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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger_&_Severus_Snape, Hermione_Granger/Fred_Weasley, Hermione
      Granger/Neville_Longbottom
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Severus_Snape, Fred_Weasley, Ronald_Weasley, Harry
      Potter, Minerva_McGonagall
  Additional Tags:
      First_part_is_Fred/Hermion, Second_part_is_severus/hermion, they_can_be
      read_as_standalones, Neville_rapes_hermione
  Series:
      Part 2 of Dancing_Equations
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-08 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 7940
****** Simmering Potions ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Can Fred get Hermione back, after their blowout last year? And why is
     Snape suddenly treating Hermione better, are we missing out on
     something?
***** Chapter 1 *****
Severus looking the mirror, another year, another day. Well, at least he wasn't
stuck at home anymore. Severus had suddenly found something he loathed more
than potter - blind dates. These foul events had been forced upon him during
the summer by the woman of the Malfoy house, Narcissa. She had forcibly taken
him to over 17 dates in off months during school. She took it as her job of
finding him a 'mate' as she called it so far that she even brought in a muggle
girl if only to humor him. He enjoyed the slow decline of Voldemort's power, it
allowed more freedom. It wasn't that they didn't like those girls, or that they
didn't like him for that matter, it was more a case of he didn't enjoy them.
They were beautiful, wealthy, some even dangerous, but they weren't
intellectual, or interested in the workings of magic, merely its outcomes.
It was a let down, and as if his love life wasn't enough of a bother, he had
newts to busy himself with. And the godforsaken valentines day, wherein some
one would prank him, or worse, were he would let himself drown his pity in
wine, and let himself go with some woman that disgusted him when he awoke. He
glided into the cafeteria already filled with cherubs, and naked butts of ugly
babies. He took a seat near the end, irritably avoiding a run in with any
abnormally 'happy' cherubs. He scowled as he looked up, and saw Gryffindor's
section directly in front of him. He immediately began to rise to and switch to
another a seat. But his attention was caught by a cherub, a very bright red
cherubs, coming directly at his chest. He quickly put his head down low,
letting it zoom past him into the space behind him. The cherub merely turned
around, and then floated close to his face. Severus looked around rigidly, his
peripherals catching sight of Hermione, a beautiful bright red, and looking at
her shoes intensely. He shifted his attention back to the hideous baby in front
him, Surely Hermione did not send this! It would reveal her name! He quickly
changed his expression to that a utter loathing much worse than anything he'd
ever reserved for Harry Potter. The Cherub batted its eye lashes, winked, and
then laid the parchment on his plate.
He flinched as Minerva elbowed him, you have such nerve you old hag, "Open it
Severus!" He looked at her, and roughly said, "No." Minerva looked at him with
a furious expression, and then smiled. Severus raised an eyebrow confused until
he heard a faint ripping sound from his other side. He swiveled looking over,
and then down, realizing Flitwick had snatched it too late to stop him. Severus
simply stomped on his left foot several times with his right in order to keep
himself from banging his head into the nearest wall or table. The letter took
no mercy, and began crisply, and rang through out the halls.
"Dearest Snapey,
How'd you like to be my Baby"
Why Hermione Why would you write this?
"to cuddle and wuddle"
This doesn't sound very much like Hermione.
"and buy me flowers,"
Who the hell?
"And if this pleases you go, and visit Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes you
dastardly teacher you."
Snape looked up in disgust at the letter, as it spoke the last line, " Love
Fred and George," the entire student body burst into laughter. He merely rolled
his eyes at the stupidity, and then glared at Gryffindor, taking special care
to glare at Hermione, who was sitting next to the Ron. Her head was down,
laughing he assumed, resting on a piece of parchment. He felt a fury come over
him, how dare she make fun of him! He was a professor! He wordlessly mouthed
accio parchment, his lips barely touching. He watched as it flew at him, his
face looking down at her furiously, as though some one from the table had
thrown it towards him. He let it hit him with a loud thump, that echoed as the
room quieted waiting on his thunderous response. He merely crumpled the
parchment in his hand, stood swiftly, and continued his pace out the door,
making sure to stand as if he could kill at any moment.
As he walked into his dorms he read the parchment quickly,
"FRED! GEORGE!
How could you! He hasn't done anything, and after all last year you haven't
learned anything! Snape is a halfway decent person so LEAVE him be! Also I am
so indescribably mad that you sent him SOMETHING, and not ME!
loathe,
Hermione"
Snape let a small smirk grace his face, and slid the parchment deep into the
recesses of his cloak, he had NEWTS to prepare for. And it didn't hurt that
after everything that had happened last year Hermione still stood up for him.
Maybe he would do her a favor sometime, make her a batch of beauty potions, or
poisons for those weasley boys.
++
"That was bloody brilliant Hermione!" Ron laughed as he shoved a large sweet
breakfast treat into his mouth. Harry has a strange face between disgust, and
laughter as he watched Ron eat. Hermione rolled her eyes, becoming irritable,
"Really Ron, IT'S ME! Hermione! I didn't do it!" Her arms were flailing wildly
as she spoke and her books were levatating beside her as she couldn't stand to
carry them all in such a distraught state. They were walking through the halls
discussing the morning's pranks when she stopped with a sudden soft grunt,
falling backwards after running into someone.
