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Broken Dreams	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34536 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A:N/ Hehe... Oh yes and btw...it is damn hard finding an actual Latin translator. So if that little bit is obscure, I know and I apologize.

Hermione looked up briefly, catching a glint of something move in the corner of her eye. Chalking it up to the darkness of the room playing tricks on her eyes, she turned back towards her cauldron. Dragging the stirring rod through the liquid and suited with how it felt, she then added the required amount of rose oil. Despite the pungent aroma of the draught, the rose oil smelled sweet, even if it clashed with the acridity and stung her nose.

"For the love of Merlin, this smells terrible," she complained, stirring the mixture again. Just then a hand closed over her wrist, causing her to yelp loudly.

Hermione instantly darted back, colliding into a firm body. She dropped her wand and the stirring rod in the process, and causing her cd player to clatter loudly on the counter top.

"What the hell!" she hissed, yanking the skewed headphones off her head. Hermione huffed angrily when she realized that tendrils of frizzy curls managed to tangle themselves around the cord, and it took more than a few seconds to become liberated.

"Succi atra, Miss Granger? You were stirring it entirely too roughly," a deep voice told her. "It's not a bowl of porridge; you of all people should know better."

"Oh, talking to me now are you?" Hermione snapped, picking up her wand and the length of glass and plunging it back into the cauldron. "I suppose you've just come to make me all wound up again."

"As if I'd deem to take the time out of my schedule to do so," he replied drolly. "You are still turning that rod entirely too rapidly. Does nothing I say penetrate that thick skull of yours?"

Hermione's hand paused, and she inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep from getting angry again. "How would you like me to do it then, Headmaster?"

Severus remained silent yet put his hand back over hers. His movements were more fluid and much more slower compared Hermione's previous motion.

"You see, everything doesn't need to be a bloody rush, Miss Granger. I know you're a perfectionist but you need to learn to excise patience."

Hermione grit her teeth, slightly discomfited at the feel of Severus standing so closely behind her, his slightly calloused hand atop of hers.

"You're a good one to prattle on about patience," she groused. Catching the rhythm that Severus was forcing her hand with, she continued moving at the slower pace, able to breathe freely when he released his grasp.

"Excuse me?"

"Was I not clear enough, Professor?" Hermione taunted, feeling slightly bolder now that she was unable to see any sneers sent her way. "You snap at me at every turn, and you're now talking complete and utter bollocks."

"You insolent little chit," Severus nearly growled. "I'd watch your tone, especially considering where we are. Have you forgotten that no one knows where you are, or the fact that you can't even so much as see where I'm standing?"

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she fervently hoped that Severus was unable to hear the slight hitch.

"The irony. I've walked into the roaring lioness' den, and here she is cowering in fear," he taunted.

"Who said anything about being afraid?" Hermione retorted, trying to keep her voice steady.

"You're a terrible liar, Miss Granger," Severus replied silkily, his breath grazing against her left ear.

Hermione shivered involuntarily, realizing that Severus was again standing at her back.

"It's not as if I need to look at you, but believe me, anyone that was keen in the slightest would be able to take one look at your face and catch you in a lie."

"So is that why you came here? To point out that I'm rubbish at telling lies? You might have spared me the visit, Headmaster."

"For a witch that's obviously quaking in fear, it seems that you're still unable to control that tongue."

"Why should I?" Hermione finally snapped. "Why should I be the only one on the receiving end of your vitriol? I believe it's about time for the shoe to be on the other foot."

Hermione would have kept up with her tirade, only she was grabbed so suddenly by the wrists that she dropped her wand and stirring rod again. One moment she was standing before her cauldron and the next she found herself pinned against the wall, both wrists easily held above her head by one of Severus' large hands.

"Your lips say that you aren't afraid, but your body betrays you," Severus told her in a dangerously low voice.

Hermione couldn't see anything at all, but was scared to find herself pressed against the cold, rough dungeon wall. She was horrified when she found that her body was indeed trembling, her heart pounding an erratic rhythm against her chest.

"Let me go!" she seethed, futilely trying to yank out of his ironclad hold. Hermione tried kicking out a leg only to have Severus wedge one knee sturdily between her thighs, his body firmly pressed against hers.

"Glad to see that I have your attention," he continued, easily thwarting each of Hermione's attempts of freeing herself. "Now, I don't give a damn about your petulance, but you will hold a civil tongue when addressing me."

