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Unleashed - Book 1	By : loola Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5453 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unleashed
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 5
- 6
The couple reappeared seconds later in the bedroom at the top of the house, which had been inhabited by Buckbeak all those years ago. Hermione drew away from Severus immediately and pulled out her own wand, as he scanned the room quickly to ensure that they were alone, his wand held out in front of him like a sword. Severus turned to her, his face business-like and cold once again.
�We have lost our advantage. Rosier will probably be searching the house for us now � he�s a fool if he isn�t. He may even have been able to track where we apparated to, so we will have to move quickly. We�ll make our way to the third floor and awaken Arthur and Molly, and then down to the second floor to wake Nymphadora and Moody. All right?�
He had bent down to speak to her so they would be standing eye to eye, and as Hermione nodded in nervous response to his instructions, he grasped her elbows in a movement that he hoped would comfort and reassure her.
�Good girl,� he whispered and Hermione took the hand that he offered her, holding onto him like a life-line, and allowing him to lead her over to the panelled, cobwebbed door. Severus opened it a mere crack and peered out, his body tight against the wall to keep himself as invisible as possible.
All was silent and dark outside the room. Severus opened the door a fraction wider, and as he could still hear no noise from below them, he opened it just enough to allow his and Hermione�s bodies to ease through the gap, and pulled her through.
Once out in the darkened, damp corridor that was full of a strange, musty smell, Severus shut the door with a small click and tugged on Hermione�s hand as he headed over to the staircase that would lead them down to the third floor. Once there, the first room on the right would hold Molly and Arthur�s sleeping bodies, and they would be able to awaken them, and Arthur would be able to use the line Dumbledore had given him for emergencies to contact him.
Hermione, however, was frozen in the place where she was standing, in perfect view of anyone who should happen to progress up the stairs. Severus went back over to her and pulled on her hand, hard. She merely looked at him with ghostly eyes and didn�t move a muscle.
�Hermione,� he hissed, feeling anger welling up inside of him. �Now is not the time for your dramatics!�
She didn�t respond, so Severus grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. �For Merlin�s sake, Hermione!� he whispered as loud as he dared. �Get a grip on yourself, woman!�
To Severus� immense relief, Hermione seemed to come back to herself at his words and she nodded her head and murmured,
�Yes. Right.�
She set off across the corridor and down the staircase as though in a dream, this time she pulling Severus instead of the other way around. Hermione didn�t know what had come over her, but she had been momentarily paralysed by fear � all she could think of was her previous experiences with Death Eaters � the Battle of the Department of Mysteries when she had nearly died at the hands of Antonin Dolohov; various attacks on Hogwarts during her final year, one of which resulting in the death of Madam Hooch; a run-in with Goyle Senior in Diagon Alley that would have left her raped and alone in a dingy back street had it not been for Dumbledore and Tonks who had arrived to rescue her; her parents� deaths�
Death everywhere. Whenever there were Death Eaters involved in a situation, you could nearly always be sure that someone would suffer death at their hands. She supposed that was what had frozen her so � a horrible selfish fear that she, or one of her friends would be their next victim. She had eluded death for so long that the prospect of fighting these monstrous beings had overwhelmed her. But then Severus� reassuring, sensible voice had cut through her ridiculous thoughts, and she felt alive again. Fearful, yes, but she also felt the thrill of the fight looming ahead of her. The thought of avenging her parents� deaths�
***
Severus frowned slightly at the sudden change in Hermione, but put it down to nerves, and filed the information away for perusal at a later time. A time when their lives weren�t in mortal peril, perhaps.
They reached Molly and Arthur�s room rapidly, and, upon seeing the deserted corridor before them, they slipped inside. Severus didn�t trust the silence however � it made him all the more on edge, and he judged that Hermione felt the same from the way her small hand gripped a little tighter onto his. As they slid into the bedroom, Severus couldn�t help but notice for the first time how neatly her hand fitted into his.
Molly and Arthur�s bedroom was filled with the droning noise of Arthur�s snores. Despite herself, Hermione had to suppress a small giggle as a particularly loud snore from his side of the bed seemed to rattle the very windows in their panes. Severus looked down in surprise at her soft snort of laughter, but found himself smiling slightly back at her as she glanced up at him with eyes that were half full of mirth and half full of something else that reminded him of when she had been at Hogwarts.