Hermione squeaked a bit, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking, I didn't mean to run
into yo-," as she looked up her voice suddenly became lost. She was staring
directly into Severus Snapes eyes, her body still awkwardly rubbing against his
own, as she was still leaning on him slightly for balance. She tried to back up
her concentration now broken her book's lay strewn across the floor.
"Hello, Mrs. granger, just the student I was wishing to see, " His voice
dripping with a unforgiving tone of cruelty. Snape had his hawk like eyes on
her left ring finger, the gaudy jewel that was attached made his stomach curl
with distaste. He has absolutely no class, she deserves something original, how
can the creator of Wizards Wizarding Wheazes not have been creative enough to
get her a decent ring. He pushed Hermione back onto her feet with less venom
than he normally would have used, and then returned his glare to the boys,
"Leave, can't you tell when your not wanted?" He made sure to draw out the last
words.
Snape turned his back as Harry glowered, and Ron stomped off mouthing "scream
if he rapes you." Hermione rolled her eyes. Snape paid them no more attention,
he gingerly pulled a nicely, uncrumpled crisp piece of parchment out of his
cloak (He had charmed it that way of coruse). He had only crumpled it for show
in the beginning anyways.
"I believe this is your letter." He held it out for her to grasp. Hermione
began to stutter, and was shushed as he whispered, "Mrs. Granger, please learn
when to shut your mouth, and accept what you are offered." He reached out and
held her hand open, placing the parchment with in it. He let go with out a
second thought letting her arms drop. "Thank you, Mrs. Granger."
Hermione simply stared after him as he left, what have you done with my
professor?
Hermione made sure to sit directly in front of Snape. Maybe he had poison in
his system or maybe he was in shock about the Valentine Card. Maybe it was just
something she herself just imagined, but it couldn't be seeing as Harry, and
Ron both remembered it also. She shook her head. Something was wrong with him,
and she was scared, but she was need she had to find out. The lesson was a
simple review over mixing potions something every first year learns. Seeing as
it was their seventh year, she had most definitely mastered this skill. She let
the class answer a few questions, before becoming bored, and proceeded to
answer them all to get them out of the way. Of course Snape occasionally
insulted her intelligence, and murmured profanities towards her, but she didn't
slow one bit. He finally quit after nearly 52 questions, a new high for this
know-it-all game they played. She let him finish talking, and waited until
study time.
Hermione laid her head softly on the desk, I wont fall asleep, I'll just lay my
head here until class is over.
++
Severus finished grading his papers, and flicked his wand loosely, erasing the
chalkboard. He enjoyed his prep hour. He got two, and that was great. At least
for him. The more he sat here, the more relaxed he felt. The less stressed he
was, and the looser his restrictions became. That ring...had been on Hermione's
finger...was she wearing it as jewelry, or because it was … a gift.
Particularly a Weasley gift... He sat with his knee crossed and his hands
behind his head. He leaned back, eyes closed, relaxing and thinking. He opened
his eyes, proceeding to make an erratic moment out of shock and surprise that
caused him to awkwardly hit his knees on the desk, and trip over his chair. He
yelled in pain and surprise, caught off guard.
"MS. GRANGER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" His voice quivered slightly, losing the
normally cruel, and sarcastic tone it held normally.
Hermione looked around like a dying rabbit. She turned around to face him head
on, her back now mere feet from the closed door. She broke into frantic
babbling.
"I swear to god I wasn't sneaking or anything!" Hermione whimpered the force of
his yell frightening her.
"I, Ms. Granger!" She shuddered slightly, as his tone viscously increased.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in my BLOODY ROOM?"
She winced, " I swear I'm not lying, I feel asleep, and I guess I just didn't
wake up! And then when I did well, I saw you busy working, and I tried to sneak
out with out grabbing your attention, so I could avoid this whole mess. But I
didn't and here we are, and I'M SO SORRY! SIR!"
Severus walked towards her, and she took two very small steps backwards, and
hit a desk. He cracked a crooked smile, which oddly enough made a blush rise in
her cheeks.
"Mrs. Granger, I do not feel like stating your stupidity again for you, so will
you please remove yourself from my presence?" He looked at her, almost
incredulously. Turned, and then turned back towards her once more, " How does
one so perfect, fall asleep in class, and then not even have the intelligence
to leave before getting caught?"
Hermione blushed, and turned a bright pink, still crushed close to the small
desk behind her. "Those two IDIOTS left me here, THEY PROMISED TO WAKE ME UP!
Those stupid, stupid boys!"
Severus let his guard down, slightly relaxed at the thought of agreement on the
subject. He sat on a nearby desk.
Hermione looked at him, and then looked away, He looks so comfortable...Almost
normal. Friendly...
Severus had no idea why he let his guard down so quick, but it just happened.
