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Void	By : katiecld Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 21190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Empty
- 2-Sear
- 3-Try
- 4-Hold
- 5-Stay
- 6-Start
- 7-Fun
- 8-Dark
- 9-Work
- 10-Ceremony
- 11-Comfort
- 12-Class
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Hate
- 15-Over
- 16-Kiss
- 17-Say
- 18-Mine
- 10
- 11
- 12
It took me about ten minutes to finally get back to the dungeons. When I got to Snape's chambers I heard thumping coming from inside. I rushed in and saw nothing. Tugging my cloak I threw it over the sofa and followed my ears, coming to a stop at the beginning of his hall that was out of bounds. I heard more thumping and a crash followed by a grunt. With that I lurched forward and down right to the end door which was his bedroom, the door was slightly open and I peeked my head in. I noticed Severus's form, his back was to me and his palms were flat against the wall. His head was bowed down and one of his hands were a bloody mess. Judging by the massive hole in the wall he'd probably punched it. I was conflicted in what to do, should I go in? Should I leave? His body radiated hatred and anger. If I did go in I'd probably die but a massive part of me wanted to be there for him. He punched the wall again, one bone shattering blow. I gasped at the impact and he turned suddenly.
“What did I say about this corridor?!” He yelled and paced towards me. My panic set in and I panted, hearing my heart beat in my ears. I didn't make a sound when he grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me into his room. “You're idiocy strikes again, Miss Granger.” He hissed my name. “Couldn't help your baser instincts again? If we all had your pathetic self control the world would be chaotic. You just do what you like don't you? You're so weak!” He shoved me towards his wall. I silently took in his words. “It would be nice to not have to give in to fucking self restraint. Just let go and not give a shit about the consequences until later!” He turned and punched the wall again, this time splinters flew everywhere, his hand looked partly mangled. I took a moment to remember what he said about doing things we regret when we find everything too much to handle and I realised that this was his, he needed this.
“Then do it.” I said calmly. He turned to me, a look of utter disgust on his face. “Lose control right now, just do it.” My voice got quieter under his gaze. I looked right into his eyes. “I dare you.” Surprising myself with my courage. I wasn't actually sure what I was suggesting he do, go nuts and punch the wall until he dies of blood loss? Scream and yell at me all night?
“Urgh.” He strained, his face went from terror to disgust and hatred. “I don't want this!” He covered his face with his hands, causing a bloody streak to smear down his face. In a fluid motion he grabbed my arm and shoved me towards his dresser. I slammed back into it and something tumbled to the floor, smashing and making me jump. When I looked down to the mess of glass, Snape's hand came out of no where and spun me around. Painfully, my heart thudded in my chest, I thought my lungs might burn with a lack of oxygen even though I was breathing fiercely. Nothing happened for a second or two, then a strange weight pulled at all of my muscles. His hand pushed me forward and my body sagged. Quicker than I could blink he ripped my trousers, when he pulled at the fabric it dug painfully into my hip. I tried to jerk away but I couldn't move. I can't move... I panicked even more. I can't move! My jeans fell to scraps around my ankles.
Another rip and my black shirt was torn from my upper back, above my corset. I hadn't realised that I was making slight distressed sounding noises until some of my shirt fabric came and fell in front of my face to silence me, getting knotted at the back. I willed myself to calm down. I felt his body fall gently over mine, his head resting on my left shoulder blade. His hands were on my hips, gripping with so much power that I was sure it would bruise. He was panting.
“Urgh...” He pained slightly. He needs this...I told myself. There was no point in being terrified, even if I was. I was the one that told him, no, dared him to break his control. I thought maybe he was trying to fight and regain composure.
“Muss -ee.” I said quietly, not being able to understand myself through the muffled fabric. The professor grunted. His thumb came and pulled the fabric away far enough for me to compose actual words, he was obviously satisfied that I was going to say something and not scream. Severus's body was shaking almost violently. I gulped thickly wondering what the hell I was trying to say.
“What?” His voice was gruff in my ear, I shuddered.