�It�s fear,� he realised with a jolt. �Fear of me � of my reaction. She thinks even now that I will judge her or tell her off for laughing.�
For some reason this thought disturbed Severus more than he wanted to contemplate, and so he resolved the situation by dropping Hermione�s hand as if it had scalded him, and striding over to Arthur�s side of the bed. Hermione joined him seconds later, and a bright pink blush fled over her cheeks.
Molly and Arthur were cuddled up in bed together, which wouldn�t have been so embarrassing if the covers hadn�t fallen off of them a little to reveal Molly�s nightgown-covered breast cupped in Arthur�s hand. Severus barely managed to contain his own snort of laughter at the scene, and Hermione, who had been feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his presence, relaxed, and allowed herself to laugh good-naturedly with him for a moment.
�Together?� Severus asked her in his rich baritone moments later and Hermione nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. She hastily moved around to Molly�s side of the bed, whilst Severus tactfully drew up the covers to their chins to avoid embarrassment all around when they awoke.
The pair leant down together, and in one swift movement, they nudged the couple in the bed forcefully, awakening them immediately. Arthur sat straight up in bed and reached for his spectacles, flinging his arm out into Severus� groin in his hurry.
Molly sat up hastily in bed at Severus� groan of pain as he turned away from the bed, slightly bent over, his hands cupped to his crotch area.
�What � what�s going on? Hermione, dear?� Molly mumbled, clearly more than slightly confused to awake to find Hermione and Severus in her bedroom. But Hermione was no longer standing beside Molly. She had rushed around to Severus, and was now touching him gently on the shoulder.
�Severus � are you ok?�
He nodded tersely and ground out,
�Don�t worry about me. Tell them what�s going on. And quickly!�
Part of him was disgusted that Hermione had come to him first � he thought he had explained to her that time was of the essence! Merlin, she could be so irritating sometimes � he wasn�t injured, it had just been the shock of the impact in such a � tender � area that had made him wince. He drew himself up to his full height and turned back to them bed, a grim expression on his face, as he bottled away the last few twinges of pain that shot through him.
He felt his expression melting a little, however, as he watched how gently, but quickly, Hermione informed the Weasleys of the situation. Once she had completed her tale, they both jumped out of bed, Arthur clapping him on the shoulder by means of greeting, and began dressing themselves in anything they could find to put on over their nightclothes. As they were doing so, Severus informed them that he and Hermione would go downstairs and wake the other members of the house.
They left the room as cautiously as they had left the other rooms in the house; the suspicious silence still reigning over the gloomy, shadowed hallways. Together they crept downstairs, but Severus did not reach for Hermione�s hand this time � something stopped him just as he was about to. Instinct told him that he was already growing too close to this girl to be safe � life had taught him that you should never grow close to anyone if you wanted to survive, no matter how trustworthy you might think them to be.
For Hermione�s part, she distinctly felt the loss of Severus� comforting hand in hers as they crept down the corridor, Severus leading the way and Hermione following a little way behind, her wand poised in front of her. She was already wracking her brains to remember all the curses and hexes she had taught herself over the past few years, ready for the wand-to-wand combat that would undoubtedly come.
Fear stalked up behind Hermione and made her shiver as she remembered how confounded and upset Severus had looked as he had regarded Rosier � she knew just as well as he did that Rosier had died in combat for the Death Eaters years ago, and yet there he was�
Hermione didn�t think she had ever seen a grown man look as haunted as Severus had done when he first realised who the man was. Of course, Hermione would never have known who he was if Severus hadn�t been there. The last person she had expected to look so confused and overwhelmed was Severus � he was always the strong, uptight fighter, who never let his guard slip, especially in front of students, be them current or former.
As she had regarded him, looking so lost and alone, a small part of Hermione had wanted to reach up, wrap her arms around his neck, bring his head to rest upon her breast and rock him to sleep. But then she had remembered exactly who she was dealing with, and although he sometimes behaved to the contrary, Hermione knew how much Severus Snape hated her. She saw it in his eyes when he didn�t think she was looking, and it made hatred and anger rise up in her throat like bile, burning its way back down as she swallowed her emotions and got on with things as best she could.
