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"Aren't you going to try and kiss me again Hermione?" Severus asked, enunciating her name slowly, and causing a shiver to run down her
"Do you want me to?" she asked softly, hoping he might dip his head and capture her longing lips.
His molten gaze lingered, tracking down her throat and blazing a path to her heaving chest.
"Do you want to?" he questioned, smirking in that maddening way.
"You know what I want," she said, tilting her head back slightly.
"Hmm," he replied, dipping his head slightly and closing in the distance between them, Hermione held her breath.
"Goodnight Granger," he taunted, before leaving her, again.
Hermione huffed out an angry breath, how dare he. Severus clearly knew the hold he had on her, she had no doubt about that. How could he not after his brief slip into her subconscious?
She was more than aware of the swirling thoughts whirring through her mind at any given moment.
It was difficult to believe it had been less than a week since she had successfully seduced him in the dungeons. That in itself was an odd thought. Hermione didn't think she had ever wanted to seduce someone before, let alone actually achieved it. Now, she couldn't quite grasp what was happening. He'd let her undress him, he'd actively participated in pleasuring her and had seemed quite eager.
She kept her eyes locked in the direction of where he'd last been before disappearing into the dungeons.
Shaking her head quickly she frowned and clenched her jaw, then, her eyes found something out of place. A bag, sitting just inside the entrance to the Great Hall. Hermione's curiosity carried her to the large brown sack, she peeked inside and saw the tell-tale iridescent glint of Unicorn Horns.
Severus must have left them behind.
She was tempted to chase after him with his forgotten items and maybe give him a piece of her mind about his behaviour, but he was clearly intoxicated.
So she turned on her heel, Unicorn Horns in hand and marched back to her quarters replaying their encounter in her mind.
The next day saw a quiet and withdrawn Severus Snape wallowing and toying glumly with his food. Hermione couldn't help the slightly smug expression on her face as she sipped her morning tea. During this entire mess she had never felt like she had the upper hand in their interactions until now. It wasn't much, but she felt pretty satisfied all the same.
The day passed quickly,— too quickly, and Hermione's anxiety at the prospect of patrolling with Severus was mounting with each tick of the metaphorical clock.
After dinner found Hermione pacing back and forth in her living room, forming fake arguments and attempting to create a friendly dialogue for nothing more than her own imagined ramblings.
She knew that within seconds he could eviscerate her with his acidic tongue and sharp words.
Even at her best she couldn't hold her own against him in a battle of wits and she wasn't at her best around him, not by a long shot. She was overcome with her emotions and was desperately trying to detach herself from the gnawing ache that came with the very thought of him.
The small victory she had celebrated only hours before had all but been snuffed out completely as the day wore on.
The time had come and she wouldn't allow him to think that he had bested her, making her long for him all that night. Fighting her lust with the warranted anger he deserved had only led her fingers into her knickers with thoughts of that deep, dark stare penetrating her and exploring her mind.
'Aren't you going to try and kiss me again Hermione?'
His words played on repeat in her aching mind.
But now she couldn't stall any longer.
The hallways were filled with students frantically making their way back to their common rooms before curfew kicked in as she made her way to the Entrance Hall.
She waited.
It wasn't like Severus to arrive late, usually he was waiting on her and she was a very punctual person.
She swore he arrived painfully early on purpose, just to raise that damnable black brow at her as she approached.
Her stomach gave a small flutter at the image of his face that her mind had conjured up.
Hermione frowned at Neville as he approached.
"Hey Hermione," he offered in a light friendly tone.
"Neville?" she questioned. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't Minerva or Snape tell you?" he asked, head tilted slightly in question. "I'm covering his shift tonight."
Hermione let out a small humourless laugh and shook her head in disbelief.
"No," she said in a clipped tone. "Nobody informed me."
"Oh well, I suppose it's not a big deal," Neville said nonchalantly. "Shall we start?"