“I said use me.” I was quiet yet firm. All I knew was that I was terrified but perhaps if he could just do what he likes I could help him in some way, like he'd helped me so many times in the last week or so. Snape literally growled and flicked the fabric gag back over my mouth. His head didn't move from my back but his hand finally released their death grip on my hip as he moved to unzip his trousers. When I felt the fabric of my pants shift to the side I realised that he was going to do exactly what I did to cope. Severus's head lifted from me and I felt his fingers brush between my lower lips, seemingly checking for something. Once satisfied I felt a hot hardness press in the same area. I closed my eyes and took in a breath as it slowly pushed into me. The taught ring of muscles at my entrance stretching wide to accommodate his girth. When he was half inside me, he finished off with one quick thrust. His hips pressed against my behind and my legs shook. He was so deliciously thick and firm. Wait, deliciously?
“Fuck...” He whispered, slowly pulling out of my warmth and lurching back in. My head lulled to the side, my cheek coming in contact with the cold surface of his dresser. I'd had sex many times since the war but there was never any pleasure to it, the men would pound into me and cause me to forget my pain but that was as far as it would go. They would cum and I would go. This was different.
“Hmmgh!” I muffled when he surged into me a second time. One of his hands gripped my hip as the other came to press on my head, pushing me down further. His pace was slow to start yet suddenly spiked as he rammed into me. Although I couldn't move easily I managed to shove my hands above my head, shielding myself from thumping into the wall with every jerk of my body. His hand moved from my hip and gripped a hand full of my corset ties, using them as leverage to yank my body back with his thrusts.
“Urgh!” I heard him stifle behind me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a tight heat pooled in my lower belly. The tugging on my corset caused the garment to suffocate me slightly. Something else fell from the cabinet and smashed onto the floor, this time I didn't flinch. The hand on my head tightened and pulled at my bun uncomfortably, making my eyes to water. The dull rugged thumping of his pelvis hitting mine rang in my ears, my voice coming as a loud throaty whine with every thrust. As he bottomed out he hit something painful in me over and over, it started making me feel sick but I concentrated on the full feeling of him. It was still pleasurable even through the pain.
Snape grunted with each pelvic thrust, his body started to quake ever so slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I could just about make out his face, his eyes were closed tightly and his jaw was set in a hard line. A scowl etched into his face, looking as though he was concentrating so hard. My head got released and both his hands gripped my hips once more, clawing roughly into my skin and making it burn.
The dark wizard then made a strained sound, so lewd it made my insides clench. His manhood pulsed, causing me to stretch with each pump as he emptied inside me. The wizard's body twitched, his nails embedded into my bone uncomfortably before he finally sagged, peeling his hands from my body.
My body was frozen like that for a few minutes, after which I heard him mutter something and my body crumbled to the floor in a pile. He'd broken the movement constricting charm he put on me earlier. I weakly reached for my gag and tugged it off my face, taking in gulps of much needed air. When I looked I caught Snape's back as he left the room. The liquid seeping from between my legs was the only evidence of what had happened, that and the smashed glass I was sat in.
I used the cabinet as leverage and pulled myself to my feet, my legs feeling distinctly like jelly under my own weight. My jeans were a torn mess and even though I thought my underwear were intact, they weren't. I didn't bother cleaning any of it up, I just stumbled slowly out of the room and towards my bedroom. When passing the bathroom I heard the shower on, it was occupied but it's not like I would have been able nor did I want to shower. So I fell into my room and onto the bed. Feeling as though I wanted to cry but not because of pain or humiliation, I didn't really know why. The sting in my chest felt vaguely like rejection. My eyes watered anyway, even though I knew that what I'd just done, I didn't regret. I knew he needed that and a bigger part of me than I expected was so grateful that I was there to comfort him on any level.

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Once again, the usual morning alarm clock sounded. It cut through the silence like a knife but I was already awake to hear it. I clapped my hand over the item and sat up in bed.
“Morning Crooks.” I yawned. “I hope you got more sleep than me.” The cat just looked at me, his half lidded expression almost telling me to shut up. I rolled my eyes at him, tempted to try and go back to sleep. It was my fist day of apprentice duties, but I was severely underwhelmed with getting up. The awkwardness of what happened last night only really dawning on me when I realised that I now had to face and work with that man, whether I liked it or not I couldn't avoid him. With a defeated sigh I shoved the covers off me and stood up. A dirty, crusted mess clung to my inner thighs and it was uncomfortably itchy. I'd managed to wiggle out of my corset at some point in the night but the back of my shirt was still ripped to pieces. I looked into the full length mirror and cringed away.
