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Broken Dreams	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34536 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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"I don't suppose you want to tell me what that was all about," Hermione asked her unusually silent friend.

"I don't mind," Ginny continued, her jaw firmly set as they strode onwards. "Harry and I got into a fight. We broke up. End of story."

"Oh Ginny, I'm sorry."

"Hmph. I'm not...not that much. I don't care anymore, I've got my own life to live."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Yes, I'd rather not if you don't mind," Ginny answered.

"Done. Although, it looks as if my acting as your back up backfired. Your brother propositioned me and then tried to kiss me when I turned him down."

"What?"

"Yes. And to make matters worse, I think a couple of fourth years witnessed the whole thing."

"Ugh, my ass hat of a brother! Subtlety is forever lost on him, isn't it?"

"The understatement of the year, Ginny."

Once the two girls got back to Hogwarts, Ginny told Hermione that she was off to take a hot bath and change into her pajamas, with aims of staying in bed for the rest of the day.

Curious to see if Severus had a bit of spare time, a notion that he would have scoffed at had she uttered such a thing to him, Hermione made her way to his office.

She felt a slight jolt as she was admitted past his wards and into the room.

"Good afternoon, Severus," she greeted when she found him prostrated behind his desk, scribbling away at a sheaf of parchment.

"Miss Granger," he greeted in a sour tone, not looking up at her.

Figuring that he was either in one of his moods or behaving so purely for the benefit of the nosy portraits in his office, Hermione ignored the slight and made her way to the sitting room.

She was leafing through an abandoned potions journal when she noticed Severus perched stiffly near his armchair.

"Where's Midnight?" she asked, looking up and smiling at the professor.

"Who the devil is Midnight?"

"Why, the kitten, of course!" Hermione answered, thumbing through the magazine.

"What on earth convinced you to name him Midnight?"

"Let me see," she mused, closing the magazine yet keeping one finger on the page she'd been reading. "Because his fur is black as midnight, and he always wakes up for a midnight snack. Something you barely notice as you make me go to sort it out."

Severus offered a gruff 'hmph', still glowering at her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her cheery smile faltering.

"Miss Granger, I would appreciate it if you didn't waste my time. If you choose to resort to childish games then by all means that is your prerogative. However, you of all people should know that I am not a man to be trifled with."

"Trifled with, what the hell are you on about?" she snapped.

"I'm talking about the Hogwarts Potions apprentice kissing that bloody boy out in full view of the students! What on earth were you thinking?" Severus nearly exploded.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione shouted, tossing the magazine back onto the table and standing up. "I didn't kiss him, he kissed me!"

"Oh, that's rich. Do you know how many times I've heard that ridiculous story from students that were caught red-handed?"

"But it's the truth!" Hermione vehemently cried. "I've never lied to you, I have no reason to!"

"I am well aware that you have difficulty controlling your hormones. However, I implore you to practice restraint and better judgment the next time you and Mr. Weasley decide to publicly display your affections towards one another."

Hermione looked at Severus as if she wanted to hex him. Had she been able to get away with it, she might have found the nerve to do so.

"Severus Snape, I'm well aware of your predisposition for behaving like a complete arse at times, but unreasonable is something that you are not! Now, what you've just said to me is beyond cruel and you know it."

"Why, Miss Granger? Does the truth hurt?" he asked softly, his black eyes glittering dangerously.

"Apparently it must, since you're giving me a hard time after I've already told you the truth!"

Hermione swallowed hard, her mouth dry and her stomach tensed up into a tight knot. Severus was still intently glaring at her, as if she'd just purposely set fire to the entire school.

"I'm not lying," she told him again, trying to force herself to calm down.

With a sneer worthy of his usual self, Severus whirled around and stormed out of his office, the door shutting with a resounding slam.

Hermione slumped down onto the sofa, unable to keep the tears that suddenly stung her eyes from falling. Everything had suddenly gone wrong, but it wasn't as if she could have controlled it. How the hell was she supposed to know that Ron was going to kiss her?

