Severus sent Hermione on her way late Saturday morning, after some breakfast (and a few other activities). Just as she was heading out of the dungeons Harry's patronus came dashing through the hall. The stag waltzed around her in circles as Harry's voice came through.
"Hey Hermione, we are just about to head to Hogsmeade to meet Ginny. If you're still at Hogwarts just meet us there."
The stag leaned in and nuzzled his snout against Hermione's knee briefly before disappearing. Shite. She had forgotten it was a Hogsmeade weekend. She'd told Ginny she was going to Grimmauld the night before, and had told the boys she wanted to stay at Hogwarts another night to get more studying in. Hopefully no-one would connect the dots… She pulled her winter cloak and hat out of her magically-extended bag and hurried to make her way down to the village, hoping she wouldn't run into Ginny on the way.
"Hey Hermione!" Harry waved to her from down the road. He and Ron were just about to enter Honeydukes.
"Where's everyone else?" Ron asked.
Hermione slowed her pace as she made her way over to the boys. She hadn't thought to grab her boots and her feet were freezing. She aimed a discreet warming charm at her shoes.
"Oh, I'm not sure. I came straight from the library." She lied.
"Oh, alright. Let's go inside, it's bloody cold out here." Ron's cheeks and nose were bright red under his freckles. She could see his breath in the chilly February air.
"Yes, let's!" She agreed and the three of them headed into the sweets shop.
Honeydukes was positively packed with students. Several large displays held boxes of heart shaped chocolates and candies- "Nothing says 'Be my Valentine' like Honeydukes chocolates!"
Ugh, that's right. Valentine's day was only a few days away. Hermione wasn't against the holiday, but she never particularly enjoyed it. Celebrating holidays at all had been sort of strange since the war ended. The year before when they were on the run they hardly knew what day it was at all, let alone acknowledged superficial things like Valentine's day. The years before that had never been anything special for her either. She'd never had a 'Valentine'... She'd enjoyed sharing some chocolate with friends that had received some, and that was about it.
This year wouldn't be any different. Her and Snape definitely weren't dating. That was an odd sentence to even think about. She didn't really mind though, their arrangement-whatever it was- was enough for now. She was certainly learning a lot about herself… and having some fun, too. The only part she wasn't enjoying was being so secretive with her friends. Snape was kind of turning her world upside down (mostly in a good way) and she had no one to confide in about it.
Someone in the crowded store bumped into her and startled her out of her thoughts. She scanned the room and found Harry perusing the boxes of chocolate truffles.
"Gonna grab something for Ginny before she shows up!" Harry said when she sidled up next to him. Ron popped his head around from the opposite side of the display to make a gagging noise at him. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"That's sweet, Harry. I think she likes the dark chocolate ones best."
Harry grabbed the assorted dark pack and tried to make his way to the counter through the throngs of people. Hermione heard someone call, "Hey, it's Harry Potter!" From the other side of the store. Poor Harry. He couldn't go anywhere without being accosted by fans these days.
She and Ron got their fair share of recognition as well, but neither had it as bad as Harry. And it wasn't too bad for Hermione anymore when she was in Hogsmeade. The excitement over her war hero status had calmed down after the first month or so of the school year, when the younger students realized she was just a normal person. A normal person who almost lived in the Library, that is.
She had been asked out several times in the first weeks, mostly by 5th and 6th years, and once by a particularly brave (and annoying) 2nd year. She had turned them all down, of course, and word seemed to spread that she wasn't interested in dating. She could only roll her eyes and laugh to herself when she caught the occasional whispers about her prudish nature.
If only they knew.
"So, you gonna buy something for your girlfriend, Hermione?" Ron was next to her now. He wiggled his ginger brows at her.
"I don't have a girlfriend, Ronald. I'm not sure how you came to that conclusion." She laughed exasperatedly at him.
"Sure, sure." Ron grinned at her. He had a sizable pile of sweets floating next to him. Hermione wasn't sure if he was buying gifts, or if all the candy was for himself. It really could go either way.
"Honestly, you really have no idea what you're talking about. Come on, let's go save Harry."
Hermione led the way through the groups of giggling students to the queue at the candy counter. Harry was struggling to pay for his chocolates while rowdy teen girls tried to shove in next to him to get an autograph. She had to push a few students a bit harder than she'd have liked, but she finally got to Harry and grabbed his shoulder.
"Here, I'll pay for the sweets!" She almost had to scream to be heard over the mass of squealing girls. She turned to Ron who was behind her,
"I'll get yours too, you just get Harry out of here!" Ron nodded and levitated his massive pile of candy onto the counter. Harry turned and dropped several coins into Hermione's hand and then he and Ron pushed their way out of Honeydukes, with a trail of starstruck teens on their heels.
The store was suddenly blessedly quiet and Hermione took a calming breath. The clerk looked just as annoyed as she felt.
"Sorry, can't take him anywhere!" Hermione joked. The plump middle aged wizard apparently had no sense of humor, for he only looked at her dully and said,
"One Galleon, seven Knuts."
Circe, Ron, how much candy do you need? Hermione paid the man and accepted the large bag of sweets. When she got outside the mob of fans was gone, and in their place was Ginny, Luna, and Neville.
Hermione smiled at her friends, and handed the shopping bag to Ron.
"How'd you lose your mob, Harry?"
Harry grinned and gestured to Ginny, who was holding onto his arm. She flicked her long red hair nonchalantly. "Told them to leave off my boyfriend."
Hermione laughed, impressed.
"Funny, they're more scared of a girl than the Chosen One, eh Harry?" Ron said through a mouthful of chocolate.
"Her bat-bogey hex is pretty famous." Hermione reasoned. Luna nodded serenely, "Ginny is very scary. The nargles hardly bother her at all."
"And everyone knows the only spell Harry knows is Expelliarmus." Neville joked with a crooked grin.
"Ha ha," Harry replied, "Come on, I'd like to go have a look in Spintwitches. Who's coming?"
All but Luna and Hermione nodded their assent. Luna was already starting to wander from the group, and she called out absently,
"You all go ahead. I think I'll walk around a bit more, it's lovely out today. Might snow soon, it seems." With a swish of blonde braids she was off.
Ron looked bewildered. "I'll never understand her. Lovely out? I'm freezing my bollocks off!"
Neville just smiled after Luna warmly. Hermione suspected there might be something between those two, but Neville was still a bit too shy to do much about it. She hoped they'd figure it out, they would do well together.