He felt guilt tugging at him slightly for advancing on her like some kind of a
beast. What was he anymore, taking his anger out on students. He looked up at
her, catching her staring gaze. He suddenly wanted to be casually he felt
completely restricted, and off kilter. But he was not going to give up his one
chance to turn Granger on her fellow friends. His...Enemies. He flicked his
wand, letting the cloak unbutton itself, and hang lightly upon a nearby chair.
Hermione coughed awkwardly, as the print emblazoned on his t-shirt became
apparent, Hopeless Hearts Club. Severus cringed as soon as he had muttered the
spell, remember his wardrobe choice. Hermione laughed, he looked up irritably,
making her stop. She cleared her throat, " Surely with your salary you could
find a much nicer, and less criticized service..."
Severus shrugged avoiding the conversation, and cursing silently but not
bothering to put the coat back on. This way he was more comfortable, black
jeans and black t-shirt.
"That doesn't affect me, there aren't any services that offer you a partner,
who has the ability to be pretty and intelligent. Or well any that do not have
issues with, less than perfects pasts." His eyes stared blatantly at the floor.
Frustrated that he was giving up this information to try and hook her in.
She sighed, and lightly walked over to him, the tips of her feet in his down
cast view. He felt he warmth as she sat slightly askew to his position. She
looked at him and then laughed a small laugh, empty and cold, "Because they all
got jobs, and couldn't find a man to match their intellect." She stared at him
with unsheilded concern, They're not like me. They can't see the good in you.
Severus' head snapped up as he simply heard Hermione's thought, damn legimecy
is beginning to happen with out me even trying. He quickly shook his head and
sarcastically quipped, "I guess you think your one of those girls. Well, good
luck with that Mrs. Granger. You can leave."
He nearly leapt up, and grabbed his coat, I did not just hear that thought, I
couldn't have! He turned his back a small smirk on his face, " I'll tell your
teacher your late, and I held you up, for some punishment." Hermione huffed
loudly behind him, but contained her irritable attitude, "Thank you...Sir."
As she reached the door, Severus quietly spoke, his back still turned, " How
does Saturday at eight sound? Relieve you of those pesks for the time being. Do
owl me when you come down."
Hermione nodded once, and ran out the door, afraid of what had just happened.
She entered the halls shocked, had he heard her? She had been thinking how much
she did not want to be with the boys. But how could he have known that she was
fantasizing about spending it with him Instead? Maybe somethings would take
place with that Fred just couldn't seem to take care of for her. She inwardly
laughed at her fantasies. She entered a corridor to see a Weasley with his back
towards her. She instantly became infuriated.
"I SHOULD KILL YOU!"
Hermione gasped as the boy turned around, not met with Ron, but Fred.
"Oh my god! Fred where have you Been!" She scowled, "And why didn't I get a
present at valentines day!"
Fred just laughed and swept her up gently, " Love, I must talk to you!"
She giggled calming down. "What?"
He grinned goofily, "I joined the Order of the Phoenix!"
She looked at him happily as he set her down, " Thats so great baby!"
"I know it!" He was grinning widely. And then he stopped. Suddenly calmer.
" Hermione over the summer I met some one... And I just...I'm sorry, I don't
wanna be together any more, I'll just hurt you."
Hermione stood there dazed, before her anger surfurced, and then began her calm
began to break, " I HATE YOU, YOU USELESS, WORTHLESS, FULL OF SHIT IDIOT. I
HOPE YOU FUCKING ROT IN HELL."
She grabbed her ring, ripping it off her finger, and chucked it at him, letting
the sound of the clanging sound loudly in the hall. Hermione lifted a hand to
slap him, but gasped as another grasped hers. She didn't even turn around she
didn't care, she stared into Fred's eyes, and he stared back. She started to
cry, as she saw the empty look in his eye. She wanted to fall to the floor, she
had so many emotion's running through her head. She had barely in looked at
another man. She knew they had been distant but she had put it up to the
distance and the time she had used studying instead of cooing over Fred. She
couldn't believe, how he could just find someone when they had so much history.
Hermione felt the hand on her loosen, and she nearly cried out in surprise at
who she saw- Snape. He took two steps toward Fred, and glared him down, " You
leave these grounds now. How dare you treat a woman like she should be traded.
Especially you, a hand me down, Weasley." Fred looked away from her, and then
to Snape. He crinkled his nose in disgust and walked off, his footsteps
resonating in the emptied halls.
Severus waited until he knew that Fred was gone. And turned back to Hermione. "
Please return to your dormitory, Hermione. I'm very sorry about your
situation."
She looked at him, her eyes tearing up. He looked back at her, sighing,
beforewalked into the shadows. He had no idea what to say to soothe her, his
presense would have only made her more confused he convinced himself.
++
Severus woke up to a cooing, barn owl resting on his stomach.
"Well, Hello." He gently untied the message on its foot, and then patted it.
The bird cooed and then left. Severus hastily opened the message.
"Severus,
We need to speak
McGonagall"
He irritably removed his covers, and walked into his shower, how does this
woman find out these things!
