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Confinement	By : Lucreace Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Although Hermione was anxious to find out what Severus knew about their attackers, she found that the day didn't drag. Watching the children practice their transfiguration was amusing and she was able to offer pointers here and there to them. The funniest part of the afternoon was when Ryan's cup grew a tail and began scampering over the desk. Fortunately, they were able to change it back to an ordinary glass before it could dart off the table and smash itself on the floor. Not one to give up, Ryan shoved his dark blonde hair from his face, stuck his tongue out and resumed his concentration. Everyone else turned back to their tasks after a giggle and the afternoon soon turned into evening.
Dinner that night consisted of a hearty chilli that had been simmering for most of the day. It was just what they needed in the cold, wet day that had passed them by. After they'd eaten, she oversaw the cleaning tasks the children had to do before they all retired back into the study for an evening of chess playing, reading and general chatter. As they amused themselves, Hermione found herself wondering whether she would be able to take them out of the house for the day. She was getting a bit fed up of the same walls, lovely as they were, so Merlin knew how they were feeling. The rain of the past day had kept them penned inside almost completely and couple that with the other bad weather, it felt like forever since they'd been outside playing.
The tapping at the windows reminded them all that the weather had not changed and as the evening wore on, the wind picked up, tapping and rattling the old windows in their frames. The girls kept looking at each other but remained silent on the matter. Eventually, one by one, the scooted off to bed, leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. It took a moment for her to shake off her reverie. When she did, she followed their host's instructions and found herself in front of his wooden door once more.
As soon as she approached, it opened and Severus gestured for her to enter. Pulling the pack of biscuits of out her pocket and setting them on the table beside the teas, she sank into the seat she had occupied the evening before, "This is turning into a regular occurrence," she said as he sat opposite her. She nudged his mug towards him and opened the biscuits.
"I wouldn't get used to it if I were you," he replied. His words had no real bite to them but she felt the sting of them regardless. She looked into her mug, not willing to look at the reason why his words had hurt as much as they had. "Don't sulk Granger, it doesn't become you," he said with a snort. Glancing up, she smirked.
"That obvious?"
He merely nodded and she flushed scarlet, embarrassed at being caught and that he had been able to read her mood as easily as he had. "I believe you came here to find out what I've learned?" he said. His voice was silky smooth and a shiver passed through her.
"Yes," she replied simply.
He paused to take a biscuit, which he dunked into his tea before nibbling it. Hermione could only sit and wait while he collected his thoughts. The look in his eye made her think he was enjoying her anticipation. She was about to say something when he opened his mouth to speak instead.
"I think it's something akin to a Revenant," he said. Hermione frowned.
"What is that?" She wracked her brain, trying to recall whether she'd heard of one before or not. It came up blank. An amused expression crossed his face and she frowned.
"Something the know-it-all doesn't know? However will we cope?"
"That was a touch uncalled for," she replied, still stung by his earlier comment. He merely raised his eyebrow and sipped his tea, looking at her over the rim of his tea mug. "Well? Are you going to tell me about it or am I going to have to do some independent research?" Her voice was a little curt, she knew as she spoke, however she was in no mood to play games with him tonight. His dark eyes had a way of drawing her into him and currently, she really wanted to concentrate on the problem at hand, not how dark his eyes were. Nor how the curve of his upper lip was suddenly rather fascinating, how had she not noticed before? Her belly clenched a little and she forced herself to take a breath and drink her tea.
He didn't reply straight away, instead he got up and moved out of the room. When he returned, he was carrying an ancient tome. Sitting beside her, he flicked open a page with the utmost care and took her tea from her. She was about to pout about it but he deposited the book into her lap with a stern expression, one that said she had better take care with what she was reading. Instantly, she straightened and looked at the part he was pointing to. "Read this and we'll discuss it afterwards," he whispered.
Aware that he hadn't moved away from her, she turned her attention to the book in her lap. All the while, his gaze was on her. Forcing herself to remain focused, she began reading. The text was old, the paper yellowish and spotted with age. It had that delicious book smell to it that reminded her of the Hogwarts library. All learning, comfort and safety, a twinge of sandalwood brushed her nose and she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Shaking her head, she cleared it and re-read the line she'd been examining. His scrutiny of her reading somehow seemed worse than when he was watching her teach potions. Her palms were sweating where she held the book still and the sound of his breathing made her own short, yet she couldn't bring herself to move away from him. All she could do was continue what she was doing. When she had read the same line four times and still had no idea what it was about, she looked up.
"That was quick," he said. His voice was as distracting as his proximity. She shut her eyes and shook her head, pausing a moment to strengthen her resolve.
"I couldn't read it," she whispered, keeping her eyes on the book in front of her.
"What?"
"I couldn't read it," she repeated. This time, she looked up into his confused face. Swallowing, she placed the book on the coffee table with great care before wiping her palms on her trousers.
