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Some things better left unknown: part III

"It is with our passions, as it is with fire and water, they are good servants but bad masters." - Aesop

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There was something comforting about the dark. There was something comforting in the shadows, in the inability to differentiate shapes and objects. To feel almost cloaked, protected in its blinding confines. Snape liked the feeling of shutting his eyes and opening them again, seeing the same black inky air around him as behind his eyelids. Often he wondered what it would be like to be blind...would it be as comforting as this all the time? Would he still feel that warm, cloaked feeling? He thought not.

A strand of his own inky black hair had managed to make its way into his mouth during this calming experience. He made an exasperated face that include much frowning and brow furrowing, and he hurriedly pulled the long strand of hair from his lips, smoothing it back to its normal position by his pale cheek.

It was in the darkness that all other senses seemed to come alive. In the darkness, a gentle brush of a fingertip on a cheek sent shivers unknown in the light. In the darkness a scent was the guide to a walking path or destination. In the inky black hearing the slightest breath, gasp or anything of the sort was so much louder than usual. Snape liked the darkness for its many positive attributes.

But, it was in the light that Snape preferred to think.

In the darkness of the night or closed off room, Snape found his calming solace. But when mulling over certain things he felt the compulsion to be bathed in light. Almost as if he believed his ideas wouldn't be half as potent if he was bathed in blackness. A strange notion indeed, but one that he indulged in.

At the current moment, Snape sat in his office at his desk with candles suddenly lit around him. He knew that the candlelight flickered in his dark eyes, almost mirroring the flame. He liked how it looked. He'd happened to notice it on a passing fancy. He'd been getting ready to being prowling down the halls of the school many years ago when he'd passed a mirror in his chambers. Candles surrounded it for light, and it was then he caught sight of his own reflection. He wasn't one to indulge in his looks for he saw no use in it. What was the point in being a Gilderoy Lockheart if you had nothing solid to fall back on? In any case he'd passed the mirror, taken a glance in it because of the movement his own body made and let himself stop.

He'd made his features completely still, not daring to even breathe too deeply for fear that the delicate look to his face would fade. It was in the depths of that clouded mirror that he'd viewed the crisp outline of the flame mirroring in his dark eyes. Eyes so fathomless he himself didn't ever care to stare into his reflection for too long. But in that moment he'd seen the pull of them, the drawing fascination of them and he'd allowed a whisper of a satisfied smirk to pass his lips. He'd learned then that his eyes held more power than he realized.

He had been working on a lesson plan for the next day of classes but his mind had been drawn to something else. Or should he say, someone else? It was easy to get lost in thought at times, especially with a topic or subject of fascination. Too easily Snape was submerged in memory or thought, not noticing the passage of time. Time was so fleeting...

It was graduation tomorrow. A day until she would be gone, no longer would he have to live with her haunting presence in the halls and in his classes. No questions to be asked, no hands in the air, no disappointed looks at his scathing comments. He'd not have to view that pouting mouth, those gentle grins -never directed at him- or those dark eyes he'd become so enraptured with.

Severus Snape sat at his desk the night before the Golden Trio's graduation, his lips thinned into a scowl. Slowly his lean, pale fingers dropped onto the glossed table of the desk, a small mirror of his fingertips. His feet rested on the ground heavily, not moving an inch even though he'd been sitting there for several hours in though. His other hand gripped the armrest of his chair, his pale hands in a tight ball on the end, gripping it with intensity. His dark eyes stared at the empty wall of his classroom, and he aquired a rather speculative look upon his features.

He was in a foul mood to say the least. The last day of classes were always the worst. Students were always so antsy, knowing that this was their last day before a hopeful reprieve. Exams were completed, and those who failed Snape's class -there were only ever one or two- were those sent home with a horribly quiet yet frightening Howler from their 'evil Potions Professor'. When would they tire of those overdone insults? Overgrown bat? Greasy git? Vampire? The last one made him shake his head at their unoriginality. Hadn't they learned anything in Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Hermione Granger and her lot had been in his last class of the day, damn her anyway. She'd gotten the highest mark in his class -as usual and not unexpected- even though it had always pained him to give her such high grades in his class. He'd watched the intensity in her face as she made the potion, saw the way her brows furrowed in worry. Was she worried about him? Guilt racked him as he viewed her young face, pensive, waiting for his orders. Against his inner better wishes, he'd given her an easier potion than she was used to. He deemed that this was fair since she was probably harboring mixed feelings towards him after that night in his office.

