Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Wandering Road	By : snarky4severus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer: I am not JK, however
with a batch of polyjuice and my own personal Potion�s Master I could be. He hee he. The delicious
possibilities�
Boxes of chocolates
for my beta, Olweneleanor. She saves me from 'Death
by Commas.'
Chapter 8
� Late Night Machinations
Hermione felt
the calloused hands covering her mouth, the firm grip of the strong arm wrapped
tightly around her waist and she panicked. She stood ramrod straight and
started breathing through her nose when she was assaulted by his scent: citrus,
spice, and clean, healthy male. She relaxed immediately.
�I did say
you should have been in Slytherin, didn�t I?� he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
She shivered at the feeling of his hot breath puffing in her ear. Damn
hormones, she thought angrily as she felt herself flush.
He slid his
arms down her side and turned her so that she was facing him.
�I thought we
were meeting in the old Potions classroom off the third corridor,� she
whispered softly.
He looked
down at her and smirked. �We could, but only if you don�t mind Snape
interrupting.�
�He�s still
awake?� she questioned, her voice quavering slightly.
Draco laughed
quietly at her fear of being caught. �Aren�t you a Gryffindor?� He smirked at
her as he grasped her chin, gently pulling it up so she was looking into his
eyes.
She huffed in
indignation. �Of course I am,� she said as she swatted his hands away. �Why are
you so touchy feely this morning?� Hermione smirked at him and then said, �Oh.
Did Pansy forget to take care of your needs?�
Hermione
laughed as Draco began glaring at her. She felt her way along the cold stone
walls until she felt the corner of the alcove and sat down quietly, drawing her
legs underneath her. She patted the floor next to her, motioning for Draco to
sit.
He swaggered
over and sat down. He then spoke in a carrying whisper, �I told you, love, that
I am not in need of her services. I am waiting for a certain woman, with her
glorious curls, rosy red lips, and curves to die for, to declare her love for
me. That�s when we move to loads of hot passionate sex and kids.�
He smirked at
her again and said, �Are you ready for me yet, my dear?�
She huffed
and swatted his arm playfully. �You dolt.�
He stared at
her, his face once again serious. �So, any news on your end?�
�I think
that...� Her answer was cut off as she found her mouth being plundered. She
felt him push her body under his firm, angular chest pushing against her
womanly softness. Her gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth; his teeth
nibbling on her lips as he skillfully silenced her with a hot tangle of
tongues, teeth, and lips.
He slowly
moved his hands down her arms and began caressing her side, using his other
hand to hover half on and half off of her body. She shivered and brought her
hands to lightly scratch his scalp and gently tangle her hands in his silky
hair.
His hand
began sliding down her chest and just as he began flicking the buttons open he
was interrupted by an angry snarl. �Already, Mister Malfoy.�
Professor Snape said angrily.
Draco turned
his body so that Hermione�s identity would remain unseen. �Well of course, sir.
I am a Malfoy after all,� he drawled haughtily and then smirked at his
Professor. �They are unable to resist my charms.�
Professor
Snape glared at him and then smirked. �Well then, Mister Malfoy. Perhaps a
week�s worth of detention with Mister Filch will teach you to keep your
charms,� he spat, �to yourself.� He crossed his arms over his chest, one finger
of his left hand tapping his right bicep.
�You are a
Slytherin. I am disappointed to have found you rolling around on the floor like
some lovesick Hufflepuff.� He glared down his nose
once more and abruptly turned and strode down the hallway, his boots making no
noise as he disappeared into the shadows of the dungeons.
Hermione
found herself undeniably aroused and oddly disappointed that things hadn�t
progressed further then they had. She growled inwardly, cursing herself for
allowing a few minutes of forced fantasy to affect her so.
Hermione
pushed Draco off of her and glared at him. �I don�t appreciate you taking
liberties with my breasts, Draco.� She smacked his arm angrily and then began rebuttoning her shirt.
Severus
stalked down into the deeper bowels of the dungeons, slipping in and out of the
shadows unconsciously as he allowed his thoughts to wander back to her.
He really
shouldn�t be surprised at her behavior; after all she did say that she had
spent the last year studying him. But to see that she was mimicking him was
just an overwhelming shock. Have I really been that obvious? He sighed
and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Well if I have, then it
really isn�t a shock that he saw through me.
