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Clandestine	By : AnasumiHideki Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made from me writing this story.

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Note: Written in his point of view. Just something I had in mind while trying to write all my other stories.

I cannot even begin to describe this urge. It is like I am being pulled from the inside. Pulled, to follow suit behind her as I watch her weave her way through the crowd of witches and wizards in Diagon Alley.

As my student, she was not much of an interest. Yet, in her fifth, sixth, and seventh years, as she grew into a semblance of a woman, it became increasingly difficult for me to not assign her unjust detentions for ridiculous lengths of time. Just so I could revel in being in the same room as she. Just so I could be my dark, angry, brooding self to intimidate the living hell out of her. Just so I could belittle her, and watch the same disappointment that always gave me such satisfaction, spread across her enticing face.

Back to the situation...

I watch as her long curls bounce while she walks along, smiling at people she passes. She waves to others, and I hang back a way while she even stops to envelope a strange man in a warm embrace. I feel my eyes automatically narrow in disgust of the scene before me, but it is over as soon as it begins, and she is making her way through the Alley once more.

Her ignorance to my presence remains, and I somehow manage to follow her all the way back to her flat. I let her enter alone, and I wait before I follow. My footsteps are slow and quiet as I move through her quarters. Down the hall, past the empty, childless bedroom. Two, four, six steps, and the sight is almost too much to bear...

I watch in the mirror from the behind, as she washes her hands in the sink. Gently, she presses her palms flat against one another, and I observe with quiet menace, as her face contorts into a sort of longing. The look on her face does not remain. It leaves as soon as it comes. She closes her eyes for a moment as the steam rises, and covers the mirror in a thick, smog-like film...

She stares at her blurred reflection, as if she can see past the obscurity. A soft hiss comes from her lips. A hiss of pain. She realizes the water has burned her reddening hands, and as she moves, I step out of sight. And I watch...

My dark clothing tightly grips my body, as I take my shaking, exhilarated breaths. Hermione Granger does not notice. She walks past my location in her bedroom.

She lets her towel fall to the floor, revealing a silken body. Her long, flowing brunette hair sends chills down my spine as I watch the wet tips of it caress the perfection of...

Oh, Hermione, you are perfect...

The comfort I feel, radiating from her body, I know, is the comfort of the idea that she is alone. But I am here. I move behind her as she leans forward and gently dispenses a small amount of moisturizer into her hands. She doesn't notice. She sits back up and rubs her hands together and begins to coat her body. I cannot help but notice how non-observant she seems to be as I slowly pull the towel on the floor toward myself.

She begins humming to herself; a soft melody that I note, is the song of the Juniper Tree.

Her voice sends chills, once again through my body, and it is time. For the time for adoration, has come to an end...

Something inside of me snaps as I lunge forward onto her bed. This time, she notices my presence, but all too late. The towel in my hands will serve as her noose...

Before perfection gets a chance to defend herself, the towel is around her throat. She thrashes about, trying desperately to free herself of my grasp. Her choking ragged breaths make my heart flutter with sheer excitement. I cannot help but smile as I lean forward and peer into her darkening eyes. They look sad, and pleading, but no avail from her fate...

"What... a-are you going to do to... me?" she chokes out; her eyes becoming red and blood shot due to lack of oxygen and her struggle.

She finally gets a good look at my face, and my world simply explodes on the inside as her eyes become wide and terrified. Letting my grip falter just a bit on the harsh material, she is able to speak clearly.

"You. Why? Why are you doing this to me?" she snaps, eyes still wide.

I let a smile break my stone features as I lean across her and give her such a smile she's never seen before. One that lets her know I am quite serious, and feeling quite dangerous.

"You think you can fool everyone with your charms, don't you, Granger?"

She squirms beneath my unfailing grasp; a pathetic attempt to gain freedom.

"Oh yes. Miss Granger. All around "good girl" and "savior, extraordinaire.""

I cannot keep the radical smile off of my face...