She reasoned that Severus could have used Ligilimency on her to see that she was, in fact, telling the truth, but the idea was distasteful. He was going to have to take her word for it, just as he'd been so swift to take the word of whatever faulty rumor mill that had gone blabbing.

Through the blurry haze of tears, Hermione noticed a streak of black running towards her. Midnight jumped onto her lap, nuzzling his little face into her green velvet dress and cloak.

"Hello, little one," she croaked, running her fingertips over his soft fur. Midnight was the one being stroked, yet he continued nuzzling his face into her hand as if he was the one offering comfort.

"You're a funny little kitty," Hermione told Midnight after getting a reign on her tears. Still sniffling, she held him in the crook of her left arm and got up off the couch. Desperate with the need to distract her jumbled mind, Hermione walked over to Severus' bookshelf. "Would you like me to read to you?" she asked.

Midnight yet out a soft meow, which she took to mean yes. "All right, let's see what we have."

Halfheartedly perusing the neatly stacked tomes, Hermione found an old text on Ancient Runes. Feeling slightly mollified, she flinched when Midnight suddenly dove out of her arm, landing quietly on the floor.

"Silly cat," she murmured, reaching back to the bookshelf without looking. Hermione didn't realize that she'd touched the second shelf, the very one Severus told her to avoid until it was too late.

Hermione didn't know how long she'd been on the floor of Severus' sitting room. All she was able to focus on was a sensation that was akin to being boiled alive if she had to describe it. The pain was white hot and sweeping from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet, rendering her helpless and incapable of moving.

She was already crying and screaming shrilly, the agony so fierce she gagged and nearly became sick on the carpet.

Midnight became startled at the writhing, shrieking witch and darted off to a quieter place in the office.

Ron kissing her, the argument with Severus; it all seemed trivial compared to the paroxysm she was unable to escape. It seemed the more she struggled against it, the worse it became.

'Let me die, please just let me die!' she thought, the idea of death not seeming remotely desperate. Every muscle in her body was clenched and screaming in protest, every bone down to the smallest one feeling as if it had been shattered into a million pieces.

Hermione had read about people passing out from enduring a bout of torturous pain, but it seemed as if fate would not be so kind.

Severus was at the other end of the castle, still silently brewing over the falling out between him and Hermione. It wasn't like him to lose control of his emotions. Hell, that alone had been the one factor that led to his longevity.

The moot point he'd brought up about Hermione and the Weasley boy kissing in public was a farce and he knew it. It was the idea of the witch becoming close with someone else that wasn't him that had him seeing red.

A sudden feeling of discomfiture overcame him. Severus was a man of science, one that believed in facts and tangible evidence. However, he was no fool and knew to never ignore his intuition, no matter how trite they might have seemed.

At the moment, it told him to return to his office.

Hermione was too far gone in agony to notice the pair of shiny, dragon hide boots that were next to her head.

Severus was greeted with shrill screams as soon as he walked into his office. It seemed that portraits were unable to withstand the noise thus abandoning their frames.

He'd never seen Hermione in a such a state. She was nearly ripping her hair out, her long green dress twisted around her body and riding up her legs as she writhed about, screaming next to his coffee table.

Knowing that he'd be unable to get any useful answers out of the blustering young woman, Severus immediately began looking around her for any clues. It was a split second after that he noticed the dusty tome on the second shelf that had been slightly pulled out of place.

It was one of the most dangerous books he owned on dark magic; which would curse anyone besides its owner if they so much as laid a fingertip on it.

Severus wanted to grouse that Hermione was thick headed, as he explicitly told her to avoid the second shelf, but he knew he needed to act quickly.

Wordlessly bending down to scoop her up in his arms, Severus winced at the sound of her shrill voice threatening to burst his ear drums. She was trembling and writhing violently, and he had to hold her tightly enough that he feared she would bruise from his firm grasp.