They finally reached the bottom of the staircase and Hermione was so involved in her thoughts that she walked straight into Severus� back, not realising that he had stopped on the bottom step to look around them. She braced herself for his angry comments, but he just put out an arm to prevent her from falling as she tripped over her own feet and began to topple to his left, and shoved her, not roughly, behind his back again. When she caught a glimpse of his face he looked thoughtful and wary, his teeth clenched and eyes narrowed slightly. His wand was out before him, and he surveyed every inch of the hallway before them, before taking a tentative step into the corridor, which seemed to be even darker than the previous hallways.
The moon had disappeared completely behind the clouds, and Hermione had to squint to make out the dark shapes of the Gothic carvings on the walls and banisters.
It was too quiet. Unnaturally quiet. Both Severus and Hermione knew it, and Severus could feel her shivering slightly behind him, although he suspected it had nothing to do with the cold chill sweeping through the building like mist. The whole place seemed to suddenly reek of death and hopelessness, and Severus felt his head swim slightly. He blinked rapidly and swallowed several times as the air around him began to take on a misty, whirling appearance. He heard Hermione attempting to suppress a cough behind him as his own airways started to block up. He felt like he was choking on thin air and spots began appearing in front of his eyes, not disappearing no matter how often he blinked.
Hermione collapsed against his back, her weight hard and heavy against him as his own body began to slip to the floor. He couldn�t figure out what was happening to them � whenever he tried to think, it felt as though there was heavy fog right inside his head, pressing tightly down on his brain and rendering him incapable of normal thought processes.
Behind him, he could hear Hermione�s breath coming hard and fast in short, sharp pants that sounded loud enough to burst his eardrums. He wanted to whisper to her to breathe more quietly � she would give them away if she carried on like that � but he couldn�t seem to form the words with lips that felt as though they were frozen in one position.
Hermione was suffering much the same effects as him � her vision was almost completely blinded now, Severus� form a mere black shapeless lump in front of her. She was shivering violently as cold swept through her and her eyelids began to flutter closed � she was exhausted. She tried desperately to come back to herself, but it was too hard; everything was too dark and she felt herself slowly slipping away�
�No!� Severus rasped as he realised Hermione�s panting had ceased and her whole body weight was slumped upon him as he crumpled to the floor. With one huge effort, Severus concentrated harder than he had ever done before, blocking out Hermione�s slight groans of pain and the weight of her unconscious body, mentally fighting back the ever-increasing fog in his mind.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was actually only minutes, a name popped into his head.
Dead Man�s Fog�
Of course! Dead Man�s Fog � one of the most deadly weapons in the wizarding world. It was a gas that would cause the sufferer to lose their vision, hearing and thought processes until they fell unconscious when it would eventually kill them or drive them mad, depending on the strength of the wizard or witch in question. It was so deadly because it could cause death within minutes and the sufferer is hardly ever able to release themselves from its grip to save themselves. Furthermore, it would only act on intention � in other words, it never harmed the body of people who inflicted it on others.
Finally thinking clearly, Severus manoeuvred his exhausted body around to face Hermione who was sprawled against him, her cheek against his shoulder. With what felt like his last breath, he murmured a Bubble-Head charm, first on her, then on himself.
As the charm took effect, he gasped in great gulps of air like a dying man and propped Hermione up against him. She was unconscious, but the kind of faint that Dead Man�s Fog caused people to fall into wasn�t like a normal faint � she would awaken as soon as she breathed in enough oxygen. Sure enough, moments later, her eyelids flickered, and she awoke, taking huge gasping breaths of clean, unpolluted air.
As she did so, the fog encompassing them disappeared as though it had never been there, and Severus quickly performed the counter-charm so they could continue their journey. He quickly got to his feet, holding Hermione steady as she started to tip over without his body to lean against before he pulled her to her feet, and held her in place with firm hands on her waist. Hermione looked up at him with so many questions in her eyes, but there wasn�t time to answer them now, so Severus merely said,
�Dead Man�s Fog. I will explain later. But it is clear that there are Death Eaters in the house and they are aware that we are still here. You go to Tonks� room. I will awaken Moody and then we shall meet again in the corridor here with Molly and Arthur. Is that clear, Hermione?�
She nodded, trying to take everything in, as her brain still felt a little befuddled from lack of oxygen. But there was no time to waste and she realised that Severus was picking up her wand that she had dropped earlier and handing it back to her, an encouraging smile on his features. His smile didn�t quite reach his eyes, but this didn�t make Hermione doubt the sincerity of it.