Did he regret it? Somewhat. He would have loved to shag her. That much was evident by the tingling sensation that flooded him when he thought about that night. He'd shake his head at his foolishness, wondering why she had gotten to him in the first place. He supposed half of it was her actions. He'd been so certain Hermione would return to him.

He'd been wrong.

Hermione Granger had become quite a fascination with that night not so long ago. There was something he'd seen in her like none other he'd ever met. It was in her eyes, he believed. He'd actually become hypnotized by her without her even meaning to. He, who had prided himself on having those tunnel like eyes had become a slave to the muddy brown eyes of some girl. No. Saying they were muddy wasn't right at all. They were crisp in color and line and glossy shine.

He had half expected Hermione to run off to Dumbledore that night, screaming that he'd tried to take advantage of her...which he had on some levels. He'd been almost certain that she'd wanted him...all evidence pointed to it, and understandably he was still a bit confused at her actions although he supposed he knew why she ran. Fantasy was one thing, but being subtly propositioned by one's Professor -(who up until that point had made it clear he hated her)- was quite another. So perhaps she wasn't all to blame. He'd actually stayed awake most of the night, preparing for Albus' entrance and his dismissal in writing. He'd felt a pit of dread in his stomach if he heard the smallest creak within the confines of his chambers. But no dismissal came. Not that night or any other leading up to now. Was she waiting to do it tonight? Have him sacked now that he'd tested her? That didn't really seem her style.

This wasn't the only reason he was slowly becoming lost in thoughts of her. He supposed it was that after all his careful seduction, subtle sexual energy and milky voice she hadn't fallen for it like all the rest. If memory served, whatever Snape wanted in that department he got. Sex, respect, secrets...He supposed it was because his family was well off and quite well known and many knew it, or because his expectations were low.

Until now.

Perhaps he wanted Hermione because he knew he couldn't have her. Wasn't there a saying about forbidden fruit or some such nonsense? He couldn't recall. There were legions of reasons as to why he shouldn't and couldn't have her, and even more reasons as to why she wouldn't want him. But she had.

That night, that long and tension filled night had played about in hisd lid like none other. It didn't matter that they'd barely touched, that they'd barely spoken. Her imprint lay within his mind, every word spoken, ever glint of a smile on her lips playing in memory. It was a drawing, and intimate evening that he would be happy to live with in memory if nothing else.

He'd passed in the halls of the school on random occasion, to his mixed feelings she'd always had her nose in a book. Whilst up until this moment that was regarded as trermiermione Granger form, he couldn't help but feel the silent tension, observe that she was ignoring him. He'd had to see her in the Great Hall as he ignored her back as some immature revenge. He'd had to view her in his classes as he watched her from under his heavy lids. It was his punishment for trying to take advantage of a student.

It had only ever happened once before.

A seventh year student some years back by the name of Suzanna Cross. She was one of those young women who had been delicious to look at, and knew it. She'd come to Hogwarts for her last year of school; she was popular, and got along with almost everyone, including a majority of her teachers.

She had large dark blue eyes that sparkled, such a deep blue that they seemed almost unearthly. These were offset by her long raven hair that reached the small of her back in perfectly glossed waves that sparkled when she turned her head. She had a soft, cooing voice and skin that could only be described as creamy. It was as if Snape could reach out and brush her chin, only to feel soft cr�me beneath his fingertips. If that wasn't enough she seemed to be blessed with cheeks that were perpetually hued, almost as if a rose petal had been crushed against her cheek into a fine power and gently brushed against those cheekbones of hers. She was what Severus Snape could safely call breathtaking, and he wasn't a man to do so.