She knew she was being rude, but she couldn't help it. Hermione was too busy berating an imaginary Severus in her mind throughout their patrol.
The students they found lurking in dark corners were punished with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm than was necessary or expected of her.
After a tiresome evening of accosting wayward students and attempting to make small talk with Neville, Hermione was never so happy to see the door to her rooms.
"Hermione?"
She had already reached out for her door handle when Neville's voice pulled her out of her own head. Turning on the spot she faced her friend.
"Sorry Neville," she replied. "I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just exhausted."
Neville was shuffling on the spot and turning pink, eyes downcast to his uncertain feet.
"I haven't seen you much lately," Neville muttered, still not looking at her. "I thought that maybe,—" he trailed off, picking at an invisible piece of thread on his cuff.
"What's up Neville?" she asked kindly.
"Um, maybe we could get dinner this weekend?"
Hermione felt her stomach drop, she hoped that Neville meant the invitation in a friendly way and not as a date but she couldn't deny she had been expecting this. She pondered on his request, unsure how to respond in a kind way, but also to ensure that he was aware that her feelings did not go beyond friendship.
Her hesitation seemed to do the work for her.
"It-it's a bad idea," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. "S-sorry."
Then he was walking away quickly, still muttering his apologies as he retreated from her view.
Hermione let out a strained breath as she let herself into her quarters to settle in for the evening.
Once across the threshold to her living room the first sight that met her eyes was the large sack sitting by her coffee table. The shimmering unicorn horns were in direct contrast to the dull brown bag that housed them.
She threw a dirty look in their direction as she made her way to her bathroom, determined to complete her evening abolitions before retiring to her bed.
Upon reentering her living room she threw one last glance at the bag before entering her bedroom.
Once inside the room she paused.
She should be thinking about poor Neville and her almost rejection of him, but her treacherous thoughts once again returned to Severus.
Without putting any more thought into it, she whipped around, threw open her bedroom door, grabbed the unicorn horns and set off in the direction of the dungeons.
She knew she wouldn't sleep that night without giving him a piece of her mind.
The hallways passed in a blur, as they had done so often since her return. It seemed that she spent more time hurrying through the hallways in varying degrees of anger and sadness than she had as a teenager.
Even during the whole Ron and Lavender debacle in her sixth year she hadn't been this confused in her feelings. She was supposed to be confused and hormone addled at sixteen, not twenty-three.
Or maybe she was? The wizarding world seemed to fast-track relationships, which she obviously had normalised at some point.
Young Hermione had far bigger and brighter plans than marriage and a family in her early twenties.
She still did.
So perhaps this kind of reaction was normal, needed and healthy for a young woman who had never before experienced an adult relationship.
With only teenage crushes and short flings to compare this to, she couldn't know.
Hermione was careening through the dungeons, the biting chill hardly bothering her exposed skin. She supposed it wasn't only her, it didn't help that the person she had decided to fixate on was a volatile and reclusive man.
She briefly wondered if he had ever been in a real relationship?
As if her thoughts conjured him, there he was; just about to slip into his office.
"Severus!" she called out, hurrying in his direction, jaw set in anger. "You're avoiding me." It was an accusation.
She watched as his shoulders tensed, palm pressed against the wood of his office door. He did not turn to face her immediately, causing her anger to flare.
Hermione faltered in her approach, she wanted to shout and yell, to shake him into using his brain and berate him for his treatment of her. If it was Ginny in her position she would march up and give him a piece of her mind, but she was less open to defending herself. It was a much easier task to use her outrage in defence of others.
Finally he turned, arms folded tightly against his chest, his face however looked oddly apprehensive.
"What is it you need, Granger?" he asked, not unkindly.
Words caught in her throat, a scoff of indignation the only proof that she had heard his question.
"What do I need?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly with anger. "What do I need? An explanation perhaps? An apology maybe?"
"I don't recall requesting an apology for any of your indiscretions?" He was too unsettlingly calm.