And then he was gone, moving swiftly out of sight and into the numerous shadows that lay across Hermione�s path to Tonks� door like snakes waiting to attack. With an attempt at the speed and stealth that Severus had shown, Hermione picked her way across the corridor to the third door on her right to awaken Tonks, testing every floorboard before she put her full weight on it, lest a creak would give away her presence. As she moved she swayed slightly, and had to stop every now and again to lean against the wall (which felt soggy with damp) to regain her balance. It seemed that Severus had already disappeared into Moody�s room, as he wasn�t outside the door, which was just behind Hermione as she faced Tonks� room.
With a deep breath, Hermione raised her wand, took a step into the almost pitch black room, and froze in terror.
�Hello, my lovely. How nice to see you again!�
Hermione let out a terrified, shaking breath as she regarded the scene in front of her. The bedcovers of Tonks� bed were slashed; feathers from the pillows strewn everywhere, and, on top of the mess of sheets, there were the two splintered pieces of a snapped wand. Tonks was standing beside the bed, shaking violently, a knife pressed against her throat so tightly that Hermione was surprised it wasn�t drawing blood. The man behind her was wearing black from toe to chin; his white face stark against his tangled dark hair and scruffy robes. His arms were around Tonks; one holding the dagger against the pale gooseflesh of her neck, the other cupping her groin. He had shoved her nightdress up around her hips and Tonks looked as though she were frozen in horror and terror, her eyes wide and her lips stretched in a horrified grimace.
However, instead of allowing this sight to make her panic, Hermione took yet another deep breath and clenched her teeth. She looked calmly up at the man holding her friend and colleague in such a disgustingly intimate way, and had to fight down the bile that threatened to rise up her throat.
It was Antonin Dolohov. The man who had tried to kill her in the Department of Mysteries.
He was leering at her in a manner that made her feel physically sick and the hand that had been stroking Tonks� crotch none to gently, slid up her body to grope at her breast. Tonks whimpered in horror, and Hermione had to bite her tongue to stop herself from crying out and running over to help Tonks in this face of such treatment. But he would just kill her if she did that � she needed to play this quietly and gently.
�Oh, come now, my precious. I know how much you love the idea of being dominated by a Death Eater!� he whispered to Tonks in a voice that made Hermione shudder, and with that, he buried his face in Tonks� neck and licked her cheek in a gross imitation of something a lover would do. Tonks moaned like an animal in immense pain, and tried to struggle against him.
�You don�t want to be doing that, my lovely,� Dolohov said threateningly before his gaze flicked back up to Hermione. He addressed her. �I�ve brought some friends to meet you!�
Fear trickled down Hermione�s spine and she span abruptly on her heal as Dolohov crowed evilly behind her, ropes shooting out from his wand as five other Death Eaters, not including Rosier, surrounded her, their faces leering and the very epitome of evil. Hermione immediately recognised most of them � Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus were smiling at her in a way that made Hermione want to scream and kick them for their self-confidence, and Rockwood who had been at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries sneered back at her when she stared at him with hatred etched all over her face. The two other Death Eaters she didn�t recognise, but their flesh looked exactly like Rosier�s had � greyish-green and covered with pus-filled scabs, as though they were literally rotting away.
�That�ll teach you, won�t it, my horrible little Mud-Blood?� Dolohov cackled as the ropes suddenly knotted themselves around her body in a full body-bind, taking her so much by surprise that she nearly toppled over. �Never turn your back on a wizard!�
Hermione wanted to scream � Dolohov was right, of course � it was the simplest rule of combat, be it wizard duels or muggle fighting. Never turn your back on your opponent. And she had walked straight into his little trap. She struggled uselessly against the ropes binding her.
The Death Eaters came towards her, and just before Rockwood stuffed a disgusting, greasy piece of cloth into her mouth so she felt like she was choking, she screamed as loud as she could.
�Severus!�
***
Severus was sitting on the edge of Moody�s unmade bed whilst the older man shoved on some clothes, twirling his wand in his hand impatiently. He was keen to meet up with the others to assess the situation properly and plan their method of attack. It was useless waiting here � all they were doing was wasting time!
His head shot up as he heard his name suddenly being screamed, and he leapt to his feet, wand ready in his hand.
