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Making sure the boy who lives, actually does...	By : h0lden Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Wormtail

Because of her meeting with Dumbledore, Hermione was late for Potions that day. He'd given her a firm yet understanding lecture on getting into fights -verbal or not- with the likes of Malfoy and Severus.

"You'd better tell that Draco friend of yours to smarten up as well." Dumbledore had added before she headed off to class. She'd nodded emphatically as she closed the door behind her.

She'd headed to Potions and had been halfway there when a voice called out her name. She looked over and held in an exasperated sigh as James came jogging up to her.

"Hey there Hermione." James said lightly, running a hand through his hair as he gazed at her. Hermione merely smiled politely, making it sure that she looked as if she was in a hurry.

"Hello James." she viewed as he blushed slightly, looking around awkwardly as Hermione sighed rather heavily through her nose, making her agitation very evident. She looked to him exasperated, wondering why he wasn't off playing Quidditch or trying to flirt with Lily. It was a wonder those two every got on.

"Late for class?" he suddenly inquired as she tried to brush by him politely.

"Yes actually-"

"You know there's a dance coming up." James said suddenly, but before he could speak Hermione was already halfway down the hall, looking over her shoulder and waving.

"Sorry," She said lightly, "I don't want to be too late! I'll see you and Harry at dinner."

She nodded at him once more before turning and rushing to the Potions lab, her heart in her throat the prospect of a detention.

In turn she didn't see James lower his eyes in embarassment in rejection, his fists angrily tapping at his sides as he watched her frame dart around the corner and out of his sight.

One pudgy teen remained unnoticed, hidden in the shadows, his beady eyes taking in the scene as the discouraged James Potter made his way to the common room.

The spy let out a small snicker of triumph.

* * *

"Headmaster!" Ron said that afternoon as he burst into Dumbledore's office, his face flushed and clutching something glossy in his hands. He was about to speak when Dumble hae had interuppted.

"Mister Weasley." Albus said tiredly, "I told you I would inform you the moment I-"

"I know, I know." Ron said wheezing, "But I had to show you these."

He thrust the objects into Dumbledore's hands as the Headmaster flipped through them worriedly, his eyes widening in horror as he flipped faster and faster, his blue eyes losing their shine.

"Where did you get these Mister Weasley?"

"The boys dormitory, there's a bunch there."

"Has anyone else seen them?"

"I don't think so." Ron said pacing the room, "I not noticed them this morning."

"Good. Go and retrieve all of them, as many as you can and bring them to me."

"Yes sir." Ron said and without another word was out of the room rushing down the halls at a breakneck speed. He'd been beside himself since the disappearing of Harry and Hermione, and making up excuses wasn't getting any easier.

"Oh my..." Dumbledore said with a grimace, lowering the objects onto his desk with a heavy sigh. He'd have to speak with Severus the moment he could. He looked to his desk and rubbing his temples furiously, muttered in a grave tone.

"This is a serious problem."

* * *

Now Hermione was even later for Potions and trying in vain to make her way into the class without causing a disturbance. No such luck. As soon as the door was opened Professor O'Lacey (a very strange looking but not altogether unpleasant person) gave her an irritated look as she ducked her head and made her way over to Harry as the class tittered with giggles from immature students.

She and Harry weren't in class with any of their future friends, and therefore had to depend on themselves to survive the boredom. There was one supreme irritation though, one by the name of Severus Snape.

Hermione had seen him as she rushed in. You couldn't forget an evil glare like that without therapy. She'd given him a look of total indifference as she passed his row before seating herself next to the smirking Harry. Harry had been out for a good part of the evening last night playing Quidditch with James and the gang, and in turn was quite peakish looking this afternoon. He yawned loudly until his jaw clicked and he swallowed the cottony taste in his mouth.

"Hermione Granger late for class." Harry said with a smirk as she slid into her seat. "I never thought I'd see the day

"Shut up." she muttered from the side of her mouth, pulling out her parchment and lying her quill beside it. She turned her full attention to the front of the class, ignoring Snape who sat just one row behind them.

Why did Harry have to choose a spot in the back? she wondered angrily, Probably just to look cool...my Lord. Boys. She started taking notes from the board, thng tng they looked familiar. She was thankful to note that aside from Snape the only other disparaging creature in the class was Draco who sat near the back with Snape.

Professor O'Lacey - the tall, miserable looking Professor in front of them- proceeded to drone on about properties of wings and such as Hermione sat idly taking the occasion note. This was all child's play in Hermione's mind.

