It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 12 ~ A Grave Misunderstanding

Severus’ plan of cooling Hermione’s ardor down was working quite well. The witch did dream about him however, except those dreams consisted of her hexing him in a number of very nasty and satisfying ways rather than engaging him. Some of the things she turned him into were: a snake (of course), a stinkbug, a muggle skunk, a lab niffler which she fed a very deadly potion and in one dream she shrunk his head down to the size of a walnut, then he squeaked at her “Fifty points from Gryffindor Miss Granger!”

Ron had been after her for a little snogging over the month, but Hermione told him time and time again she felt they should stop experimenting and that she wasn’t interested in him that way. Ron believed the witch was just playing hard to get and if he kept after her she would give in. The wizard was stubborn that way.

Things were going well as far as keeping the secret of what happened between the witch and the Potions Master a secret, but after six weeks of nothing, Hermione was hit with a very erotic dream that was so real and lucid, she could actually feel the Potions Master fucking her. The witch had a powerful orgasm in her sleep and woke up craving the wizard. It was terrible. How had he just crept into her dreams like that?

It was because even though the Professor was out of mind…he wasn’t out of body, and Hermione’s body was having urges…urges only Severus could meet.

Hermione did fairly well hiding her new bout of desire for the wizard in his class the next day, but when she handed in her homework parchment, there was a note attached to it. Severus didn’t see it until after the class was dismissed and Hermione was gone. It only had a small message on it.

“I’ve started dreaming about us.”

Severus read the simple statement three times before he crumpled it up and threw it into the trash bin. He didn’t need the details…the witch was having erotic dreams and therefore sexual feelings for him. She wanted him again, or soon would. Well, she would just have to control herself. They had to be careful. He couldn’t afford to be caught in a compromising position with the witch, though he had a feeling that Albus knew what happened between them. It was something in the way the wizard looked at him in the Great Hall the morning after he had taken Hermione. That twinkle was so damn annoying, and it was focused directly on him.

But the Headmaster hadn’t confronted him directly, so if he did know, it seemed he was willing to let things take their course. But even if Albus didn’t react negatively, that was no reason to risk ridicule. Actually, it wasn’t himself Severus was worried about. It was Hermione. She would be the one who would be targeted, who would be judged. After all, everyone at Hogwarts considered him capable of anything, but not the goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger.

Severus smirked. After that night he was sure Hermione had never been a goody-two-shoes. It was merely assumed she was because she studied so hard and kept her marks up. That meant nothing.

That witch could be as wicked as they came when she wanted.

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That night when Hermione went on her head girl rounds, Ron followed her, determined to steal a few kisses from the witch. He had noticed at supper that she was getting rather dreamy-eyed…she always looked like that when she was up for a good snogging. Ron thought that she might even be ready for something more than snogging. There had been a few times when things had gotten rather hot and heavy between them, but Hermione wouldn’t go through with it, though Ron felt she really wanted to.

This is what kept him hopeful and chasing after the witch. He had shagged a couple of witches at Hogwarts, but Hermione was something special. She wasn’t the kind of witch any bloke could shag and it was this exclusiveness that attracted Ron. He wanted to be the first to break down her resolve. It would be a coup if he could make the witch hot enough to accept him. Hermione was a challenge, and Ron loved a challenge.

Ron disillusioned himself and followed Hermione quietly as she checked the main hall, ducking behind armor to hide his shimmer when she made her second passes. She greeted the Head boy in passing, a Ravenclaw named Charles Periwinkle. He would start at the upper floors of the castle and Hermione would start at the bottom, then they would check behind each other, Hermione finishing at the top. Then Severus would do a final round. He didn’t check the castle at any certain hour, but changed the time of his rounds…using the element of surprise to catch students who pretty much knew where the Head boy and girl would be since their rounds were scheduled.

Tonight the wizard left for his rounds early with the intentions of seeing Hermione and speaking to her about the note she had given him. Charles had already passed the Potions Master in the upper corridors, greeting the dour, pale and next to soundless wizard as he did so. Severus nodded at him with his trademark scowl and continued on.

Severus needed to reiterate to the witch how important it was for her to remain strong and in control of her emotions. Yet, despite his discipline and the appearance of him being totally in control, Severus had been having his own recurring dreams about Hermione, one or two of which resulting in a rather sticky end for the wizard, who woke up, scourgified himself and muttered about reacting to dreams like a sixth-year before falling back into an agitated sleep. Having the object of his desire in such close proximity was slowly taking its toll on the wizard as well. But he was still able to restrain himself.

Ron followed Hermione down the corridor that led to the infirmary and waited in a niche for the witch to come back up. He had no idea Severus had just turned down the corridor and was approaching. When the unsuspecting witch passed him, Ron grabbed her, catching her wrist so she couldn’t pull her wand, covering her mouth with his other hand and pulling her back into the niche. He was still disillusioned and Hermione was terrified, struggling frantically, kicking back and trying to bite the hand covering her mouth.