++
Hermione hadn't went back to her common room. In fact, she'd went straight to
McGonagall, who had nodded and gasped in all the right places. Hermione sat
there cloak discarded in a pink tank, and black skirt.
"Dear, the best thing for you right now is to go to sleep, and block him out.
Is there anything you have going today?" McGonagall sat at her desk, wearing a
night gown of lace, and silk, a distressed look upon her features. Hermione
nodded thinking of her 'date' with Snape tonight. McGonagall smiled, " then
simply concentrate on that, and forget about that wretched boy."
"And Hermione, try to stay out of trouble with professors."
Hermione's eyes widened, "what – what do you mean?"
McGonagall smiled, " We don't need another Lockhart incident!"
Hermione smiled, in relief, and because it was humorous. " Of course
Professor."
She stood slowly, and proceeded to leave, "Thank you."
Hermione eyes widened as she started to open the door, watching the fire grow
rapidly near her. She gasped as a man stepped out of the flames, loosely clad,
shirt held loosely in his hand, as if he had been summonded immediately from
his slumberd, and silky pajama pants that barely stayed on his hips. She
blushed as soon as she realized it was Snape. And quickly ran out the door,
embarrassed, and suddenly extremely turned on.
++
Severus woke up with a pounding headache. He felt like his entire intestines
had exploded on the floor, and then, possibly that both his lungs had
collapsed. He laid there for several minutes before grabbing his sweaty cock,
and beating it furiously, images of scantily clad skirted Hermione bent over
his desk going through his mind at warp speed. He groaned as he came, the
sticky substance spurted out, long over due, and long needed.
He rolled out of bed, and walked into his shower, he turned on the water, and
stood there. Why did I invite her over here tonight? Why? Am I that desperate?
He sighed, he knew sadly it wasn't that at all, he just really liked her. He
walked out dripping, and proceeded to towel off.
++
Hermione had cried continuously since she left McGonagall's office, and Ginny
had comforted her, " My Brother is a nasty rotten filth bag, i'll kill him when
we get home!" Hermione nodded, appreciating the thought, but she still felt
like it was kinda of her fault. She glanced at her memorized schedule to help
clear her mind. She groaned first hour NEWTS. Potions to be exact. She thanked
Ginny as she left, and began her trek to down to the breakfast hall. She
stopped short however as she passed the Owlery. She looked around, and then
scrawled a few ancient runes across a small piece of parchment. She quickly
chose an owl, and set it off. She smiled slightly, her tear stained face
lightened considerably. This would prove if he was smart enough to be worth any
effort. An encrypted message, what's more romantic?
++
Severus stared at the ceiling contemplating the rest of his day, his mussed up
hair tickling his nose slightly. It was six in the morning and he couldn't
sleep, he felt dirty, and a hour in the shower, attempting to burn off his
desire for Hermione did nothing but conjure up another erection for him to
finish off.
He jumped as owl flew in his window, on a gust of wind. He snatched up the
message, and read it quickly. The runes were as common as English to him. He
smirked, letting himself feel good, this was clear message with clear
implications, she was into him. Severus grinned as a bulb went off in his head,
she must be headed to the Great Hall. Happily he dawned his darkest emerald
robe, and sealed the many buttons with a flick of the wrist.
He tried not to smirk as he entered, and took his place near Minerva.
"Hello." He said quaintly.
She nodded, and seemed to be an odd color. He looked out across the room, and
let his eyes fall casually upon Hermione pouring over a book. He rolled his
eyes, as he realized what it was – a rule book.
He sat there a few moments before he felt a nudge in his ribs. He looked over
then down, " Hello Flitwick."
The overly happy midget looked frighteningly happy. He waved good morning,
"I've never seen a student ever study a rule book unless there looking for a
loophole about something illegal." Flitwick grinned at him.
Severus shook his head, "I'm afraid those days are over for me Flitwick."
He looked back, caught off guard as Hermione gazed back at him. She smiled and
then returned to her pages. He was surprised however to see Longbottom stomp,
in and slam down his books loudly in front of her.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     warning: rape, non con
She looked at Neville surprised, jumping a little as he sat down in front of
her.
"This is such bullshit." She leaned in towards him concerned, "What's the
matter can I help?"
Neville looked up angrily. "Can you help? I'm sure you can. Since you know
everything – I can't get this potions homework right. It's just bullshit."
Hermione crinkled her nose, his words hurting her feelings slightly. She didn't
even wonder why, lately any insult towards the potion master rubbed her the
wrong way. "Well, here lets go find a room, and I'll help you before class."
His face lightened slightly, "Really? Oh, 'mione you're the best."
Hermione cringed a little, his eyes trailing along her shirt line, What is his
deal today?  It's like he's stalking his prey. God boyds and their fucking
hormones. They got up slowly, and as they began walking through the doors, he
lightly put his arm behind her, touching her waist ever so lightly. She pulled
away a little uncomfortable with the contact in such a public area. He grabbed
her harder forcing their bodies together.
