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Mission Impossible	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 11774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione had stood in the kitchen for what seemed like ages. She’d left him upstairs. Her fingers still trembled slightly from the encounter. It was difficult to register; the notion that he was capable of hurting her, of attacking her for his baser needs. It made her throat feel dry, as if she’d swallowed a wad of cotton and could not force it all the way down. She longed for a calming draught to ease her nerves but decided against it, figuring it might be better to be fully alert. She made more tea.

            It would do her no good to dwell on the possibilities. If it happened she would defend herself and that would be that. But the idea would not leave her mind. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to think of something else; anything else. She found her mind settling on something rather pleasant, though she felt almost naughty thinking on it. The man he had once been; the man she had tangled with on a handful of times. A particular incident. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, tea mug in hand, and closed her eyes.

            It had been a particularly hot day at Grimmauld Place and she had been sentenced to basement patrol. Hermione hadn’t bothered to protest because Molly had been so insistent that she would make quick work out of finding the supplies without mucking about and goofing off with all the odds and ends that had gathered in the safe house basement over the years. She’d bundled up her hair and pinned it to the top of her head with two paddle edged sticks, but it was still too hot.

            The basement was only slightly cooler than the rest of the house, and she was dressed in a pair of rather short denim shorts and a singlet. The cloth clung to her figure, sopping through at her back with sweat as she rummaged around in a few boxes, looking for the long checklist of things that Molly had sent her to find. One box in particular was filthier than the rest and she noted with disgust that it was larger than most of the others. No doubt it would contain at least one of the things she needed.

            Hermione began to sift through the contents of the grimy box; shifting large artifacts this way and that. A hand clamped around her mouth and another wrapped around her waist. She shrieked, but her cry was muffled against her attacker’s palm. She struggled, wriggling but the arm around her waist squeezed firm and she stilled.

            “Not very vigilant of your surroundings,” he whispered against her ear.

            Hermione felt her chest deflate, a sigh of relief floating through her nostrils. She allowed her weight to fall back slightly against his chest. Despite being startled and frightened the heat was returning and his body pressed against her backside. She tilted her head back as he allowed his hand to slide free of her mouth. “What in blazes are you doing down here?”

            “I could ask you the same, Miss Granger,” he purred, and again leaned his lips against her ear. “Alone, unguarded, any number of bad things could happen to you…”

            She twisted her figure and spun around so that her chest was pressed against his. “The only bad thing creeping around this house is you,” she smirked and then pulled back slightly, leaning into the stack of boxes. “It’s bloody hot as hell,” she said, her face flushed, her hair matted to her head.

            “I can make it hotter,” he smirked, and gripped her shoulders, pulling her close once more.

            She felt her legs tremble as she found herself once again pressed against his body. The room was stifling; the air so thick you could swim in it. “Someone is bound to come down here…” she whispered, trying to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

            “Then you’d better move quickly,” he smirked again and grabbed her around the waist. Despite the heat he hoisted her up onto an old dusty table that had been backed against the wall.

            “You can’t seriously mean to do this here, it’s filthy! And I’ll melt!”

            His hands were roaming over her shoulders, tugging at the flimsy damp material of her singlet. “Then I shall have to lick you off the table,” he smirked once more and then brought his lips to her neck. He began to suckle at her flesh and she whimpered, longing to feel him, but desperate to escape the heat. His teeth grazed against the hollow of her throat and he suckled her there; Hermione quivering in ecstasy as he drew his fingers down her torso and pulled the scrap of material up over her head.

            “Oh!” she cried, feeling a slight rush of air against her hot flesh. “Too hot,” she muttered and wrapped her arms around him.

            “Frigus encirclo,” he muttered and Hermione squeaked as a blast of cold air surrounded them. A bluish glowing bubble seemed to encircle them and at once Hermione could feel the difference in the temperature. She mentally berated herself for not thinking of the simple cooling charm before heading down to the basement.

            His hands roamed over her chest; making quick work of her bra with a deft flick of his fingers. She whimpered, arching her chest forward, her breasts heaving, longing for his touch. Again a smirk curled across his lips as he leaned in to kiss her jaw. “Eager are we?”

            Hermione flushed. She was still warm from the heat; his touches driving her wild, and she could feel her thighs trembling, begging for the feel of him. “Do you enjoy teasing me?” she huffed, and reached forward with both of her hands to tug at his shirt.

            Severus caught her hands in his left hand and pulled them up over her head, gripping her wrists together. She squeaked as he leaned closer against the table, pressing his body between her legs. “Immensely,” he whispered and then kissed her lips, pressing his tongue for entry to her mouth. She struggled against him for a moment longing to touch, longing to tangle her fingers into his hair, but after a moment gave in and leaned back against the wall.

            She squealed in surprise as his hands gripped her hips firmly and tugged her forward across the table; tugging her hips upward, her legs dangling awkwardly on either side of him. The denim of her shorts clung firmly to her thighs as he wriggled his fingers trying to tug it down her body. Hermione was panting, her wrists no longer bound above her head as she laid on the table, back and head resting against the old wood, her buttocks resting practically against his chest. After a moment more of struggling with the denim, he withdrew his wand and swiped it along her thigh.