"Why?" he asked. There was a slight demanding tone in his voice and she took another small breath. She twisted around so that she wouldn't get a sore neck when she looked at him. Now seemed like a good a time as any to say what was on her mind.
"You're so close, it was making it difficult to concentrate," she mumbled, "There was something in there about a malevolent spirit and then I got to thinking about how old books smell really nice and then your scent caught me by surprise and I was aware of how close you were next to me and then I read that same line four times and I-"
"Hermione, what are you going on about?" he interrupted. She shook her head, flicking her hair out of her face.
"I know I'm rambling," she glanced down at her hands in her lap before looking back at him. His dark eyes twinkled in the soft light and a small shiver tickled down her spine. Her heart beat a staccato in her chest, her gaze flicked down to his surprisingly sensual thin lips before returning to his face, "You've no idea have you?" she whispered, inching a little closer. The baffled expression he wore was a picture and she bit her lip to keep from giggling. Although she was sure it was a nervous amusement, rather than a genuine laugh.
"Explain yourself," he muttered.
A smile graced her lips as she continued to lose herself in those eyes of his. She could see him searching hers, wondering what she was about. Was he really so clueless as to not have noticed the way she'd been recently? He shifted on the couch, his body angled towards hers, his head mere inches from hers. Her stomach flipped over and before she knew what she was doing, she'd closed the gap between them, her mouth pressing softly against his.
His lips were surprisingly cool, she heard his sharp intake of breath, drawn through his nose and she broke away, her arm trembling where it had supported her weight as she leaned, "I'm so sorry Severus, I don't know what came over me. I didn't inte-" He silenced her with his mouth. Explorative in nature, the gentle pressure on her lips and small movements made the sensation pleasant, more than pleasant. Her cheeks flushed as his hand brushed back a lock of her hair, pushing through her thick tangles to hold the nape of her neck with a gentle caress.
She didn't know how much time had passed when he drew back. His eyes were positively glowing and she knew her own would be shining in the same way. Placing her hands on the edge of the couch to stop them trembling, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Do you think you can continue reading now?" he asked.
"What?" His comment jolted her out of her thoughts and she frowned. He tilted his head to the side a little, "You can't kiss me like that and then just expect me to carry on reading as though it didn't happen!" she said.
"Well, what else are you expecting me to do?" Her face flushed scarlet at where her thoughts took her and she found her mouth crashing against his again. This time, she took a sense of urgency with her. Instead of gently caressing his lips, she flicked her tongue against them, wanting entrance into his mouth, wanting to taste him fully. He yielded almost immediately and she was lost. His tongue curled around hers, once more explorative, wanting to learn the contours of her mouth much as she did his. Her hand thrust into his fine black hair, not greasy at all but soft and delicate. She held his head in place, taking her time with his mouth, wanting to taste him thoroughly before they were forced back to deal with what was at hand. His breath puffed against her cheek as he drew in through his nose. His scent surrounded her, his proximity driving her forward, wanting to take more of him that she had.
This time when they parted, her lips tingled and a warm feeling had sparked deep in her belly. With it came the realisation that she genuinely desired the man in front of her. Yes, he had been her teacher and yes, he had been an awkward, nasty bastard at times but she wanted him all the same. The revelation made her shake somewhat and she withdrew the hand that had been resting on his knee. When had she put it there? His gaze was on her mouth, his own was somewhat redder than before and was that a smile on his lips?
"A revenant is a ghost like creature made of the spirit of a place. It is centred on a specific location which has been occupied for a long time. Usually they are benign however, I believe the recent changes in the wizarding world has caused this one to become malevolent," he said as he leaned back against the couch. "I think there is one based in this house." His explanation took her a little by surprise and she blinked a couple of times.
"That would make sense," she said. Her voice was a little husky and she swallowed. Picking up her cup of tea, she drained it and replaced the mug, "Is that what I failed to read?"
"I paraphrased," he replied with a maddening wave of his hand.
"Thank you," she said. "It's not something I've heard of but I can look into it a bit more."
"No, you do your duty to the children here," he said. When she opened her mouth to protest, he raised a hand, "I have the time to research it properly, you do not." Slowly, she nodded in agreement; at least it would give her a reason to keep coming here in the evenings!
"Very well," she whispered. Her gaze flicked to his mouth again and they inched closer together. He rubbed his long nose against hers and she smiled, "I'm going to kiss you again if you don't stop that."
"Go ahead," he replied. She claimed him then. Her mouth against his as they resumed the dance they had started just moments before. She was just about to lap her tongue against his lips, just about to deepen the embrace once more when a scream sounded in the depths of the house. They broke apart and exchanged a worried glance. They were on their feet in seconds and charging through the house towards the screeching sound.
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