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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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Severus was two paces ahead of her as they ran through the house. The high pitched sound was coming from the floor with the students in. Hermione’s mind raced along at a pace far faster than the one they were running at. What of one of them was hurt? What of one of them had attracted the attention of the Revenant and it had done them harm? What if it was nothing at all and they were panicking over nothing? If that were so, she’d hex the brains off them and then some.
By the time they arrived, the scream had stopped. The silence that filled it instead was almost as deafening. She looked at Severus, unsure what to do. He motioned for her to check the girls while he opened the darkened room that the boys occupied. A quick nod and she pushed the door open. Stepping inside, she found everything in order. The regular sounds of sleeping children greeted her and she frowned. A whispered, “Lumos,” had her wand emitting a soft glow. All the girls were safe, in their beds and sleeping soundly. It must be the boys that had caused the scream… Then again, surely it would have woken one of the girls if it was that close. Shaking her head, she doused her light and left the girls in peace.
Severus was waiting for her in the corridor, his face a mask. He jerked his head and she followed him into the kitchen. The kettle was on before she had a chance to sit down and he leaned against the wall, “They boys were all asleep,” he said.
                “As were the girls,” she nodded, “At least it was nothing to do with the children.”
                “Indeed,” he said as he began making the tea.
                “So you think it could be this spirit?” she asked. Crossing the kitchen to slide into one of the seats, she rested her head on her chin and suppressed a yawn.
                “I would assume so.” She took the tea he gave her and turned to watch him as he slid into the seat opposite it, “I would also assume it took offense to what we were doing at the time,” he added as he sipped his tea. She flushed as she realised exactly what he meant.
Something in his demeanour had changed. Gone was the easy companionship they’d found in his rooms, now he was back to the formal man he’d been when they’d first entered his home. She shifted uncomfortably under his dark gaze and felt herself flushing. If her lips weren’t still tingling, she’d have thought the kisses were just a dream and that they hadn’t happened at all. She felt the almost overwhelming urge to place her hand on his, to reassure both of them that it was alright and there was nothing wrong with what they’d done. Just satisfied some curiosity and that she didn’t mind. Not at all. In fact, if her were to do so again, she’d not stop him. She’d not be able to stop herself either for that matter.
She kept her hand around her mug, unsure whether the contact would be welcome and not wanting to push him away. “So what now?”
“Now, Miss Granger, you will take yourself to your room. You’ll sleep through the night and continue to work as though nothing happened.” His tone brokered no argument and she nodded. When she caught his eyes, they were as hard as flint and she swallowed.
“But it did happen, I’m not going to pretend I felt nothing either,” she snapped. His eyes narrowed at her defiance.
“Miss Granger.” His tone was a warning, one that she acknowledged, and then ignored.
“Back to formalities are we? Professor?” she knew it was petty but the reversion stung, “Next thing you’ll be doing is taking bloody house points from me like I was still a child.”
He crossed his arms over his chest but remained silent. Seeing that as permission to continue, she let her explanation flow, “And don’t you think that I’m going to block out what happened between us completely. I won’t show any difference in front of the children but I’ll be damned before I start denying it. You’ve no idea what caused the noise and I suggest that we should explore a little more before we conclude that the spirit wanted us to stop kissing,” she explained. She wanted to add ‘and never do so again’ but the stern look on his face stopped her.
“Are you done?” he said. She nodded and sat back in her chair, sipping her mug with as much defiance as she could muster. She sank into silence, focusing on her tea, waiting for him to speak. “Perhaps an alternative reason is there,” he said eventually. She looked up. “Now is not the time to go looking for it however.” A quick check of the clock on the wall told her it was indeed getting late into the night. No matter how much she wanted to investigate the matter, he was right. She snorted and gave a nod before draining her tea.
Standing, she took her mug to the sink and gave it a rinse before placing it on the draining board. As she crossed the room to the door, a thought occurred to her and she smirked. Turning back to him she raised an eyebrow, “There is one way to test your theory,” she said simply.
“And what is that Miss Granger?”
