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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Sorry that I haven't come up with a Dom/slave situation yet. I'm very picky about how those get written. Hope you enjoy this next chapter anyhow. :-)

Her eyes were heavy as she forced them open. She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept but found herself almost panicked as she faced the wall of the hospital room. Much like any other person Hermione tossed and turned in her sleep but at current she found herself with her back pressed snugly against his chest and his arm was wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her heart skipped a beat and leapt into her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment before turning herself carefully in his arms, rolling onto her side to face him.

            “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, a smirk upon his lips.

            Hermione woke with a start, chest thundering. She was laying on her side facing him, Severus still slumbering in his coma. She breathed a sigh of relief and then frowned. It would have been awkward to have him awake and smirking at the obviously awkward situation, but at least he would have been awake. Perhaps it was futile, her efforts, and she worried that he would never wake up. Though this was something that had been presented to her when she’d started trying various alternative methods to reach his inner psyche with hopes of rousing him to the world of the living.

            The room was chilly but with a quick wave of her wand, which she found on the nightstand, a fire leapt to life in the hearth. She had slept for a few hours, nothing compared to the time he’d spent in his coma. But Hermione was determined. He had saved them all and deserved so much more than the hand fate had dealt him. The book found its way to her lap and she sat up, pulling him once more into his lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, a sensation she would never grow tired of, the feeling of his soft tresses against her palm. It was something that she knew once he woke she would never feel again. It was bittersweet.

            Hermione flipped through the pages, thumbing more slowly over some until she found a page toward the back of the book. A smile grew across her lips. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized this…” her voice trailed off as she pressed her lips against the top of his head. “Of course you’d never do it,” and just thinking on it she flushed. “But gods it would be hot if you did…” She cleared her throat and began to read.

            The day had been long and the night longer. Her first two N.E.W.T.’s had nearly caused her to have a nervous breakdown. And she still had three more to go. It wasn’t Arithmancy or Muggle Studies that worried her, but Potions, which was why it was nearly midnight on Saturday and she hadn’t seen daylight since dawn. Hermione had found a secluded corner of the library and settled in there with her books and research and every page of notes she’d taken over the years. But it didn’t feel like enough. She fretted over pages that she’d reviewed hundreds of times and it did nothing to calm her nerves.

            She was startled when the lights dimmed. Hermione had forgotten that on Saturdays the library closing time was only ten pm. Her limbs ached and she longed to stretch, walk around and return the feeling to her legs, but there was so much more studying to be done. Her eyes were watery as they’d been staring at tiny text for the better part of 14 hours and her whole body was screaming at her.

            There was no sound to signal the librarian’s approach and it startled Hermione even more when she spoke. “Time to go, dearie, I’m locking up for the night.” She motioned to the numerous journals that were still spread across the tiny table in front of her.

            A protest was what came to mind. Too many things left un-reviewed and she’d never find peace and quiet in the Gryffindor common room. Not even her dorm would give her the solitude and silence that she needed. With pleading eyes she faced the librarian shuffling a set of notes nervously in her hand.

            The woman glared at Hermione for a moment and then sighed. “Fine. But I’ll be round by midnight to make my rounds and you need to have cleared out by then.”

            “Absolutely!” she nodded. “I’ll be gone at 11:59.”

            Madam Pince turned to go and shook her head as she departed. “Far too studious…” she muttered as she walked away going to lock up the doors to the library. There was no point in checking the other sections, in over three years the only person she’d ever seen in the library on a Saturday past 4 was Hermione Granger. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the girl but more so that if she left the girl to her own devices she’d study straight through the night and be there the next morning.

            Hermione sighed. Less than two hours was hardly enough time to get any decent amount of studying done, but she’d have to make do with what had been given to her. She set her nose to the books and absorbed herself in the texts regarding draught of the living dead and its curative properties. It wasn’t long before she was engrossed in her work and the rest of the world was sliding by her unnoticed.

            When he slipped into the library as part of his nightly rounds he was thankful it was dark. He knew that the place would be deserted and it would give him a chance to think. Far too many lusty students out snogging for a Saturday night. It had rattled his resolve and so he took comfort in the solitude of the library. As he strolled between the shelves, breathing in the scent of hundreds of years of bound pages he noticed a light coming from the far corner. Like a dream dissolved by an alarm clock Severus’ blissful moment was shattered. His face pinched in annoyance and he stalked toward the source of the light.