"I'm going to Tomes and Scrolls, I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks later?" Hermione said.
They all agreed and headed their separate ways. By now she was used to being the only one who wanted to shop for books. And honestly, she preferred perusing the stacks in silence. Bookstores and Libraries were her sanctuaries. No matter what was going on in Hermione's life, books would never let her down. They were endless possibilities of adventure, knowledge, mystery, love, and anything else you could think of. One of the greatest pleasures in her life was walking among the fathomless stacks, running her fingers along dusty spines and breathing in that old book scent.
The owner of Tomes and Scrolls greeted Hermione warmly from behind the counter when she entered the store. She was probably one of his best customers and he always treated her kindly. He was a soft spoken elderly wizard, and was just the type you'd expect to own a bookstore; slight stature and short white hair, his soft brown eyes were set in a deeply wrinkled face.
"Hello Mr. Byrne! Keeping warm in here today, I hope!"
A kind smile creased his weathered face. "Of course. Now, I'd ask if you need any help, but I'm guessing I'll get the same answer I always do."
Hermione smiled brightly, "I like to let the books guide me." She shrugged a bit sheepishly. Mr. Byrne chuckled.
"Just let me know if I can be of any assistance." He swept his hand in a go ahead gesture towards the rows of bookshelves.
"Will do. I appreciate it!" Hermione replied and headed into the maze of tomes.
Almost immediately she found a mystery novel and an interesting looking book called "Forgotten Runes" that she wanted to buy. After that she made her way through the stacks until she reached the far back corner that held the more adult books. After taking a quick peek behind her to make sure Mr. Byrne wasn't around, she knelt down and started skimming the titles.
Now that looks intriguing… She pulled out a book titled "BDSM Through the Ages". She stood up and placed the other two books on the shelf in front of her so she could skim her newest find.
Opening the book to an early page she found an artwork from early Rome, depicting a woman bent over at the waist between two men; the man behind her held a whip near her arse as she fellated the man in front of her. The text went on to describe the 'Tomb of the Flogging' where women whipped each other in celebration of Bacchus or Dionysus, the God of wine and fertility.
History and sex, a winning combination if you ask me. She smiled to herself. It was too bad there was no possible way she was going to buy the book and be able to face Mr. Byrne ever again. But she could at least peruse it a bit while she was here…
She flipped to a page in the middle. There was a drawing of a man standing next to a large canopy bed, his trousers were open, and the topless woman sitting in the bed grasped his erect cock. He wore breeches and buckled shoes, and held a tricorn hat in his hand. Clearly she had gotten to the 1700s. The next page had a long quote from the 1748 novel "Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure" by John Cleland.
"At last, he twigged me so smartly as to fetch blood in more than one lash: at sight of which he flung down the rod, flew to me, kissed away the starting drops, and sucking the wounds eased a good deal of my pain. But now raising me on my knees, and making me kneel with them straddling wide, that tender part of me, naturally the province of pleasure, not of pain, came in for its share of suffering: for now, eyeing it wistfully, he directed the rod so that the sharp ends of the twigs lighted there, so sensibly, that I could not help wincing, and writhing my limbs with smart; so that my contortions of body must necessarily throw it into infinite variety of postures and points of view, fit to feast the luxury of the eye.
But still I bore every thing without crying out: when presently giving me another pause, he rushed, as it were, on that part whose lips, and round about, had felt this cruelty, and by way of reparation, glued his own to them; then he opened, shut, squeezed them, plucked softly the overgrowing moss, and all this in a style of wild passionate rapture and enthusiasm, that expressed excess of pleasure; till betaking himself to the rod again, encouraged by my passiveness, and infuriated with this strange taste of delight, he made my poor posteriors pay for the ungovernableness of it; for now showing them no quarter, the traitor cut me so, that I wanted but little of fainting away, when he gave over. And yet I did not utter one groan, or angry expostulation; but in my heart I resolved nothing so seriously, as never to expose myself again to the like severities."
Hermione was so engrossed in the book she didn't notice the person walking up behind her.
"You and Mr. Byrne seem awfully close. Should I be worried?" A deep voice spoke in her ear. Hermione squeaked and dropped the book, spinning around to see Professor Snape smirking down at her.
"Oh my gosh, you scared me Professor! What are you doing here?" Hermione put a hand to her chest to calm her pounding heart.
Severus leaned casually against the bookshelf and crossed his arms. "Taking my turn chaperoning, unfortunately. I came here to browse, and imagine my surprise when you show up and start flirting with the shopkeep."
Snape's face was rather blank as he spoke but Hermione could see the amusement in his eyes. He was teasing her. Hermione huffed a soft laugh.
"Flirting? Honestly, the man's got to be nearly one hundred years old… Trust me,-" She was cut off by a voice at the other end of the row. Mr. Byrne was peering around the corner at them,
"Everything okay over here?"
Hermione's cheeks went pink. She knew there was nothing untoward about conversing with her teacher in the bookstore, but considering what section they were in, she felt a little awkward. She snatched up the two books she had set aside and called out to the older man,
"Yes of course. I was just heading your way actually!"
Snape leered at her as she passed by him. She shivered slightly at his gaze. It was decidedly odd seeing him outside of his private quarters now. Every time she left his rooms she halfway convinced herself the whole thing was some kind of fever dream. It was completely surreal.
Only a couple of hours ago he'd had his face buried between her thighs and now she had to pretend she hardly knew him; he was just the man who taught her potions once a week. His fondness for teasing her in public did not help her to keep the two Snapes separate in her mind. That man would be the death of her sanity. She shook her head in exasperation.
Hermione quickly paid for her books and fled the store before Professor Snape could appear and make any more comments. She figured she had a little time and headed for Galdrags.
Severus knelt down to pick up the book Hermione had dropped and promptly forgotten in her haste. He chuckled when he saw the title. He'd buy it for her, just to see her blush. The girl was extremely easy to rile up, and he was enjoying it immensely.
Severus was starting to worry a bit about how often she was showing up in his day to day thoughts. At first he had thought it just infatuation, and the excitement of a new sexual relationship after a long dry spell. But, it seemed to be a bit more than that.
Even when he had been seeing and sleeping with witches frequently he'd never asked one to stay the night. He wasn't a cuddler. He didn't comb witches hair, or admit that he had a hard time going a few days without fucking them. Severus wasn't sure if he was just going soft, or if there was something special about Hermione. He suspected it was a little bit of both.