"Make it-make it st-!" she was barely able to choke out, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Severus hastily stepped into the Floo, unaware that the tiny black kitten was at his feet, as he called out to his private chambers.

Hermione was still shrilly screaming in pain when Severus laid her across his bed. She'd begun clawing at her wrists and he had to use magical bonds to hold her arms down above her head.

Being restrained only made her screaming worse, and Severus prostrated his body over hers, his strong legs firmly keeping her lower extremities in place.

Ghosting his hand over her writhing form, Severus began muttering the rarely used incantation to lift the curse that had firmly latched onto Hermione.

By his fifth round of chanting, her struggles began lessening, her cries of agony tapering off into subdued whimpers.

'Damn!' Severus inwardly swore. Had the spell not nearly killed her, he would have purely for her lack of regard.

Only dark magic was able to counter other forms of dark magic, and only he would have been able to lift the spell as he was the owner of the book. When Hermione was on the mend he made a mental note to soundly light into her.

Severus was a powerful wizard, with the strength that usually matched others that were at least a few centuries old. Still, he'd exerted more than the usual amount of magic and now felt slightly lethargic.

"Miss Granger," he called, now sitting next to her and looking down into her face.

Hermione had continued whimpering, although the wild look of fear in her brown eyes had faded for the most part. She began shaking her head in a silent protest when she saw Severus looming over her.

"N-no," she protested fervently, now remembering how he'd yelled at her, called her a liar and stormed out of the room.

"Hermione, look at me," he said, firmly cupping her chin in his hand, forcing her to stop shaking her head and look at him.

Despite her weakened state, Hermione was no match for his strength. Her amber eyes were still watering, and tears poured down her face leaving a dark spot on the eiderdown.

"Let me heal you," he told her, moving his hand from beneath her chin to smooth back the mussed curls.

Hermione tried speaking and choked on her words, shaking her head again.

"Don't be stupid girl," Severus nearly growled."You were just cursed. I'm not going to hurt you."

Watery brown eyes steadily bore up into unyielding black orbs. Finally relenting, Hermione gave a small nod of her head.

Wearily closing her eyes, Hermione's head lolled to the side as she felt Severus move closer to her. Her mind was still too foggy to focus on everything around her, but the low incantation coming from his mouth definitely sounded foreign.

Hermione felt a slight warmth trickling form in the pit of her stomach, slowing spreading making its way through the rest of her body. Outward it traveled to her limbs, over her breasts, up her neck and to her head.

Her breathing was growing more even, the tension in her limbs gradually slipping away.

Reveling in the sensation, Hermione found that it was steadily increasing until it the warmth felt like the heat of a low burning furnace.

Gasping in shock from its intensity, she found that it wasn't wholly unpleasant. Up and down the heat swept over her body, feeling as if it was working its way into every orifice, even between her legs, until she felt as if she was being smoldered from the inside out.

Keening softly, Hermione felt the heat intensifying on every sensitive area of her body, some areas that had yet to be discovered even by herself. Now coupled with it was the sensation of a light tugging or flicking, one that felt so real that Hermione had to force her eyes open to see if Severus had changed his rule and was, in fact, touching her.

She was astonished to find that neither of his hands were on her body. Both hands were merely ghosting over her still fully clothed body, hovering a few inches above her heavy, velvet dress. Severus wasn't looking at Hermione; he had his eyes closed, his calm face contradicting the depth of his utmost concentration.

The sides of her neck, the sweep of her spine, behind her knees and on the insides of her wrists were soon being phantasmically stimulated.

Her body arching slightly up off the bed, still bound at the wrists, Hermione felt the delicious flickering at her pebbled nipples, navel, inner thighs, leading up to her clitoris, the cleft of her behind and even inside of her untouched body.

Hermione realized that Severus hadn't been lying when he told her he'd take her apart from the inside out. Already forgetting her previous pain, she was lost to the invisible fingers roaming over her body, making her want to cry out wantonly and without inhibition.