“Ssh, Hermione it’s me,” Ron said against her ear. Slowly the witch stopped struggling and Ron released her, removing his disillusionment and using his body to block the way out of the niche.

“Ron what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Hermione hissed at him, straightening her robes. “You’re out after curfew. I’m going to have to take points and assign you detention.”

“Aw Hermione, you don’t have to do that. I only wanted to see you alone,” Ron said, his blue eyes searching her face.

Severus had very sharp ears and heard the pair talking. He didn’t know who it was, but went into stealth mode, slow approach.

“You look like you could use a good snogging. You won’t let me kiss you in public so I thought I’d follow you and we could have some privacy,” the wizard said, moving a bit closer to her.

“Ron, I don’t need to be snogged. At least not by you,” Hermione said, frowning at him.

Ron laughed.

“There’s no one else but me, Hermione. I know that. Now give us a kiss,” he said, suddenly pushing Hermione into the wall and capturing her lips.

Hermione was so shocked she didn’t react for a moment. Unfortunately that moment was when Severus appeared in front of the niche and witnessed Ron kissing her. The wizard’s eyes narrowed as he watched them.

Then he bellowed, “Mr. Weasley! Miss Granger! What the hell is going on here?”

Shocked, Ron leapt away from Hermione who stared at Severus in horror. The wizard’s face was contorted with rage as he looked at her.

“Professor…this isn’t what it looks like,” she said in a pleading voice.

Severus sneered at her.

“I believe it is what it looks like, Miss Granger. The Head girl abusing her privileges to suit her own ends,” he said accusingly. “Are your hormones that much out of control that you invited Mr. Weasley to accompany you on your rounds for a quick shag?”

Hermione reddened furiously.

“No! I did no such thing!” she declared. “He surprised me!”

“You didn’t look surprised when his lips were locked to yours,” the wizard responded. Then he spun on Ron.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew, and another fifty points for inappropriate sexual behavior, Mr. Weasley…now return to your house immediately,” Severus said, murder in his eyes as he looked at the red-haired wizard.

“Yes sir,” Ron said, giving Hermione an apologetic look before quickly walking away. He hadn’t meant to get her in trouble. He just wanted a few kisses. Severus watched him go then turned back to Hermione, who was looking at him with a bit of fear in her eyes. What was he going to do to her?

“You couldn’t wait for me, could you Hermione?” he said in a quiet voice. “Your dreams made you so randy you were willing to engage Mr. Weasley as a substitute for me. Congratulations, Miss Granger…you managed to fool me. I believed you beyond such behavior…such betrayal. You should have let Mr. Weasley deflower you and left me out of this. I should never have touched you.”

His dark eyes were cold as they looked at her.

“I see now you are unsuitable for courtship. Maybe you’re suitable for a good detached fucking, but not to be courted as a witch worthy of a relationship,” he continued, his voice raw with disappointment. “I had hopes for you, witch. Hopes for us. I should have known it wouldn’t work out.”

Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had just told the wizard it wasn’t what it looked like, and he acted as if he hadn’t heard her…drawing his own erroneous conclusion as if he were all knowing. Well, he wasn’t.

“Why won’t you listen to me, Severus? You’re always so ready to think the worst. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Hermione seethed at him. “Ron followed me without my knowing, grabbed me and pulled me in here, then kissed me. I was so shocked I didn’t react at first…then you showed up. I know what it looked like but I don’t want Ron. I only want you. Just you.”

Hermione stared up at him, her breasts heaving with emotion, her jaw thrust out. Severus knew this look. It was her standard, “I’m standing my ground” look. She often wore it when arguing a point she knew was correct. Severus often had his students debate over the proper uses of certain potions. Hermione was an excellent debater, loaded with facts, figures and examples whenever she was scheduled to participate. She could take pro or con with equal proficiency. He stared at her. Maybe she was telling him the truth.

She was right too. He always thought the worst of people when they did something that affected him negatively. He generally thought the worst of people overall. Maybe he did jump to conclusions, but he wanted to be sure.

“Legilimens,” he said softly, looking into her mind to see exactly what happened. Yes, he saw her scolding Ron for being out after curfew, and heard her tell him she didn’t need to be snogged by him, and Ron moving in and kissing her when she was off-guard.

The wizard pulled out of her mind.

“I’m sorry, Hermione. I jumped to conclusions. You are right. I do have tendency to think the worst. It is just because I am invested in you, witch that I reacted as I did. Seeing that idiot kissing you was a shock for me,” the wizard said, not willing to tell Hermione it was painful for him. That it hurt him. He wasn’t willing to let her know that he was so easily affected when it came to her. He had to appear strong.

