirt – right? She knew she was kidding herself.

She had no idea why she was going back there. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a quiet vigil, watching the sunrise, even with Snape's company, she thought as she walked swiftly down the corridor.She nearly turned back as she passed Fluffy's door, pausing for a moment. Okay. Just to watch the sunrise – nothing else. "Please let me in," she said and placed her hand on the latch, walking in before she changed her mind again. This is bloody ridiculous! Why am I coming down here – and he expects me to! Oh, bloody Horntails, why am I doing this? she asked herself, half way across the room. She again debated leaving before walking over and sliding her hand on the wall to find the concealed entry to the stairs. Why is he doing this? Why does he want to? Her hand slipped into the stone, and she pushed her way through the barrier. The way he makes me feel – like I – I'm irresistible, desirable… His eyes – the way he looks at me, it's as if he knows, wants me. It's almost possessive, predatory… The thought sent shivers down her spine. And his hands! Gods, his hands – his fingers… the way he kisses…. Her skin shivered again in anticipation as she reached the door.

She opened the door slowly, carefully checking as she stepped inside.

The room was empty. He wasn't there. She crossed to the window and removed the Anti-Spilling Charm from her cup of tea.

She had no idea why she was so angry. She should have been grateful to have had the room in the tower to herself without being accosted by her professor. Instead, she'd been restless and antsy. Still, there was nothing to do for it now. She'd have to wait a week before going back. Hermione berated herself. So you've got your period. Big deal! There's no reason you can't go and just enjoy your tea and watch the sunrise. He's not likely to be there anyway. He wasn't the last two times you went up there... No, he'll be there, could be there – I shouldn't. And what if he wants to go further? We haven't gone that far yet. I doubt he'd want to. But what if he does?

Frustrated, she picked up one of the twelve books she'd checked out of the library to read up on Dark Arts Charms. There is no reason to think that he wants to do that. That he will take things that far… with me. She opened the book where she'd left off. It isn't on Professor Snape's list of subjects, but you never knew when you'd have to face something, and it was best to know how to handle it right? Besides, when I go with Harry to fight Voldemort, we will be dealing with Dark Arts and may run across some of these. It won't hurt to read about them anyway.

Six days later, Hermione was once again hurrying down the corridor with a steaming hot cup of Kippy's Broken Orange Pekoe, hoping that she'd find the room empty again this morning. Well, that wasn't at all true. She'd worn her green bra and knickers again, dabbed on a tiny touch of J'adore perfume and slipped out well before dawn to watch night sky turn into morning.

Halfway down the corridor on the first floor, Hermione began to have doubts again. Why am I doing this? she asked herself. What is he going to think? She stopped at the door, reconsidering, and almost turned to go. Oh! This is crazy! "Please let me in," she said, grasping the latch before she lost her nerve. What in blazing Horntails am I doing here? What am I thinking wearing perfume! He's going to think that I expect – that I want him to! Why is he doing this to me? If today is anything like last time, she thought just before she pushed into the wall and emerged onto the stairs, then I'm in for it big time. The image of Severus standing in front of her with his shirt off made her catch her breath and smile. He's so – masculine, that voice of his, his lean muscles. I'd never considered that he'd look so good under his robes. He even gave me permission to touch him! Gods, his skin was so warm against mine. She could feel herself get a bit moist just thinking about him.

Hermione opened the door and found the room empty again. Sighing, she crossed to the window to stare at midnight blue sky and wait until dawn. She sipped on her hot tea, scalding her mouth, and set the hot cup down on the windowsill to let it cool a bit so she could drink it. At least I'll be able to enjoy the sunrise this morning… No, that's not fair. He's never prevented me from watching it; he usually waits until the sun peeks over the mountain just – right over there, she mentally pointed, her eyes focused on the exact spot of the mountain crest that the sun appeared as she picked up the cup to check the tea's temperature. The tea was still too hot. He's gracious enough for that before he… um… he approaches me or begins… When he, well, he never asks. It's more along the lines of he just sort of reaches out, pulls me to him, into his embrace, and kisses me... and I let him.She felt a light headiness just thinking about his actions. I've never said no or pushed him away – not once! She stared at the pattern the tops of the trees made, reflecting on her realization. I don't push him away. I don't encourage his attentions, and he's never given me any inclination before that he even likes me – let alone wanted this to be happening. She looked at her chest as she set the cup down again. "Yet, I did exactly what he asked. Dressed exactly how he told me to – all three times!"

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door open or his soft footsteps on the stone floor until he was right behind her. "Did you really, Miss Granger?" he asked silkily.