Moaning and babbling incoherently, Hermione was unable to keep still as her body writhed of its own volition. The tugging on her nipples sent tremors down her stomach and clit, causing her womb to clench tightly in turn.

Suddenly feeling too hot in the velvet dress, Hermione's tights-covered feet clenched and curled up, futilely digging against the bed yet failing to make purchase. She felt the desperate need to hold onto something, but the invisible bonds on both wrists barely allowed her hands access.

"Oh god, oh god!" she moaned in a voice that was barely higher than a whisper, as her throat was raw and aching from her previous screams of pain. Her lungs felt as if they might burst through her chest, and she panted heavily trying to take in oxygen.

Biting down hard on her bottom lip, Hermione felt the fluttering flourish into a torturous gnawing that felt so good it was nearly painful. Her womb clenched tighter and tighter before finally releasing and erupting into spasms that caused Hermione's body to lurch sharply.

She cried and thrashed about, knocking firmly into Severus. With a soft cry her limbs went languid against the eiderdown as the waves finally subsided.

Severus opened his eyes and looked down at the young witch when her body went still. Hermione's chest was still sporadically heaving, her form occasionally shuddering as she began to come back down to earth.

Completely worn out from his efforts, Severus collapsed next to Hermione, his own breathing still a bit ragged. Once he managed to collect himself, he sat back up and released the invisible bonds on Hermione's wrist.

Frowning slightly at the red self-inflicted marks on her skin, he easily utilized wandless magic to heal the area. Reaching over, Severus tilted Hermione's face towards his, finding that she'd either fainted or was fast asleep.

'That's a novel idea,' he thought, lying his head next to hers and almost instantly dropping off to sleep. Both parties were unaware that Midnight had crept into the room after their episode and was curled up at the foot of the bed.

Hermione stirred slightly, feeling something damp yet rough instantly flicking out at her cheek.

"Oh no you don't, you little bugger," she heard a deep baritone rumble next to her, the strange sensation on her cheek ceasing. "Leave Hermione alone. She needs her rest."

Groggily turning her head, she found that she was still fully dressed and in bed next to Severus. Midnight was with him, now perched atop of his black trouser clad thigh.

"How are you feeling?" he asked when Hermione's amber eyes focused on his.

"Utterly knackered," she answered, her body still weighted down with lassitude.

"I don't think you need me to point out the idiocy of your actions," Severus continued, his tone surprisingly not biting.

"It was an accident," Hermione countered, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes, one that nearly cost you your life had I not found you in time!" he snapped. "When I tell you not to touch something, it's not because I'm eager to hear the dulcet tones of my voices. It's because I need you to take heed of my instructions."

"I know Severus!" she cried sluggishly. "Your little furry mate there distracted me. I was trying to take out the book on Ancient Runes when he jumped from my arm. I blindly tried plucking the book from the stack but yes you are correct, I should have been watching what I was doing."

"You might not have even found the damned book had I not...as it were I apologize for my behavior. It seems I was a bit hasty in jumping to conclusions."

Hermione wanted to say 'I told you so', but knew that it had been hard enough for Severus to admit that he was wrong in the first place. She opted to keep the sarcasm to a minimum and remained silent.

Gingerly shifting closer towards Severus, Hermione pressed her back against his chest, sighing contentedly when his arm came around her front. Midnight decided that he wasn't going to be left out of the fold and climbed down from Severus' thigh, prostrating himself in front of Hermione's chest.

"Damn thing is spoilt," she heard him grumble next to her ear.

Chuckling slightly, Hermione grew quieted at the feel of the light vibrations of Midnight's breathing, and Severus' fingers on her waist.

"What time is it?"

"About two in the morning."

"Did I really sleep that long?" Hermione asked in shock.

"Yes. We both did actually. Your cat decided it was time for his milk and woke me up by batting his paws at my face. I woke up not long before you did."

"We slept through dinner. No wonder I'm famished."

