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The Weaving	By : Jmedea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7955 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter II: Ponderings and Realizations

Severus Snape was stunned, literally and figuratively.

He had been annoyed when someone had knocked so persistently on his door. One would think the idiots would know better than to come to his office hours. He was going to be particularly unpleasant to whoever it was. He hoped the eyes of the creatures in the jars behind him looked like they were watching everything more so than usual today.

He wasn’t surprised when Hermione Granger came through the door. He was surprised by the determined look on her face as she moved swiftly towards him without his explicit invitation that she come sit in the uncomfortable chair in front of his desk.

He had known something was wrong when she moved around his desk. Was she going to try and kill him? Was she imperioed? Something was not right. That was when he went for his wand. He realized that he was a split second too late when her hands made a motion like she was throwing a blanket over him and he felt some heavy, something warm and moving settle on top of him, snaring him in place.

The Miss. Granger he knew would never have acted this way. Miss. Granger was always polite, waited for permission to come closer, was only over eager for answers to her questions. Miss. Granger was sexier than hell.

Where had that thought come from?

He felt an outpouring of power settle over him and he couldn’t move. He didn’t know what to expect. He only hoped that she made it quick. Wouldn’t they laugh to hear that he had been done in by a school girl after all these years.

Damn the girl! When it was so close to the end. When he had finally managed to set such a perfect plan on getting the Order to Voldemort. Just when he had begun noticing her as the woman she had become, she was going to betray them? Severus Snape felt his heart stop at the sharp betrayal. Of anyone to do it…her?

And then she had begun speaking.

“I’m horribly sorry Professor. It won’t last long and it’s only to help you. I hope you’ll understand later.”

Understand that she was trying to kill him? There wouldn’t be a later!

And then she had started casting something and her actions had stunned him again. Though this time much more figuratively speaking.

When she kissed his forehead, he wished he could close his eyes and savor the feel of her soft lips like he had only dreamed about late at night when no one else was there. Dreams that he had locked in his mind as deep and as far as he could bury them to make sure that Voldemort never saw them.

“Mine to yours.” Kiss. This time those lips were placed on his. Oh what he wouldn’t have given to open his mouth against hers and taste that mouth in the way that it truly deserved.

“Yours to mine.” Kiss. The base of his throat, he could feel his heart start trying to beat its way out of his chest. And her hair….so close to his face he could feel its softness, smell the soft cinnamon and clove scent of her in his nose.

If she was killing him, there was no sweeter way that she could do it.

“Meas pectas te adfero, quid sentes, contrecto et partes et capio, fine.” He began translating in his mind as she kissed him right above his heart. Could she feel it pounding against her lips? “I give my heart to you, everything you feel, I share and take on, Fine.”

What could this mean? What had she thrown over him? Why could he feel her heart beating with his? As she finished the spell he felt whatever it was that she had thrown over him seemingly tighten and for a second it was like their two bodies merged and existed together in the moment. It literally took his breath away when he could feel the surge of power push through her, into him, and back into her once again.

He was more than slightly bewildered now. He had expected to be in excruciating pain or worse, dead, by this point. When she had stunned him he expected the worse, but it almost seemed as if she might be saying….

No, not possible.

What was she doing? This wasn’t like anything he had ever seen before…but something nagged him in the back of his mind. What was it that he knew…?

She was speaking again. “My apologies once again Professor, but I hope it will help you and… it will help, it has to help! Just…when you’re doing what you have to do, know that it will give you the space that you need, you can count on that.”

She nearly fled the room. And here he was still stuck. He hoped no one else happened to wander by to see him this way.

He tried focusing on the feeling of the web that she threw over him. He couldn’t see it any longer, but he could still feel its throbbing in his very bones. He concentrated on the beat of the pulse, letting himself lose sight of the room and the feeling of being trapped in his chair. The rhythm was hypnotizing, he focused on the slow steady beat and slowly lost himself in its sound.