            Hermione tried to watch as the fabric sizzled with a green glow before melting away from her skin. She flushed once more as he tapped his wand against the edge of her knickers, at once exposing her sex to his ravished eyes. Severus licked his lips and growled as he hoisted her knees up against his shoulders and again she cried out, hardly able to lean back against the table as he pulled her thighs closer to his lips.

            It was ecstasy as his lips pressed against the soft spot where her thigh met her torso; trailing hot kisses over her quivering labia, passing over her slit. She whimpered and arched her hips as best she could from her current angle trying to force his tongue against her clit. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his hands gripping the underside of legs, squeezing against her lush buttocks. Hermione cried out as his tongue slipped ever so slightly against her slit, nudging at her sensitive nerve bundle. Her slickness coated his tongue as he began to lave his tongue over her opening.

            “Hermione?” a voice called from the top of the stairs leading down into the basement.

            Her eyes shot wide and she froze; her face in panic. Severus stilled his motions and closed his eyes for a moment.

            “Are you alright, dear? I heard you scream,” the voice echoed again. It was Molly Weasley. “Encounter something nasty?”

            Severus smirked and lowered his head between her thighs once more. Hermione struggled to twist away from him, but his fingers pressed tight into her flesh and she found herself unable to untangle her legs from over his shoulders. There was another pause before Molly called again.

            “Did you get trapped under something nasty? Let me give you a hand.”

            Her face flooded with panic but his voice was quick. “Only me, Mrs. Weasley,” he called and Hermione nearly died.

            “Severus?” she called from the steps. “Oh goodness, you must have given the girl quite the fright, is she alright?”

            “I’m fine, Molly,” Hermione found her voice and cleared her throat. “He bumped into me and I wasn’t expecting it,” she shook her head and held her breath.

            “Ah,” she said and the sound of footsteps echoing across the floorboards could be heard as the door to the basement began to creak shut. “Have him help you with that list, then, and be careful! There are doxies down there!” her words were silenced as the door clicked closed.

            She breathed a heavy breath that she had been holding for far too long and then turned narrowed eyes to the man who still held her legs in the air. “Have you lost it?” she wriggled her ankles and this time he allowed her limbs to slide from his shoulders.

            Severus stepped back slightly, allowing her enough room to slide down from the table. Hermione stood before him naked, her cheeks flushed, her hair matted to her head; beads of sweat running down her neck. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “Hot and bothered?” his smirk widened into an almost feral grin.

            Before she could respond he’d spun her around and pushed her forward; gripping her hips back toward him. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he plunged his length between her thighs; she hadn’t recalled him divesting. Flesh slapped against flesh and echoed across the basement as he thrust into her from behind. Her legs trembled and she leaned forward against the table, her body trembling as she panted. One hand gripped her hip firm and steady while the other stroked gently up her back; his palm cool against her sweat-slick heated flesh.

            Tiny whimpers were trapped in her throat; she refused to cry out as he drove himself harder and faster into her. Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her body give in to wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. He finished a moment later, and she groaned, feeling him quaking inside her. Had she not been leaning against the table she would have collapsed to the ground, but was quick to turn around and capture his face between her hands, pulling him close for a kiss.

            “Often replay that memory?” his voice rasped against her ear. Hermione jumped up with a startled yelp. He had wrapped his arm around her waist and was holding her firm against his chest. She felt her breath catch in her throat and she began to perspire, her heart racing inside her chest. “Fond of that one?” his lips brushed her ear.

            She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard him enter the kitchen. Severus allowed his hair to brush against her shoulder as he leaned his lips against her jaw. “Sneak up behind you and just…have my way…” his words slipped like broken whispers against her ear and Hermione couldn’t help but tremble. She was frozen; paralyzed with fear. There was a time when he had grabbed her from behind and caught her off-guard that she was relieved to hear his words, even gracious to accept his embrace. But now, she struggled slightly trying to ease her way from his grip.

            “Severus, let me go, please.” She said.

            His arm remained firm around her waist and he pulled her back harder against his figure. “Those times are gone,” his voice was barely audible.

            “What?” she asked, trying her best not to let her current state of paralyzed fear show.

            He pressed his lips against her jaw and kissed her. Slow, deliberate, chaste kisses, each one feather light as he traced a path up the side of her cheek until he his lips rested against her earlobe. She shivered, a whimpered gasp strangled in her throat as he suckled her earlobe into his mouth. He felt warm; a pleasant sensation she had all but forgotten and for a moment Hermione felt her eyes flutter shut and nothing had changed. He was not the ravenous beast not to be trusted with a blood-sapping curse that drove him to depravity. He was Severus Snape, lover extraordinaire.

            She felt his hand travel down the side of her thigh, slowly inching across the top of her leg until his fingers hovered just between her legs, not quite touching her. He slowly trailed his lips down the side of her neck until he’d managed to tilt her head back, her throat exposed, and he found his mouth hovering just over the soft hollow of her throat.