Hermione was busy writing, all the while feeling the eyes of someone on her back. She wasn't stupid, for it had to be Snape glaring at her for humiliating him that day. Curiosity finally took over and she glanced over her right shoulder, confirming that Snape was indeed looking at her. Glaring? No. Sneering? Yes.

She gave him an irritable look before going back to her notebook. She was hurriedly writing something down when a giant glob of something sticky and hot hit the back of her head.

"Ouch!" She yelped suddenly, gripping the back of her head in pain as the stinging sensation subsided. Raking her hands suddenly through her hair she found a long firey enchanted spitball in her hair. She sucked in her breath, and pushed it to the floor and out of her hair. It turned black as a crisp and evaporated as soon as it hit the ground.

"What's the problem...Miss..." O'Lacey said loudly, searching for her name. All he could remember from his few classes with her was that she was bright, but what was her name?

"Granger. Hermione Granger." Hermione said defiantly, showing that she wasn't about to fall for the pranks of Severus and Draco behind her. "And I apologize for my outburst sir, it was nothing."

O'Lacey gave a curt nod, going back to the chalkboard and writing a few more sample instructions up on the board. The noises of the classroom were quickly becoming dim in Hermione's mind

"Are you alright?" Harry whispered as he looked to Hermione. He'd missed the whole thing -having been nearly asleep- and had only been jolted awake at her gasp. She only nodded, making eem eem as if she couldn't care less that she'd been pelted with an enchated spit ball.

I just want to go home. Hermione internally wailed, her eyes growing glassy as she wrote her notes and ignored the snickers behind her. Home. Friends. Family. Professor's she could trust not to spit at her when her back was turned.

She wasn't sure she'd ever look at Professor Snape the same way. True he'd done alot for Harry and them, but knowing what he was like as a teenager was seriously being called into play considering his character.

"Alright." Professor O'Lacey finally said, his hazel eyes scanning the room of students. His curly blonde hair almost shone in the light from the window as he spoke, giving the decieving notion that he was angelic. He was strict Hermione found, but very bright.

"Bring out your cauldrons class, today we're creating a blinding potion. This potion will allow you to blind your opponent for up to and including six hours. This process-"

He offered a few more words of instruction before everyone had brought out their cauldrons and begun. Harry worked beside Hermione slowly, yawning on ocassion as Hermione's fingers worked hurriedly.

They'd been working a few minutes when Draco swished by, going for more ingredients. He looked to Hermione a moment, smirking in delight as he looked to her. "Nice hair Granger." he said with a gleeful grin.

"Sod off." Harry said angrily before Draco looked over to him in boredom.

"Oh shut up Po-Finnegan." Draco said angrily, "No one wants to hear what you have to say."

"Well no one ever wants to hear what you have to say Draco," Hermione said evenly from her cauldron. "So I'd say you two are about even."

Harry smirked at this as Draco leered at her, looking as if he was about to say something crass when he'd stopped. Hermione watched as he shut his mouth, an oily grin spreading across it as he walked off silently.

"Well that's a fist." Harry said reading the instructions on the board as he spoke. "He's actually quiet for once."

"Let's take full advantage then." Hermione said distractedly, mixing in two droplets of asphodel as she spoke, watching Draco at the front of the room, making conversation with two other Slytherins. That meant Snape was on his own. She turned back a moment, wanting to say something cutting to Severus without his cronies around when'd 'd stopped.

She'd never really gotten the opportunity to see Professor Snape make a real potion himself, and so the sight before her was quite amazing. Severus didn't even seem to acknowledge her presense; instead he was looking intently to his cauldron. Lily had been right, Potions was when Severus was truly in his element.

His long fingers moved delicately, as if in some strange graceful dance, which surprised her on some levels and then again not. Surely when describing Professor Snape, the term 'graceful' wasn't the first term in anyone's mind. But remembering the long strides he took as he walked, the fluid gliding motion in his speech and examples, it would seem that graceful was a perfect word to describe Snape at times. Severus himself at that moment looked like one filled with Zen like concentration, his dark eyes fixated on the cauldron and his hands moving rapidly as if detached from his lank body.

He was utterly enraptured with the cauldron while at the same time looking utterly bored with it. Then again, that was always Snape's style. Looking at something with utter indifference whilst still paying close attention. Quite a talent.

