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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“The first step to Occluding your mind is learning to channel all of your surface emotions away. The process is effectively identical to something the muggles do called meditation… I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it before.”
She giggled a bit, “Yes, sir, I am familiar.”
I rolled my eyes and continued, “The idea is to clear your mind of all extraneous dialog, images, etcetera. Some people imagine a sunny beach or deep woods. I myself visualize a plain white room that is suffused with light and warmth, though it has no doors or windows. You must meditate as long as you possibly can before you meet with someone you fear may Legilimize you. I find it to be beneficial in my everyday life to meditate every morning, and frequently throughout the day as needed.”
“It is absolutely crucial that you perform this step. If your emotions are at the surface of your mind when a person dives, you’re immediately vulnerable. They can start pulling memories associated with those emotions within seconds of invading your mind. They can find your deepest, darkest secrets in less than a minute. However, if your mind is clear when they dive, all they see is a general fog of images and sensations. They must begin rifling through your memories essentially at random, just hoping to find what they need. Legilimizing is very magically draining, so the longer you can keep them from finding anything useful, the more likely it is that they’ll back out from sheer exhaustion. As you become more practiced, you can simply fog out anything you don’t wish them to see. When you reach my level of experience, you can actually feed them images. You can make them think they’re finding exactly what they wanted to find, while you keep your true secrets safely locked away,” I finished and couldn’t help but quirk my eyebrow amusedly at Hermione’s rapt attention.
“So what are we going to do tonight, sir?”
“We’re going to meditate.”
“Seriously?” she asked incredulously, a frown wrinkling her small forehead.
“You sound just like Potter,” I scoffed. “What part of ‘this is the first and most important step’ did you not comprehend?”
“Yeah, yeah I got that,” she grumbled, “But I can do that alone in my room. I’m here with you now. It just feels like we should be doing something, you know?”
I gave her a smirk and asked, “What would you like to be doing, little girl?” I tried my best not to sound too salacious, but I couldn’t help myself.
She blushed bright red, then burst out into a fit of giggles. “Professor Snape, I don’t think you’ve ever made a joke before!”
I furrowed my brow and crossed my arms. “I make jokes. You children are just too dim to recognize them.”
We spent the next two hours doing our best to clear our minds of extraneous thought. But she was so close that I could smell her hair, a familiar sweetly herbaceous scent, and I realized that she must have stayed in my room the other night far later than I had assumed. I couldn’t help but ponder all the possible explanations and ramifications of this piece of information.
She ought to have left the second you fell asleep, but she stayed! That has to mean something, right? That chaise is an insanely uncomfortable place to spend the night. My back is in knots today because of it! She didn’t want to leave me... She wanted to be with me... Oh my gods she wanted to be with ME!!!
I didn’t seem capable of keeping my damned eyes closed. She was just so picturesque. She had this quirky little smile on her lips, like she knew I was staring at her and found it amusing. Her eyelashes were impossibly long and dark, and they looked so gorgeous framed against her milky white, freckled cheek. I’ve never painted a thing in my life, but I suddenly found myself with a powerful need to capture such ephemeral beauty. My heart literally, physically ached to look upon her. I felt unworthy to even be in her presence.
The hours passed so quickly that I didn’t even notice when the time came for her to leave. My cock was throbbing painfully, and I was miserable with longing. She eventually opened her eyes, to my great disappointment, and expressed her surprise at the late hour. I agreed and bade her goodnight. But then, she did the maddest thing. Right as she was about to enter the hallway, she suddenly spun back around. She approached me practically at a run, and flung her arms around my shoulders. I was shocked beyond all belief, but I embraced her back on sheer instinct.
My stomach was an explosion of fireworks, and my mind was convinced I had to be hallucinating. But she just kept holding on. And then she pulled me closer, so I wrapped her tightly in my arms and lifted her off the ground. She laughed delightedly as her face was squashed into the front of my robes. I felt myself smiling like a fool; but she couldn’t see my face, so what did it matter?
As I set her back down, she lowered her arms from my shoulders and reached under my cloak and wrapped them around my waist. She still had her face buried in my chest, studiously avoiding my gaze. I allowed my hands to wander slightly, gently tracing patterns on her smooth, delicate back. I tried my hardest to ignore the way the straps of her bra felt under my fingers and the delicious way my erection dug into her stomach. I knew she could feel it, but I had trouble caring.
I don’t know how long we held each other, but it felt like an eternity. Like we’d created the most perfect place imaginable and couldn’t bear to leave. Eventually, it was I who was forced to end our transcendent moment. I allowed myself to bury my hand in her glorious hair for a few blessed seconds before tipping her head up. “It’s time for you to go to bed, Miss Granger.”
She nodded, removing her arms and backing away meekly. The spell was broken. She was my student again. She said nothing, just grabbed her bag from where she’d tossed it heedlessly to the ground. I watched her go while every cell in my body shrieked at me to make her stay by any means necessary. I stood and stared at the wall she’d disappeared through, begging the universe to make her reappear.
After far too long, I dragged myself to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them across the room in a juvenile display of frustration. I climbed into an icy cold shower, but nothing could dull my need for her. I stroked myself, remembering how tiny and perfect she’d felt against me. And, oh gods, the absolutely filthy sensation of my erection pressing against her taut stomach. The feeling of burying my hand in her hair, imagining pulling on it as I invaded her succulent little mouth with my tongue. Her beautiful eyes, full of fire and passion and anger and fierceness and oh gods…
I finished myself in a deeply conflicted wave of sheer elation and shamed release. I’d never felt so amazing, or hated myself more.
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