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Night Patrol	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 57765 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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She was warm, enveloped in a thick and soft feeling. They were sheets, a duvet and something extremely comfortable, but not any bed dressings that she owned. Her eyes were groggy, slow to open as she found them met with darkness. Her limbs ached and there was a dull but somewhat pleasant throb between her legs. The memories flooded into her mind all too quickly, causing a moment of dizziness. Trying to strain against the darkness it did not take Hermione long to discover that she was alone in his bed.

            It begged the question of his whereabouts but she was loathe to disentangle her body from the comfortable linens. She’d managed to kick out of her skirt somehow, feeling the sheets fully against her naked body. After a few more moments of remaining wrapped in the comfort of his bed sheets Hermione slowly dragged her legs over the edge and felt the floor. Plush carpet met her toes. She wasn’t sure why she had been expecting cold hardwood flooring, but was pleasantly surprised nonetheless. Fumbling around in the darkness she managed to locate both her blouse and skirt, and she slipped into them before seeking the door.

            His form was curled up tightly on the tiny couch, head resting at an awkward angle, eyes closed. He had fallen asleep on his couch and she frowned. With a careful step toward him, Hermione gently placed a hand on his shoulder. She shook his figure gently, not wanting to startle him. It only took a moment for him to be roused from his slumber, the embers glowing in the hearth the only remaining light in his vast living chambers. Shadows danced across her face but there she was standing before him, once again dressed.

            Her face was painted with a faint blush as she spoke. “You should have woken me; I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.”

            He nodded. “I did not think it appropriate to slumber beside you.”

            Hermione did not speak. Again the level of appropriateness was being brought into things but she hardly thought it mattered after everything they’d done. But she held her tongue not really sure how to express her disinterest in appropriateness. She settled instead on less harsh words. “But it is your bed, sir.”

            “Yes it is, but the couch was suitable while you slumbered in it.” His voice was once again quiet, almost broken as it had been when she’d first entered his bed chambers. “It is late,” he added.

            Hermione nodded slowly and closed her eyes. “Yes, yes it is.”

            “And you shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

            Again she nodded. They stung, his words, though she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t as if she had some great romantic interest in the man before her. But there was something about being dismissed so easily that wounded her pride. It were as if his dismissal were a disapproval of her actions; as if she had failed to learn what he had ventured to teach. Hermione pursed her lips to speak but thought better of it and simply nodded again. Would she stoop so low as to beg him not to throw her out? To what end? To stay and further humiliate herself or to find some cuddly warmth next to his person? Neither was practical.

            He rose from the couch, limbs stiff, back aching. Severus was grateful for the darkness. His eyes were easily able to search hers without appearing to be staring. The world of questions and emotions that bubbled there bordered on disturbing, but he dared not ask what she was thinking. He’d crossed a line and had no intentions of furthering it by keeping the girl in his bed. To deny that it had felt pleasant to be nestled in her warmth would be a foolish and outright lie, but he would no sooner admit it than he would ask her to stay. He nodded toward the door that lead through his library and back into his office.

            Hermione frowned, but quickly pulled her lips into a neutral state. She didn’t wish to appear upset, after all she’d gotten what she’d come for, an education of sorts, a teaching of carnal acts. The dull throb between her thighs reminded her of that. She would need a shower when she returned to her dormitory, and she pondered stopping off at the Prefect’s bathroom on the way.

            The question resounded in the room for a moment before she realized that it had been her own voice asking it. “Might I use your shower before I go?”

            It was an odd question and he’d been caught off guard. He wasn’t sure what he had expected her to say if he’d expected anything at all, but to hear a question and of all questions that one in particular, it had thrown him. She’d caught him off guard a fair bit throughout the evening. Severus closed his eyes for a moment and tried to clear his thoughts. It was, after all, only the shower.

            But a slinky little demon slipped into his mind, the thought of her not only completely naked, but dripping wet and surrounded by steam had his blood running hot. He clenched his fists at his side, trying to chase the image from his mind. “I do not think that would be a wise idea, Miss Granger.” He said, his voice quivering ever so slightly.