"I can remedy that," Severus offered. "I've finally gotten you back to your proper weight. I'm not about to let you return to an emaciated state."

"Thank you...I think."

"Believe me, there is nothing attractive about a witch whose bones poke through. A woman should feel soft with curves that you can hold onto."

Hermione involuntarily shivered at the unerring sensual notion that fell from Severus' mouth.

"Alright, before I start sounding like a bleeding wax poetic, let me summon the house-elves to bring us supper."

"And some milk for Midnight," Hermione added.

"Yes, I know," he grumbled.

Ten minutes later Hermione and Severus were in his sitting room, sharing a late night meal, Midnight at their feet eagerly engrossed in his dish of milk.

Between bites Hermione was finally able to explain what happened earlier in Hogsmeade between her and Ron, as well as the argument between Ginny and Harry.

Severus scoffed when he heard Harry's name, yet became brooding when Hermione said that Ron kissed her without asking, even after telling him that she was involved with someone.

"A troll has better manners than that boy," he snapped. "He's lucky he's no longer in this school."

"Not to worry. I have no intention of speaking to him for a long time."

Once their meal was over with, the tray of dishes popped out of view. Hermione yawned, finding that she was still tired and eager to go back to sleep.

"Rash Granger, you're still going to feel like that when you wake up tomorrow."

Hermione blinked sleepily, standing up from the sofa. "I'll take some Pepperup potion."

Severus harrumphed."If you do, make sure you brew it yourself."

Making her way to the bedroom, Hermione realized that Midnight was hot on her trail and had to shoo him back to the sitting room. Picking up her neatly folded nightgown from the armchair, she proceeded to pull the heavy velvet dress off her body.

Severus had just stepped into the bedroom when his eyes briefly caught a sliver of Hermione's naked back and knickers clad bottom before the nightgown was pulled into place.

"Couldn't you have done that in the lav?" he asked gruffly.

"No. It's cold in there," she answered.

"You are much too forward, witch."

"Forward would have been if I got into your bed with nothing on at all," Hermione countered, unfastening her bra underneath her gown and tugging it out through the collar.

Although his face didn't betray it, Severus felt his groin twitch at the idea of the sweet smelling witch completely nude in his bed. Still shaking his head, he withdrew his wand and lazily flicked it down the front of his frock coat, making all of the buttons come undone.

"I figured you had to use a spell; I'd go round the bend doing all of those by hand every morning."

"Am I really to suffer your endless banter about the manner in which I dress?" Severus asked, glaring at Hermione whom was already beneath the eiderdown on her side of the bed.

"Sorry."

Chiding herself to shut her mouth, she continued raptly watching Severus' fluid movements as he undressed. One he'd shrugged the black coat off, long graceful fingers unfastened the buttons on the white shirt, then moved up to unwind the tightly tied cravat .

Severus was about to remove both items when he noticed that Hermione was completely absorbed in his ministrations.

"What are you gawking at?" he snapped, his hands pausing at the loosened cravat at his neck.

Hermione wondered if she should be honest. Her eyes were greedily taking in the sight of the rarely exposed alabaster skin through the few inches of the opened white dress shirt. Hermione had felt Severus' torso pressed against hers while they were sleeping but she'd yet to actually see it with nothing covering it.

"No restraint whatsoever," Severus grumbled, turning his back to Hermione. He was a fiercely private man and never let anyone see him completely disrobed. His brief sexual encounters entailed him only removing or shifting aside whatever clothing was necessary to complete the task at hand.

Now he had a nosy little witch that was barely older than a child in his bed, her brown eyes boldly raking down his form. He'd turned his back merely to spare the piteous glance that was sure to come about had she seen the scars mapping across his neck and chest and the faded Dark Mark on his left forearm.

Seeing that her little show had been brought to an abrupt halt, Hermione buried her face in the pillow and closed her eyes. Shortly after the lights went out in the room and Severus climbed into bed, wearing what she surmised were his black pajamas.