            He was deathly quiet as he approached her. Hermione was lost in her studies and had neither seen nor heard him approach. A tiny smirk crossed his lips as he watched her pouring through the pages of a potions journal. At least he would have a little fun reprimanding her.

            “You are in violation of this library’s curfew.” His words were an icy whisper that stung her ear so suddenly she shrieked.

            Hermione jumped up from her seat, notes and journals scattering everywhere. It were as if he had appeared from nowhere, almost as if he had apparated into the library which she knew was impossible as there were strict wards against apparation inside the castle. It took a moment to calm her racing heart which was threatening to leap out of her throat, and another moment to properly focus on the voice that had addressed her.

            Severus did little to hide his cruel smirk as he took a step toward her. “I believe a house points deduction is in order,” he muttered.

            “But, sir! Madam Pince told me that I could stay here until midnight!” Hermione shouted and then cupped her hands over her mouth.

            Severus raised a brow on his forehead, glaring at the girl with a slight interest in her sudden will for defiance. “Shouting in a library, Miss Granger? Ten points from Gryffindor.” He took another step toward her and watched as she trembled at his approach. “And another ten points for lying.”

            “I’m not lying!” she hissed.

            “Where is your note then, hmm, Miss Granger?” he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

            Hermione froze. The librarian had left no note with her, it had just been a quick verbal exchange. Her heart sank a little as she realized there would be no explaining that to Professor Snape. But more importantly he was ruining what precious little time she had left to study. “Sir, please…I’m trying to study for my N.E.W.T.’s and Madam Pince said that—”

            “I don’t need to hear your pathetic excuses, Miss Granger. You’ve broken the rules, simple as that. Now leave before I assign you a detention.”

            She bit her lower lip but was resigned to her fate. She started to gather her notes but froze when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

            “I said leave. Not take your time, gather all of your mess and then leave.” His words stung sharp against her ear.

            Hermione was about to burst into tears. Everything she needed to succeed was sprawled in front of her. Was he really going to send her away without allowing her to retrieve it? What if Filch were to wander by, assume it was rubbish and toss it all in a bin? The thought made her shudder so much that didn’t notice his hand was still firmly gripping her shoulder. He’d never touched her, only once before in her third year when he’d thrown his arms out around them to protect them from Sirius Black. His hand was large and through her robes she could feel the heat of his skin against her own flesh.

            Slowly she drew her eyes up to meet his gaze. Dark smoldering eyes; black as night; were gazing back at her. It sent a shiver up her spine. His hand was still on her shoulder and she felt frozen, immobilized by his touch. Hermione could not look away but found herself almost enchanted by his stare. There was something dangerous in his eyes, something that sparked an almost wicked curiosity inside of her.

            He sensed her shudder when he’d touched her and it caught him off-guard. For the briefest of moments he felt something inside of him stir. The lightest flash of electricity had shot through his body but he remained firm in his grip and intense in his gaze. He’d just wanted a moment to forget about all the lusty students he’d blasted apart during his night patrol. But now he found himself confronted with the poster child for upholding school rules and it turned his blood to boil.

            She stepped forward, to leave perhaps, she wasn’t sure, and he stepped forward, no logic motivating his motions and their bodies were but inches apart. Her eyes were caught, drowning in his gaze and in a sudden moment he was there, his lips hovering a breath apart from hers. She trembled and in that moment his lips touched hers. His lips were soft and warm, unlike she had expected them to be, though when she’d had time to expect anything of his lips was beyond her. It was a searing kiss, intense with passion and Hermione had never felt anything like it. She moaned.

            Immediately he pulled back, a scowl on his lips and her eyes grew wide. “Quiet,” he hissed. “You are in the library.” But before she could protest he tilted his head forward and once more claimed her lips with his own. Slick velvet was his tongue as it caressed hers and her whole body tingled. His arm wrapped around her back, pulling her up to him, pulling her closer. Her eyes were closed, her head was spinning, her heart was racing and she lost her sense of balance. But he held her upright, almost leaning her back over his arm as he kissed her.

            A tiny whimper caught in her throat as she felt him suckle her bottom lip. Once more he pulled back annoyed. “I will not tell you again. You are in a library. Be quiet.” He hissed, though his tone hardly seemed harsh. It was more overcome with a throaty whisper. His lips were on hers once more and this time he pulled her hard against him, turning her until her back was against the bookshelf nearest them.