It would be very foolish of him to get attached. She would surely not stick around too long, and at this rate he was not going to take it well. But, stupid as it was, he wasn't sure he could stop himself if he tried. She was the perfect combination of intelligence, innocence, and nymphomania. Her looks certainly didn't hurt either. She was very girl-next-door cute -which he was fond of- but there was also a fieriness in her wild curls and perceptive eyes. That's what was really driving him mad. He may be the Dominant, but she held all of the power. Once she figured that out, he would really be in trouble.
When Severus brought the book up to the counter, Mr. Byrne eyed the title and raised his eyes slightly. Severus scowled at him. Oh fuck off old man, I don't give a damn what you or anyone else thinks. He paid the man and snatched his bagged purchase off of the counter.
"Have a nice afternoon, Professor." Mr. Byrne called as Snape stalked out the door. He watched the dark haired man leave with a thoughtful look on his face.
Hermione browsed Gladrags Wizarding Wear, caressing the fabrics of different dresses and tops, and blanching at price tags. She didn't have that much extra cash to spend on clothes. It was nice to shop around a bit though, she was a girl after all. She paused as she passed by the intimates section. Her underthings were rather lackluster… It wasn't something she'd considered much until recently. She'd always gone for comfort over fashion.
But now that someone would actually be seeing her underwear… Though, Snape did seem to prefer her knickerless. She snickered to herself. Might as well get a couple things anyway.
Just as Hermione was holding up a pair of black, lacy, tiny knickers, she heard an amused voice behind her.
"Oh, you should definitely get those." Hermione spun around to face a grinning Ginny.
"Ginny! Why is everyone sneaking up on me today??"
Her friend looked slightly puzzled. "Who else was sneaking up on you?"
Hermione blushed. "Nevermind. Are you guys ready to go to the Three Broomsticks? I was just getting a couple things…" Ginny smirked.
"I see that. So… who is it then?"
"Who is what??" Hermione asked.
"Oh come on!" Ginny groused, gently shoving her shoulder, "Harry and Ron said you're seeing someone. Ron says it's a girl…Not that that's bad if it is! But I'm not going to believe anything until I hear it from you." She looked at Hermione expectantly, clearly ready for the scoop.
Hermione sighed. "I'm not actually seeing anyone… it's… Hard to explain.." She wasn't sure how to put it into words. And she certainly wasn't about to spill the whole truth.
Ginny's eyes widened, and her smile grew even bigger. "So, it's a friend with benefits then?" Hermione couldn't help the snort that came out at that.
"I mean… I wouldn't say we're friends. I'm not sure what to call it honestly…"
Ginny covered her mouth with delight, "Hermione Granger! You have a fuck buddy!" She was giggling with glee. Hermione shushed her and looked around the store frantically.
"Be quiet! I'm not trying to tell the whole world!"
"Sorry!" Ginny looked around sheepishly then moved in closer. "So, who is it then??"
"I'm not going to say… I'm sorry. But I'm not even sure how long it's going to last, and I'd like to respect his privacy."
"So it is a guy! I figured."
"Okay, yes, it's a guy. But I'm not saying anything else!" Hermione was kicking herself. She really just wanted Ginny to drop it, she hated hiding stuff from her friends.
"Come on, you can trust me, Hermione. I won't even tell Harry or Ron, I swear!" Ginny clenched her fists together under her chin and looked pleadingly at Hermione. She was bouncing up and down on her heels.
"I do trust you, Ginny, honest. But I really can't say. If it does end up lasting for a while and turns into something more… Then I'll tell you, I promise. But I sort of doubt that will happen."
Hermione surprised herself with how disappointing that thought was. As intense and nerve-wracking as things had been the last couple of weeks, she really was enjoying it. Severus was exciting, and scary, and sexy as hell. And he had a gentle side that she had never expected.
"Ughhhh, fine. Keep your secrets. I'm gonna get it out of you one of these days…. Anyway, pick out your knickers and let's get out of here!"
With Ginny's help Hermione picked out several knickers of various colors and coverage. She also found a few matching bras, and ended up spending more than she had intended. On their way to the Three Broomsticks she asked Ginny how things were going with Harry.
"Oh pretty well…" Ginny replied, "We write all the time. I miss him a lot. Can't wait for spring hols, I'm dying for a shag!" She groaned in despair. Hermione giggled at her friend's candidness. Ginny was certainly not shy about her private life.
"Hmm…. You know, I bet I could sneak Harry into the castle one of these weekends. You could meet up in the room of requirement…" Hermione mused. Ginny stopped in the middle of the street and grabbed Hermione's hands.
"You're a genius! Would you really do that?? You're the best friend ever, Hermione! Really!" Her excitement was contagious and Hermione grinned along with her.
"Of course. What are friends for?"
Ginny let go of her hands and continued walking, with a spring in her step.
"You honestly have no idea how lucky you are that you have off campus privileges!! Say, have you and your bloke shagged yet? … Nevermind, you're buying skimpy knickers for him, of course you have." She smirked at Hermione knowingly and started to wiggle her eyebrows, not unlike what her brother had done in the sweets shop. Weasleys. Before Hermione could reply the rest of their group caught up to them in the street and they made their way to the Three Broomsticks together.
The rush of warm air as they entered the pub was heavenly. Hermione pocketed her mittens and rubbed her cold hands together briskly. Gods, she was ready for winter to be over. She was much more of a summer girl, personally. Luckily she didn't spend all that much time outside while studying at Hogwarts. She shuddered whenever she thought back to the winter they'd spent living in a tent in the woods. It could have been much worse though, thank goodness for magic.
Even though she was of age, she ordered a Butterbeer for nostalgia's sake. She wasn't a big fan of alcohol anyways, and rarely partook. She settled in the large round booth between Ron and Luna, and they all chatted amicably about their purchases and all of the current goings on in their lives. Shortly after they sat down Dean and Seamus (who had also come back to Hogwarts that year) showed up and sat with them.
It was quite nice, it had been a long while since they'd gotten a big group of friends together. Hermione enjoyed just sitting back with her drink and listening in as they all conversed and laughed. She didn't mind that she wasn't much part of the chatter, she didn't really have all that much to talk about. So it startled her a bit when Seamus directed a question at her.
"What have you been up to, Granger? Haven't seen you around the common room much."
Hermione cleared her throat, "Oh, you know, not much. I've been spending a lot of time in the Library. And weekends at Grimmauld with Harry and Ron. The usual." She shrugged.
