pursuit | By : darkembraces Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 1955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was a bright sunny summer day when Hermione Apparated to The Burrow. She walked up the dirt path to the house, passing a couple garden gnomes trying to find their way back to the garden. She knocked on the door, and was welcomed in by Molly Weasley.
“I am so glad you could come in, dear,” Molly said. “Ron is in the kitchen. I am making him something to eat. You know how food always lifts his spirits.”
Hermione followed her to the kitchen where she saw her best friend. She hadn’t seen him in a month due to her new job at Hogwarts. Ron was sitting at the kitchen table; his head was bowed down, and he was blankly staring at nothing in particular. He had lost weight since she last saw him. His clothes hung loosely off his tall lanky frame, his hair had grown long and become messy, and his complexion was very pale. His eyes were sunken in, and had a lost look in them. Hermione walked over to him and sat down, with concern in her eyes.
“Hey, Ron. it is me, Hermione. I came by to see you.” She got no response and continued on. “I have moved into Hogwarts now. Do you remember me telling you that I was hired as the new Charms professor? I love being back there, but it isn’t the same without all of us together. Draco Malfoy is the new DADA professor; I know that sounds crazy. How are you doing?” Still no response. “I brought you some candy from Honeydukes. The chocolate frogs have new cards; I hear that Harry is one of them.”
Ron suddenly looked up at the mention of his friend’s name.
“It shouldn’t have been him, Hermione; I should have died. Harry should be alive to see his picture on a stupid card,” Ron rasped out in his barely-used voice. He stopped speaking, stood up, and walked out of the kitchen.
“Don’t mind him dear, he has just gone up to his room to take a nap,” Molly said as she patted Hermione’s shoulder. “He sleeps a lot. He needs to get back his strength.”
A few minutes later, the two women heard crashing noises coming from upstairs. Hermione went up to his room to investigate. She knocked at his door and heard sobbing. Slowly she opened the door and walked into Ron’s room.
Things were broken and thrown everywhere. The wall had holes that were each the size of a fist, and the mirror and window were broken. Ron was sitting there crying with his head on his knees while hugging his legs.
She could see blood on his now swollen hands. She walked over to him and pulled him into an embrace. She held him until his crying subdued, and he fell asleep in her arms. Hermione levitated him over to his bed and laid him down. While he slept, she healed his wounds, and charmed his room to be a safe place where he couldn’t hurt himself again. She turned to leave his room, but her exit was blocked by a stunned Molly Weasley.
Hermione led Molly downstairs to the living room. Ron’s mother was in a state of shock; she had never seen her son act in such a way, and realized just how serious the situation was.
“Do you now see why I wanted him to stay in the hospital?” Hermione asked gently. “He is a danger to himself. You didn’t see him the day he tried to kill himself with a slicing hex. I found him lying on the ground half-conscious with blood oozing from his wrists. That’s why I took him to St. Mungo’s; he needs a professional healer.”
Molly gathered her senses and responded defensively. “He will do just as good here at home with me. I will simply have to keep a good eye on him, now that I know what he is capable of. I raised seven children, including him. I think I will manage.”
Molly had moved into the overprotective mother mode, and Hermione knew there was no speaking reason to her now. She still wanted to wait at the house until Ron woke up, so she could say goodbye to him. After an hour of drinking tea and listening to Molly’s gossip, he came downstairs. Hermione got up and hugged him.
“I have to get going, Ron,” Hermione said. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Take care of yourself. I will come by as often as I can get away. Everything will be fine; you just need to get something to eat and grow healthy for me. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you too.”
With that, she left The Burrow and Apparated to Hogsmeade. She walked back to Hogwarts, her shoulders bearing a heavy weight that she knew wouldn’t go away for a while.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was closed up in her room with only a couple of candles lit, listening to Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos as loud as possible. Music helped to relax her when she was upset or emotional. It took her door guardian three tries to get her attention.
“My lady, you have a visitor. Shall I let him in?” the enchanted suit of armor asked.
Hermione was startled at first. She hadn’t realized her door guardian was able to enter her quarters. She calmed down and responded to him.
“Who is it?”
“Draco Malfoy, my lady, requests your company,” the knight informed her.
“Very well. Let him in.”