            Hermione’s eyes widened as she heard the subtle shiver in his voice. Her eyes shot to his trousers half expecting to see his erection straining in them, only with the darkness it was difficult to see anything at all. She did notice the outline of his fists, clenched tightly at his sides and for a moment she forgot herself and pressed her advantage. “I wouldn’t want to return to Gryffindor Tower appearing disheveled and smelling of sex at this hour, Sir. It might raise questions.” Her tone was innocent and she tried her best not to look him in the eye.

            But he took the bait all too easily and Hermione had to suppress the urge to grin. “Very well…” he muttered and cast his arm out to the side, gesturing toward the direction of the bathroom.

            “It’s very dark, sir, and I’m afraid my eyesight is poor in such low light…” she trailed off and waited patiently for him to show her the way to the bathroom. She couldn’t really see it but wasn’t so terrible at fumbling in the dark that she wouldn’t have found it on her own if she had tried. Hermione followed his lead, keeping close behind him as he stepped quickly into the corridor that held his bedroom on one side and the bathroom on the other. With a simple flick of his wrist a series of candles were lit and the bathroom glowed in pale yellow.

            She saw his face properly for the first time since having him inside of her and Hermione could not contain her blush. She looked on him with new eyes, with eyes that had seen the man naked. Only she hadn’t seen him fully naked, only his manhood and thighs, both of which were impressive, but a part of her longed to see more. She stepped past him and entered the bathroom, gazing around in wonder at the lavish furnishings. She’d seen them when she’d peeked in before, trying to determine which room had led to his bedroom, but they seemed much more exquisite up close.

            He waited with baited breath in the doorway of the bathroom. She needed to be gone from his chambers, gone from his mind, any and all forms of gone as quickly as possible. He gripped the doorframe when she spun around and stepped slowly back toward him. Severus Snape felt his body stiffen when she placed her hand flat against his chest. “Miss Granger…” he drawled, his voice low, almost husky.

            “Sir?” she asked, looking up with almost astounded innocence. She blinked her eyes, slowly, once then once more before she met his gaze.

            Whatever she was playing at, he was failing miserably. He swallowed hard and could no longer fight the sensations that were stirring in his trousers. Her hair fell so softly in gentle wavy curls that framed her face and the candlelight made her skin shimmer ever so slightly and her blouse was ill-fitted over her swollen bosoms; the image of her almost too much. He closed his eyes. “Miss Granger I suggest you get in the shower so that you can take your leave…”

            If his voice had wavered slightly before it was shuddering as he choked over his words. He opened his eyes upon hearing the sound of rustling fabric. She’d discarded her blouse and now stood before him chest exposed, her nipples hardened against the cool air. His lips were dry and it took every ounce of control that remained to prevent him from licking them. He longed to devour her; to thrust her back into the shower, flood the room his scalding water and steam, and ravish her in the shower from behind.

            “Sir?” she asked again, slowly pulling her skirt down her thighs. “Join me?” she asked almost so quietly she wasn’t sure if she’d even uttered it aloud.

            Severus immediately straightened and turned his back to her. He braced himself once more against the doorframe, his chest tight, his breath catching in his throat. “Your requests grow more inappropriate with each one you make,” he tried his best to snap, but his voice was once more a throaty whisper, failing to conceal his own arousal. Fire shot through his being as her palm pressed gently against his back. Even through his shirt he could feel the warmth of her hand; her simple touch enough to ignite a passion deep within his loins.

            “Sir?” she repeated.

            Hermione’s eyes flew open wide as he spun around and stepped forward, forcing her back into the bathroom. He pushed the door shut behind him and placed a hand on her shoulder. More than anything he longed to tangle his fingers into her hair and ravage her mouth with his own, to feel her lips against his, her body writhing against his but it had gone far enough. His lips were parted to speak, to send forth a vile string of insults that would send her fleeing from his sight when he felt her tiny hand pressed against his erection, a thin film of fabric separating skin from skin. Severus groaned, eyes nearly rolling back in his head as she gave his member a firm squeeze.

            Any hopes of control were lost at her touch. He ripped her hand from his trousers and pinned both of her wrists together in his grip, holding her arms above her head. For a moment he watched fright and surprise flicker across her eyes. But he didn’t linger on her eyes for long. With his free hand he made quick work of his trousers, stepped out of them and backed her into the shower. Severus released her wrists and in one swift motion removed his shirt. He stood before her naked but did not give her time to fully take in his appearance.