�Hermione!� he breathed, flinging the door open and dashing out of the room, Moody close on his heels. There was no point being silent now � Hermione had obviously been caught, and from the sounds of it she badly needed his help. He shot out into the empty corridor and floundered for a moment until he noticed the door almost straight ahead of him wide open � Tonks� room, he recollected hazily - darkness filling the inside.
�Hermione!� he exclaimed again, a little louder this time. He ran for the door and was just about to cross the threshold when it was slammed in his face.
�No!� he shouted hoarsely, banging his fists against the door and kicking it violently. It shook in its frame, but didn�t burst open, no matter how much force he exerted upon it. He tried various spells and charms to open the door, but to no avail.
�Come on!� he snarled at it, somehow knowing that the Death Eaters were in Tonks� room, and with her and Hermione. He had to get to them!
�Severus! Stop it � what are you doing, lad?�
Suddenly Moody was pulling him away from the door and looking up at him earnestly, his glass eye whizzing around.
�That�s not going to get us anywhere, my lad,� he said roughly, and Severus hung his head, raking a hand through his hair. �Now, I suggest we calm down and decide what we�re going to do. Let�s go downstairs.�
Severus nodded distractedly, glancing around over his shoulder to take one last look at the door that seemed to be stuck to its frame. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of something in the shadows that made him turn back to Moody, but the man had already disappeared off downstairs, limping each step.
Severus took one last suspicious look at the section of tatty, faded William Morris wallpaper to the right of the door. There was something not quite right about it, but he didn�t know what. Shaking his head slightly, he turned once more and took the first step to the downstairs staircase.
�Leaving so soon, darling?�
Severus froze in his tracks.
***
Hermione�s heart was beating unbearably loudly in her ears. The Death Eaters were surrounding her, growing ever closer. She had heard Severus� exclamation of her name before the door had slammed shut in his face. Moments later, Bellatrix had waved goodbye to Hermione over her shoulder and apparated from the room.
In the corner, Hermione could just see Dolohov and Tonks; his hand was under her nightgown again and he was caressing her neck with the sharp edge of the blade. She appeared to be frozen in horror and shock.
�Think Hermione, think,� she told herself crossly, regaining her calm and trying to ignore the fact that four Death Eaters were surrounding her from all angles, their wands at the ready and their eyes glistening with contempt and excitement.
She swallowed hard. During her final year at Hogwarts she had mastered non-verbal, wandless magic, although it required immense concentration to perform such magic, and she doubted whether she would be able to do it in these circumstances.
Closing her eyes determinedly, Hermione cleared her mind of all the stress and anxiety and fear that she was feeling and tried to ignore the heavy clumping sound of the Death Eaters� tread.
Diffindo�Diffindo�Diffindo
Hermione kept repeating the word in her head, holding the image of her bindings falling away tightly in her mind, and blocking out anything else that tried to creep in. And then, after the fifteenth time she recited the word in her head, she heard the gasp of the stunned Death Eaters around her before she felt the ropes dropping away and the cloth dropping from her dry mouth.
She opened her eyes immediately and dodged a hastily thrown Impendimenta from Lestrange, as Dolohov screamed at the Death Eaters.
�Get her! Kill her!�
Hermione scrambled backwards as she pulled out her wand and began hurling all the curses and jinxes that she could think of, not taking aim but just hoping for the best.
�Sectumsempra! Petrificus Totalus! Stupefy! Locomotor Mortis! Relashio!�
Lestrange screamed in pain as Hermione�s jinx hit him, and she barely noticed as torrents of blood started pouring from a huge gash across his cheek that led down to his neck. As she dodged curse after curse from the furious Death Eaters, she barely noticed the pain of a stinging hex as it hit her full in the face.
She ran blindly for the door, still crazily sending curses over her shoulders to the disorganised Death Eaters who were now falling over each other � Rockwood seemed to have been blinded by the Relashio she sent in his direction. She fumbled with the door handle, but her shaking hands couldn�t twist the handle the right way. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see one of the men she didn�t recognise cast Incarcerous in her direction, which missed her by inches.
What made Hermione rattle harder upon the door handle, however, was the sight of Dolohov headed towards her, brandishing his dagger. Light glinted off the blade threateningly, and before Hermione could open the stubborn door she felt its sharpness slide through the skin on her thigh.
Tears sprang to her eyes at the sudden pain, but it spurred her on, and with one almighty shove, the door flung itself open and she fell into the corridor, panting. The door slammed back on itself before the Death Eaters could emerge.