Hermione felt like she'd jumped out of her skin as she whirled around to face him. "Did I what, Professor?" she asked as her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

The dark, sultrily predatory look in his eyes faded as soon as she'd said 'professor,' and his expression became darkly contemplative. "You're back." It wasn't a question nor did it really sound like a statement, rather a mix of both. His dark eyes continued to hold her gaze as the emotions of suddenly being in front of him jumbled and warred within her. He was once again wearing only his shirt and black trousers, his robes hanging against the wall near the door, most likely from a magically conjured hook.

She stared at him, taking in his appearance, mentally comparing the man standing before her to the man he usually was in the classroom. There was little difference and yet no comparison at all. His eyes were fathomless dark orbs, yet they held a hint of anticipation. His stance was more relaxed, yet every bit as poised as ever. He was calm, cool and composed, as she would expect of him, completely in control of himself and his surroundings.

Finally, after a long pause, he lifted a large cup of something hot and took a slow sip. "It's tea, Miss Granger. Broken Orange Pekoe, my preferred blend," he said languorously. "The house-elves keep it on hand for my pleasure."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she quickly looked at her own cup sitting on the windowsill. "Yes, Miss Granger, I'm very well aware that you have been drinking the same tea. I could taste it on your lips on four occasions."

Hermione felt her cheeks redden, and she turned her head back to the window.

"Your tea is getting cold, Miss Granger," he said smoothly. "Would you like me to warm it for you?"

Actually, when she picked the cup up, the temperature was perfect. "No thank you, sir, it's fine," she said, sipping the tea, now far more aware of the rich flavors of the blend. His favorite blend… Kippy had said he made a pot every morning. Did he make it for Snape? She'd set a spell on the cup before coming here to keep the tea hot longer than the large cup normally would have, that way she could sip the tea, unhurriedly as she waited, watching the subtle change of the sunrise.

Nevertheless, just as the sky began to lighten, Snape stepped forward, placed his cup on the windowsill and stepped back, moving to stand just behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her gently against his chest, wrapping his arms around her as if they were longtime lovers. At first Hermione stiffened, but then finally relaxed against his chest. However, as soon as she did, he reached up, moved her hair from her neck and sensually kissed her skin. The cup of tea in her hand fell to the floor.

"Don't worry about it," he said in his silky drawl just behind her ear. "I'll fix it for you later." He continued to kiss her, his hands moving to open her robes and blouse.

Hermione inhaled slowly as she simply stood there and let him as if entranced.

"Relax, Miss Granger, just feel," he said as his hands roamed over her. He pulled her blouse free from her skirt and pulled the fabric off her shoulders, letting the fabric bunch at her elbows, trapping her arms at her sides. His kisses trailed from her neck to her shoulder, and she turned her face toward him. He laughed softly, gripping her chin, and turned her face back toward the window. "No, Miss Granger, watch your sunrise," he said silkily.

Her breathing became heavy, her head spinning as she stood there, allowing him to caress and fondle her. He shifted, moving her hair so that he could kiss the other side of her neck, and she closed her eyes, her head spinning as if drunk on Firewhiskey. Even before the very edge of the sun made its appearance, she turned in his arms and kissed him. He stiffened at her bold move, but recovered control quickly, holding her in front of him.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes raking over her, his lips curling into a smile. "Fifty points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for wearing proper attire. I do keep my word," he said as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding across her nipples through the lace. He pulled his wand out, aiming the tip to her back, and her bra fell loose as both the back clasp and adjustable straps sprung free.

His flicker of surprise as the bra fell into his hand nearly made Hermione laugh. "It's not exactly the same bra sir, but I know you wanted me to wear green, so I changed the color." He cocked his eyebrow, and his lips curled into a smile again, making her stop speaking as effectively as if he'd interrupted her.

"I approve. Ten more points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger." He dropped the bra and placed a hand on her abdomen, backing her up to sit on the windowsill in front of him, and his cup fell to the floor with a crash. Before she could apologize about knocking it off the windowsill, he leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her knees apart, pushing to stand between her thighs as he pressed her against the glass. She exclaimed under his kiss at the sudden coolness, and one of his arms wrapped around her holding her tightly to him.

With unreasoned boldness, Hermione reached out to touch him, her fingers trailing along his abdomen, opening a few of his buttons.

"Did you want help," he asked, humored by her difficulty with the small buttons. She shook her head as his kisses trailed down her jaw to her ear. "I'd be happy to oblige you." He stood up anyway, quickly undoing the last six and pulled the shirt off, allowing her only a moment's stare before he leaned in to her, pulling to him with one arm.