            Hot water flooded from the high tap as he wrenched the knob upward and pulled the glass door of the shower shut. Steam began to build around them as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Severus dropped her back over his arm, arching her breasts upward, exposing her throat. She gasped when his lips met her skin, suckling and licking at the side of her throat, his right hand roaming over her breast. Hermione whimpered hot water splashing down on her body, spraying over her face as his hand snaked its way down her body and parted her thighs.

            Hermione was balanced on her tiptoes arched over his arm, resting most of her weight on his forearm. Severus growled, trailing his lips over her sweet skin, allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure of her taste. He laved his tongue over her nipple, suckling it into his mouth before nipping it. She screamed; her body twitching and he smirked against her flesh, his fingers idly stroking through her curls. One slender digit prodded at her entrance, once again slick and he felt his erection twitching, begging for attention.

            The steam whooshed around her as she forced her upright but before Hermione could gain her bearings, he had turned her around and pressed her against the wall of the shower. She threw her palms out, catching herself before her torso hit the wall but she was yanked back just as quickly. He grabbed her hips and turned her around once more, backing her against the wall until her back was flush with the cool tile. Hot water sprayed her face and obscured her view. His hands gripped her hips once more and hoisted her off her feet.

            Before she could protest or shift about Hermione screamed out, feeling his length forced up inside of her. He rocked himself forward and then backward, thrusting into her and she cried out again. It had been so sudden, she hadn’t expected it, but it felt incredible. Her legs were quick to wrap tightly about his waist. The steam, the hot spray, his lips on her neck, once again sucking and biting, she was groaning and crying out, the sensations overwhelming her.

            Hermione gripped the back of his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as he fucked her. Harder and harder he pushed himself into her, rocking faster and faster. The steam swirled around them, hot spray splashing over their bodies. He grunted, growling as he felt the tiny little half-moon marks she ground into his skin. His teeth pressed harshly on her flesh and she yelped twitching and shuddering. He hadn’t broken skin but rather sent her sailing over the edge, one hand tweaking her nipple hard, the other buried between them, flicking at her nub. She sobbed with pleasure as she shook.

            Severus arched his hips harder, pressing firmly up into her and came shortly thereafter. He was panting, licking at her neck as he tried to slow his breathing. His hips ached, his body trembled and for a moment he forgot that he held her pinned between his body and the wall. She started to slip down the wall but he shifted his weight and hoisted her up. Hermione wrapped both arms tight around his back, letting her head fall against his shoulder, wet tresses clinging to his arms. She didn’t care if it seemed too intimate, she was afraid if she tried to stand she would collapse.

            He held her for a moment, hot water continuing to pour down on them. Severus lifted one hand and pushed it through her hair, sliding her wet tresses back from her face. His dark hair hung around his shoulders, his body glistening with the water. She blinked several times trying to clear the droplets from her eyes as he gently pulled his hips back and let his somewhat flaccid erection slide from between her thighs. Her legs trembled as she slowly untangled them from around his body and let her feet touch the floor of the shower. Hermione lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed up at him, still blinking back the water as it fell.

            He was at a loss for everything; words, gestures, sense. She’d robbed him of everything sane. Severus slowly brought his hand forward and cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, shivering despite the heat of the shower. He slowly swiped his thumb across her bottom lip and watched as she opened her mouth, inhaled sharply and sighed contentedly. He tilted her chin up and lowered his head slightly, bringing his lips to her ear. “I won’t…” he whispered, but allowed his body to fall heavy against hers, skin to skin only the hot droplets of water trapped between them.

            Hermione let her head rest back against the wall of the shower for a moment. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, letting her lips hover just over his ear. She brushed a handful of wet tresses back and tucked them behind his ear before she whispered, “Then I will…”

            His face was level with hers, eyes open and blinking against the water. He slowly shook his head no, but did not resist her as she leaned forward. She closed her eyes, and pressed her body against his. “Miss Granger…” he muttered, once again shaking his head, but she pressed her lips to his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

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