�Colloportus,� Hermione intoned breathlessly, one hand pressed against her thigh � the blood was now seeping through her light-coloured shorts to stain the fabric � and the door sealed itself with a satisfying click. She didn�t turn around until she heard the heavy panting behind her.
***
Severus turned slowly on his heel upon hearing the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange behind him. Fear clenched at his heart but he pushed it down, telling himself she was only a woman, a weak woman, he could easily overpower her, he could�
He just wished he believed it.
She was leaning against the wall, a small smile on her attractive face, a glint in her eye as she fiddled with her wand, her hand lewdly caressing the wood as though it were something made more of flesh and blood. Her gaze flicked pointedly down to his crotch.
Swallowing the ever-increasing lump in his throat, Severus fell straight back into his normal act.
�Bellatrix,� he greeted, his voice silky smooth and caressing. He swept quickly over to her, and placed a lingering kiss against her pale, soft cheek. As he did so, he caught a whiff of a strange smell � it seemed to permeate the air all around her and Severus inhaled the smell, feeling a shiver go through his body as the inhalation of air hit his lungs. He supposed it must be her perfume.
�It�s been too long, Severus,� Bellatrix murmured, her hands slipping up his neck and into the hair at the base of his neck. Her eyes were soft, like liquid and Severus had to fight within himself not to fall into their depths. He had to stay focused. Bellatrix played these games all the time, and he had always been her favourite playmate. Something to do with sisterly jealousy, he supposed. Years back, before her marriage to Lucius, Severus had had a very brief, completely sexual fling with Narcissa, culminating in Bellatrix walking in on them in bed at her family home.
�It certainly has,� Severus replied smoothly, slipping his hand down her body until he reached her hips. He grasped her firmly there, drawing her nearer to him, nearly choking on the overwhelming smell of her perfume.
Suddenly, her fingers clawed into his hair, pulling sharply on the strands so she could meet his eye. He stared levelly at her.
�The Dark Lord is extremely displeased with you, Severus,� she hissed and then stood up onto tiptoes to whisper into his ear. �He knows what you�re doing�double-crosser.�
Severus barely managed to contain the gasp that threatened to escape his lips as she whispered that in his ear and then took his earlobe into her mouth, sucking harshly on it before allowing her teeth to sink into the tender flesh. He found he couldn�t even exclaim in pain as she drew blood from his ear � his mind felt lulled, relaxed and he seemed to be drifting about five feet above the ground.
Bellatrix�s biting kisses suddenly turned gentle once more, and he vaguely felt her slip one finely-structured hand down his body until she came into contact with his groin. Severus barely heard the groan that escaped his lips as his head lolled back against the wall and his eyes drifted closed.
She slid slowly down his body, her hands gently drawing his fully erect cock out from his boxer shorts. She knelt before him on the floor and Severus summoned enough strength to open his eyes and tilt his head just enough to see her as she ran her fingers up and down him, her other hand slipping backwards to roll his sac. His vision was blurred and he squinted, trying to make out her face properly. All he could see was her red-lipped mouth smiling seductively up at him.
�I�ve wanted to do this for so long, Severus,� he heard her whisper, and suddenly Bellatrix�s face faded away from his mind completely to be replaced with Hermione�s. Severus groaned unrestrainedly at that and thrust himself towards her. His eyes were barely open and yet he could clearly see Hermione�s nervously smiling face as she leant forward and licked his straining member.
He was panting now, and Hermione leant forward and with a skill that surprised Severus, she took every inch of his pulsing, swollen, aching cock into the delightfully warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He moaned in overwhelming pleasure as she sucked him up and down, her nails scratching along his now-bare thighs. Her nails�
Severus fought to open his eyes. Nails�long nails, scratching into his skin�that wasn�t right. Hermione had short nails, cut to little more than stubs for practicality. But when he looked down through blurred vision, all he saw were Hermione�s loose curls cascading in waves around his groin.
His head fell back again and he concentrated on the feelings of pleasure heading through his body at top speed. The strange smell invaded his nostrils once more, even more overpowering than it had been before. Hermione�s mouth was caressing him so gently, so softly and he felt his pleasure mounting. He was climbing to the pinnacle of pleasure, and he was about to come crashing down when a shout aroused him from his dream-like world of pleasure.
�NO!�

A/N: There we go, finally got another chapter up. Many thanks for all the reviews.
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