But it seems everything has a price. In Suzanna's case, she was not the most brilliant witch in the world. She always seemed to be at least two or three lessons behind in her classes and her peers. She grasped things fairly well when it was drilled into her mind, but as for independent knowledge she was quite at a loss, she always depended on someone else to help her. Tutors were often garnered.

Snape had been rather young at the time, and it was only his second year teaching at Hogwarts. He had experience with women, but not the kind he liked. Raping had never been something he actually enjoyed, unlike his other peers. Still in classes he was the stern and commanding teacher. Too often students would leave his class crying, wanting to return home to their parents. He had no tolerance for them and in his mind believed he was just getting them stronger to face life's adversaries. But did they ever thank him? No. Did they ever see that this was all for their benefit? Think not.

Suzanna was exquisite to look at though, and more often than not Snape would actually catch himself staring at her during the classes. He didn't think she'd noticed, but he didn't care. He'd get angry at himself for doing so of course, and then be even more irritable with his classes that day. He was a Professor...he wasn't supposed to act like that. To make up for it, he'd pick on her in classes...not that she seemed to mind. Then of course at the end of the day he'd go back to his private chambers and wank himself crazy, with her face in his mind as he spilled out all over his trembling hand. He felt horrible about it though...she was his student.

His seduction of Suzanna hadn't been anyg lig like his with Hermione, for he hadn't seduced Suzanna at all. In fact, she was the one who'd started it all by getting detentions with him whenever she could. It stared near the end of the year, when graduation was nearing and Snape was still irritable. Suzanna was always a very helpful girl, but he had no use for her when she did arrive for detentions. Too often she was sent to assist a very obliging Filch, and he'd miss the look of disappointment that crossed her delicate features.

Still she continued to get detentions, doing the stupidest of things in turn to obtain them. She'd start by wasting supplies here, continuous talking to her lab partner there. He'd get furious and yell at her for detention to which she'd give him a dazzling smile and reply, "Yes sir."

It was her calmness that provoked him, and this made him snappish for the remainder of the day. It was fairly evident she fancied him, and Snape -confused and angered by this- supposed he was half giving her detentions as punishment for enticing him so to the point where he wanted to fancy her back. He knew this was stupid as he thought about it later. She was a beauty that was almost not of this world, and he felt horrible about being taken in by such material advances since she had nothing of mind to be proud of.

At first he hadn't known what she was playing at until a very fateful night a few weeks before detention. Filch had been away for some reason, and Snape had reluctantly remembered that Suzanna had a detention. This had bothered him, but decided that he'd stop her continuous detentions and coy flirting.

He'd given her the mundane task of cleaning the useds ins in the storage room in hopes she'd be out of his sight for a better part of the evening, for he couldn't deny the mere sight of her made his mouth water. Plus, she'd probably be horrified at the various dead insects he'd kept in there, just for her. Imagine, getting her lily-white hands dirty! He almost smirked at the thought of her wrinkling her nose in distaste, screaming as she viewed the bug in the jar she was cleaning.

He'd merely ordered her what to do, pointed to the storage room and informed her that she had less than two hours to complete the task. She'd nodded and moved to the storage room, looking downhearted (Not that he noticed.) The sound of her cleaning the jars soon dulled in his ears and for a while he'd completely forgotten she was there. He'd been in the middle of writing a specific note for a potion when he'd heard her gasp from the room.

His quill had snapped at his sudden motions of the hand, sending black ink all over his new notes and making his dark eyes narrow in seething fury. He had frowned deeply, grinding his teeth in frustrated anger before standing furiously. He stalked over to the door of the room and pulled it open, glaring at her as she looked up to him. He decided if she hurt herself too much he'd send her to the Infirmary...perhaps that was for the best.

He made his way into the storage room and saw she was grasping her hand and bending over, making a grimacing face. He also noticed she'd doffed her cloak, and it pooled around her ankles. He supposed it was because it was so hot in the storage room. Still...he was growing uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" he'd asked in that rough voice of his, losing all of its silken timbre. He'd momentarily viewed the look of desire that had passed her face before she turned to face him, still holding her hand.

