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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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After a week I was fully healed and feeling like myself again. Hermione was still walking on eggshells around me, clearly concerned that I was suffering from post-traumatic stress. She didn’t understand that bullshit like that was simply par for the course for me. Part of me enjoyed her constant fretting though, so I didn’t do much to dissuade her.
It was late in the evening the following Saturday. Hermione and I had been working nonstop since 9 am and had just put the cauldrons away for the night. We had finally produced a stable version of her potion and were celebrating her triumph. I fried up some sausage and eggs, way too exhausted to do anything fancy, but she inhaled them just like everything I made for her. We were recounting our many failures, reminiscing about the explosions and the enormous messes we’d made.
“Remember when you decided that the fire was too cold so you poked it with your wand?!” she choked out, bent over double from laughter, “I’ve never seen a plume so high in my life!!”
I chuckled, bumping her with my shoulder playfully, “That’s not funny! I had to regrow my eyebrows!”
“That’s right! That was the second hair disaster! Remember when we were super tired, and I laid my head down on the desk?!”
“Your hair burning is literally the worst stench I’ve ever experienced in my life! And I’ve smelt INFERI!” I exclaimed, making a horrified face.
I fell backwards onto the couch, lying down spread-eagled. She giggled and jumped on top of me. I let out an “oof!” as her weight landed on my stomach, and I instinctively grabbed her under her armpits. “NOOO!!” she screamed, apparently ticklish. I cackled evilly, holding her tight to my chest with one arm as I mercilessly attacked her ribs with the other. She screeched and kicked and flailed about, but she was woefully out-muscled. After a couple seconds I stopped annoying her but kept her pressed just as tightly to me. Her entire body was lying atop my own, and I found that her slight weight was unbelievably comforting. I felt like I’d never have trouble sleeping again if I had her as my own personal blanket every night. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my chest in a ridiculously adorable sort of way.
Then she looked up at me, eyes bright and shiny with laughter, and there was such trust in her gaze, that I just dove…
She had no Occlumency walls up at all. The fabric of her being spread around me luxuriously, stunning me as always with its subtle perfection. She was a glorious abstract mosaic of reds, yellows, dark purples, and, strangely, and great deal of pinks. I pulled on a vibrant ruby thread, and a scene from a few months ago swam into view. It was the night she’d finally brewed Wolfsbane perfectly without any help from me. She was so proud, I could feel it bubbling in my chest, invigorating and effervescent like champagne.
I refocused and tugged a bright, lemony strand. It was the night I gave her the presents. I watched from her eyes as she pulled the spectacular robes out of the box. She noticed that the fabric, though black, somehow still reflected light. It shone in the firelight, glimmering like onyx. Her chest was filled with all-consuming, blazing joy. He really cares about me! He must have spent over a hundred galleons on all of this! And he cooked that incredible dinner just for me! He went to so much effort, and was so thoughtful… He must like me! He has to! Why else would he do all this?!
Feeling my own delirious ecstasy joining and intermingling with her own was nearly orgasmic. High on this discovery, I pulled an adjoining aubergine thread, moving a couple minutes forward in time. Lost in the swirling delirium of our emotions, I fell headfirst into her memory.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. He really does like me! AHHHH!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! Desperate to touch him, I tentatively slid my fingers under his shirt. He gave an involuntary little shudder, so I boldly laid my hand flat against his skin. He groaned, pressing against me deliriously. I’m doing that to him! Just by touching his back! I can’t believe it!
I let my second hand join my first, lightly stroking his back in a way I hoped wasn’t super awkward. Gods I’m so stupid! I have no idea what I’m doing! Why would I think an experienced man like him would ever look at me as anything but a scrawny, ugly, little geek?!
He grabbed me roughly by the hip with his powerful, long-fingered hand. I bet he could nearly encircle my entire waist with those things… I could feel him stroking the the waistband of my knickers, hopefully planning to remove them soon. His other hand was on my lower back, pressing me against his erection. I rubbed against him, trying to encourage him to keep going. I dug my nails into his back, silently urging him to go lower, lower.... gods please I’m dying!
I was throbbing between the legs and my underwear were uncomfortably sodden. I wanted nothing more than for him to kneel before me, rip them off of me, and remove some of this awful pressure that makes me feel like I’m going to faint if doesn’t just touch me right fucking now!!!
“Why did you do all this, Sir?” I whispered, terrified out of my mind for his answer. “Because it’s Christmas holiday and I wanted to,” he answered, and his voice was husky and unreadable. Feeling guilty, I started to say, “I feel bad I didn’t get you anything.”
“Hush,” he murmured in that deep, incredibly sexy voice, “you’ve given me so much more than you could ever imagine, Hermione.”
Oh my gods what does that mean??? He can’t keep playing these games with me! I can’t stand it! He HAS to want me! It can’t just be his body responding to me! He wouldn’t have gone to so much effort if he didn’t care… At least a little…
I need to make him see me as more than his student. I have to. I can do this.
I whispered his name, trying to sound bold and sensual but utterly failing.
But then his hand was on my face, stroking my cheek with a touch as light as silk. He gripped my chin between his fingers, staring fiercely into my eyes. I tried to return his expression with confidence, hoping I didn’t look like the awkward little girl I was desperately trying to prove I’m not.