Suddenly -as if he felt his privacy being invaded- Snape's charcoal eyes darted up to Hermione's surprised face. His lip curled in hidden disdain as she gaped at him, and before another word was spoken she'd whirled around and gone back to her cauldron.

She felt his eyes on her back a moment, but then became engrossed in the task before her. Her own dark eyes measured everything with precision, her hands sweeping along the desk and dropping in the various ingredients. When the potion before her had become a lovely, violent color she allowed it to simmer before measuring it into her sample tube and placed the stopper in it.

Perfect.

She tidied up her workspace quickly, thankful that for the rest of the class Snape and Draco had left she and Harry alone. She looked over to her said friend and held in a sigh. Harry scooped out the mirky purple substance littered with flecks of debris. He gave an indifferent shrug and dripped it into his sample tube, marking his name on it and placing the stopper in it.

"All right." came the booming voice of O'Lacey, "The class is almost over. Samples to the front on my desk and then you can all leave."

There was the sound of stools scraping as everyone scurried about with their samples to hand in and leave. Harry was almost first in line, bursting to go out and spend more time with his dad. In a way Hermione was happy for him, but still angry at his deception.

She herself decided to wait for the herd of students to thin out before going up herself to hand in her sample potion. She saw as Draco placed his sample on the desk and hurriedly made his way out of the class-- surely to see his hero Lucius. She grimaced at the name and the thought.

In time she noticed as Snape made his way up to the front of the room in a twitchy manner -as usual- as if he were ready for an attack on all sides. Hermione had seen enough of his past to completely understand the stance, but still was starting to lose empathy.

When she believed he would be rounding back to his desk -on that well placed heel of his- to grab his belongins, she bent down to retrieve her bag, turning her back on him as he passed. She was about to turn back to take her sample to the front when there was a small sound of glass shattering.

She stood rigidly in the near empty classroom, her heart beating painfully fast. She'd already cleaned out her cauldron; it was the end of the class. That couldn't be her sample that had smashed on the floor.

Snape stood with arms crossed and sneering smile on his pale face as he waited for her to turn around and see her sample in shambles on the floor. Stupid of her to place it so near the edge, all it took was one surreptitious bump and...

He smirked widely for Snape knew from Draco, knowledge and education was something Hermione Granger favored above all things. And in this would be her eventual demise.

Hermione turned slowly, her eyes on the ground as shewedewed her perfectly brewed potion in a mess on the floor. Her lip trembled in fury as she looked to the black boots in front of her, slowly leading up to the tall boy in front of her.

"Whoops." Snape whispered softly, looking to Hermione with infinite glee in his normally hateful eyes as her newly made potion sample lay in ruins on the floor. "I suppose that'll be a zero for you then, Granger."

Hermione looked down in shock at the remains of her sample potion, her own lips quivering in indignation. He'd done it on purpose! One sudden look at the smirking young man before her led her to that ultimate conclusion.

"Y-you smashed my tube!"

Snape gave her an incredulous look, a look of a young man that's about to put on a horribly dramatic act. First he blinked his eyelids in surprised shock -the sweeping up and down dance was horrifying- then his eyebrows rose in mock concern as Hermione gaped at him in mild horror. Then -and this irked Hermione the worst- he had the gall to shake his dark head at her and frown as if it pained him.

"I can't believe you'd blame your own clumsiness on me, Miss Granger." he whispered softly, a glimmer in his dark eyes the only thing giving him away. "How childish."

"You...liar!" Hermione sputtered outraged, her hands curled into angry fists at her side, so tightly that her nails dug into her palm.

"Say say, what's the problem here?" said Professor O'Lacey, coming over and looking mightily concerned to see two very gifted pupils in the throes of an argument.

"He smashed my test tube!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing a shaking finger to the calm Severus in anger. "He knocked it over when I was retrieving my bag to leave."

"Tut tut..." Snape drawled maliciously, looking to Hermione as if he pitied her. "What lies Miss Granger." His face was inscrutable then as he looked to the Professor. "I did no such thing Professor O'Lacey..when she turned with her bag she knocked it off herself. I was merely pass-"

"You're a liar!"

"Now now, I won't have ncallcalling in my class. Severus is most advanced in this class, Miss Granger." O'Lacey said with a grim look on his face, "I see no reason as to why he'd do such a thing as sabotaging your potion sample."

"It wouldn't be to any advantage." Severus added diplomatically, looking to his Professor earnestly. They both looked back to her, one set of eyes imploring and the other maliciously filled with glee.