Ron threw a long arm over her shoulder and squeezed her tight, leaning in towards the others. "That's not all, tell 'em Hermione. She's been seeing someone!" He said the last part in a sing-song voice. He'd only had two drinks and it seemed he was already tipsy. And a tipsy Ron was a particularly hug-y Ron. "And that's not all.." he continued in a conspiratorial tone, "It's a girl!" Ron beamed like he'd just delivered the best news of the year.
Seamus raised his eyebrows up to his hairline, and looked Hermione up and down quickly. "Really? Can't say I'm surprised, actually. Good for you, Granger." He raised his pint at her.
Ginny rolled her eyes across the table. "Seriously Ron, you have no idea what you're talking about. Stop gossiping and let Hermione speak for herself!" Hermione shot her a grateful look and tried to wiggle out of Ron's grasp, but he held tight.
"Sorry," he said, but didn't sound very sorry at all, "But it's a good thing though! We love you, 'Mione, and we're all happy for you! Aren't we?"
As Ron spoke Hermione happened to glance across the pub and noticed the table in the opposite corner was occupied by several of their Professors. One of which happened to be Snape, and he was looking in their direction. She caught his eye, and he sipped his drink casually, all the while gazing at her with dark eyes that seemed to be starting straight into her soul. Heat pooled in her veins and then she realized how she must look to him, with Ron hanging all over her. She broke eye contact and turned to Ron, shoving him away.
"Get off of me, Ronald, honestly! And I never did say I was seeing a girl, did I? You somehow came to that conclusion all on your own. I'd prefer my private life be kept private, thank you very much." Hermione crossed her arms and stared down at the table.
Luna reached out and put a hand on Hermione's wrist, "Well whatever has been going on, I hope it's made you happy. You seem rather distracted lately. But in a good way, I think." She smiled at her with wide gray eyes.
Hermione smiled back, Luna was an interesting girl, always very sweet though. And Ron meant well -she knew that- he was just rubbish at reading social cues.
"Thanks Luna, I appreciate that. Can we please talk about something else now??" Hermione looked around the table exasperatedly. She felt very awkward now, knowing Professor Snape was right there watching her. She hoped he hadn't been able to hear what they were talking about.
The rest of the weekend went by rather quickly, she finished her homework, watched some silly sitcoms with Harry, (it was nice to have a friend who had also grown up in the muggle world) and laughed at Ron's total confusion. She'd also made a short and uncomfortable phone call to her parents just to say hi. Things had been very strained between them ever since she'd retrieved their memories. They had decided to stay in Australia, and they were understandably wary of her. It made complete sense, she had betrayed them and violated their minds. And not only that, they were muggles and could never fully understand magic or her way of life. It still hurt though, they were her parents after all.
The boys were always good at distracting her and cheering her up after a chat with them, and she felt a lot better by the time she got back to school. Monday and Tuesday went by dreadfully slow, and she had to dodge Ginny's playful interrogations left and right. On top of all of that, having seen Professor Snape outside of Hogwarts had inspired all kinds of new fantasies and she was dying to see him again.
She kept going back to the memory of Snape sneaking up behind her in the bookstore. But in her imagination Mr. Byrne never showed up, and Severus made her take off her knickers and show him her bum. Then he picked her up and shagged her against the stacks. In reality she'd never set up poor Mr. Byrne to witness something like that. But, it was fun to imagine. So fun that she nearly broke her promise not to touch herself. All in all, she was beyond ready for a meeting with her favorite professor.
Tuesday evening she had a hard time slipping away from the common room. Ginny was feeling particularly chatty and it was ten o'clock before Hermione could convince her they should head to bed. They said goodnight in the hallway between their two rooms, and went their separate ways. Hermione only stayed in her own room for a couple of minutes and then slowly opened the door and peeked out. The hallway was clear, so she tiptoed out to the common room, and left Gryffindor Tower, hoping no one was paying attention.
Since it was after curfew, her trip down to the dungeons was a long and nerve wracking one. She kept having to stop and hide whenever she thought she heard a noise. She'd used a disillusionment charm, but in a castle full of witches and wizards it was hardly foolproof. They were actually quite easy to see through if you knew what to look for. And there was no doubt every Professor in the building did. Where's Harry's cloak when you need it??
Hermione finally made it to the Potions classroom around half ten, and she decided to skip knocking entirely and just slipped in the room as quickly as she could. The door clicked shut softly behind her and she dropped her disillusionment charm. Professor Snape strolled out of his private rooms and into the classroom with a raised brow.
"Miss Granger.. I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up." He leaned casually against the wall and studied her. There was something off about his gaze. And, he was wearing his full teaching regalia, billowing robes and all. She was used to seeing him in just his dress shirt and trousers when they were alone. Something felt strange, but then again, she never could guess what the man would do next.
"Sorry sir, I got stuck with friends and had a hard time sneaking out of the common room." Hermione explained.
"I see."
Snape moved over to his desk and sat in his chair then beckoned her forward. "Come here."
Hermione crossed the room and took her favorite seat; his lap. He seemed to relax a fraction at that, but didn't touch her like she expected.
"Is there anything I need to be aware of?" Severus asked quietly.
"What do you mean?" She put a hand on his shoulder.
Snape sighed and looked up at the ceiling briefly. "Anything regarding you and Mr. Weasley.." He spoke long and drawn out, as if implying she knew exactly what he was referring to.
Hermione looked puzzled and tried to catch his eye, his face looked abnormally blank.Why are you acting so odd?
"Ron? Nothing is going on with me and Ron." Snape's brow furrowed slightly.
"You did date though, correct?"
"Yes, we did. Not for very long. We quickly realized we were better off as just friends, and that was that. I assure you there is nothing there anymore…" She huffed a little laugh. "Is this about Saturday? Ron gets all hug-y with all his friends when he's had something to drink, don't worry about that. I just happened to be sitting next to him… I've moved on. And he dates a different girl pretty much every other week. There are no lingering feelings, honest."
Severus looked up to her face, and dark eyes searched hers. He must have found what he was looking for, because he seemed to relax further and he brought his hands up to hold her waist. Hermione smoothed her thumb over his cheek and gave him a delighted little smile.
"You were worried, weren't you? That I'd gotten back together with Ron."
Severus narrowed his eyes. "I wasn't worried," he said with some distaste, "I merely wanted to remind you that should you decide to start seeing someone, I insist you let me know."
Hermione grinned at him. "Of course, sir."