Choosing to act, rather than speak about it, she crossed the kitchen once more until she was standing beside him, closer than was formally proper. Her arms curled around his waist where he sat and she leaned in to press her mouth on his. She felt his frown as his face changed but it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. He remained frozen for a long moment before she felt his arm curl around her, drawing her in closer and deepening their contact. The taste of him flooded her, his scent wrapped around her and she felt her knees begin to tremble as his hand curled into her hair, resting at her nape, holding her in place so he could explore her thoroughly, sending delightful sparks rushing up her spine as the delightful sensation registered within her.
Her hand curled up to his shoulder, using his to keep her balance. If he let go of her, she knew she’d fall to the floor in a pathetic whimpering heap. His kisses were like melted chocolate, his touch sent waves of satin through her and she knew she’d be ruined for anyone else from now on. She didn’t know how much time had passed when he broke the kiss. One look into his black eyes saw them smouldering at her and she swallowed hard, a flush on her cheeks.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m something you want to devour.”
“Why not?”
She blinked at that. Then it hit her. “Because I might let you actually do it.” He laughed. It was a genuine mirth that issued from low in his throat. Here was the man who she’d been spending the evening with, the tension gone from his body. She let out a sigh and a smile crept onto her cheeks. “At least it wasn’t us that made it scream.”
His hand brushed a lock of her fluffy hair back from her forehead and he claimed her once more. A deeper, more precise kiss that had a similar effect to all the others, leaving her weak kneed with a hammering heart. Where on earth he had learned to kiss like that was beyond her. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to know. This time, she was the one that broke the kiss. Her plump lips tingled and she knew her eyes were shining as much as his. “And you tell me off for looking at you like that,” he whispered close to her ear. His breath sent a shiver down her once more and she wiped her sweat soaked palms on her legs.
“And you wanted me to forget that this ever happened,” she said with a playful shake of her head.
“Nothing in front of the students,” he said. All trace of playfulness had left his voice and she nodded.
“Of course.” It made sense. They would then be more interested in what they were doing than studying and it would make her job that much more difficult that it already was.
“And no informing anyone else at Hogwarts either, the last thing I need is a crotchety Minerva getting on at me for seducing her staff,” he said. There was a mild chastisement in his voice and she felt a little miffed that he thought that was something she’d do.
“She’d more likely tell me off for being a burden on your attentions; I’ll not kiss and tell.” This seemed to satisfy his wishes and he visibly relaxed. Hermione brushed his cheek with her thumb before reaching up and kissing it softly. His grip tightened around her waist and she was drawn closer to him, if that was possible. Warmth radiated from him and she let it flow through to her for a long moment.
“You should go to sleep Hermione,” he said. She let out a sigh, they were back on first name terms again it would seem. She nodded and as if on cue, a yawn escaped her lips.
“What about the screaming?”
“Do you doubt my abilities to keep you all safe?” he replied. She shook her head knowing that it was the truth. “Then do not worry.” He released her waist and the cold flooded into the space he had so recently occupied. She shivered a little despite herself.
“Good night then,” she said. She felt more than a little awkward now that she’d taken a step back. She waved her hand and looked at the floor. Before she could scoot out of the kitchen, he pressed his cool, thin lips to her cheek with a smile.
“Sleep well.” He whispered before straightening up. With that, she strode from the kitchen and headed to her own rooms before she could change her mind.
When the door was shut and warded behind her, she leaned against it and let out a sigh. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry or do both. Crossing to the bed, she fell onto it with a grin. Laugh it was then. Her thoughts scattered around her mind. She’d kissed Snape. The awful man who had taunted her as a child, made her education difficult and her life with Harry and Ron even more so. He’d dogged their steps and humiliated them in front of their peers in a way that no tutor had a right to do. Then again, she’d just snogged one of the war’s biggest heroes and what’s more, he seemed to enjoy it too. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers and giggled, they tingled and if she ran her tongue over them, she could still taste him.
Focus Hermione! This wasn’t the most important thing going on right now. There were death eaters to round up, children to educate and a Revenant to research. She could hardly afford to get distracted by her ex Potions master and how delightful he had kissed her. She smiled again, feeling every inch the love-stuck school girl as she climbed into her bed. No, this wouldn’t do at all. As she closed her eyes to sleep, the sensation of his mouth on hers drifted passed her again and she shivered, if he was that good with his mouth, how good was he with his hands? She sniggered at the inappropriateness of the thought before finally falling under the spell of slumber.
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