Then his rough, callused thumb was gently caressing my lower lip. I kissed it reflexively, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Encouraged by his response, I took the tip of his finger between my lips. He let out an enormous, animalistic groan, and a thrill of electricity shot through my stomach and straight to my clitoris. Delirious with desire, I stroked his thumb with my tongue, swirling around and flicking the tip playfully.
He was grinding his hips lewdly against me now, and I didn’t even care that it hurt. I was completely drunk on power. I bobbed my head a couple times, sliding my mouth along his thumb in a truly pornographic manner. I tried to feel ashamed of my desperate display, but I couldn’t manage it.
Suddenly, something snapped inside of him, like a rubber band that’s been stretched just a bit too far. His eyes went dark, and his expression was predatory. He grabbed me by the neck and the behind, squeezing me uncomfortably hard, but I didn’t mind in the least. I was staring at his lips, begging him silently to please just kiss me. He was so close. So close. He loomed over me, I stretched as far as I could, desperately trying to get closer to him. So close. Please. Please. GODS PLEASE JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!

I surfaced from her mind, not wanting to relive what happened next. I looked at her in awe, unsure what to do with this new information. I was utterly paralyzed with shock. She frowned and scrambled off of me when I didn’t respond after a few minutes. She started to look panicked, and grabbed her bag off of the floor. “I should go…” she mumbled, blushing furiously. She dashed into the dungeon hallway and disappeared.
My limbs were all numb and tingly. A high-pitched ringing echoed in my ears. My mind was bizarrely blank, as if the power had been switched off at the source. I grappled with my sluggish thoughts, trying to understand what I’d just seen. Finally, a single voice broke through the fog of shock and disbelief, SHE WANTS YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!
I leapt to my feet and sprinted after her. When I reached the entry hall, I saw that the front door had been left slightly ajar. Following my instincts, I flew out the double doors, scanning the dark grounds for her. I saw a set of footprints heading down to the lake, so I followed them. There was a full-fledged blizzard going on, and I wrapped my cloak tightly about myself, squinting desperately to see through the impenetrable whiteness.
I caught up with her on the shore of her lake. She was shivering and soaking wet, wearing only thin leggings and her class robes. I grabbed her from behind, spinning her around by the shoulders. I wrapped her in my cloak, pulling her petite form to me. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she sobbed dejectedly. “Hush. Hush. None of that,” I whispered hastily, drying her cheeks and eyes with my sleeve. “Please don’t cry. You have nothing to cry about. Nothing at all. Nothing.” I placed a dozen little kisses all over her face as I spoke, trying to reassure her.
She looked up at me, and her face was so hopeful, so gorgeous, so perfectly brilliant in every conceivable way. Every sense of responsibility within me fell away, and I had no fucks left to give. Fuck Dumbledore. Fuck the Dark Lord. Fuck this school. Fuck propriety. Fuck all of it.
“Are you sure about all this?” I asked urgently, “You’re really sure?”
She nodded fervently. Her fingers were laced behind my neck, pulling me inexorably downward. I could feel every curve of her body as she pressed against me. I was desperate for her. Sick with need. I was a dying man in the desert, and she was the oasis. I was a sapling, stretching frantically for her radiance. She was the air, and I just had to swim harder, to push through the surface and breathe her in…
With a great burst of daring, I buried my hands deep in her glorious mane and pulled her face to my own…
I had a split-second impression of sweet succulence- ripe fruit, warm tea, firewhiskey…
Then a piercing sting shot between our lips like a tiny bolt of lightning. She shrieked, jumping backwards and grabbing her face. I let loose a stream of truly scandalous curses while furiously casting massive orbs of fire across the frozen lake with my wand.
“What the fuck was that?!” she panted, grabbing her bottom lip where the pain was still slowly receding.
“I can’t believe I fucking forgot!” I yelled, quite deranged, still sending plumes of fire into the now partially-melted lake. “The fucking ward! How could I forget the fucking ward?! I’ve been obsessing about kissing you for MONTHS and it never once crossed my mind that I can’t even fucking do it!!”
“You’ve been thinking about it for months?” she asked, grinning at me flirtatiously.
“ARRRGH!!! DON’T YOU SEE IT DOESN’T MATTER! NONE OF IT FUCKING MATTERS! WE CAN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING!!!”
“What are you talking about?!”
I explained impatiently, “In the late 1700s Hogwarts had this ridiculously corrupt Headmaster for a couple decades. He had these ideas about building a superior wizarding race or something. Typical horseshit. The point is that he cultivated an unfortunate habit of seducing and impregnating his students. Nothing he was doing was technically illegal at that point in history, but the school governors didn’t like the idea of him making the school into his own private teen girl harem, so they passed a bylaw requiring a ward to be placed on the castle. It prevents professors and students from kissing or touching each other on their… uhh… nude private areas, for lack of a better term...” I finished lamely with an exhausted shrug.
“So every time we kiss, we’ll get shocked?” she inquired, mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Even though I’m of age to consent?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck…” she groaned, kicking at a snow bank angrily.
“Indeed.” I pulled her back into my cloak, resting my chin on top of her head. She cried silently into my chest, trying valiantly to hide it from me. I rocked her gently, pressing kisses to the top of her head. There was nothing to be said. I simply held her and watched the snow, wondering why I couldn’t be allowed just one tiny spot of happiness in this fucked up mess I called my life.
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