"Civil! Do you call this civil?" Hermione snapped angrily, her breath shortened from thrashing about with Severus mashing her diaphragm. "You have me pinned against a wall and have the nerve to speak about manners? Severus Snape you let me go!"

"I'm completely unfazed by your dulcet tones, Miss Granger. However it would be prudent for you to remember that we are alone in a dark lab, with my knee pressed against a most inviting place. Unless you wish for someone from the Slytherin common room to overhear you, I'd remain silent."

Hermione bit down on her lip nervously. She'd been trying to ignore the fact that Severus had his knee pressed almost flush against the most intimate part of her body. It would have taken a mere shift of her hips for her clothed core to meet with his knee.

What was worse, she nearly wanted to move her hips, as a sudden desperate urge to rub her heat against him took hold.

"Let me go," she uttered again, her voice a little higher than a whisper.

"Give me a reason."

Hermione struggled against his hands again, unable to move even a scant inch. His one hand felt like iron fetters, though, it didn't cause her any pain.

'Hell in a hand basket,' she thought desperately to herself, thinking the man had finally flipped. Severus usually exuded an exceeding amount of self-control; however, all thoughts of reason seemed to have abandoned him.

Between the still bubbling cauldron and being made into a Hermione sandwich between Severus and the stone wall, it felt as if the room had grown even hotter. The air was thick and humid, with the faintest traces of rose wafting about. It nearly reminded her of Trelawney's cloyingly over-perfumed and stuffy Divination classroom.

Almost regrettably, Hermione found that she was able to smell that familiar, delicious scent wafting from where she presumed to be Severus' neck. If she had been able to move her head forward, it seemed she'd be able to stick her tongue out to taste it.

Severus' breath was lightly tickling her face, and Hermione mused that their position felt more intimate than when they'd slept next to one another. She instantly felt compelled to gravitate towards the man, the manner in which he would react never crossing her mind. Standing on tiptoe as much as she was able to, Hermione blindly moved her head towards Severus', slowly brushing her lips across what felt like the corner of his mouth.

It was rare that Severus became ruffled. Hell, he'd been a double agent for as long as he could remember, and showing emotion was never an option. But the moment he felt Hermione's pillowy soft lips pressing against his, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

"Sir?" she whispered, feeling the suddenly rigid man against her.

"You kiss me and then call me sir? Seems a little backwards, don't you think?" Severus gruffly asked after he'd found his voice.

"Can you let go of my hands how? My shoulders are starting to hurt."

"Only if you promise to be a good little witch. I'll restrain you again if needed."

Hermione nosily exhaled. "Fine." She felt the hand move from her wrists and she sighed with relief at lowering her arms.

"Why did you kiss me?" Severus asked darkly.

"I don't know," Hermione admitted nervously, slightly shocked at her bold actions. She was inwardly thanking every deity known to her that the two were standing in a blackened room. Every bit of nerve that she'd mustered up would have most likely abandoned her had she been able to look directly at the headmaster.

"Don't give me that rubbish," he snapped. "Everyone does something for a reason, and I'd like to know what yours are."

"I don't know!" she repeated, moving both hands to the front of her and pushing slightly on Severus' chest. "I just...wanted to."

"Is that so, Miss Granger? Do you realize what would happen if we acted upon our every whim, just because we wanted to?"

Hermione was about to answer 'no' when she felt both arms being pulled from in front of her and held down by her sides . Severus' lips firmly descended upon hers, his knee simultaneously pushing against the seam in the crotch of her trousers.

Unable to keep from moaning slightly, Hermione felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach that she knew had little to do with nervousness. Her body was humming with suppressed delight, and had Severus not been holding her hands down, her fingers would've surely clutched onto the black, woolen material of his suit.

Her head lolled to the side when Severus moved his mouth to her neck, roughly licking and biting at the sensitive skin. Hermione felt as if her body wanted to tense up and go slack at the same time, and she fell further onto the intruding knee, causing it to press directly through her corduroys and onto her clit.

Keening loudly at the sensation, Hermione wished Severus would kiss her again even if it meant his lips had to move from the tender spot at her neck. She'd removed her cloak earlier, and beads of perspiration managed to form beneath her clothes, sliding down her damp body.

"Severus," she moaned breathlessly. "Please, let go of my hands."

"What for?"

"I want to touch you."