Severus bit his lip, fighting his anger silently, his blood pressure
rising, How dare he touch her. He's not even worthy of her company, the
ignorant bastard. 
He looked to Minerva, "I forgot to finish cutting the potions ingredients, I
hope you can survive breakfast with out me."
Flitwick merely smiled at him, making him even more uncomfortable. He got up
quickly, letting his chair quickly slide itself back under the table.
Hermione could feel the blush creeping up her neck. Neville was so much
stronger now, she could feel the intensity of his touch through her sweater.
She slipped a little as the took a sudden left turn, he deftly moved her
according to his own liking. She gulped nervously, her back against the wall.
Neville was staring at her greedily. His hands beginning to move towards as his
body seemed to fall onto her own covering every inch of her.
"NEVILLE! What are you –?" He clamped his hand over her mouth, and moved his
lips close to her neck, breathing on it softly, causing her knees to buckle.
Her body was responding to his seduction, while her hands beat vigorously
against his chest. She kept trying to scream but he already silenced her with a
quick spell. He kept his hand on her mouth keeping her teeth from being used.
He sneered at her, and she felt a deep fear. No one is going to hear me.
"Hermione, you may have noticed. I'm not little, helpless Neville anymore. I'm
strong, I'm fit, I'm attractive, and you don't even look at me. And that's
about to change, 'mione. Real quick."
He lowered his free hand to her breast, grabbing it roughly, causing her to cry
out silently against his hand. Neville moved his lips along her collarbone,
popping the buttons along her v-neck easily. He reached in grasping her breast
firmly, and placing it in his mouth. She stopped fighting, her body shaking
from the fear of being attacked and the estacsy she felt as he pleasured her.
She was completely overdue to be touched but not here, not by him, and not in a
place where any one could find them. He kept sucking harder, not caring about
her cries, trying thier damndest to slip through his fingers. He kept her
nipple in his mouth licking and sucking, his hand now underneath her cloak and
shirt, pushing her against the wall, feeling her stomach, and breasts quickly,
and harshly. He pinched her nipple grinning as she tried groan in pain. She
could feel him through his pants as rutted against her.
His fingers stopped at her waist, and her eyes widened. She began to hit his
furiously, he smiled provocatively, shaking his finger, "nu-uh, no hands for
you, or yelling for that matter." Hermione felt her arms go limp, hanging
loosely at her sides, and her mouth was silent. She had no idea what spell he
had used on her. He picked her up easily, looking around, moving farther into
the recesses of hall. He turned her around, holding her hands behind her, and
bent her over. He slide his hand underneath her skirt, and let out a shuddering
thrust against her butt. "No panties, 'mione? You're a very bad girl." She
shook against him, and he rubbed himself against her, his groin hard, and big.
Hermione couldn't imagine how large he must be.
He slide his fingers against her pussy, letting his fingers get slick," 'mione,
your so wet. You must like it." He slid his fingers into her harshly, causing
her mouth to form a scream. He pulled her skirt up, unbuckling his belt, and
trousers quickly, his penis fell out on to her, and she jerked, feelings its
weight on her ass. He rubbed himself slowly, "I'm eleven inches 'mione, and I
fucking hope you're a virgin, bitch." He placed his penis at her anus causing
her to flinch up, he laughed before moving it down into her cunt. He grasped
her waist, "Ready you god forsaken know it all bitch?" He pulled back, and
slammed into her – hard. She could feel herself widening to fit him. She
couldn't breathe, and he only pushed harder, now both of his hands were grasped
on her breasts, as he nailed her his own words ringing loudly in her head,
"SHIT. You feel like a schoolgirl virgin, I've never nailed a ass like yours,
you fucking bitch." He grunted loudly as he finished inside her, letting her
fall to the floor.
He smirked as he removed the spells, "Guess what I learned today 'mione. Semi
amnesia spells. So You'll remember we had a moment, but not what I did to you,
until I die. How's that for life being a bitch."
Hermione woke up in the infirmary, with both Minerva, and Severus at the end of
her bed. Minerva spoke first, "Hermione, Do you know where you are?"
She nodded, "Yes."
Minerva sighed, "Alright, that's good. Do you remember what you did this
morning?"
Hermione tried to think, I just remember writing the letter… "Yes, woke up, did
my chores, things like that."
Severus looked at Minerva nervously, "She's being extremely vague, that's a
sign. You know that right?"
"Hermione, something happened to you early. You were found by Severus Snape
this morning, in the hallway, he said your clothes were slightly torn, and that
you were laying in a crumpled mess on the ground. Your telling me you don't
remember any of that?"
Hermione looked at them, "What?"
Minerva motioned for Severus to leave, and he nodded walking away silently, his
gaze lingering on her as he left. "Hermione," she walked to her bedside, "We
believe you were assaulted, and sexual taken advantage of."
"WHAT? Professor, what are you talking about?" Hermione's eyes were wide with
fear, her nerves suddenly shot. She suddenly felt the soreness in her lower
region, hot tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's going to be alright, We want you to take the day off, and stay in your
room. While we look for whoever is responsible. Severus has taken an Interest,
and will personally be looking into the case, alright?"