Hermione became lost in his kiss again, her hands exploring his body, so she failed to notice when his other hand began to move smoothly on her leg. At first it seemed accidental, then as his fingers swept up her leg, slowly pushing her skirt up, she realized what he intended. She stiffened, crying out, "No, wait," and gasped.

"Yes," he said, "relax, Miss Granger. I'm only touching you." His other hand moved to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple as he spoke. His silky, rich voice sent as many shivers through her as his thumb and lips were. His fingers on her leg continued to slither upwards. She felt him slide a finger against the lace, and she inhaled at the implication. He pushed her back against the glass and kissed her neck. "Just say stop and I will," he said as he nipped her skin just below her ear.

Instead of saying no, she moaned, and his fingers slid easily under her knickers. "But… Oh, gods," she said in ragged breaths as a jolt shot through her body from his contact. She instinctively tried closing her legs, but his legs between her own prevented her from doing so. She felt the quick pulse shoot through her a few more times, and she opened her legs wider, enjoying the pleasant sensation and wanting more. "What is…? How are you…?"

"Relax and feel, Miss Granger," he said smoothly. She felt more pulses shoot through her as his fingers rubbed and flicked the soft tissue just above her opening. The sensations were intense and extremely pleasurable and increasing in intensity. He continued to fondle her breast, his kisses moving from her neck to her breast and back to her neck as he fondled her under her knickers.

Oh, Merlin – what he's making me feel… "Please… Oh, Merlin, please don't stop," she panted, her breathing becoming labored and deep, her heart racing, pounding in her chest and an intense pressure-like sensation was building up within her. She couldn't think, her hands simply splayed against his firm stomach, and her head fell back.

"That's it," she heard him say, "relax and feel it."

Oh, mother of Merlin! Oh gods!

"Relax, let it happen."

I'm going to pee… He's… Oh, bloody hell!

His rich silky drawl caressed her mind, "Let it go," erasing all other thought but his voice and the feel of his hands on her crotch and her breast. "Don't hold on to it," she heard him say languorously. "Hermione, let it go." At the sound of her name in his rich silky drawl, the pressure, reaching its crescendo, broke.

"Oh, dear god! Severusss…! Oh my, Severusss…!" she cried out, her body melting, floating, expanding and sinking all at once. "Oh! Severusss…!" She fell back against the glass, her hands grasping for the sides of the window, her fingertips barely grasping stone, falling onto the sill on either side of her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was still standing in front of her, his hand still in her knickers, a smug smile on his face as he stared at her intently. His fingers still made small sweeps, causing her body to jerk with shooting pulses with each flick he made. She couldn't move, her breathing was hard and fast, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Slowly, he withdrew his hand, his eyes locked on her face as he did something that completely gobsmacked her. He licked his fingers, sticking first one, then another, into his mouth, pulling each one out slowly as if it'd been coated in the best tasting thing ever. But they had been in my knickers! That's – it's from me! My wetness… from down there!

He smiled and chuckled at her reaction. "Yes, Hermione?" he stood up and pulled her to stand, supporting her against his body. Her legs still felt rubbery, unable to hold her own weight as he kissed her, his mouth hungrily devouring hers, the taste of her wetness still on his lips. It thrilled and appalled her. The flavor foreign and yet familiar, mixing with his taste, his sweet, rich taste. She clung to him, stroking his tongue with hers, kissing him with fervor.

Gradually, his kisses softened and became teasing, and he stopped, looking at her as if he was once again seeing into her very soul. His kiss left her utterly breathless, gasping for air and her knees still weak.

"Thank you, Miss Granger," he said, brushing her hair from beside her face. "That was most enjoyable. However, my dear, you cannot speak about this. I don't think I have to explain why. Also, as much as I enjoyed hearing you call out my name, do not, under any circumstances, get in the habit of using it. It would not do well for others to hear you say it again. You will have to control yourself."

Hermione nodded, completely understanding.

He smiled as he let her go. "One hundred ninety-five points from Gryffindor if you mention this to anyone. I would suggest that you do not come back here, Hermione. Please, for both our sakes, do not return."

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Author's Notes:

So, yes, things are progressing forward, and our Potions professor is manipulating Hermione quite a bit. Still, is it just the spells on the room or something developing here?

I simply cannot forget to say thank you to my beta, Southern_Witch_69. I owe a great deal of gratitude to her for all her help and support. Thanks to her infinite patience with me, I actually have something readable for you.