"And to think I thought you were-" she begins, but I find my hand becoming tight around the gathered material once again. She coughs and sputters as she struggles to breathe.

"Were what?" I demand, looking down my nose at her with the utmost disgust. Tears begin to pool in the corners of her eyes. I am no longer smiling.

Her paling hands close around my wrists in another feeble attempt to fend me off of her much smaller body, but I easily remain.

"You don't want to fight me, Granger." I warn her, bending down over her naked body to nuzzle my face into her damp hair; the scent of her shower and moisturizer still lingering heavily upon her. My eyelids fall to a close as I take it all in, loving every moment spent with her suffering beneath me. She whimpers lightly as I pull on the material, still tightly wound in my fist. It is tight enough to cause discomfort, but loose enough for her to breathe... Slightly.

"Why... are... you.... doing this?" she chokes out again, using her hands to try to push me away.

"Don't push me away..." I tell her quietly, getting to my knees between her legs. I keep a tight grip on the towel around her neck while I examine her body. Pert breasts, thin midsection, long, lovely legs.

"When did you become such a woman?" I ask her, not expecting a reply. Her eyes are still wide and fearful as she stares up at me.

"Se.. Severus..." she breathes out raggedly. The sound of my name rolling from her lips, even choked, causes a stir inside of me. With my free hand I begin to rid myself of my belt, and she moans out in fear, knowing what I am about to do to her. Almost immediately, she's kicking and screaming, trying to aim for my head with her foot. In a flash, I pull my wand from my inner robes pocket, and point it dangerously between her eyes. Her attempts falter immediately.

"I would do the deed of serving you a fine sleeping Potion, my dear, but... Where is the fun in that?" I give her one of my most infamous smirks, and I watch with much satisfaction as her eyes grow dark, and her lids narrow in annoyance she is unable to voice..

"Take.. me.. But please... Don't kill me..." she cries out between her ragged coughs.

"Kill you?" I breathe quietly, still hovering over her; my face now a mere inch from hers. She cries out, and her back archs as I thrust myself into her tight wet core; a shiver runs down my spine as I feel her walls engulf me. She clamps down around my fully erect shaft, and I feel my eyelids fluttering to a close as she draws her legs up and around my waist. She moans with pleasure, and the sound brings me back just in time to see her eyes screwing themselves tightly shut while she slowly licks her lips.

With my wand, I perform a charm on the towel around her neck, to hold it where I want it so that I may steady myself with both hands as I continue my assault on her womanhood.

"Are you enjoying this?" I ask her, unable to keep my tone steady as another wave of pulses comes from inside of her.

She does not say a word.

"You can be honest..." I tell her. She lets a rather loud groan escape her lips as I grind myself against her. Clearly, she is loving it. I grasp the towel and pull it away from her neck, and she gasps for air as her orgasm hits her hard; the blood rushing back to her head serves as an intensifier for the sensation now quivering around me.

"Ugh.. Oh, god..." she breathes, and her eyes roll up in the back of her head while she grapples at my waist, trying to pull me in harder. Her fingernails upon my skin is all it takes to push me over the edge. I swear and groan out her name as I spill myself inside of her still-quaking walls. I move away from her and collapse next to her, and I watch as she rolls onto her side to face me. She's smiling. Almost as if it's contagious, I allow a slight smile to curve my lips.

"What?"

"That was fantastic. You're a bit scary some times..." she tells me as she drapes her arm over my side.

"Was that not what you asked for? I told you that you were barking in the first place." I reply, letting my eyes close, still with a smirk on my face.

"It was sexy. Very exciting."

I feel her lips come down on mine, and I return her kiss graciously.

"I have the best husband in the world." she says to me. "Can we do it again tomorrow?" she teases.

"Go to sleep." I tease her, nudging at her shoulder.

"Okay. But be warned... You may just awake with some strange article of material around your neck, and I may just be holding onto it." she warns playfully.

"Do you promise?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Of course." she smiles cheekily.
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