"Stop looking at me like that." He grumbled.
Severus had had an interesting weekend, to say the least. Since he'd seen the Weasley idiot pawing at Hermione he'd been in a constant mental battle with himself. Part of him had wanted to slug the stupid boy in the face and claim what was his. And his other half argued that she wasn't his. They had a nice little sexual arrangement, but she wasn't his wife or girlfriend, and he didn't own her. He knew jealousy and possessiveness were two of his rather long list of flaws. That, and latching on far too quickly to any female that treated him like a human.
He needed to stay resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to stick around forever, and he'd better focus on making the time he had with her worthwhile. But damn it if he didn't want to find some way to make her stay. And that made him feel even more pathetic. It had only been a couple of weeks. He hadn't acted like this since his teenage years. Was this a midlife crisis?
By Tuesday he'd worked himself up into a right snit, and had convinced himself he would confront her when they next spoke, and would maybe even end things, just to preserve what little sanity he had left. When she'd not shown up by the time he'd expected her to, he'd figured she was doing the ending for him, and he'd almost opened the nice bottle of whiskey he'd been saving when she finally burst through the door.
As soon as she'd climbed up onto his lap his pent up emotions had all but evaporated. Then she'd smiled at him and petted his face and there was no way he could tell her to go. Fuck, he was in trouble. The girl was worming her way right past his defenses and he was pretty sure she had no idea. He wasn't about to let her know.
"I have a present for you." Severus told her, and she instantly looked a bit wary.
"You do?"
Snape chuckled. "Don't look so suspicious, you picked it out yourself."
"I did?"
Now Hermione was curious. Severus leaned over and opened a desk drawer behind her. He pulled out a book and handed it to her. Her face flamed when she read the cover.
"Oh Gods. I totally forgot about this… You don't think Mr. Byrne knew I was reading it, do you?" She worried her lower lip between her teeth.
Severus leered at her blush. "Oh I know he did.. Tell me, how often do you get yourself off in the corner of Tomes and Scrolls?"
Hermione looked scandalized. "I do not get myself off at the bookstore! I was just reading!"
Severus had to hold back a grin at her outrage.
"Mhmmm… Just reading.. Have you been frequenting that section of the store? Mr. Byrne must have an idea of what a naughty girl you are by now… Maybe we should go together sometime. I'll read to you and you can touch yourself in the corner."
"That's awful, sir, Mr. Byrne doesn't deserve that.." Hermione replied. But the slight wiggle of her hips gave her away. Severus smirked and started to peel her robes off her shoulders.
"Doesn't deserve that? That's awfully rude, I thought you liked the man. How long do you think it's been since he smelled a wet little witch?" He continued to undress Hermione slowly. She huffed,
"Stop that, he's a sweet old man!"
"That's what you say about me." Severus pulled the book from her hands and set it aside, and began to kiss down her neck as he unbuttoned her blouse.
Hermione giggled softly, and held onto Snape's shoulders. "I do not!"
"You've been awfully familiar with me tonight, Miss Granger." Severus said as he eased her shirt from her shoulders. He gazed approvingly at her new bra. It was sheer and black and he could just make out the shadow of her nipples. "Do I need to put you over my knee and remind you who it is you're dealing with?"
Oh Gods. Hermione was going to soak through her flimsy knickers if he kept saying things like that. She looked him in the eye and bit her lip.
"Yes, sir."
Snape's smirk grew. He was impressed with her answer. He was planning to spank her either way, but the fact that she'd admitted to it was a good sign. He grasped her chin and leaned in close.
"There's my good girl."
Hermione gasped softly. She was getting restless now. Severus didn't think he'd ever tire of her wiggly bum pressed against him.
"What do you say?"
"Will you… Will you please spank me, sir?" Hermione whispered. He could tell she was struggling not to look away. Very nice. He nodded and let go of her face.
"Do you want to stay here, or go to the bedroom?"
Hermione glanced around the classroom for a moment before answering, "Stay here, sir."
"Alright. Stand up for a moment and let me get my robes off."
Hermione got off Snape's lap and watched him take off his robes and frock coat, and roll up his sleeves. It was the kind of imagery that played over and over again in her daydreams. She shivered with anticipation. She wanted him to spank her, she had no doubt about that, but the moments leading up to it always got her stomach in knots.
Severus finished shedding his extra layers and then sat down in his chair, scooting to the very edge.
"Come on then," he said, patting his thigh, "over my knee, girl."
Sweet Merlin. Something about that phrase, especially coming from his mouth, turned her legs to mush.
Hermione obediently laid over his lap, and awkwardly tried to find a comfortable position. Snape spread his legs wider and helped maneuver her diagonally across his lap, so she could hold onto the armrest. She felt a bit too much like a little kid who'd gotten in trouble. But, she wanted him to touch her so badly she didn't mind.
Severus smoothed his right hand up her thigh and flipped up her skirt. He smiled at her knickers- or lack thereof. He'd hardly call the little black piece of material an undergarment, it would be more suited for use as dental floss. He tickled the little triangle of fabric at the top of her arse with one finger.
"Miss Granger, you seem to have lost the majority of your knickers.." He drawled. Hermione just squirmed around against his leg in response.
"Hmm.. I think I'll leave them on. Let's see if you can keep them dry now, shall we?" He mused.
Too late for that. "Yes, sir."
Severus smoothed his hand over her bum a few times, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his. The sight of her was intoxicating, as usual. He had the sudden urge to pinch himself and make sure he wasn't dreaming. How else could he explain a young, attractive witch so eagerly lying over the lap of an old, ugly bastard like himself?
"Okay, don't worry about counting, we're going to be here for a while…"
Hermione didn't have a chance to respond before he started spanking her. She let out a little "oof" of surprise at the first hit, but relaxed when it hardly stung at all. He was bringing his hand down on her heavily, but with more hit than smack. It rattled her whole pelvis in a heady way; it hurt, but almost felt like she was being fucked, just without the penetration.
He kept up a slow and steady pace.
Smack…. Smack…. Smack…. Smack…. Smack…. Smack….
The only sounds in the room were Hermione's heavy breathing and the echoing clap of skin on skin. Snape kept up the same slow spanking for so long Hermione started to feel drowsy. She hardly knew where she was anymore, her whole focus was the sensation of his hand coming down on her, over and over.
The pressure in her core was steadily building, and she kept inching her legs further apart, striving for more direct contact. Suddenly Severus stopped his rhythmic hits and smoothed his hand over her rosy backside. She moaned at the new sensation. Her bum felt like a sunspot.