Hermione nodded dumbly, "Okay…"
"Just don't go anywhere without a friend, okay?" She patted hermione's hand,
before getting up. "I have classes to get to. So I must continue on. Take care
now, but if you need anything you call me by owl, by the floo, anything. And I
will be there."
Hermione waited a few hours, before braving the walk back to her room. She
refused to believe that someone had gotten the best of her. She gladly slept
until night was upon her, but her dreams were filled with a faceless boy
following her every move. She didn't smile until she woke finally remembering
her plans for the evening. Hermione looked in the mirror, dawning her only
evening gown, and quickly sending a barn owl through her window.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Severus smiled as he looked at his room, a wine bottle, and a crystal glasses.
A dinner set was laid out for two, and the fireplace was crackling. His black
sphinx was staring at him from the doorway to his room. He wasn't even sure she
remembered, or would want to after her horrible day. He was almost positive
that she had been assaulted by Neville and he was only waiting for the samples
in the medical facility to prove him correct. He glanced out the window, he
could see the barn owls calling out to one another. A soft carmel owl landed on
the window sill, and he walked over, his dark crimson robe fluttering slightly.
He unraveled the scroll, and closed the windows.
"Professor, I'm not sure what to say, but im coming down now. -Hermione"
Severus smiled, he was almost expecting a excuse, or an essay. He was anxious,
he felt his groin tighten as he looked at his perfectly made bed in the next
room, he wanted to mess it up so bad. Lay her down, smell her hair, massage her
tense muscles, lick her engorged – he jumped as someone knocked at the door. He
looked down his crotch now swollen in his pants. He suddenly felt dumb, why had
he worn formal, what an idiot! He walked up, " yes?"
He heard Hermione near the door, "Sir?"
Did he dare answer?
He stepped forward and opened the door. He paused and cleared his throat, "This
way Ms. granger." As she walked in he took in the full sight, and felt him self
grow hard at the sight of her. He dress was a dark emerald, he hair was pulled
up into a goldren baret, still frizzy but calmed slightly, and she was wearing
almost stilletoes. He gawked momentarily, before sheepishly saying, " You dress
up nicely especially in green."
She smiled, "Likewise, you look handsome in red."
He almost blushed, but then frowned instead, "Its crimson Ms. Granger I'm not
sure I could ever wear red and gold. They're Gryffindor colors, remember."
She laughed lightly and took a step forward, uncermoniously tipping forward as
her heel wobbled on the edge of the stone floor. Hermione fell forward, and he
graceully stepped forward to caught her. She was in his arms awkardly, but her
face was close to his. She took a breath, Should I try to kiss him?
"Are you okay Mrs. Granger?" He said, an uncharacteristic concern interjecting
into his gruff tone.
She laughed meekly, and then jumped back letting him hold air. He let his arms
drop, " Shall we?"
She nodded, and he continued, " Follow me." He started to walk but turned
around. "Maybe you should take my arm, if it would make you feel safer."
She blushed, "We're are we going to?"
He smiled and rounded a corner, " My personal slice of hell." He smiled and she
laughed, as she looked around his rooms.
"AH!" She said energetically as she saw wine.
He frowned, " How old are you?"
She smiled flirtatiously. "Old enough to not be jail bait, professor!"
"Ah, good. As you can see I ordered wine." He lead her to her seat, and she sat
modestly crossing her legs innocently.
He continued, " So what would you like to do or talk about?"
Hermione blushed thinking,I want in your pants you damn fool. "If you want, I'd
love to hear your stories!"
He smiled, a real smile, and once again she felt dizzy, but more controlled.
She'd never seen him smile before this.
++
"And then Ron said, 'She's a he!"
Severus was rolling and Hermione couldn't even hold her glass. He looked at her
happily, "I think I'm drunk!"
Hermione grinned, her dresses' shoulder strap dangerously close to falling off.
"Your sexy when your drunk." She giggled.
He rose abruptly, his happy go lucky demeanor suddenly shut off, " Mrs.
granger, do you have a fireplace in your room?"
She smiled, "I'm a perfect, so of course."
Severus smirked, yes you are, "Well I'll floo you back then."
Hermione frowned, " You can't do that!"
He poked at her now, " Why, because your History of Hogwarts book says so?"
"YES!"
He laughed, "It says not outside, but inside yes..." He sat down his glass, "
You need to go."
Hermione got up, unsteady on her feet, and walked over to him. Pushing him back
down into the chair. And sat gingerly in his lap, and held his hand.
"Ms. Granger your not using your best judgement." He said it, not with any real
force, or meaning behind it, he wanted her. No doubt. The wine was in fact not
helping the process, he thought irritably.
Hermione twirled a piece of his hair in her hand. She bent over enough to show
him a glimpse down her dress, showing her skimpily held breasts, and lacy black
underwear. He wanted to suckle on her breasts so bad, and his crotch was on
fire now. His desire was rising steadily.