Hermione scowled up at him. He had said terrible things about her…he wasn’t going to get off with a simple “I’m sorry.”

“So, I’m only suitable for a detached fucking, am I” she said to him, “Is that what happened that night in the ROR, Severus? You can tell me the truth. I can handle it,” she said, her voice quavering.

Severus’ eyes widened and his heart clutched painfully in his chest. He was about to lose the witch if he didn’t do something to make her forgive him.

“No. No, it wasn’t Hermione. What we did, what you gave me, has meaning…has deeper implications. I wasn’t detached, witch…I was immersed in you. I am still immersed in you. I…I…dream about you too,” the wizard admitted, hoping this common ground would ease her anger. “But I can’t act on it. And seeing Mr. Weasley kissing you was distressing…because I can’t do what he was doing. Not now. He was giving you something I can’t Hermione. Do you see why I was upset? If you had seen me kissing another witch, how would you have felt? How would you have reacted?”

”I probably would have hexed both of you,” the witch replied.

Severus nodded.

“I couldn’t hex you, so I lashed out at you,” Severus explained. “I intentionally wanted to hurt you. I am…quite good at hurting others verbally. It is an immediate response, a weapon I use to protect myself and punish others. Believe me…I am very sorry.”

Hermione looked at him, suddenly feeling very tired.

“I have to get back to Gryffindor house, Severus. We can talk about this another time, after I settle down. You hurt me. I’m going to need some time,” Hermione said, starting to walk past him.

Desperate, Severus caught her by her arm. He couldn’t let her return to her house feeling this way. She might stew in it and decide she didn’t want to continue with him. He couldn’t blame the witch. He had said some very cruel things to her. Still…

“Wait, you told Mr. Weasley that you didn’t want to snog him. I assume you meant you wanted to snog me,” he said softly.

Hermione had her second shocked kiss of the night, but this one she melted into as Severus let his passion out, taking her mouth hungrily and intimately, their breaths quickening as he drew Hermione into his hard lean body, his cock reacting to the witch’s closeness and swelling immediately.

Hermione was once again covered by that honey-like fire as the Potions Master reminded her of what she felt for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she let go, giving in to his passion. She gasped as she felt his organ pressing into her, and the ache she felt that night in the ROR once again throbbed inside her.

Severus broke the kiss.

“Severus,” Hermione breathed, pressing into him hungrily.

“I know, witch,” he said in a raw voice as he looked down at her, “I know, but we can’t.”

“Yes we can. A silencing spell and a disillusionment spell. No one will see or hear us,” she said softly, moving against him now.

“Merlin,” Severus thought, his eyes closing with pleasure as Hermione ground against his body, doing her best to seduce him. She was quite good at it for a witch who had only been fucked once…but she was good at it then too.

Severus steeled himself and pushed her away, holding the witch at arm’s length.

“We can’t. We have to remain strong,” he said hoarsely.

“I don’t want to be strong. I want to be weak…very, very weak,” Hermione replied, her eyes half-lidded and blazing.

She had forgotten all about Ron and Severus’ reaction. All she wanted was to feel the Potions Master inside her again. Her body had overridden her mind, just as Severus hoped it would. Now being angry at him would be the last thing on her mind when she returned to her house.

“Well, you are going to be strong,” the wizard said with more conviction, gently guiding her out of the niche and leading the witch up the corridor. They appeared on the landing. Two shifting sets of stairwells swung towards them and connected…one leading up and the other leading down. Severus pushed Hermione on to the stairwell leading up to Gryffindor tower.

“Up you go,” he said to the witch, who looked at him longingly. “You need to finish your rounds and get to bed.”

“Bed,” Hermione repeated dreamily.

“Your bed,” the wizard said sternly. “Now good night, witch.”

Severus mounted the other set of stairs and began descending as it moved to the next connecting set. Hermione watched him go and sighed. She was so fucking weak for him. What he said was enough to end whatever relationship they had…but…she didn’t want to end it. Besides, everyone was entitled to make one mistake. Even a snarky Potions Master. By the way he kissed her, it was clear he didn’t mean what he said about her being unsuitable. He still wanted her. Damn he had such restraint.

Hermione let out another sigh and walked up the stairs to check the next corridor. As she walked down the hall, she heard the definite sounds of shagging. She stopped, listened for a moment, then turned back around. Whoever it was, let them have their moment this time.

She knew exactly how they felt.

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A/N: Well, that was a nasty bit of business. Ron…he’s something else. Severus immediately went into accusatory mode. Well, that’s to be expected considering how he lives. Hermione would have been well within her rights to break it off with him then and there. But that kiss. Let’s face it, a few of us girls have forgiven our men for saying or doing really stupid and hurtful things because of how we feel about them and how they make us feel. It’s a terrible weakness, but it happens…and that’s just what happened here. You’re damn lucky Severus Snape. You better watch your tongue from here on out. Please review.