He suddenly realized he could see her still running down hallways, her bushy hair flying behind her until she suddenly ran into something, or rather someone. She emitted a squawk and ended up being supported by whoever it was, he couldn’t quite tell.

He experienced an intense surge of jealousy for whoever held her so close, which he would find rather odd at a later time.

That’s when he fell out of the chair. He gave an undignified squawk and picked himself awkwardly off the floor.

The vision disappeared. Whatever was holding him dissipated and he was once again able to control his own bodily movements.

Then his arm started burning and that thought, that little niggling thought that had been in the back of his head…also disappeared with his need to answer the summons of his other master.
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He returned several hours later, sore and tired. Voldemort had not been pleased with anything he had given him, though that wasn’t too unusual. Voldemort had been convinced that Severus was different somehow and had demanded an explanation, which of course couldn’t be given.

Severus thought himself lucky that he had managed to get away with nothing but a beating at the hands of Nott Senior.

He had locked this afternoon from his mind.

He wasn’t sure what to think about it, but at least now he had time to examine everything that had happened again in detail. The nagging sense of knowing what she did was still in the back of his mind.

He didn’t think that this was the kind of thing that he wanted to bring to the Headmaster’s attention either. The old man might like to think of himself as omniscient, but there were just some things that he didn’t need to know about.

What to do….? What to do….? He didn’t think that this was something to be ignored. He was pretty sure she hadn’t cursed him. What had she done?

He needed to know.

He suddenly had an idea. He blamed his tiredness and general weariness on not having thought of it before.

Moving quickly, he made his way to the library, managing to catch a Hufflepuff with one of his Slytherin’s in a corner behind a suit of armor. Really, he wondered as he gave them a dressing down, where was the taste these days?

He was lucky and managed to catch Irma Pince just before she herself left the library for the night. It was awfully late, and she was usually known for going to be at a reasonable hour. He was only glad that the main part of his beating wasn’t visible.

“Ah, Irma, I was wondering if you might do me a quick favor?”

Irma glared at him over her glasses. “This had better be important Severus.”

She never had forgiven him for sneaking past her wards as a student.

“Miss. Granger has come up with an interesting…experiment. I was wondering if I could see what books she has been looking at recently to ensure some of her…sources.” He made his voice the silkiest he could manage.

Pince sniffed daintily, nearly putting her nose in the air. “I can show you what she has checked out most recently, but that is all I can do. If you need to verify her sources, you should ask her to provide you with a list herself.”

The implication was obvious, it was late and Pince did not want to still be here. He smirked at her. “By all means, Irma…. please show me.”

She took her wand out and summoned a piece of rolled parchment from her desk.

“Thank you, Irma, you’ve been…quite helpful.” He smirked some more and made a show of slowly making his way back out of the library. Maybe this list would at least give him some sort of starting point on where to look to find an answer to his question.

Making his way back down to the dungeons was much more difficult than getting out of them in the first place. He was not as young as he used to be and he was tired, tired of the games, the politics, the torture... The pain potion he had taken when he had gotten back to his rooms was beginning to wear off. He was exhausted, he hurt and his mind was still spinning with the events of this afternoon.

His endurance was coming to an end. He needed his own bed. Too bad Miss. Granger wasn’t there waiting for him.

God, he had to stop thinking like this.

And then, almost as if the thought of her connected into whatever it was that she had done, he was seeing her again. He stopped to focus on this new vision. She was hurrying down corridors again.

This time right towards him.

His smile took on a new edge. It wasn’t going to be him who was surprised this time.
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Hermione was taking a chance being out this late. But she was no longer a student and she was dealing with Order business. She didn’t have any curfews anymore and she needed to finish one last thing before she could finally collapse into her bed. Today had been the day before the last night of the full moon and one of the reasons she had decided to cast not only her weaving for Professor Snape but also a few smaller protection spells for Harry and Ron. She felt like she was running out of time.