He forced his eyes upward, "Please go I'm drunk, I dont know what i'm doing.
Leave me?" He paused as she began to pout, "You were attacked this morning Ms.
Granger, you're not in any shape for this."
Hermione pouted but got up letting him floo her back. She stepped through and
blew a kiss. After she left. He made a grabbing motion. He sighed his heart
slightly heavy, and his croth wet.
++
Hermione woke up relaxed, she sat there remembering the night. She cringed at
the thought of showing him her body by letting him see down her dress, what
kind of examply was she setting? She felt depressed, I now vow to never drink
wine again. She grabbed a pair of jeans with redesams, and as she passed the
closet pulled out a black tee shirt with "I'm your posion" on it. Ron had
bought it for he birthday, and she treasured it. She loved how he gave when he
had nothing. She sighed too bad, he wasn't interested... She slid into her
flip-flops that lay by the door. And walked out with out looking back.
Severus stared at the ceiling, his stomach hurting. The 'what ifs' hurt his
brain. What if she tells a collegue, or thinks i'm a rapist, or a pervert. Or
worse. What if she didn't forgive me? He got dressed and walked out of the
dungeons. Breakfast had never appealed so much. The wine he had on his stomach
was sickening. He waved his wand, fixing his bed, before leaving.
He knew his hair was untidy, and unfixed, and didn't care. He walked through
the empty dungeons his side hitting the wall every so often. His eyes barely
focused on the floor. It didn't matter, not now, no when he had to have a
decent explaination. He couldn't say well, I wanted in your pants, so I invited
you to get drunk at my personal rooms.
***** Chapter 4 *****
As Hermione walked in the hall way, she could hear a hollow thumping noise from
within the dungeon. She crept towards the sound and the entrance, anxiously
approaching. She heard it coming towards the entrance. Hermione hid by the
wall, she had no idea what was coming toward her. She saw its outline hunched
over, hitting the walls every so often. She hastily counted to three before
leaping at it. She let out a gasp as it rolled putting her on bottom a black
cloth covered her face, as they wrestled, the cloak covering her eyes. She
couldn't even move.
Severus had no idea what was happening it was to dark to see. All he knew was
he was being atacked. He grabbed on of the persons wrists holding it down. He
tried furiously to catch the other, he let himself become dead weight, knocking
their breath out easily. He was surprised to feel breasts rubbing up against
his chest. He cautiously released one hand, and it lay limp beside the person.
The attacker knew they had no chance. He used his free hand to remove the cloak
that was laying over them. He cringed at the sight of Hermione below him. He
was centimeters away from her panting lips.
Momentarily he fought the impulse to jump up. She looked at him and then lifted
her head, grasping for his lips with her own. He followed her head as she let
it lay against the floor again. He didn't stop, he just tilted his head to
match hers. His eyes flew open, as he soon realised this is exactly what he was
trying not to do, or atleast apologize for. He hastily got up scrambling,
apologizing. He almost sprinited as he fled the scene.
Hermione sat there fazed. That was the best kiss I have ever had. She got up
and adjusted her clothes quickly. She walked into the main hall surprised to
see only Severus, and Dumbledore sitting there. She noticed Severus wouldn't
even look at her, while Dumbledore smiled unaware, and waved energetically. She
returned the favor, then sat down, and began to do her make up. She fixed her
hair, and lipstick. She glanced up, catching severus' gaze, and laughed to
herself. He had lip stick smeared visably across his face. She took a deep
breathe, and got up walking towards him. His face was wide eyed, and scared.
As she reached the table she motioned for him to get closer. He did so, with
out any expression. She got a close as she could and whispered, "My Room now."
he looked shocked. she continued smirking before adding casually, "and you have
lipstick all over you face." He went a deep scarlet, before excusing himself.
Hermione smiled, some men never learn.
Severus scrubbed his face,How do I get into these situations! He brushed his
hair roughly,I'll go in, but then i'll apologize and leave, before she can stop
me. God I hope she's not hurt. God I hope she's not warm...and tingling with
desire. Damn, I hope she's laying on that bed naked...fuck. Im such a perv...
He dawned his official black robes, and started the floo, "Hermione Granger,
Prefect". He walked through the flames and into the room. He looked around
confused at the emptiness, he immediately questioned if he was late, or rather
early.
"Mrs. Granger?" His voice lingered in the air.
His entire stance stiffened as he saw not Hermione, but Ginny Weasley emerge
from the adjacent restroom. He glared at her out of habit.
Hermione called from with in the bathroom, "Oh Sorry! I didn't think you'd
actually be here on time! One second please..." He could hear her moving around
in the bathroom, slowly, taking her time. He nearly growled in exasperation at
both the stupidity of the situation, and the fact that thinking of Hermione in
the bathroom, was sending shockwaves to his already throbbing cock, causeing
him to be on edge.
He rolled his eyes, and turned to walk out the door, he stopped hastily, Ginny
blocking the grinned devilishly at him, her red hair, reminding him of a
resemblance to the devil.