Severus let go of Hermione, moving his knee from between her thighs and stepping all the way back. Her legs felt weak and she sagged against the wall, trying to keep from completely falling down.

"Why did you stop?" she groaned in frustration.

"Because I wanted to," came his even answer.

Hermione reached out in the dark, her fingers fluttering against Severus' hair. She wanted to stamp her foot like a child having a tantrum when he smoothly stepped back out of her grasp.

"It's time for you to return to your room," he said, his own breath sounding a bit short.

"But-why? Why not-" Hermione stammered, unable to form a single coherent thought.

"Don't ask inane questions. Do as I say."

"But my potion, it's not done-"

"Go! Now, go on."

Hermione fought to steady her breathing, pushing herself up from the stone wall. She began making her way to the lab table only to be roughly yanked back.

"Don't make me tell you again," Severus' deep voice growled at her ear.

Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine and was unable to keep from trembling. 'How the hell does he know where I am in here?'

Although a large part of her wanted to know what would happen if she defied the headmaster, the other part of her was completely overwhelmed. Common sense kicked in and told her that it would be in her best interest to take heed of his words.

"Sir-" she began feebly, only to become neatly cut off.

"What did I say?" he all but hissed, making Hermione flee towards the door. She fumbled with the latch and flung it open, running out of the laboratory and into the dimly lit corridor.

Hermione was still trembling uncontrollably when she got to her room. She had to sit down on her bed, wrapping her arms tightly around her body in an effort to calm herself. While Severus managed to scare her witless, he also made her become aroused beyond the bounds of anything she could have ever imagined.

There was still a tingling in the pit of her stomach, not to mention the insistent thrumming between her legs. Her lips felt flushed and swollen, and she was sure there was a large red mark on her neck from where his lips firmly latched onto.

'What. In. Bloody. Hell?' Hermione thought despondently to herself when she realized she was licking her lips, remembering the delicious, minty taste of Severus' mouth.

He hadn't been gentle in the least, nor could she say that he was rough. Despite the man pinning her down and rendering her helpless, Hermione knew that he would have been able to do so without resorting to such tactics. His lips alone had turned her brain to mush.

'This is your bloody fault!' she inwardly chastised. 'What the hell were you thinking kissing him like that!'

His personal scent of sage and sandalwood was still tickling her nose. Bringing an arm up, Hermione groaned realizing that she indeed smelled like Severus, most likely from his body pressing completely against hers.

Forcing her breathing to slow down, Hermione went into her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She was dabbing the moisture off with a towel when she noticed a large, deep red mark mapped across her neck.

Hermione was in disbelief that she and the dour headmaster had snogged, and that he'd given her a love bite.

"Damn," she spat, peering at the bruised skin. It was large enough that she wasn't sure if even a glamour charm would conceal it.

Hermione wasn't sure if she'd be able to face the headmaster in the upcoming week. He was right about one thing; she wore her emotions like a badge.

Walking back into her room, she hastily stripped off her damp clothes and slid beneath the duvet, clad only in her bra and knickers.

Her mind kept replaying being pressed against the wall by Severus and kissed until her wits were addled. Hermione closed her eyes, but it took her a long time to fall into a fitful sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she found that the mark on her neck had vanished and a vial of neatly labeled Succi Atra on her bedside table along with her folded cloak, wand and cd player.

"Well done, Miss Granger!" Professor Slughorn told Hermione that afternoon after checking her potion.

She felt slightly guilty about handing in something that she hadn't made, yet felt slightly redeemed as it was the headmaster's doing that she'd been unable to finish.

"Now I have some business to tend to. Would you mind grading a few exams?"

"Not at all, sir," Hermione replied, inwardly groaning.

Slughorn gave her a broad grin before directing her into his office and at his desk. He waved gaily before disappearing, leaving Hermione with a stack of exams from the third and fourth year students.

"A few exams," she grumbled pulling a quill and well of red ink towards her. "A few exams, my arse."

Slughorn was gone for more than a few hours. Hermione became so absorbed in grading exams that she didn't realize the seventh years had filed into the classroom. She'd just began looking over the fourth years' work when a student knocked on the office door.

"Umm, excuse me, Miss Granger?" came the timid voice. Hermione looked up to see a shy Hufflepuff named Mariana looking at her. "We weren't sure if you wanted us to wait or-"

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, hastily gathering up the pile of parchment. "Thanks for getting me, I'll be out in a minute."