Snape grasped the top of her knickers and pulled them up hard, forcing the gusset up tightly into her cleft.
"Oh!" Hemione squeaked out.
Severus resumed his spanking, this time further down on her arse, directly over her pussy.
"Ohmygod." She gasped out in a rush of breath. The fabric of her knickers pulled tight against her with every smack, and if she rolled her hips just right it stimulated her clitoris perfectly. Within thirty seconds she was white knuckling the armrest, and frantically thrusting back against his hand.
"Please sir… I'm.. Oh Gods.. I'm going to come!"
"Yesss… Come for me, Princess." Severus hissed.
He was mesmerized by the rhythmic jiggle of her bright red bum. His hand had long since started to smart, but that wasn't about to stop him. He'd spank her for all of eternity if she kept making those breathy little moans.
"Uhhhhhh Gods, harder!...Please!"
Severus complied with her desperate pleas, picking up the pace and strength of his slaps. If he hadn't already been rigid as steel, that would've done it. He hadn't experienced many things in his lifetime as exquisite as a beautiful witch falling apart atop his lap, begging to be hit harder.
Hermione moaned out stuttered little "unh's" with each strike, getting progressively louder until she suddenly tensed up. Severus smacked her even faster and pushed her over the edge. Her thighs trembled with her release, and she keened into the armrest as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Severus gradually softened his slaps, letting up when she finally stopped twitching against his leg. Now that the orgasmic fog had lifted, her bum really hurt. Ow.
"Come here love," Severus said quietly, and helped guide her up to stand. She felt all stiff when she stood up, and her arse was on fire. And she was sporting a serious wedgie. Hermione ignored all that though, and straddled his lap like he indicated, burying her face in his neck.
Severus tucked her skirt into the waistband and caressed her tender bum gently. Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms tighter around him, nuzzling her nose against his clavicle. His choice of position may have been unwise, she was really grinding his zipper into him.
"How do you feel?" He rumbled into her hair.
"Sore, sir. And bloody amazing." She groaned. Her breath tickled his neck. Severus chuckled.
"Should we go to the bedroom to inspect your knickers?" His deep baritone vibrated through Hermione's chest. Gods, he's sexy.
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, hang on."
Severus took hold of her thighs and stood up, and carried her into the bedroom. Hermione didn't think she'd been carried around since she was a child. There was something oddly thrilling about it. Snape laid her down on the bed and stood between her legs.
"You're wearing entirely too much clothing." He commented, and picked up each of her feet in turn and slipped her shoes off. Next he unzipped the side of her skirt, and Hermione lifted her hips to assist him in pulling it off. Severus leered at the state of her tiny knickers. They were bunched up between her folds and hardly covered her at all. Her soft brown curls peeked out at him from either side of the lace triangle.
"One more thing.. Then we'll find out how well those little knickers held up.." Severus leaned over her and released the front clasp of her bra, and peeled the cups aside to reveal her small pert breasts. Hermione arched her back, offering up her chest to his roving hands. He palmed each breast briefly, tweaking both her nipples until they stood at attention.
"Mmm please, sir!"
Hermione was dying for him to get her knickers off and touch her properly. The orgasm she'd had during the spanking had taken the edge off for a bit, but now that he was taking her clothes off and pawing at her with those nimble fingers of his she was right back to square one. Severus began kissing down the center of her chest, and looked up to her face when he reached her navel.
"Please, what?"
His eyes were liquid pools of black. Hermione whimpered and thrust her hips up against his chest. She wanted to push his head down between her legs and hump his face until her needy clit calmed down. Somehow she didn't think that would go over well.
"Please fuck me, sir, I need you." Hermione pleaded. She gripped the duvet in her fists on either side of her hips to stop herself from grabbing at him. Severus smirked up at her restless face.
"But I haven't finished my inspection yet, princess."
Snape slid further down her pelvis and hooked the thin waistband of her knickers with his thumbs and slowly pulled them down her thighs. Her pussy put up a fight, clinging to the gusset with a copious amount of cream. When it finally pulled free, a few thin strings of lubrication followed, and only snapped when he got halfway down her thighs.
"Good lord, girl, you're going to flood the bed." Severus muttered, and Hermione gave him a little chagrined smile. He pulled the knickers free from her legs and held them up for her to see. They were thoroughly soaked and sticky with her juices.
"Don't worry," Snape reassured her, "I'd be extremely disappointed if they were dry after all of that."
He sunk down between her legs again and eased one finger inside of her gently.
"How's your pussy feeling?" He asked.
"Fine, sir, great actually."
"No more pain?"
"No, none." Hermione shook her head.
"Good." Severus pulled his finger out and came back up to face her. "Open up."
Hermione eyed Snape carefully but opened her mouth for him. He produced her crumpled up knickers and popped them in her mouth, and gently nudged her jaw shut.
"Hold onto those for me, will you?" Severus gave her a gleeful look and slid back down her body.
"Knees to your chest." He instructed. Hermione complied, and he continued, "I don't want a repeat of last time. We're going to make sure you're nice and stretched out and ready for my cock."
Hermione made a muffled noise around the fabric in her mouth. Fuck yes, please touch me!
Severus parted her labia with his thumbs and breathed in her scent. She smelled like fucking heaven. A collection of cream had pooled at her entrance and he scooped it up with a finger and spread it through her folds until she glistened like a glazed pastry.
He slipped his pointer finger inside her and slowly worked it in and out, caressing her walls in a circular motion. She was so soft and warm inside he had to reach down with his other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers to give himself some more room. Severus refused to rush things this time. He cringed whenever he thought about how he'd hurt her over the weekend. He knew it seemed like a strange dichotomy; he loved beating her bum, and had no qualms about leaving bruises on her hips or wrists in the heat of the moment. But he had no desire to injure her unintentionally, and in the fashion he had done.
Severus continued to pump his finger in and out of her pussy, gradually upping the force and speed. Hermione's hips started to buck up against him, trying to force more contact. Snape stood up over her and laid his free arm over her pelvis to keep her still. Hermione groaned and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Are you ready for more?" He asked. Hermione nodded. Severus stalled his fingering,
"Look at me." He demanded.
Hermione opened her eyes. Snape was looming over her, studying her face with his typical intensity. His finger was stilled inside of her.
"Answer me properly."
"Mmph mmph!" She spoke around her underwear gag, nodding eagerly. Severus' lip twitched with a suppressed smile.