"I...I hurt my hand on one of the jars I was cleaning." She coed softly, her hair over one of her eyes as she remained bend over slightly, giving him a small glimpse of the flesh exposed between her school shirt and skirt. He tried not to stare, but failed miserably. He was about to say he had something for cuts when she suddenly released her hand and he saw it was free of marks.

"But it's better now. I suppose I just scraped it." she said gently, her melodious voice filling the room they were in. He'd narrowed his eyes a moment, slowly looking to her flushed face as she started walking towards him. It was then he noticed the way her eyes were sparkling, the way her hips moved under her skirt or the way her bosom subtly enticed him, barely hidden in her school shirt and he felt the initial uncomfortable panic descending into his frame.

"Fine." He'd replied coolly, feeling the subtle signs of arousal flooding his body. He stiffed and stared down at her, giving her an intimidating eyebrow raise and gla"Co"Cover up Miss Cross, and then finish the remainder of your duties for this detention."

"Professor." she'd said a bit desperately, coming over to him. Before he'd had a chance to speak she'd closed the door with her wand, leaving them closed off in the small and pitch-black room. He'd turned slightly, not even able to see the small outline of her frame in the small and now suffocating room. He tried to say something, but found his voice momentarily lost and instead his lips continued to move as if he was speaking.

He'd heard the ragged breathing from them both, and then heard the small footsteps in front of him. This wasn't the darkness that he liked. What was the stupid girl doing? He'd suddenly felt her hand on his arm a moment and her soft lips on his bottom lip. Jolts went through him at the touch and he'd pulled away instantly, feeling his body nearly jumpit tht the gentle contact.

"What are you playing at?" Snape had growled irritably, bringing out his wand and looking to the girl mere inches in front of him, her dark blue eyes staring up at his lips as he muttered. "Lumos."

"No." Suzanna had urged gently, grasping his arm and not letting go this time no matter how hard he tried to release her. He hadn't liked the sudden feel of her against his hips, or the way her breasts pressed up against him. He looked to her lips as she spoke to him softly, whispering in the dim light. "Professor. Please don't go...not yet."

"You are treading in dangerous waters Miss Cross." he'd whispered angrily back, furious that she was making him feel so unsettled. He'd want nothing more than to do more than kiss her. "This is most inappropriate behavior. You're lucky I don't add another week to your detention."

"I wish you would."

"Excuse me?" he'd asked puzzled, wondering if he heard her right. He'd held up the wand a bit, letting the minimal light wash over both of them. She'd been looking to him intently, the shadow of a grin on her full lips. He'd seen the obvious lust in her eyes then, it made her eyes positively shine and her skin flush. He willed himself not to stare at her lips. To think, he'd felt them on his own a mere moment ago, a brushed passing of lust over his own very lips.

"Miss Cross, if this is some ploy to get out of detention..." Snape had warned, looking down at her harshly, feeling his reason slowly leaving him. He knew that this was anything but a ploy to get out of anything but their clothes. He was instantly growing harder just looking at her, and he moved back, thankful for the most part to be clothed in darkness. He felt perverse nonetheless.

"Professor. I don't really have time to be coy." Suzanna had replied matter of factly, suddenly looking more and more businesslike as she looked to him. She smoothed down her dark hair and crossed her arms, looking deep in thought before speaking sharply.

"Professor, I find you very attractive. This isn't a joke or anything of the sort. I know that I'm a student, and I know that it�s probably against your convictions, but I am a willing young woman. I've taken a contraceptive potion, I'd like to shag you senseless if only for one night."

Snape had been gobsmacked. His eyes actually growing wide at her words. He hadn't expected her to be this forward, in fact he hadn't actually expected anything. He had always supposed it was just a student crush on a Professor, nothing more nothing less. But she was offering him something much more than cute kisses and love poems...and he wanted to reciprocate.