"My—" she started, she was seething now. "Firstly," she started, rounding on him, her index finger pointing at him accusatory. "I did apologise after I kissed you on my birthday. Secondly, you seemed more than happy to participate in my latest indiscretion."
As the silence stretched on, Hermione's anger continued to mount.
His lack of reaction was fuelling her fury.
She poked him once, twice, three times and then, with the reflexes of a cat he captured her finger firmly in his fist. Hermione gasped, she knew she was testing his patience, pushing his buttons and seeking a reaction. Well she had got it.
The gleam in his too-dark eyes consumed her, seeming to peer directly into her soul. Severus' intensity caused a shiver to ripple down her spine, her legs felt unsteady as he maintained his grip.
With a deliberate, languid motion he raised her assaulting finger to his bottom lip, placing the pad to his soft skin and kissed.
Hermione, taken aback was unsuccessfully trying to process the chain of events which had led to this moment as she watched his movements, mouth agape. He placed the same hand, the same finger that he had just kissed onto his own shoulder and stepped into her.
Severus' hand was on her waist and Hermione's head was spinning. She must have looked desperate to him, hair wild, lip quivering with anticipation and her eyes darting around his face seeking answers. His gaze lingered on her lips before he finally lowered his mouth to hers.
Her lips were already parted, an unintentional invitation for his exploration. When his tongue slid past her teeth and caressed her own she heard a needy moan escape her throat as she tightened her grip on his shoulder.
The kiss was passion and promise, it held a heat which he seemed to be holding back during their last encounters. Severus explored her mouth with such need that Hermione felt her knees weaken.
Then he pulled back, long fingers caressing the sensitive flesh where her neck met her ear.
"What made you change your mind?" she asked breathlessly, peering up at him.
"Seemed the easiest way to shut you up," he teased.
"Now listen here—" she started with a frown, but Severus silenced her with another bruising kiss.
Hermione's hand slipped from its resting place to glide over his scarred neck eliciting a small hiss from Severus, who quickly deepened their kiss in response.
His firm grip on her waist trailed to her hips first and finally her backside, almost lifting her feet from the ground.
Severus pressed her against the cold wooden surface of his office door, never breaking their kiss. Hermione could feel his interest pressed against her stomach and the knowledge sent a thrill up her spine. Slowing the kiss he pulled back slightly and just as she sought to catch her breath his jagged teeth caught her bottom lip and nipped at her tenderly.
"Severus," she gasped breathlessly. "Someone might see us."
For a moment he searched her face, for what she couldn't tell. Then he did lift her up, with a strength she hadn't expected and opened the door behind her. Hermione wrapped herself around him, feet locked at his lower back and thighs pressed into his sides as he carried her to a second door.
Taking the opportunity in hand she trailed her lips along the scarred skin peaking above his collar and kissed her way to the shell of his ear.
"You're maddening," she whispered gently.
A deep and spellbinding chuckle vibrated through her where their chests were firmly pressed together. The sound was rich and powerful, causing Hermione to hum her approval.
"And you remain insufferable, incessant and completely captivating" he whispered back.
The second door led into his bedroom; the decor was dark and understated, deep forest greens and dark woods, tidier than her own bedroom and surprisingly peaceful.
Just like her own room an enormous four-poster bed dominated the space. Rich green canopies and bedding were the only noticeable difference.
Hermione eager as ever started the arduous task of disrobing the Potions Professor.
Buttoned up to his chin and cloaked in black wool. First she unclasped his cloak which thumped heavily onto the flagstone floor.
Before her fingers had unlooped a single button Severus placed her gently on the foot of his bed.
He looked over her, heat glinting in his eyes as he watched her kneel, reaching out for his chest again.
Severus grasped both of her hands, stalling her attempt.
"Why?" he asked quietly.
"What?" Hermione asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion. Why must he insist on questioning her during intimate moments, when all she wanted was to rip his clothes off and have her way with him.