She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. It was her only excuse about how easy it was for him to take her by such surprise.

One moment she was nearly running down the hallway, the next she was being swept into a small niche under black robes, pinned against the wall by a hard, lean body much taller than her own.

It took her a moment to gather her breath back to her before she managed to look up to meet hard black eyes. She really hadn’t needed to look up to know who it was who held her so tightly pressed against the wall, but she knew that if she didn’t look up, he would think her a coward.

“Miss. Granger…” purred that silky voice. Inside she began melting just a little bit. Oh God, he was going to kill her. She should have known better than to wander around after hours, especially after doing what she had done today.

Her eyes were caught by his and she couldn’t look away. “Well, well well…. what do we have here….a young woman who shouldn’t be out after hours….? And one who casts mysterious spells on their former professors at that. What should I do with you…? More importantly, what did you do to me?!”

“Professor Snape…oh….I don’t have time to explain everything right now! But it will help you, I swear!”

“Help me do what, little girl? And why are you trying to help me?”

Hermione was caught. She couldn’t possibly tell him the truth. “Because you need some help, sir! Others may not believe you’re on our side, but I do. Someone needed to do something for you.”

“Why Miss. Granger, why don’t I believe you? I do believe that you are stretching the truth somehow. I think you had another reason for doing whatever it was that you did today. And believe me Miss. Granger, I do intend to figure out whatever it is that you did.”

He could feel her trembling against him. Her big brown eyes were wide and slightly terrified. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her lips were just begging him to lean down just a little more and take the taste that he had wanted earlier today.

“Professor…?” Her eyes, if anything, got bigger. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the day he had had, maybe it was because she had started something that afternoon whether she realized it or not, but he gave into the impulse and leaned down to capture those soft lips with his own.

It was easy to part her lips with his own and stroke into her sweet mouth with his tongue. It took him a minute, especially in the heat of the moment, to realize she wasn’t resisting, that in fact her tongue was rubbing against his with abandon, that her eyes were closed and she had gone slack in his grasp.
Could it be…? Could Miss. Hermione Granger…want him?

He growled, low in his throat and returned to focusing on nothing but the taste of her and the feeling of her curves against his body. He shifted her until he had one arm under her bottom, pulling her off the floor, pressing her legs wide so that he could settle his body in the cradle they made. He ran his other hand up to her breasts, cupping one in the palm of his hand. His cloak covered almost all of them from anyone who might come along.

Her arms came up to wrap around him, pressing herself even closer to him if that was possible and she had started making soft noises low in her throat.

He finally pulled back on a groan, suddenly realizing that he really did have both hands full of warm Hermione. They were both breathing heavily, both not sure quite what to say.

Hermione was the one to finally break the awkward moment. “Oh Severus, do it again.”

And with that, the rest was easy. “Wrap your legs around my waste, girl.” She did as he said and he carried her down the corridor, take a sharp turn before whisking her through one of the many secret passageways that ran throughout the dungeons to his rooms.
He walked them through his sitting room, not pausing to ask for further consent. She was his now, right at this very moment and the fact that her lips still clung to his ensured that he would not be stopping without verbal dissent on her part. He was not a good man and if she didn’t understand that, she would soon enough.
He laid her down on his big, four poster bed. The room was dim, but he nudged the burning embers into a small fire with a murmured word and allowed his entire focus to be on her.
She was wearing a button down shirt, not unlike her school girl days. The buttons were easily undone and her plain, white bra was torn off in a hurry. Neither of them seemed willing to slow down.
She had medium sized breasts that filled his hands perfectly, tipped with small, pert pinkish brown nipples that responded quickly to his touch. He couldn’t help but bury his mouth between them and savor her taste, before moving his mouth to take one between his teeth and gently biting. The groan that caused was enough to make him even harder than he already was. He continued to lick and suck at her succulent nipples, nipping at the hard peaks, spanning her tiny waist with his big, work worn hands.

