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The Speed of Thought	By : yeiko87 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52535 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Finishing her shower, Hermione toweled off and crawled into her bed for a moment, burrowing under the sheets to bask in her post-orgasmic glow…She closed her eyes for the briefest moment….and reopened them with a start when she heard someone banging on her bedroom door.

“Hermione!”

“‘Mione! Wake up, you’re going to be late for dinner!”

She had given Harry and Ron the password to the Head Boy/Girl’s common room, but the locking wards she’d placed on her bedroom hadn’t been released yet, so the two of them were stuck outside of her bedchambers, pounding on the door to wake her. Apparently she'd fallen asleep.

She flew out of bed and scrambled for her robes. “Just…Just a second! I’ll be right out!” she stuttered, shaking herself awake as she dressed. She then ran into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and combed her hair, placing a mild taming charm on it. She ran back out and released the locking wards on her bedroom, and stepped out, face flushing slightly guiltily as she looked at Ron. Before either of them could ask what was wrong, though, she’d slapped a smile onto her face and addressed them.

“Alright, shall we?” she said with false cheer, and offered her elbows to both boys. Ron and Harry chuckled, each taking an arm to be escorted by the Head Girl to the Great Hall.

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Snape had arrived in the Great Hall about 15 minutes prior. He scanned the room for her, but didn’t see her, or the other 2/3^rdsof the Golden Trio, anywhere in the hall. Hm, that’s odd. He frowned, noting that Draco--the Head Boy--was there, but continued forward, strolling to the end of the hall to take his seat with the other teachers at the faculty table. The trio always showed up to meals (thanks to the reddest of the golden three) --- He would just wait; they would show up eventually.

He collected himself, satisfied with his plan of action, and plastered his trademark look of cold detachment on his face before sitting at the faculty table next to Sybill Trelawney. Not quite the seat he had hoped for, but unfortunately the only one left. Sybill smiled up at him squirrelly through her thick glasses as he sat, and took another heaping bite of her mashed sweet potatoes and peas.

Delightful.

He mentally ran a hand down over his face, and tried to be as polite as she could when she turned and attempted to strike up an apparently riveting discussion with him about tea leaves and a rise in morbid readings lately. “Darkness is on the rise!” she proclaimed excitedly, taking another slurp of her pumpkin juice. “You’d best watch out, Severus,” she said dramatically, “danger could be lurking…just around the corner!----“ she began choking on her pumpkin juice, and excused herself to go to the ladies room.

Ohhh, thank you Merlin!

Minerva McGonagall, who had been sitting to the other side of Trelawney, then decided to strike up a conversation with him about the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He was marginally interested in this conversation, and as such he did not immediately notice when Hermione Granger walked into the hall.

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Hermione strode into the Great Hall, laughing happily, with Ron and Harry. She’d completely forgotten about the incident with Snape---that is, she had forgotten, until she glanced up and saw him sitting at the faculty table. She froze mid-step, almost causing her two companions to trip all over her, and blushed bright red at the oh-so-smooth entrance she had just made. She immediately looked away from the faculty table, not wanting to meet the gaze of her dark eyed professor, and mumbled something about being clumsy and tripping over her own feet, apologizing to Ron and Harry. They walked over to one of Gryffindor tables, and sat down next to Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood.

Ginny smiled prettily at Harry, who blushed and grinned back. Neville smiled good-naturedly, and Luna gave a dreamy smile off into the distance. “Hello,” she said, in a lilting voice, as though she had just woken up from a particularly lovely nap. “It’s good to see you three. I had begun to worry you’d been taken in by the nargles.”

“Nope, no worries Luna,” smiled Hermione, “I was just taking a small nap and lost track of time. I guess I must be studying too hard. ” It was a believable excuse --- they all knew how much she cared about her grades, and just how far she went to ensure that she stayed at the top of her class. Luna didn’t say anything, but just smiled once more before turning back to her sweet peas and continuing to eat.

Ron scolded her for overworking herself, but the sound of his voice faded off into the background as she became lost in her own thoughts. She wondered if Snape had noticed her arrival yet, and was fighting an uphill battle to not look up at the faculty table to check. Suddenly, a small black letter with a green seal landed on the empty plate in front of her. She flipped it over, and saw her own name inscribed on the front in flowing, silver calligraphy.

HERMIONE GRANGER

Flipping the envelope back over, she broke the seal and opened it. The note contained only two words, written in thick calligraphic letters:

Silencing charms.

Puzzled, Hermione reread the note…then froze for a horrified moment, and whipped her head around to stare at Draco Malfoy (who was pointedly looking down at his plate). She turned back and blushed 3 different shades of bright red, spluttering as she shoved the little note into the pocket of her robes. All of her friends stared at her curiously, looking slightly worried.

“Hermione?” prompted Ron, placing a hand on one of her thighs and squeezing meaningfully, “is everything alright?”