            “Severus…” her voice was a mixed cry of need and fear. Her body was responding to his touches; so long had it been since she’d allowed herself the pleasurable sensations; but her mind was screaming, something wasn’t right, and she was torn. “Please…” she whimpered, leaning her head forward only to have it pushed back against his shoulder as he licked a slow circle across her flesh.

            His hand cupped against her sex through her clothing, the fabric doing little to hide the heat radiating from her center. He growled and grazed his teeth against her flesh. She shivered, trying once more to pull herself upright as his fingers stroked her through her jeans. Hermione felt his teeth again, this time nipping at her flesh and for a moment her head swum with sensations. “Stop,” she whispered trying to clench her thighs tight against his hand. His teeth pressed harder as he nibbled at her neck, no longer nibbling but biting against her skin. “Stop!” she cried, and tore her head to the side.

            But he had broken skin and she winced, feeling the tear in her flesh; the hot stickiness dripping down her neck. Hermione forced her knee forward, unable to lift it as high as she had hoped, but she caught him in the shins. It was enough of a momentary distraction to force her hands against his face and push him back. With great force she shoved him and he tumbled backward, unsteady, landing on his backside against the floor. She grabbed a nearby dishcloth and pressed it firm against her neck. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks as she gazed at the hollowed man before her.

            “I no longer have control, Hermione…” again his voice was broken. “I didn’t want to do that, but you were so close…I could feel your blood rushing beneath your flesh…” His face twisted into an almost anguished look as he tilted his head to the floor. “Please, go…before it gets worse…”

            She stifled a sob and closed her eyes for a moment; hand still pressing the cloth firmly against her neck. Pity coursed through her, after all it wasn’t his fault. With a shaky breath she cleared her throat. “Why were you reading my thoughts anyhow?”

            A mirthful chuckle escaped his lips though it sounded more like a dry cough. “You leave them so easily open…”

            “I would appreciate it if you didn’t go about reading my thoughts…not while you are— like this.” She said.

            Severus slowly nodded his head. “I do find it most intriguing that you would linger upon that one…”

            Hermione parted her lips to speak but found herself caught off-guard. She needed sleep. Or caffeine. It was as if he hadn’t just attacked her and their conversation was as normal as two blokes discussing Quidditch. She frowned but then turned her eyes to him once more. A pitiful shadow of the lover she’d once known. But she shook her head and scoffed. “You sound as if I had so many others to choose from.”

            A ghost of a smile crept across his lips. “Precious few, if I do recall…” he muttered.

            “Indeed,” she was quick to respond. It was not the time to go tripping down memory lane and go reminiscing about their run-ins. “I need to do some more research,” she announced, changing the subject.

            “Historically?” he queried. “About our sordid past?” again she watched his lips twitch into the slightest of smirks.

            But her response was quicker. “There will be no more of that whilst you’re— god dare I say it?” she slowly pulled her hand away from her neck, the cloth clinging there of its own accord.

            “Say it Granger and I shall promise to attack of my own free will…” he sneered.

            She sighed. Though he certainly no longer carried the heavy cape that billowed dramatically behind him when he walked, she couldn’t help giggling at how her colleagues during her years at Hogwarts had often referred to him as a great vampire bat. “Yes, well— my point is that until you are cured of your…erm…vampirical state…” she tried her best not to snicker as she spoke. “I don’t think it is wise for you to…well…to…”

            “Spit it out, Hermione Granger, you’ve always had quite the way with words.”

            Hermione licked her lips subconsciously. “As much as I do…miss…our involvements, now is not the time to be remedying that.” She said. “Not until I fix you.”

            “I’m not some toy that you can take to tinkering with,” he spat. “I won’t turn out brand new, you foolish girl. Did you not see the book?”

            With a huff she marched toward him. “Dumbledore certainly must have thought I’d be able to help or he wouldn’t have sent me!” she thrust her hand down and grabbed his and in one fluid motion pulled him to his feet. He swayed unstable and leaned forward into her. Hermione was quick to wrap her arms around him and pull him upright before quickly taking a step back. She had longed to just hold him; to allow him to rest in her arms, but sadly, he had been proven right. He was dangerous. “Listen,” she whispered and held her hand out to him, clutching his hand for a moment. “I will help you; I fix this— this— affliction…” her voice trailed off. “Because…” and she felt the blush creep into her cheek as she spoke, thankful that he couldn’t see it. “…because…I do fancy having another go round once…well…once I’m sure I won’t end up bloodless in the process…” She squeezed his hand tightly and then let go, stepping back.

            Severus could feel a single tear forming in the corner of his eye. “Hermione—”

            “Look, perhaps you should head back upstairs and rest, I’m going to be doing more research, and you need your strength. Plus I doubt you’ll be much help as you can no longer read,” she added.

            He growled for a moment but then nodded. “Rest,” he repeated. He turned slowly and brushed past her as he headed back out of the kitchen toward the staircase in the cottage.

            “Severus?” she called.

            He stilled; hand gripping tight to the banister.

            “It will happen again, I promise. The sex was too good not to try for it,” she found herself smirking as she said it, hardly able to believe the words had come from her mouth.

            He simply nodded and proceeded up the stairs disappearing into the darkness. She had her work cut out for her.

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