But he wasn’t alone in his adoration of his body. She reached up and nearly tore his vest and shirt off. Her hands felt like heaven over his bruised chest. Neither of them had the patience to wait much longer. Slow loving could happen later. In the here and now, it was too much.

He pulled her skirt down over her hips, tearing her basic white panties down with the skirt. The neat brown thatch of hair revealed made his mouth water and this time, it was his own moan that he couldn’t contain. She spread her legs for him and he could see her glistening wetly for him, even in the gloom of the bedroom.

And then he could smell her. He nearly lost it right then and there.

He cupped her in his hand and trailed a finger between her soft folds, finding her hard clit. Gently tweaking it, loving the sight of her arching up and writhing at his touch, he played with her long enough to make her cry out his name before roughly thrusting one finger up into her tight wetness.
Throwing himself to his knees by the edge of the bed, he took his first taste of her sweetness. Hermione cried out as his tongue swept between her legs, working in tandem with his finger. It didn’t take very long. He didn’t have the patience to slow it down and prolong her pleasure. He felt her body start to grip his finger and he added another, making sure to stroke that spot deep inside of her that made her wail.
Her release flooded his mouth, her hips arching off the bed to thrust his nose harder into her folds. He used one arm to hold her down, forcing her to feel each spasm he forced on her.
He was relentless, not letting her come down, forcing her into a second orgasm before letting up and pulling back.

He reached down and undid the ties of his pants, finally letting himself free from the confines of his own clothing. He was hard and nearly pulsing with his need to have her.

He leaned down over her, placing himself at her entrance. He cupped her face, “Hermione…” his voice was rough with his desire, “Hermione, I need you to look at me.”

Her eyes slowly opened, locking on his, her chest was heaving, brushing her nipples against his own. He pushed his cock into her entrance just a little bit, making her legs spread just a little more, and her eyes began to close again before she realized that he had stopped.

Her eyes opened once more. “Severus…! If you don’t fuck…” and with that, he thrust himself all the way in her, as far as he could go, her startled eyes still locked on his.

The heat of her was nearly unbearable, and between her body wrapped around his and her wetness cradling him deep within her body, he thought he might die. This time it was both their eyes that closed with the pleasure of it all. He had to grit his teeth when she shifted in a tiny movement, causing her muscles to tighten around him.

Through sheer force of will, he was finally able to get his wits about him once more and began a steady thrusting rhythm that made them both cry out in ecstasy. Both of them realizing that maybe, both of them had just gotten lucky enough to find what they had each been searching for.
Severus felt Hermione’s muscles gripping him even more tightly, signaling her release and he allowed himself the pleasure of losing himself completely inside of her embrace. She cried out, biting his shoulder and that was enough to trigger his own release. He lost his rhythm, his thrust becoming uncontrollably wild and he felt that burning ache at the bottom of his spine implode harder than it ever had before.
His own head was thrust back at the power of his release and he could do nothing but pound away at the entrance of her cervix with all the pleasure she had given him. He came and came, shooting his cum deep inside her, until she had wrung every ounce he had to give.
His body drooped over hers. His hair, having come undone somewhere in the midst of everything, hung in sheets around both their faces, blocking the rest of the room outside of just the two of them.
When he could open his eyes again, he found hers staring up at him in wonder.
Her body gave his another squeeze from an aftershock and they both shuddered.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his body fully down on hers, making sure his weight wasn’t crushing her much smaller, more delicate body, and he reveled in how she felt against him.
Cradling her against his chest, he stroked his hands through her riotous curls until her eyes drooped and she curled further into him. When her breath had fully evened out and sleep took her, he finally allowed her warmth and softness to allow his own weary body drift into sleep, never realizing that her hand sought out his sometime in the night, and didn’t let go until morning.

A/N:
Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I have significantly edited this story. It's been abandoned for too long!
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