            Severus moved his hands quickly against the coarse fabric of her robes. He longed to cry out in blessed thanks when he discovered a simple button down shirt beneath them. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on her blouse and before she realized what had happened he’d pulled back the lapels of her shirt and wrapped his arms around her chest, fiddling with the clasp of her bra. It was frenzied and her head was swimming; she could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach and it made her tingle.

            She gasped when her bra had come free and his hands had cupped her breasts, tugging the garment free of her skin. The straps lay slack against her arms as he massaged her flesh and then lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth. His slick hot tongue circled around her stiffened peak and again she cried out. Severus nipped at her in warning, which only caused her to cry out further. He pulled his head back and stood once more before her. “Do not make me tell you again…” he hissed against her ear so softly she could hardly hear him. “You are in a library. Libraries are meant to be quiet.”

            Severus placed the palm of his hand over her mouth and then lowered his head once more to begin suckling at the other stiffened nipple. His free hand trailed down her stomach until he met the fabric of her skirt. He wasted no time in dipping his fingers bellow the band of her skirt, stroking his fingers along her knickers until his hand was cupped between her legs, feeling the dampness of her sex through the cotton.

            Her cry was muffled against his hand as he pulled her knickers to one side and pressed two fingers against her sex and then thrust them up inside of her. She was hot and tight and this made him smirk. Again he nipped at her flesh, reveling in the sweetness of her taste. It only took a moment for him to pull back from her completely, though he left his hand cupped firmly over her mouth. Hermione’s eyes were wide as if she longed to beg him not to stop. But she said nothing; chest heaving, mouth silent, breaths escaping harshly through her nostrils against his fingers.

            He fiddled with his trousers for only a moment and managed to free himself but he’d pressed himself against her too quickly for her to see him properly. It worried her only slightly as his hands were quite large and if the old saying was true, she wasn’t sure that it would be as pleasant as it was leading up to be. His lips replaced his hand and once again he was kissing her, crushing her to him as he grabbed her left leg and pulled it up high.

            She struggled to maintain her balance on just one leg, even more so when he began to tug her knickers to the side, but she braced her back against the wall, and let her knee bend slightly. Hermione cried out into his mouth, which hardly muffled the sound, as he thrust up into her. He was long and hard, thicker around than any experience she’d ever had, not that she’d had more than a few. He bit her lip as he broke their kiss and began to thrust up into her. His lips hovered at her ear once more. “Twenty points…from Gryffindor…” he hissed. “Making too much noise…in a library…” he practically growled and then claimed her lips.

            He was rough, with her panties bunched to one side, his cock buried to the hilt inside of her, thrusting hard as he fucked her against the bookshelf. She gripped the shelves as best she could as her body began to shake. Books tumbled over her arms and clattered to the floor. Again he hissed a warning and her eyes rolled back in her head. There had probably been a furthering of points deducted but she could only hear the blood rushing through her head as he squeezed her nipple, his erection pistoning into her like a bullet, his lips suckling hard at the side of her neck.

            Hermione could no longer hold her tongue, the sensations taking over her body as she came. Hot white light danced behind her eyes and her toes curled up as an orgasm ripped through her being. It was intense, and she cried out, whimpering and moaning, as he continued to pump inside of her. Her body shook and then she slumped forward against his shoulder, feeling spent and tingly, her center so sensitive as he continued to thrust into her.

            “Please…” she whispered not even noticing that he hadn’t finished yet. The place between her thighs throbbed. It pleasure to the point nearing pain. But her protests did not last long as he crushed his lips to hers once more and spilled his release up into her. His legs shook, his chest heaved, and Severus waited a moment before pulling roughly from her and tucking himself back into his trousers.

            Had the bookshelf not been behind her to catch her weight she would have collapsed to the floor. Hermione wobbled on her legs and tried to regain her breath. “Twenty points from Gryffindor for making such a ruckus in the library, Miss Granger.” He said.

            Before she could protest further he stalked up the corridor and out of her line of sight, leaving her there panting and half naked.

            “That one is my favorite…” she mused, fingers still stroking through his hair, though they longed to be stroking between her thighs. Hermione pulled the doona back a bit and gazed down the length of his body. No erection and he didn’t appear to be smiling. In fact it seemed to have no effect on him at all. She wasn’t sure whether or not she approved of this.

            With a heavy sigh she flipped through more pages in the book. “Alright, let’s try something else…”

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