I peeked my head out my bedroom door slowly, listening for any sounds. The bathroom door was close to my room, it was wide open and the light was off. Deciding to take a shower, I retreated into my bedroom again, pulling a towel out of my drawer and some toiletries. As I made my way towards the bathroom, half naked, I noticed the kitchen light was on and I saw Snape at the stove in his pyjamas. I stared at his back for a few seconds before hiding away in the bathroom.
After my shower I inspected the hall outside again before sneaking to my room. Once inside I found a new black teaching shirt and black skinny jeans hung behind the door. Snape...I screwed up my face a little. He'd given me new ones. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. I changed into my uniform and put my hair up before making my way out of the chambers, the classroom and the dungeons. I made my way to the Great Hall through the back entrance.
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Breakfast in the Great Hall wasn't mandatory like dinner was. All pupils were urged to attend lunch but teachers could chose to have theirs in their chambers. Everyone had to attend dinner though.
“Hey Hermione, glad you made it!” Neville boomed when I sat down next to him. The full hall wasn't half as intimidating today. “After yesterday I wasn't sure you'd actually come to breakfast.” He added as he filled his mouth with eggs.
“Nah, I'm cured!” I chirped. He paused and looked me over. Searching for something, he seemed to find it.
“Hey are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Damnit. I thought.
“Yeah, my headache just kept me up a bit last night. I do feel better though.” I smiled and served myself some pancakes. We had our own hushed conversation for about ten minutes, gossiping about what we thought our first day might be like and where the hell Malfoy was.
“I hope he hasn't over slept...” I sighed and munched some toast.
“I'm sure Professor Mark just has him doing stuff this morning.” Neville added. He was probably right. The chair shifted to my other side and it made me jump, choking a bit on my mouthful of toast I quickly glanced to my left and making eye contact with the potions master.
“Crikey, mind yourself 'Mione.” I felt Neville pat my back gently. “Jumpy this morning are we?” He giggled a little. I suddenly didn't feel like swallowing my toast. Plopping the rest of my slice down onto my plate and pushing it away. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Snape just pulled out a book and started reading. I'd noticed him cooking earlier in the morning, why bother coming to breakfast if he wasn't going to eat anything? I turned and gave Neville my full attention, not wanting to leave and feel petty.
I was leant on the table, my head fully turned away from Snape for the full duration of my conversation with my old friend. We got closer and closer together as our voices got more and more hushed. As though we were talking about something top secret. Once again me and him found ourselves in our own little bubble. We eventually got into reading Nevilles scroll that McGonagall had given us all on our first evening, I stupidly never got around to actually reading mine and I really should have.
“So according to this, me and you should be taking Friday nights together for rounds.” Neville said as I studied his parchment. It did state that he would be doing rounds on Friday nights with me and Tuesday nights with Draco. My parchment will state the same information with Neville and I suspect I'd also have a separate night with Malfoy.
“Says here that we all have the power to take house points and give detention, but I already learnt that from Snape yesterday.” I pointed at the part on the paper and Neville grinned.
“Wow, wicked!” He beamed at me and it made me laugh. We read on. It appeared that we now had no curfew, if we so wished we could wander the grounds at night though it was highly recommended that we just stay put since logically there wasn't any reason to be lurking about the castle at night. Other things we discovered made both me and Neville giggle and beam, there was so much freedom.
“You know, even though we're probably going to be worked to the bone, this year is gonna be awesome.” I breathed. The information on having access to private libraries was just the cherry on top for me. Sure, we had to full in a bunch of paper work to do many of the things that the regular staff could do without that added hassle, but it was worth it for the freedom and power. Both me and him got up from our seats, heading through the hall towards the main entrance and towards our respective classrooms. Parting ways when our path no longer connected and promised to go and hunt down Draco a bit later if we had the time.
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I'm sorry if this was a little too rough for some of you.
I really hope this came out okay. I'm not going to lie, I feel as though I've wrote myself into a corner with this story. I've made it too serious and realistic in my mind to include the type of relationship I originally wanted in these two to come to light... I'm going to try my hardest to dig myself out though. I have some ideas, I just hope they end up okay.
Thanks to my regular readers for their continued support, I hope you liked this chapter.
GW~
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