"I'm afraid that I'm just going to have to give you a failing grade for the day, Miss Granger." Professor O'Lacey said with a grim nod as he prepared to walk off.

"Use Veratism!" Hermione exclaimed, noting the sudden worried look on Snape's eyes. Although it was only that flicker in his eyes that gave himself away, the rest of him became stoic. "That'll get the truth out of him!"

"We don't use such supplies on trivial matters like this." Professor O'Lacey said, looking more and more irritated with Hermione. "Now I'm sorry about your loss in sampling Miss Granger, but enough is enough. Clean up this mess."

Hermione felt the angry tears slipping down her cheeks as the Professor stalked off to his office, leaving she and Severus alone in the room. She viewed as he pointed his wand to the door, closing and locking it.

"I thought we might have a chat." Severus said plainly, pointing his wand to O'Lacey's now closed door and muttering something under his breath, Hermione noticed it was a rather faulty silencing spell.

"We�ve nothing to talk about." she answered haughtily, giving him one last hateful look before preparing to brush past him to grab a sponge. She was beyond terrified at being along with him, but she refused to show it. She knew boys like Severus; they liked power any way they could get it.

She felt his pincer like grip on her wrist before she'd even made it to the desk where the sponge sat waiting for her. He pulled her back viciously to him; his dark eyes regarding her flustered worry every moment. She was like a bird, desperately trying to be freed from its confining cage.

He lowered his face until they were inches apart, his eyes hypnotizing her along with his voice. He was agonizingly slow in his speech, knowing it was the anticipation and not the words that frustrated and frightened people. His grip grew tighter as he finally decided to grace her with the words she already knew.

"We warned you."

She tried desperately to pull away, her eyes overflowing with furious tears. She raised her left hand and prepared to scratch at his hand for her release when he grasped it with his own hand, bringing her daringly close.

He backed her into the desk where her potion had once sat, his hips pushing hers so tightly against the table that it was impossible to escape. She wanted to cry out but wouldn't. She refused to let him win.She saw his hooded eyes rest on her lips, and she knew that what he was about to do would scare her worse than a thousand detentions in the future. He was going to kiss her.

Suddenly all her preconceived plans of heroism and defiance were gone as his pale pink tongue licked his lips eagerly, his eyes still fixated upon her trembling lips.

"No- don't- please." she pleaded desperately, trying to wrench from his grasp as his lip curled in triumph. That was all he needed to hear to keep him completely in power. With the word 'please' had come her submission, and in that, his victory.

Before she could call out for O'Lacey who was engrossed in paperwork in his office, Severus had darted -in an awe inspiring imitation of a snake attacking prey- and kissed her soundly on the lips. Hard.

Only this wasn't a kiss of tender feeling, this was a rough, demanding kiss of anger and frustration. His lips were full and passionate and demanding. This was animalistic intimidation embodied in a scorching kiss that had her thighs going up in glames.

He saw her eyes squeeze shut as she focused on pulling away, trying to get him away from her. She whimpered under his ministrations, wanting to be released instantly but feeling the oddest sensations whirling within her stomach. She wanted him to stop holding her wrists, and she wanted to be free but at the same time she was amazed at his rough kisses and the jolts they set inside her.

This is Professor Snape. she thought as her mind whirled, her wrists shaking along with her body as he kissed her, his lips firmly passionate against her own. This is Severus Snape. Mean. Cruel. Heartless.

With this she tried to pull away, whimpering as kissed her roughly until shs als almost crying out, and in that he stuck his tongue into her mouth expertly, sliding in and making it impossible for her to bite him.

All the while he began lowering her to the floor -away from her potion- until they were on the ground with him on top of her as she writhed about beneath him, trying desperately to call out but finding it impossible with his tongue lodged in her throat. When they had landed on the ground she felt even more helpless, and was now panicking in full.

Holding her wrists down and above her hand on the floor Severus continued ravishing her soft lips and as he did this he began making gentle circle movements with his pelvis against her own, grinding against her on the floor as her eyelids involuntarily fluttered. He knew what he was doing, he�d had much practice.

It was wrong, but it felt so good.

This...this is Professor Sn-......oh sod it.

He was moving his mouth too fast, much too well for her to concentrate on anything else but them and the gentle soothing and pleasure educing feeling of his hips rubbing against her. His bulge outside her panties through the skirt she wore, hot and needy. She'd never been like this with any boy, and it was surprising to find herself with the one man she couldn't stand. Well, in a sense.