Perhaps she
was just more keenly observant than he gave her credit for. She was unnaturally
clever and terribly quick making connections that others wouldn�t have known
existed. He smirked to himself, unconsciously puffing out his chest. That�s right, he thought happily, it wasn�t me at all.
He was proud
of the way that she handled herself tonight. Injured as she undoubtedly was,
she still walked into the Great Hall like nothing was wrong at all � and the
delightful way that she brushed off Minerva�s concerns � well, it was
positively malicious. He smirked happily; he could use this to rile Minerva
tomorrow.
He quickened
his pace when his wand started vibrating in his robes. Rotten little
miscreants, he growled to himself and headed down towards the Serpent�s
Den, wondering what the little beggars could be doing at three in the morning. Nothing good. He snorted to himself; of course
they were up to no good.
�I�ll get a
message to you sometime this week.� He said as he pulled his long fingers
trough his white-blond hair. He straightened his robes quickly before heading
around the corner.
Hermione
nodded, afraid to open her mouth, traitorous thing that it was. As soon as she
saw that Draco was gone, she positively flew out of the dungeons. For some
reason she was grateful that Professor Snape seemed to be distracted. She
didn�t want him to be disappointed in her, especially since he had seemed
almost proud of her earlier.
That in
itself was thoroughly shocking, but he seemed almost worried when he found her
earlier. She snorted to herself. Just entertaining the thought was absurd; he
held no concern or care for any student not in Slytherin. But he has saved
Harry�s life before, and Harry�s no Slytherin; he�s Gryffindor through
and through. So obviously he cares, at least to the point that he doesn�t want
anyone else to kill us. She giggled to herself. That�s probably
something that he reserves for himself.
She pushed
those thoughts out of her head as she saw the Fat Lady. Hermione resigned
herself to hear another lecture about propriety and behavior not befitting a
Gryffindor, but was pleasantly surprised; after she gave the password the Fat
Lady just grunted and went back to sleep.
Hermione
stepped through the portal and was getting ready to head up the stairs towards
the girl�s Dormitory, but was stopped by the glare of a red headed girl.
Ginny sat on
the fraying red couch, with her arms crossed and her foot bobbing up and down.
Her face was scrunched up in anger and Hermione knew that she would be
explaining herself tonight.
Hermione
sighed in resignation and sat heavily in the gold armchair, propping her head
up with her hand.
�Well?� Ginny
prompted, fire in her eyes.
Hermione
stared into the fire, watching the last of the fading embers for a few minutes
before Ginny cleared her throat loudly.
�Where did
you go Hermione?� She asked plainly, deciding that Gryffindor bluntness would
get her further.
Hermione
clutched at the hem of her skirt and began twisting it in her fingers. She
looked up at Ginny and sighed. �Look Gin,� she began. �I have been meeting with
someone.�
Ginny growled.
�So that�s it then. You would forgo your own safety just so you can snog some
guy?�
Hermione knew
that the way she looked probably didn�t help her case; her lips were slightly
swollen, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was in disarray. She was also
sure that her eyes were still slightly glazed with lust.
She snorted
to herself. Of course she looked like she was just snogged
within an inch of her life � she was! She knew that admitting that to Ginny
would just escalate the problem though. Plan B it is.
Hermione
snarled at her. �Do you really think that I�m like that? Honestly.� Hermione
crossed her arms and glared down her nose at Ginny. �I have been doing this
since last year. I meet with a spy. Our spy,� she clarified. �And said spy
gives us information that the Death Eaters in training would like to keep to
themselves.�
Ginny looked
at Hermione and after seeing that she was genuine, stood and gave her an
apologetic hug. �I�m sorry, Hermione. I should have known better than to think
that of you.� Ginny sighed and started pacing across the length of the Persian
rug in front of the fire. �It�s just that after what happened to you tonight I
was worried that something else had happened to you.�
Hermione gave
her a weak smile. �Next time I�ll leave a note under my pillow or something.
But you can�t tell anyone else; it�s already dangerous enough with just me
knowing of the spy�s existence, and now with you knowing�� Hermione yawned
widely. �Just don�t tell anyone else.�
Hermione
started walking towards the girl�s Dormitory and said, �Goodnight, Gin.�
A/N: Next chapter Severus
takes on the Serpent�s Den. Hermione deals with her boys and has a
confrontation.
Thanks for
everyone that has read my story and let me know what they thought. Your reviews
help me to improve - so review, flame, criticize, or just let me know what you
think. Thanks.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Wandering Road