Mentally cursing her mentor, Hermione looked front, right, and centre of his desk until she found the exams Slughorn had prepared for the day.

The students settled down after she walked into the classroom. "Same rules as before, everyone," she said, flicking her wand and sending the stack floating down to their desks. "Eyes on your own work, and if you require assistance raise your hand."

A few of the less polite students scoffed at the apprentice, bu2t immediately frowned when they peered down at their exam.

'Good for you,' Hermione thought smugly seeing their panicked expressions. They were always the ones giving her a hard time in class, and of course the ones that always found themselves unprepared.

Appeased with the students diligently focused on their work, Hermione took her place at the desk on the teaching dais and continued correcting the previous exams.

Occasionally looking across the classroom to make sure nothing was amiss, Hermione continued with her work. The sounds of quills scratching across parchment filled the air, sometimes with shorts bursts of muffled giggling.

Each time Hermione looked up to locate the offender, yet saw nothing but students with their head bent over their desks. Narrowing her eyes, she bent her own head back over the sheaf of parchment in front of her.

She was busying trying to decipher the words on one exam. 'Might as well be hieroglyphics,' she thought of the student's terrible handwriting. 'Did they dump their entire ink well across their exam?'

Hermione abhorred sloppy work. It had always worked out well in her favor when she was a student. If Professor Snape had seen so much as a single ink splotch on a student's work, he would rip it up and demand that they write it over.

Ron had usually been the one cursing up a storm as he redid his work, complaining that his hand was cramping. Each time Hermione warned him to take his time, he'd sneer at her and continue writing hastily, sometimes not wiping the end of his quill off after sticking it into the ink well.

Hermione was nearly growling with displeasure. Not only had this lazy fourth year splattered ink all over their exam, they hadn't bothered to use any pounce and she now had smudges of black covering her palm.

She was in the middle of using her wand to scourgify her hands clean when she looked up, seeing the headmaster standing calmly in the classroom's doorway.

"Pritchard and Zegny, ten points each from Ravenclaw and detention for the next two weeks!" Severus' deep voice boomed across the classroom. He'd flicked his wand, causing both student's exams to come flying across where he deftly caught both and burnt them into ashes.

'Crafty buggers!' Hermione thought, her face red with embarrassment.

It was mortifying, to say the least, to find the headmaster catching two students cheating on their exams right beneath her nose. She was only slightly mollified when she found that it was the same two boys that scoffed at her when she walked into the classroom.

"Collect your belongings, I want to see you both in my office," he continued.

The young men stood up and look rather shamefaced as they picked up their rucks. Too embarrassed to look at their classmates, they shuffled out of the room, cringing when they passed the black robed headmaster in the doorway.

Hermione was still staring at Severus when he turned to walk out of the classroom in a flurry of robes, never once looking in her direction.

If Hermione was irritated with Slughorn before, she was, now, positively seething. She reasoned that if he'd been in the classroom instead of skiving out, then he'd have been able to make his rounds up and down the aisles. Now she was going to be blamed for the two miscreants, by none other than the former Potions' professor and Headmaster.

Throughout her years, Hermione never once came across a student that had been mental enough to attempt to cheat in Snape's class. The idea alone of what sort of punishment he would have cast was deterrent enough.

Feeling agitated and slighted, she practically stamped down off the dais and walked up and down each aisle until the bell rang.

It wasn't until after Hermione finished correcting the seventh year's exams that Slughorn returned.

"Still here, Granger?" he asked, sauntering into the room.

Her brown eyes nearly went wide, and she had to bite down hard on her tongue to keep the choice words on the tip of it from falling out.

"Yes sir," she replied with forced politeness. "I had to proctor the students exams after you didn't return. The headmaster actually came in and caught Justin Pritchard and Owen Zegby copying off one another."

"Oh, those two," he said dismissively.

Hermione's mouth fell open, wondering how the man could behave so nonchalantly after being told that two of his students were caught cheating.

"Well then," she continued tightly after regaining her composure. "I've corrected all of the exams and left them in your office. If that's all, I'll be on my way."

"Yes, yes, see you at supper!"

Hermione walked out of the classroom and into the corridor, half expecting an owl bearing a red envelope waiting for her outside.

Finding that she was in the clear, Hermione made her way through the throngs of students scattered about. Their sounds of loud chatter dwindled as she crossed over to the quieter side of the castle where she resided.