Her breasts were against his chest, suddenly swelling with desire as the friction between them increased. He wasn't too heavy, just heavy enough to rest on her to take some of her breath away, but leave her wanting more.

She wanted him against her more, deeper. This was a thought she would later condemn herself for, but in the throes of passion -which overruled the mind and reason- she wanted nothing more than for Severus to take her there on the Potion's floor.

A stupid thought indeed, for this was a powerful man in his youth and she was a bright and shy woman of books and little experience in such matters. He was a man of strength and misery. His face was untouched with the lines of age, but it a face with eyes that had seen much pain and misery. Something he was beginning to develop a taste for. He liked the pain. He liked the power.

Not caring at all she moaned into his mouth at the delightful pressure, and he himself was surprised at her sudden reception to his touch. So much in fact that he pulled away a moment -still pinning her down- and looked to her flushed face whilst breathing heavily himself.

She was supposed to be terrified.

With that confusing thought Severus captured her unwilling lips in his own once more, sucking at her tongue as she finally gave herself over, her lips starting to mimic his own as her tongue searched his own mouth. He almost jumped at the jolt it sent down his spine, his stomach flipping as she did so. She too was enjoying herself for he was a delightful kisser. The fine hairs on the back of her neck were poker straight up as he caressed her lips and body with his touch.

He was surprised at first to see her so eager to continue the kissing. He'd been ready to pull away when he'd been overcome with the need to continue kissing her. She was so sweet tasting, and none of the other girls here at Hogwarts were like her. She was a know-it-all like him and didn't hide it. She wasn't afraid of him, and here she was kissing him back and enjoying it.

This wasn't the plan! his mind screamed. He was supposed to be hurting her. Yes. The plan.

Suddenly as she kissed him back he grinded his lips against her own, nibbling softly on the lower lip as she kissed him lightly. Stupid girl, so very stupid. She doesn't even begin to understand.

He nibbled softly, slowly building up the pressure on her lips as she closed her eyes and kissed him back without abandon. There was something deliciously enticing about kissing him on the cold stone floors of the classroom, knowing they could be caught at any moment, and above all knowing somewhere in the back of her mind that this was the guarded, aloof Professor Snape.

Finally when she least expected it, Severus drew blood from her pursed lip, emitting a gentle gasp from her in pain. It was then that he saw the terror in her eyes, saw that this wasn't a gentle little kiss as she saw his own eyes darkened with a lust for pain. For fear.

YThe The fear. That's what this was for.

He felt her trying to pull away from his lips and his body, the coppery taste of her blood mixing about in their mouths as he kissed her roughly, their teeth grinding against one another as he pushed her farther into the desk. He felt her squirming, but he was too powerful for her. Finally he pulled away and she was breathless, still struggling with her confined wrists as he spoke.

"Don't cross us Granger." he whispered passionately, his eyes still on her reddened mouth as she sneered at him. He felt his anger boil as she looked to him defiantly and answered.

"You don't scare me."

He was suddenly overcome with anger, wanting to kiss her again and wanting to slap her at the same time. Why did he want to kiss her? Was it because she was one of the only that had kissed him back? Gods, he was going soft. He frowned and looked to her severely, needing to convey his utter displeasure with her.

"Stay away from us Mudblood." He said savagely shaking her until she cried out. He was about to go on when there was a great sound of cluttering from the office. Oh blast, the Professor. Obviously the silencing charm he's attempted to cast was bollocks. He never had been that great at silencing charms.

"What's going on out there?" came O'Lacey's stern voice through the door. Snape growled lowly in anger, looking to Hermione's flushed face before letting her go roughly in frustration -slamming her into the table in the process- and gliding out of the room.

Hermione stood shakily as she watched his tall form stride out of the classroom, all the while tracing a finger across her swollen feeling lips. She licked them suddenly feeling the urge to do so and tasting him still on them she shivered. Shaking inside and out she grabbed her book bag, feeling her stomach flip at the realization that for a minute or two, she'd actually enjoyed kissing Snape.

At the same time as this disturbing realization his Hermione Granger, twenty years in the future and in the dank dungeons of Hogwarts school, the formidable Professor Snape awoke from a deep sleep with a sudden jolt.

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Author's notes: Am really beggining to like this story, but have decided to keep bunny stories down to a minimum to save on confusion.

Thanks for all the reviews to everyone, I'm dead chuffed you're enjoying the story as much as I am writing it. It's a real treat to write this one indeed. cheers. holden.

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