"Much better."
He pulled his finger out and then slid another in alongside it, resuming his thrusting and stretching.
"Mmmm!" Hermione tossed her head back against the mattress and fought the urge to jerk her hips up against his arm. He added his thumb to the equation, lightly tapping over her clitoris in time with his fingers. It was just enough stimulation to drive her crazy, but not get her anywhere.
Severus never took his eyes off her face. The man had an uncanny way of making her feel completely exposed with just one glance. And not just because she was literally naked- though that didn't help. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. There wasn't much point in trying to hide anything from him, he'd easily be able to just find it in her head. She supposed that would probably horrify most people- and maybe she should feel the same- but it just felt oddly freeing. She trusted him, and she didn't have any truly devastating secrets. Sure, there were plenty of things that would embarrass the hell out of her, but she was fairly certain he wouldn't judge her. He had a laundry list of misdeeds in his past, she was sure she didn't even know a fraction of them. Plus, they seemed to be on a very similar page sexually.
Suddenly Snape got a wicked gleam in his eye. He leaned in closer so she'd have a harder time avoiding eye contact.
"I knew it.." He drawled, keeping up the steady pace of his fingers. "You have been imagining defiling poor Mr. Byrne's shop… I'll bet you could convince him to let us have a go in the stacks, if we let him watch."
Hermione shook her head vigorously with wide eyes. Her protest was muffled by her knicker-gag.
"Oh yes, I think he would… He'd be a lucky man just to catch a glimpse of your pretty little snatch… But don't worry, I'd show him who it belongs to… Perhaps I'd set us up in a chair by the front doors.. I'd put you on my lap, facing out, and spread your legs wide… Let anyone who comes into the store see just how wet you can get…"
Severus curled his fingers up to stimulate the bundle of nerves on her front wall, and flicked his thumb quickly over her little nub, but kept changing up the rhythm of his strokes. He didn't want her to come yet, but he wanted her right on the edge. Hermione looked up at him pleadingly and babbled incoherently around black lace. Drool was starting to leak out of the corners of her mouth. He had to push down harder on her hips to keep her still.
Snape added a third finger to her pulsing channel, making sure she was sufficiently stretched, and renewed his verbal assault.
"Then I'd slip into your sweet little cunt and fuck you hard, until you screamed my name for all of Hogsmeade to hear… You'd let everyone know who owns this pussy." Severus lifted his arm from her pelvis briefly to pull the crumpled cloth from her mouth and set it aside.
"Say it," he growled, "who does your pussy belong to?"
Hermione reached up one hand to wipe away the saliva that had run down her chin and Snape snatched it up and pinned it next to her head.
"Uhhhhnnn you, sir!" She gasped out.
"Yessss," He hissed, "Say 'my pussy belongs to Severus Snape.'"
Hermione's eyes were burning into his. She was about to lose it.
"My… pussy.. belongs to Severus Snape!" She stuttered out between little gasps. "Please, sir, I'm gonna come!" Severus pulled his hand away and she whimpered with the loss.
"Not yet, love, I want to feel you come on my cock."
Snape reached down and freed himself from his trousers and gave himself a quick squeeze, sighing in relief. He'd been ignoring his erection for far too long, he felt like he could split wood with the damn thing. He straightened his back and pulled Hermione to the edge of the bed, lining himself up with her restless sex.
"Are you ready?" Severus slicked his glands through her folds, teasing her with the tip.
Hermione nodded fervently, "Mmm! Yes, sir- wait!" Severus froze.
"What?"
"Will you take your shirt off? I want to feel you.." She gave him a bashful little smile.
Severus' lip twitched. "I suppose." He leaned back and unbuttoned his dress shirt in record time, quickly divesting of his trousers, shoes, and socks for good measure.
"There," he leaned over Hermione and gave her a quick kiss, pressing his weight against her. "Is that better, princess?"
Hermione groaned at the contact, relishing in the warmth of skin on skin. His slicked length pressed into her belly, leaving a damp smear. She held the back of his head with both hands to keep his face close, and spoke against his mouth,
"Yesss, please fuck me, sir."
Her voice was hot against his lips. Her breathy little sir's were achingly sweet. And the sweeter she got, the more that depraved part of him wanted to defile her.
"Since you asked so nicely.." Severus leaned back again to realign, and started to slide inside of her, inch by inch, torturously slow. They groaned in unison as the head of his cock pushed past her entrance.
"You're going to tell me if you have any pain."
Hermione nodded distractedly, eyelids fluttering. Severus paused his penetration and grabbed her chin to catch her eye.
"I mean it." He warned. The tone of his voice left no room for argument. He slipped in and out of Professor mode like it was nothing, and it made her head spin.
"I will sir, I promise!" Hermione breathed out. She gripped his shoulders and silently pleaded for him to continue. Severus slid his hand from her chin down to cover her neck and rested there gently, without applying pressure. Her eyes flashed with molten heat. Like that, do you? Severus slid his cock the rest of the way home with a grunt.
"Oh gods." Hermione's mouth was agape. Her overly sensitized nerves were singing. Severus fucked her deep and slow, gently coaxing her pleasure to a smoldering inferno. The previous times they'd been together he had thrown her into the deep end, she'd felt as if he were pushing her off of a cliff into climax. But tonight he was taking his time, studying her face as if trying to memorize her reaction to each different sensation. The man had the patience of a bloody Saint. Which was totally at odds with what she had seen of him socially in the past. Though, to be fair, he did pay a certain methodological reverence to his brewing.
Does that make my pussy a cauldron?Hermione thought with a giggle.Oh god, he's fucking me into deliriousness. Severus quirked a brow at her little laugh.
"Everything okay, Miss Granger?"
Hermione smiled and clenched his shoulders harder. "Yes, sir, please fuck me harder."
"Are you sure?" He murmured, "I think I could stay here all night.."
Her warm, clenching channel was fucking Nirvana, washing away the stresses of his daily life. Not to mention strangling the hell out of his cock. But, he'd been steadily ignoring his bollocks for far too long, and he was pretty sure they might explode if he didn't get some relief soon. Severus picked up the pace, snapping his hips hard on the uptake.
"Touch yourself for me." He growled through gritted teeth.
Hermione squeezed a hand between their bodies to stroke her clit. They were pressed together so tightly she could barely move her fingers, but his hips came in with the assist, rhythmically bumping into her hand.