Hermione was in her room all of five minutes when there was a knock at her door. "One moment!" she shouted, running out of her lavatory and padding across the room in bare feet.

"You must have a locator charm on me, I just came back," she said pulling the door open expecting to see Ginny standing on the other side.

Instead, she found the raven-haired headmaster, minus his teaching robes with a surly look on his face.

"Miss Granger," he curtly greeted.

"Headmaster," she said in a shocked voice. "Do you want to come in?"

"No. What I have to say will only take a moment," he replied, stiffly standing in her doorway. "Your lack of cognizance was most abysmal today."

"What?" Hermione snapped, her mouth falling open. "But it wasn't-"

"What did I tell you about interrupting me?" Severus interposed without missing a beat. "You should know better than to give students an exam and ensconce yourself in a corner of the classroom."

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if Slughorn-" Hermione continued hotly.

"Miss Granger, I'm not going to repeat myself. Now those two dunderheads have detention with Filch until the end of term. However, should I catch any more student cheating under your tutelage, you will be the one to take the blame. Is that understood?"

Hermione felt the previously unshed tears in her eyes finally brimming over and falling down her cheeks. Never in her years as a student had she ever cried in front of the man, and she felt like an idiot when she was unable to help herself now.

'Of course I'd be the one at fault,' she thought bitterly. But what the hell was she supposed to do, leave the students alone to find the Potions master? Or send a Patronus out, asking Slughorn to please return to the classroom?

Hermione's anger was rolling off of her in constrained waves. Apprenticing already had her busy for most of her days, then she had to calculate in Slughorn's lackadaisical proclivities. Both of which left her already short time considering lacking. On top of it all, Severus refused to listen to anything she had to say, leaving her feeling even more frustrated.

"Miss Granger," she heard him say. She'd been too ashamed to look Severus in the face when she began crying, and had her eyes blurrily focused on his black, dragonhide boots. Looking up, she saw that he was holding out a white, linen handkerchief.

"You and I both know that Slughorn is incompetent," he continued as Hermione dabbed at her face. "That is why it's your job to make sure that you have everything sorted out when the man decides to get bladdered at each passing whim."

Hermione sniffled yet stopped crying, surprised at hearing Severus admit a less than stellar sentiment about his colleague. If he'd ever voiced any distaste about the other professors, it had never in her presence.

"I trust that we have no further need to discuss this."

Hermione shook her head, clearing her scratchy throat before speaking. "Thank you," she uttered, holding out the tearstained linen.

Severus didn't move an inch to retrieve the item. He merely turned around, his black hair flipping about his face before walking away.

Walking back into her room, Hermione sat down in her armchair, tracing a finger along the hand rolled hem of the handkerchief. Had she not been in such a dour mood, she might have laughed at the fact that Severus owned something that wasn't black.

Holding the material back up to her face, Hermione found that it smelled just like the man that recently reduced her to tears. She was instantly reminded of their shared kiss and her lingering ill-fated desire..

She admitted to herself that his scolding hadn't been terribly harsh. Harry had seen far more of the headmaster's temper than she'd ever. Still, it hadn't gone unnoticed to Hermione when Severus only looked at her as an apprentice that made a small muck up, any hints of their brief tryst absent in his black eyes.

Hermione was nearly too wound up to go down to the great hall for supper. She felt angry knowing that she had to face the pain-in-her-arse mentor, and nervous about seeing the headmaster.

However, both men barely looked her way when she took her place at the dais. Looking out towards the students, she found Ginny staring at her, making a silly face when their eyes met. Laughing quietly and shaking her head, Hermione made a note to catch up with her friend after dinner.

"Are you busy this weekend?" Ginny asked Hermione as they walked arm in arm once the meal was over with.

"No, why?" she asked.

"Ron and Harry are going to be in Hogsmeade and they want to catch up."

"Oh, is that what they told you?"

"Yeah," Ginny continued. "Harry owled me earlier this week, and told me to tell you to come out with us."

"The little swot, I bet he did," Hermione grumbled. "Yes, sure, I'll go with you. And believe me, they're going to get an earful."

"You've got that look in your eye," her friend said laughing.

"What look?"

"The look that means someone is going to be on the receiving end of your wrath. Oh well, I don't mind so long as it's not me."

"You idiot," Hermione laughed."Let's go find Luna. Maybe we can convince her to come with us on Saturday instead of playing with the Thestrals."
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