"Why do you want me?" There was a note of uncharacteristic hesitation in his questioning tone.
Hermione froze under his unwavering gaze. There was a vulnerability she had never witnessed in him before, she was terrified that he might bolt and leave her again.
She hadn't really examined her feelings, hadn't allowed herself to in fear of his rejection. Getting herself overly attached to a man so volatile and emotionally unpredictable seemed likely to end in heartbreak.
But as Hermione looked at him now, without his billowing cloak, slightly disheveled from her wandering hands and with his lips swollen from their kiss she smiled.
"I didn't let myself dwell on it," she started. "At first it was small and niggling, like an itch just out of reach. Then as we spent more time together it grew and formed into something… else."
Hermione took a moment, his grip on her hands had slackened so she took the opportunity and placed them both firmly on his chest.
Drawing herself to the very edge of his bed without compromising her stability she peered up into his open expression.
"I can't pinpoint it, it just happened. You took over my thoughts, I didn't even miss my friends any more. Not even my parents. I just wanted you."
She was toying with his buttons, seeking his permission to continue and reignite the heat from a moment ago.
He was watching her continuously, his eyes never leaving her face, tracking each movement and twitch.
Hermione's smile died.
"Please don't toy with me Severus," she pleaded. "If you do not want me, just say and I will go."
"There is no sense in pretending." He sounded almost hurt, forlorn. Reaching up, Hermione trailed her thumb across his jaw, feeling the beginnings of stubble.
"I do want you," he continued. "As much as I punish myself for it, how disgustingly inappropriate it is. I can't seem to stay away."
He leaned into her touch, tilting his head, dark locks falling across his face.
Severus' hand tangled into her curls and with a gentle tug he tilted her head back.
His lips on her throat, on the crook of her neck and his hands slipping the robes from her shoulder blinded her.
Fumbling fingers found his buttons again, eager to explore. With a great effort, she worked slowly. The fire growing inside her called out for a hurried response to his consent, but she had longed to stay present. However long he needed,— wanted, she could wait.
Each button was a mountain to overcome while his hand slipped lazily to her back and easily undid her zipper.
He took her hands again, not in warning this time, but to drag the restricting material of her robes down.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, before placing an open mouthed kiss to the centre of her chest.
Both of his hands reached around and made quick work of her clasp before slowly dragging her bra down her arms.
Severus' long fingers trailed delightfully from her shoulder to her collarbone and blazed a fiery path down the centre of her chest.
Her cry sounded strangled and pained as those same fingers ghosted over her left breast, her nipple pulled taut, longing for his attention.
"So sensitive," he whispered, sweeping his knuckles against her stiff pink peak. "How many different sounds can you make?"
He caught her nipple firmly between his thumb and index finger, pulling gently and rolling. Hermione keened softly under his touch head tilting back and her hands slumped uselessly by her sides.
She should try. Try to undress him, try to bring him pleasure, try to seduce him in the insatiable way he was currently doing with her. But she couldn't concentrate, not when his hand was grazing over her stomach and dipping further down.
"Severus," she moaned. His name was a prayer and his hands were a song. Hermione reeled, heat creeping under the surface ready to further ignite under his touch.
"Lay down," he breathed sharply against her lips. "I haven't stopped thinking about how you taste."
With a delicate push he encouraged her to fall blissfully against the soft bedding. Hermione lifted her hips as strong hands guided her robes and underwear down her thighs. When her clothes were shed she lifted up again slightly in anticipation of his touch. .
"Scream my name when you come apart for me." His breath puffed against her inner thigh, followed by a soft and tender kiss. "Remind me," he paused. "Remind me that it's me you want."
Hermione groaned loudly as Snape prodded at her slick entrance with his tongue and slowly dragged her excitement up and over her hooded bundle of nerves.
"You're already so wet." His mouth was still on her as he spoke. "Is this all for me?"
She cried out hoarsely as he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucking and licking gently.