Draco strolled through the door with all the nobility one would expect from the young Lord Malfoy. He immediately knew that Hermione was upset about something when he heard the unmistakable music of Bach playing loudly in the darkened room.
“Seen Weasley lately, haven’t you?” he asked as he muted the music and brightened the room.
“He is not right. He had a violent fit today, and Mrs. Weasley still believes that she can handle everything. I am just waiting for the day the owl arrives announcing his death.” She laid her head back on the chair and covered her eyes with her forearm.
Draco walked over and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her out of the chair.
“Enough of this sulking alone in a dark room. You are reminding me too much of Severus; it is creepy. We are going to drown your sorrows in firewhiskey, on me.”
She reluctantly got up and freshened up. They walked to Hogsmeade; the town felt different when it wasn’t full of noisy children, as the students wouldn’t be arriving for another week. They seated themselves at a table in the Three Broomsticks.
“I’m in the mood for straight shots,” Hermione announced.
“Let’s make this a little fun, shall we?” Draco said, as he looked at her with a devious grin.
With a flick of his wand, a chessboard appeared with several shot glasses lined up on it. Each glass had a picture of a chess piece on it, and Madam Rosmerta filled each shot glass for him. Fortunately for Hermione, they were small shot glasses.
“This is a little game called chess, but with a few modifications I have made it worth playing,” Draco explained the rules to her. “I saw a similar game at a Muggle shop and recreated it. My version plays like regular chess with a few exceptions: if your piece gets taken, you have to take the shot. If my pawn gets to your side of the board, you have to take my shot. The loser has to finish all remaining shots on the board.”
He allowed Hermione the first move. The game lasted two hours. With most of her pieces taken, Hermione managed to use a last-minute strategy to trap Draco’s king on his side of the board with her queen and rook. Fortunately for Draco, Hermione had lost so many pieces that there wasn’t too much he had to finish off. The two professors staggered out of the bar and into the streets of Hogsmeade.
“I got a question for you, my ferret.” Hermione slurred. “Since you know him the best, tell me why Professor Severus is acting so weird around me?”
Draco started to laugh, and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I just said to him, I said, I would get down on my hands and knees and worship any man that could tame you. He took it as a challenge; he said he’d have you by Christmas. He is crazy; you know you’re impossible to tame. I think it is more likely that you will have him bound and gagged to the bed, my ferocious Mudblood.”
Draco tripped over a rock and landed on the ground laughing. Hermione huffed.
“I would not bind and gag Professor Severus to my bed,” she had taken to calling him this name in her drunken state. “If he were gagged, I couldn’t hear him beg for mercy. I would get him back for everything he has said to me in school, then I would shag him senseless; no use wasting a naked man tied to the bed.”
They both busted up laughing for a few minutes. When they finally calmed down, they stumbled back to the castle. They made such a ruckus that they attracted Peeves.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite know-it-all. My offer still stands,” Peeves leered at her and made a couple pelvic thrusts in the air. “Come on, it will be fun because you’re drunk.”
The two new professors burst out laughing even more at the poltergeist. Hermione let go of Draco and walked over to Peeves, while unbuttoning and removing her shirt.
“Here you go, Peeves — just for you.” She took off her bra and threw it at him.
Peeves caught it and zoomed down the hall, letting out a “woohoo” as he went.
“Hey, you’ve got nice tits for a Mudblood,” Draco drawled.
Snape heard the ruckus. He stormed angrily from around the corner. “Mr. Malfoy, if I ever hear you use that word again….” he began, but was rendered speechless by the sight in front of him: Hermione Granger was topless, her breasts out in the open before his very eyes.
“It is all right, Professor Severus. The ferret calls me ‘Mudblood’ all the time. It is sort of a term of endearment now.” She smirked at him and sauntered past the speechless professor. “What? Like what you see?” she taunted as she ran her finger across his chin. “You know, Draco, maybe I should tie him to my bed. Come on, I have some more firewhiskey in my room. Maybe you can win this time.”
They laughed, and left the stunned Potions Master in the hall with Hermione’s shirt and a hard-on.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. The sun hurt her eyes, and she felt nauseous. She was in serious need of a drink of water. She sat up slowly from her couch, where she had passed out. Her first order of business was to get up and use the bathroom. She looked down and noticed that she didn’t have a shirt on, but Draco — who was on the other side of the couch — was fully clothed. Last night’s activities suddenly came back to her, and she screamed out.