"Oh, Sir, were you going to use this door? Sorry." She smirked and closed the
door behind her as she slipped out. He clinched his fists as he heard the bolts
lockinginto place. He turned furiously around towards the floo.
"DAMNIT Granger, what the hell?" He stared at the fireplace, all flames
completely gone.
"They told me they found out who cast the spell on me." She was walking towards
him and he felt eerily like prey.
"Yes, I know. I was the one who figured it out." He said roughly, his anger
rising slowly, it had took everything and McGonagall's full fury to keep him
from killing that boy.
"I just wanted to say thank you."
"You're welcome, I was just apologizing and then leaving." He turned to walk
away.
Hermione let out a sigh, and quickly flicked her wand. Contraception, check.
Soundproof, check. Doors sealed, check. Only one more, She smiled.
"accio wand!" She watched as his wand fell neatly into her hand. She gazed at
it, "Gorgeous. Very nicely crafted."
He glared at her, and crossed over to the bed, standing close to her, almost
pushing her back with his immense heat. " Mrs. Granger, do you know who your
dealing with?"
She stepped forward rubbing against him, "Do you?"
He growled primitively, "I might like to Mrs. Granger. How do I learn?" He
looped a hand around her forcing her suddenly against him, knocking both their
wands to the floor, and grasping her hair roughly, pulling it back cruelly. He
leaned down, and kissed her neck softly.
She felt incredible curved against him, her breasts rubbing against him, and
their crotches were pressed together almost touching, but not. "Your the
teacher, why don't you teach me who i'm dealing with?"
He jerked her head a bit, pulling at her hair, causing her to moan in defiance,
"I'm mean. I do not like good girls." His hand wondered down to her skirt, and
began swiftly, expertly touching her, making her arch into him. "I do however
like to make the good girls bad, make them want things they shouldn't, force
them to do things they shouldn't, make them taste things they shouldn't." He
bent down kissing her collarbone, following her v-neck shirt down, to the
center. He removed his left hand from her knickers, and grasped her back
gruffly causing her to cry out. He laughed a deep rumbling laugh, that made her
shiver in his arms. He spoke, his mouth nearing her breast, " I like to make
them beg, just to fuck me." He swiftly popped her right breast into his mouth,
sucking on it, licking it, making her buck into him. Severus stopped and shoved
her cruelly into the bed, " But most of all I like forcing things into girls.
Like my cock." She looked at him her eyes wild, as if she had expected to be
the stronger of the two.
Severus held her hands down tightly, above her head, and looked around, he
grinned, as he saw a ribbon. He smiled, accio wand. As it flew to his free
hand, he thrusted dryly, harshly into her drawing out a deep, cry. He grinned
as the ribbon tied her hands to the parrell bedposts. He stopped holding her
down, and simply sat upon her. Sitting on her hips, legs apart. He thrusted at
her, his own cock burning with passion, and rage. I have needed this fuck. Just
a easy, forced fight, one with screams, and pain from some one besides me. His
eyes turned dark as he stared at her. Hermione whimpered, and began to move
around.
"I didn't want this!" She cried out in dispair.
Severus smirked, "I don't really fucking care."
He grinned as he yanked her skirt up, he could hear the fabric ripping at the
force. His cock throbbed at the sight of her plain white panties. They were
wet, dripping with her own juices. He grabbed it with out thinking and tore
them apart, tearing them off of her. Her cry of pain rang like justice in his
ears. She deserves this for being a damn mudblood, a flithy piece of shit, with
a fucking wet cunt. She wanted me to fuck her pussy, she has fucking been
begging me to pound her ass.
"Tell me you want this Hermione. Or tell me you don't and I'll leave."
He fingers were sliding up and down her pussy causing her to twitch every time
his adept fingers ran over her clitorus. She bit her lip, his cheek's red with
arousal and her mouth slightly open, "Okay. I do want it you wanker."
He eagerly unzipped his pants, and let his rock hard cock stand free of its own
accord. He slowly started in her, and stopped, She is so fucking wet, and
tight. I can tell she's not a virgin, but damn she is in fucking shape. I
fucking wanna pound this shit.
He instantly began pounding, hitting her hard, letting her make sounds that
would attract and ambluance. He grinned,too bad, she put silencing spells on
the room. He sucked on her breast causing her to cry out in ectasy, and
unbearable pain. She screamed his name, and cursed the skys as she came around
him, spilling onto the bed. Severus exploded into her, slamming into her
several more times before he was completely done. He stood, and stared down at
her.
"Do you realize you are a fucking worthless piece of shit, who deserves no
better than to simply be used as pussy for me tp fuck?" His voice was cruel and
cold but the kisses lining her neck betrayed his true feelings.
Hermione stared back at him, I wanted this so bad, it felt like what I wanted.
So what if I am simply being fucked. He hasn't let me get into to trouble yet.
And I fucking want him, again, I want to feel that orgasm again.
"Y-Yes."
Severus smiled, and began to dry the sweat and come off of her. "Good, because
I have some new chains I want to try."
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