With her back arched and her hands fisted in his sheets Hermione tried to control her hips.
"Severus!" she screamed to the canopy above them as her climax peaked and washed over her, leaving her body sensitive and electrified.
She could hear her own pained whimpers as her ears adjusted to the sounds of the room.
"Shhh," Severus purred, still glancing up at her from between her thighs. "Don't tire yourself out, I'm not even close to being finished with you."
"Severus, I need you."
Then he was slowly crawling up her torso, planting wet kisses along her body as he approached his final destination. His kiss was deep and exploring, Hermione could taste herself on his tongue; sweet and musky.
"You have too many clothes on," she managed to gasp when their mouths separated for a moment.
Severus looked down at their torsos pressed together briefly and quickly banished the rest of his clothing with a flick of his wrist.
Then faster than Hermione could fathom he pinned both of her wrists to his bed and lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking hard and grazing her nipple with his teeth.
"S-Severus!"
She wrapped her legs firmly around his waist and attempted to pull him into her.
"Tut tut," he chuckled softly against her. "So impatient witch."
Hermione's response was a growling moan of frustration which induced another laugh,— a delightfully rich sound, from him.
Her frustrated cries soon became pleasured moans as his hand left her wrist and lined himself up at her entrance, pressing gently against her.
With his first thrust Hermione threw her head back in appreciation, in ecstasy and wailed her approval.
"Merlin help me witch, you are insatiable," he panted to her, running his fingers through her wild mane.
Hermione, still wrapped around his waist, met each thrust with grateful enthusiasm and encouragement.
He was watching her face intently with those mesmerising eyes, she stared back and nodded her head at his unverbilised request.
Then he was inside her, both her body and mind.
"Don't close your eyes," he panted. "I can see what you want."
"What do I want?" Hermione asked in a pleasured gasp as his hips snapped harder and faster.
"Your mind is so chaotic, you want me to sooth it," he said, voice strained from their coupling. "So good, you're so good. Incredible. Beautiful."
Hermione could feel herself starting to come apart as Severus continued to plunge into her relentlessly, a steady rhythm that perfectly matched her desire. She cried out in anticipation, the slow build of her orgasm was delightfully torturous.
"Yes! Yes! Right there, oh please?" she begged, never closing her eyes as he kept her mind and body stimulated.
Then with a final strangled cry she felt her walls clamp down on his invading length, her eyes slammed shut involuntarily as Hermione rode the wave of pleasured bliss he had gifted her.
Severus continued to thrust only for a moment when she felt him spilling himself inside of her with a pleasured groan before slumping slightly onto her chest.
"Merlin, that was,—" she faltered, body trembling.
"Indeed," he mumbled against her flushed skin.
Hermione let out a small laugh which he returned as he lifted himself from her. She was shivering and exhausted, the very thought of returning to her rooms was causing her such pain that it must have showed on her face.
Severus cleansed them both with a charm causing her to tremble further under the power of his magic.
"Come on," he said, holding his hand out to her.
She tried to hide her sadness as she lifted up from his sheets onto her feet, eyes darting around the room in search of her clothes.
She reached down towards her underwear when they were suddenly floating along with the rest of her attire and hung themselves alongside his own discarded clothing in his wardrobe which snapped shut with a click.
Hermione frowned and turned back towards the bed. Severus was under the covers with one side thrown back in invitation.
He looked hesitantly at her face, eyes darting around erratically, in search of her reaction.
"If you would rather return to your own quarters I understand," he said softly, kindly.
With a wide smile Hermione slid into his bed and tucked herself against him, slipping her hand across his lean torso she settled comfortably.
She had never slept next to a lover before, she had never wanted to. But now, as she lay tucked snuggly under his arm she couldn't think of anything she wanted more.
"Goodnight Severus," she whispered, pressing a small kiss to his chest.
"Goodnight Hermione," he replied and with a wave of his hand the sconces in the room extinguished and enveloped the couple in darkness.