Severus carefully started to apply pressure to her neck, making sure he only pressed on the sides to restrict blood flow, but didn't compress her windpipe. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head.
"Uhhhh yeesss…I'm so close!" She rasped out. Her breath was coming in frantic pants. Snape pounded into her, clenching his thigh muscles hard to hold back his orgasm. He wanted to say something to her to talk her over the edge. But it seemed her pussy was squeezing all of the brain cells right out of him, he couldn't think straight enough to form a proper sentence.
Hermione was dancing on the edge of bliss. The pressure on her carotid sent her head adrift, sending tingles down to the tips of her fingers and toes. The feeling of total helplessness under his grip was extremely arousing, for reasons she was not ready to examine yet.
"Fuck!" Severus growled, "come for me little girl."
Hermione's eyes were squeezed shut; a deep blush spread from her hairline down to her chest. Her breathy little moans built to a crescendo until she finally started to shudder,
"Uhhhhnnn yesss Severus!" Her body trembled wildly underneath him and her pussy clamped down hard, crumbling the last of his self restraint. His release was almost blinding in its intensity. He pulled his hand away from Hermione's neck and buried his face in her disheveled hair, unable to contain a long groan as he emptied himself into her.
They slowly stuttered to a stop, and just laid there for a minute, sweaty and intertwined. Severus breathed in the fresh citrusy scent of her hair and realized then that it was the scent that had been plaguing his dreams. Good Lord, he was not ready to try and decipher that. He pulled his softening prick from her and rolled over,
"Be right back." He murmured and got out of bed. Hermione rolled to her side and watched him pad to the bathroom with a yawn. She was suddenly exhausted and did not fancy making the chilly trek back to Gryffindor Tower.
He came back a moment later with a glass of water and a bottle of lotion. He handed her the water and sat down next to her. Hermione propped up on one elbow and took a few sips, then set the glass aside.
"Thank you." She smiled and laid back down.
"Mm" Severus hummed in response and tapped her thigh, "turn over, I've got some cream for your bum."
Hermione raised her eyebrows with a grin, "Do you?" And rolled onto her belly. Severus snorted and pumped a few blobs of lotion onto each abused cheek. The redness had faded some already and looked a lot better than he'd expected. She hissed when he started to rub the cream into her skin.
Several moments into the massage she broke the silence,
"Sir.. Can I ask you a question?"
"I suppose."
"So.. I feel a bit daft asking, but it's sort of been on my mind lately…"
Snape rolled his eyes at her back. "Spit it out, Granger."
Hermione blushed into her folded arms. "Right, well, I know we talked about me not seeing anyone else- and I don't plan on it- but you never really mentioned if you would be…. Seeing anyone else, that is. Are you?"
Severus just stared blankly at her bum for a moment. He'd been so enthralled with her that he'd- stupidly- not even considered that she might want some reassurance of his fidelity. Though they weren't exactly dating, he'd asked that she not see anyone else and he'd assumed she knew that meant he'd do the same.
"I should have been clearer about it when we spoke of our arrangement.. No, I haven't been seeing anyone else, and I don't plan to, as long as you're around. You're more than enough witch for me." He kissed each cheek of her arse and she sighed.
"Okay. Sorry, I wasn't accusing you of anything.. Just wanted confirmation, I guess."
"That's understandable. Come here."
Hermione scooched up onto her knees and pivoted to face him. He held his arms out and she climbed into his lap. He cupped her cheek and brought his face to hers, kissing her softly.
"How are you doing? Any pain?" He asked, cupping her mound.
"No sir, besides my arse." She reassured, and kissed him with renewed vigor.
"Unfortunately," he said between kisses, "I must return you to your tower. It's half twelve."
"Already? Damn, I hope Filch isn't out."
"I'll make sure you get back unseen, go on and get dressed." He patted her bum and she reluctantly slid off his lap and stood up. There was a smear of white on his thigh where her pussy had rested. Snape smirked down at it and then up at her.
"I think you've sprung a leak." He teased. Hermione blushed and began gathering her clothes from the floor. She eyed her crumpled knickers on the bed but decided against it. She didn't think Snape would let her get away with drying them with her wand.
"I just need the loo, then I'll be ready." She said and headed for the bathroom.
Her hair wasn't as bad as she'd expected. It was a bit disheveled, but it wasn't knotted like crazy and she was able to pat it down with a bit of water from the taps. She pulled on her skirt, shoes, and bra; the rest of her clothes were still out in the classroom.
When she entered the bedroom again Snape was fully dressed, teaching robes and all.
"Going somewhere?" She asked, eyeing him curiously.
"I said I'd get you back to your dorm, didn't I?"
"Oh," she smiled, "I just need the rest of my clothes from the other room."
Severus followed her out into the classroom and watched her pull on her shirt and robes. She grabbed the book he'd bought for her from his desk and faced him,
"Okay. Ready."
Snape held out his arm to her. "I still have certain privileges from having been Headmaster… I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to anyone.." Hermione took his arm, confused. "Hang on." He said, and she was suddenly jerked away by side-along apparition. Her stomach jolted in protest as they traveled. The weird squeezing feeling had never really gotten better for her, and side-along was much worse.
They appeared in an alcove behind a tapestry down the hallway from the Fat Lady with a quiet pop. Hermione took a few deep breaths through her nose to calm the nausea.
"You could've warned me!" She whispered. He gave her a devilish smirk and cast a quick muffliato.
"What would be the fun in that?"
"And why haven't we been doing this every time??" She asked, loosening her grip on his arm. He shrugged.
"It's much easier to explain you being caught walking the halls after curfew than it is to explain me escorting you to your dorm in the middle of the night. These walls have eyes, you know"
"I suppose.."
"Goodnight, Miss Granger." He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll see you in class tomorrow. Don't even think about showing up with knickers on." Hermione nodded.
"Goodnight, sir." She peeked around the edge of the tapestry and saw an empty hallway. She quickly ran to the portrait entrance and whispered the password.
"Out late again, young lady? People are going to talk, you know." The Fat Lady sniffed.
"Yes, yes, just let me in please!" She insisted. The painted woman rolled her eyes and the door swung open. Hermione crept in through the common room to her dorm and let out a sigh of relief to have made it back uncaught. But when she opened the door to her room she was met with a determined looking Ginny sitting on her bed, Marauder's Map open in her lap.
"Hermione Granger, you better start talking!"
A/N: The passage in the book Hermione reads is actually from said book, "Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure" by John Cleland and I take absolutely no credit for it! :)