As if she saw his internal struggle, Suzanna pressed herself harder against him. His hands still sat on her shoulders, wanting to push her away but finding it near impossible with every small rotation of her hip against his own. Suddenly he felt soft huffs of warm air on his ear, and felt himself almost shudder at her words.

"And, I'm not wearing knickers..."

Perhaps it was the way her lips curled into a heart stopping smirk after she spoken the words that got to him. Or the way she'd slowly started to unbutton her school shirt as he silently gaped. No matter what it was, he'd suddenly grasped her by the shoulders and backed her up against the shelves of his storage room, his hip digging into her own as she gasped in delight. His wand lay on the self above them, casting a small shiver of light around them with the lumos spell still on it.

She was very soft against him, her body almost molding to fit his own. His heart beat madly in his ears but all he wanted to hear was her. It was in this urgent passion that he felt himself letting completely go. Already Suzanna had one leg wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressing lightly onto his chest, and her fingers digging deliciously sharp into his shoulder blades, even through the fabric of his robes. His own hands were cupping her bottom harshly, pulling her into him as she groaned against his mouth.

He was almost trembling at this forbidden passion he was engorged with, staring at her lips. Lips that had taunted him in classes, lips that had enveloped a spoon so expertly when eating ice cream in the Great Hall. Lips that he was literally aching to kiss at this moment. But he stopped, mere inches from her pouted and waiting mouth.

"This is wrong." he finally uttered against her mouth, his dark eyes locking with her own sparkling dark blue ones in an instant. It was like being swallowed by the depths of the most glorious ocean, he could barely look away. "I'm your Professor an-"

He hadn't even gotten the words out before he felt her soft hand slowly trailing down the front of his robes and subtly rubbing his already hard member. Oh Gods he was losing it. One hand made it's way to the shelf slightly above her shoulder as he leaned on it. She was good what she did, and it didn't occur to him to ask why. She was softly squeezing through the cloth, making the friction even more intoxicating as he hissed pleasurably through his teeth. Already he felt his limbs tightening at the feeling, his eyelids falling shut a moment as she looked at him with a small smile. She found him quite handsome like that, under her power.

"I won't tell anyone." she then promised in his ear, licking the lobe gently before letting herself plant a small kiss on his pale neck. He smelled lovely and shivered when she'd touched him. She felt his hands stopping her then, his delightful hands grasping her wrist and dragging her hand away. She thought he was angry with her, and felt a bit of fear intermingling with her arousal although it didn't show in her soft features.

Before she'd spoken he'd crushed his lips to her own harshly, watching as her eyes shut instantly and she'd arched against him as he devoured her mouth. That mouth was finally, willingly his. It hadn't taken him long to rip the shirt she was wearing, letting the buttons scatter everywhere around them, making soft plinking noises against the cold stone floor. Her skin had been warm though, so very warm against his cold hands. He knew she liked the feel though, she told him so.

It wasn't long before he'd attacked her welcoming nipples, small arching pebbles against his tongue, nibbling them gently in his hot mouth as she arched against his mouth, trying to make him suck them harder. She'd moaned quite loudly, and he felt the compulsion to cast a silencing spell lest anyone wander into the dungeon and hear moaning.

He'd moaned himself as she grasped his head in her hands, massaging his scalp as he cradled her breasts in his hands, making sure they got his mouth's attention equally. This was so wrong...and he loved it. She'd leaned forward and begun kissing his neck, sucking at him as he held in a moan at the feel of her lips and tongue circling his sensitive neck, then his throat. Soon he felt himself slowly spiraling out of control and felt himself tightening all over.

Before she could say anything he'd whipped off his trousers and slowly began sliding up her shuddering thighs with his member, up to the pulsating heat above. She'd cradled him in her thighs, looking at him with desire all over her flushed face. He'd kissed her lips many times that evening, somehow knowing that it was just tonight.