“Oh sweet Merlin, Peeves has my bra!”
Draco jolted up out of a sound sleep, startled by her outburst, then clutched his head in pain. “Why are you yelling? Oww, my head.”
“Sorry, Draco.”
He laughed softly as not to agitate his hangover, and responded, “After everything that happened last night, Peeves having your bra upset you the most?”
“Oh, shit, I forgot, Severus saw my breasts.”
“Yes, and you mentioned tying him to your bed, as well.”
She started banging her head against the wall and then winced. “Regardless of what I said or did last night, we need to see Severus for some hangover relief potion.”
Draco nodded and got up off of the couch. They both headed to the dungeons. They knocked on the door to his living quarters and were greeted by a very amused Potions Master. He ushered them inside, got two vials from the potions cabinet, and handed them each one. The new professors quickly downed the contents and instantly felt better.
“Thank you, Severus,” Hermione said, blushing while thinking about her actions the previous night. Severus noticed her embarrassment with some amusement.
“We will be going now. Thanks for the potion.”
Draco stood and walked to the door, with Hermione following close behind.
At the door, Severus held Hermione back for a moment and whispered in her ear. “If you ever feel the need to strap me to the bed, please don’t be too harsh with me, Hermione.”
He then shut the door behind her, leaving a blushing Hermione in the hall. All day long, she heard the staff talking about Peeves flying around with a bra; Hermione got many speculative glances. She vowed she would never again play chess with Draco’s rules.
* * * * * * * * * *
The worst part of her day was that evening at dinner.
Hermione and Draco were sitting together at the High Table, chatting about things. She was giving Draco her full attention, and didn’t notice Severus walk in with something in his hands. The Potions Master walked up behind her, and interrupted her conversation by dangling a blue button-up blouse in front of her.
“You forgot your shirt last night, Hermione,” he said, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, and implying more than what happened.
The staff table’s attention was on the pair. Severus smirked and sat down next to her to eat.
Draco burst out laughing, while Hermione finished her meal in contemplative silence. Knowing Hermione as well as Draco did, he knew she was up to something. The only time her mouth was shut was while she was reading or in deep thought, which meant Severus was in for a shock.
About five minutes into the meal, she struck. She slid her hand into Severus’s lap and placed her hand on his groin. Startled by the intrusion, he jumped, smacking his knee into the bottom of the table.
“Everything okay, Severus?” Albus called from his plate, with that damn twinkle in his eye. He was sure his new professors would behave once the students arrived to begin the school year, but until then, he would enjoy teasing them.
Hermione kept up her ministrations, and began rubbing and massaging Severus.
“I…uh…I’m fine,” he stammered out, quickly losing his composure. He grabbed his cup of tea and began drinking it quickly. He was growing hard. He glared at her, and she just ignored him while sitting there with an innocent look on her face. He gave in and began enjoying it; hell, what man wouldn’t. Besides, there were no students on the grounds.
As if she sensed his thoughts, she removed her hand, stood up, bid everyone a good night, and left the Great Hall. After a couple of minutes, Severus got up and followed after her. Hermione was strolling along, feeling pretty good about herself; she felt she had left with the upper hand. Speaking of hands, she thought about his reaction. She hadn’t thoroughly thought of the outcome of her payback, and wasn’t fully expecting to feel him harden. It was kind of nice, though; he was well-endowed.
‘I can’t believe I thought that about Professor Snape. What would Harry and Ron say about that,’ she sighed with some sadness.
Her walk was halted when she was grabbed from behind and spun around. She found herself pinned against the wall, while staring into a pair of black eyes.
“You’re playing with fire, girl.” He pressed his lips roughly against hers and began kissing her.
She stopped him. “I know about your little ‘challenge,’ Severus. Draco told me last night, so you can stop pretending that you are interested in me.”
Hermione walked off. He had never before shown any interest in her, so she was hurt, feeling that the only reason that he would now give her any positive attention was because of a dare of sorts. She would change her password before retiring to her room.
Severus stood there with his head against the wall, silently watching her leave. His heart was racing. He was doing something he thought he would never do; he was starting to fall in love with her. He had to have her and made that his new goal, no matter how long it would take.
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