Not at all, but OH that makes it SO MUCH MORE UNCOMFORTABLE, Ron! THANK YOU! IT WASN’T NEARLY UNCOMFORTABLE ENOUGH!

“Oh, yes,” she lied, thinking fast, “I just left some notes in our common room earlier---some study notes---and Malfoy just decided to oh-so-kindly point out a rather large error I had made in one of my paragraphs. ” She shook her head, hopefully in a convincing manner, “Merlin, I must really be overworking myself to have miswritten something so silly!” she let out a little nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her neck. “Well," she sighed aloud, "I’ll just have to make sure I take a break and get some sleep tonight!!” With that she smiled sheeply at the group and took a sip from her goblet.

Ron seemed satisfied with the explanation, and scolded her further about not taking care of herself. He then removed his hand from her thigh in order to eat his chicken legs more ferociously. Apparently he wasn't able to get enough food into his mouth at once with just one hand. Neither Harry nor Ginny looked 100% convinced by her lie, and exchanged a significant look with one another, but Hermione pointedly avoided either of their gazes, and they took the hint, dropping the topic for the time being. Luna continued to stare off dreamily. Neville simply looked happy to be with his friends.

She thought back to her not-so-brief masturbatory session in her bathroom, flashing through the actions (and corresponding fantasy) in a play-by-play manner, and was absolutely horrified at the realization that she hadn’t placed any silencing charms over the room…and she had ended up making quite a bit of noise, now that she thought about it.. Ohhhh god, I wonder how much he heard??!

She thought back to the final moment of her fantasy---both the fantasy itself, and her finish in the shower---and stopped breathing for a moment. Oh-OH no…did he hear me begging?? or cry out Snape's name?!? Oh god…oh god oh god oh god. HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!?

She heard a sudden spluttering cough coming from the end of the Great Hall, and looked up from her thoughts to see Minerva McGonagall smacking a choking, red-faced Severus Snape on the back as he choked on his pumpkin juice. Waving her hand away, he pulled his wand out, swished it at his throat, and the coughing quickly died down. He regained his composure and nodded politely to Minerva, before looking back down to his food. She smiled at him and turned to strike up a conversation with Dumbledore.

Sybill Trelawney, in the meantime, had sidled her way back over to her seat by Severus --- much to his displeasure---and had begun slowly draining his life-force away from him---or so it felt---through simultaneously animated yet boring stories about crystal balls and doom. He didn’t look at her as she spoke --- just stared at the food on his plate, poking it with his fork for a moment or two. Taking another bite, he looked up in Sybill’s general direction with feigned interest, then let his eyes glide over the rest of the Great Hall, scanning it until they landed upon the brown eyes of Hermione Granger.

Her breath caught in her throat when their eyes locked, and she clearly heard his voice projected inside of her head, saying, “you really ought to be careful what you wish for, Miss Granger…” His dark eyes burned into hers in their locked stare, “or you just might end up getting more than you bargained for. ”

There was a dark warning in his words, as well as a challenge. She could practically feel the slow grin in his voice, and the heat behind it, and it sent a bone-deep chill down her spine…as well as a flood of wetness down to her knickers.

Severus broke the eye contact and pulled himself back out of Hermione’s mind. He forced down the satisfied grin when he heard her silverware clatter all over her plates, tipping over her cup and spilling its contents all over the table. She spluttered apologies to her friends and waved her wand, cleaning up the mess. She excused herself from the table, insisting that she really needed to get some rest, and rushed out of the Great Hall. Ron had initially gotten up to take her back to her dorm, but shrugged at Harry and sat back down to continue eating. Harry frowned at him, looking over to Hermione’s retreating form momentarily, then sat back down reluctantly and continued to eat.

Once Severus was sure that none of Hermione's little Gryffindor lionhearts were going to offer to escort her back to her rooms (typical teenage boys, he scoffed), Severus excused himself from the faculty table---much to the chagrin of one ,Sybill Trelawney. He clipped out of the hall quickly, in pursuit of the witch. He was definitely still planning to punish her, though now, perhaps, in a much more enjoyable way.

As much as he had originally wanted to hold off from any such interactions with her til later, the images and scenes she kept practically projecting into his head were a bit overwhelming after not having any genuinely intriguing partners for so long…and she was extremely intriguing at that...As much as he had wanted to stay distant, she was going to have to learn Occlumency ---and become proficient at it rather quickly---if he were going to have any success with that little plan of inaction.

The little voice in his head was telling him to slow down, but every other part of him was screaming “GO, GO, GO!!” while fervently stomping the little voice into submission. This time, he listened to the screaming, and strode out of the Great Hall, robes billowing behind him.

It wasn’t long before he caught sight of her in one of the corridors, and he slowed his pace for a beat to plan his next move…
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