Suzanna had been egging him on, telling him how much she wanted him, how long she'd been waiting for this exact moment. It was in a moment of hushed enticements that he'd finally slid into her, and viewed the dark blue eyes that suddenly shone brighter than he'd ever seen before shutting in ecstasy. She'd let out a ragged breath of air before tightening around him, trying to take him in deeper.

He felt almost bad that this had to be so fast, that their joining had to be under such hurried pretenses. But part of him knew she was getting off on it, and he couldn't deny that he was as well. He'd began thrusting gently into her with even strokes, her back against the shelf holding the various potions that threatened to topple if he was any rougher.

"Deeper." she'd managed to breath, her eyes still shut and her legs wrapped around his waist. He was focused then, his hands on either side of the shelf behind her as he rocked into her, feeling the ripples of pleasure between the both of them. It was a blazing heat that went between them, circling and burrowing into their veins as they moved against one another, groaning and gripping at each other's shining bodies.

She gripped the sides of the shelf out of instinct, letting her head fall back as he gazed at her pale throat. Delicious. He thrust into her slowly at first, drawing out achingly slow before sliding into the wet heat once more, causing small moans to pass through his normally stoic lips. She felt like paradise. She felt how he hoped every sexual encounter he had from then on would feel like. Such intense abandon.

"Oh yes...Professor..." she'd managed to out out through the pleasure, fueling his arousal at the words. Professor. He'd watched the long neck of hers, glistening with sweat as she rocked against him and the shelf, her breasts softly bouncing in front of him as he drove into her. He wanted to suck on them, but found he was getting lost in other areas of the creature around him. He'd never felt so intensely aroused, and it might have been the location or the fact that it was wrong. All he knew is that he never wanted it to end.

"Faster." she'd finally uttered, gripping the shelf so tightly her knuckles were a harsh white in contrast to the rest of her hand. Her hips were grinding against his own as he growled, grasping her waist and driving upwards into her, pumping so and and so fast that when she finally felt the explosion of rapture within her, she screamed so loudly he had to cover her mouth with his own in fear that she'd break the silencing spell.

It had been a mere second later when he'd released himself, shuddering against her and letting his head fall against the hollow of her shoulder. They'd both been gasping for air, sof tof their hair matted to their faces and both slightly smirking for some unknown reason. He supposed in a way it was a conquest foth oth of them. She for taking down the guard of the renowned most hated teacher in all of Hogwarts, and he for shagging the most gorgeous girl to pass through the front doors of the institution.

Eventually they'd cleaned themselves up, fixed their clothes and he'd let her leave detention early. She'd given him a small, coy smile, knowing that there was a secret between them now. Then she'd pulled down her skirt and left without so much as a goodbye. In a way it hurt, although it shouldn't have for he would have done the same.

But now he realized, the very reason why he wanted Hermione. Because he couldn't have her. Suzanna Cross may have been a gorgeous young woman, but she also wasn't what people would describe as a prude. Far from in fact. Hermione though, had a sweet nativity that was uncommon in girls her age. A pure, untainted feel about her that when he was near her, he felt too.

So in a way he felt as if he'd taint Hermione if they coupled, although it wasn't enough to want to. He'd thought about it a bit since he saw her that night, and often he'd felt the pleasurable release of his hand at the thought of her fantasy. He'd wanted it like that, in her Head Girl room...

But Hermione knew better. Hermione Granger's of the world didn't shag their professors. They read books, they fantasized about their professors and they went on to graduate and have good jobs. They'd marry their t ret real boyfriend, lose their virginity on their wedding night, and perhaps have children later on after they'd settled into their jobs. They'd stay together, watching their children grow up...and then they would die. That was what girls like Hermione Granger grew up to do in his mind. Good girls.

So, it came as quite a surprised shock to him when Hermione Granger herself arrived on the evening of her graduation to his private chambers with a look on her face that he'd never viewed before.
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Author's notes: I know I know...short chapter. But at least there was some smut, right? *grin* It's just that, if I didn't update this now, I'd e a e a bunch more and not finish it for another two weeks...*dramatic eye roll* either way, thanks so much for the reviews, and there is more to come...evidently. cheers. holden.

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