Cautiously scooting over, Hermione rested her head against Severus' shoulder, becoming relaxed when he draped an arm around her body. Burrowing her face in his chest, she soon fell asleep in same position.

"Ginny, can I ask you something? It's a bit personal," Hermione said a few days later.

Classes were finished for the day and the two were had their respective work out in front of them, curled up on Hermione's bed.

"It can't be anything worse than my brothers have tried to get out of me," she replied. "Yeah, sure."

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Ginny's eyebrows nearly shot off her forehead at the unexpected question, her brown eyes growing bright with amusement before she nearly tipped to the side laughing.

"Yes. It's been known to happen," she answered when she finally caught her breath. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I think I've had one but I'm not sure."

"Hermione, are you taking the piss at me? All of those books you have your head buried in, I'm surprised you haven't shared any new techniques with me!"

It wasn't as if Hermione never masturbated before; she was like every other young witch that had certain needs. Carrying the deed out to fruition was the blurry part, one that usually left her more antsy and damp between the legs than when she started. In the end, her wrist burned from the frantic rubbing and she decided that it was more trouble than was worth.

"Well of course I've read about it Ginny! But let's just say the few times I tried to...test the theory so to speak, my experiment failed. Damn you Weasley! Stop laughing at me!"

Ginny was bowled over with giggles again, her pale, freckled face now shaded red. "I'm sorry love, but you threw me for a loop. I wasn't quite expecting a question like that. So what happened, you were having a go at yourself and you found what you were looking for?"

She winked suggestively at Hermione, still grinning broadly.

Her friend's laughter was infectious, and soon Hermione was giggling along with her. Although it wasn't as if she was able to admit what prompted her question.

'I accidentally touched a cursed book, and our snarky headmaster took me to his private chambers where he used two forms of Dark Magic, two wandless spells the latter of which had me screaming as if I was being buggered most thoroughly.'

Hell no, she would take that event to her grave.

"Yes, that's what happened."

"Put it like this," Ginny continued, her face screwed up in contemplation. "If it felt like you couldn't breathe, and your body was squeezing tight and it hurt but felt good at the same time, only for it to get better afterwards...well then. Sounds like you did it right."

"Oh my gosh," Hermione moaned, burying her flaming face in both hands. The idea that she couldn't even bring herself to climax was bad enough. The fact that the headmaster had caused her to reach her first peak without so much as touching her unnerved her to say the least.

"Aww, our little Hermione is a fully grown witch now!" Ginny cackled, leaning over to nudge her friend in the ribs. "Shall we break out the Champagne and make a toast?"

"Oh, you are horrid!" Hermione snapped, reaching over to pluck the pillow from the headboard and chuck it at Ginny.

"You know I'm only teasing," Ginny laughed, folding the pillow in half and placing it in her lap. "But it's a good thing that you know how to do it yourself. These ruddy blokes are only worried about getting themselves off, never mind their witch's needs. They wouldn't know their way around the clitoris even if they had a Marauder's Map to point it out."

"Ginny!" Hermione shrieked. She knew her friend was bold and rarely bit her tongue, much like herself. However, it was the first time they'd spoken so candidly about sex. Hermione should have known that with practically a Quidditch team of brothers, Ginny would be anything but a shrinking violet discussing such personal matters.

"Well, thank you for your insight," Hermione said, suddenly desperate to change the subject. "Other than that, how've you been holding up?"

"Quite all right, to be honest," Ginny replied. "Harry sent me an owl telling me that I was being 'unreasonable' as he put it, and I sent him back a Howler. I'm sure he got the hint."

Hermione bit back a laugh.

"Ron is still put out with me, but I don't care. I sent my brother Charlie an owl and even he told me that I shouldn't waste my time; that if Harry really wanted to be with me then he'd make time instead of excuses."

"Charlie makes a good point," Hermione admitted.

"Yes, and he doesn't dither about, which is why I usually go to him for advice. Don't get me wrong, I love the rest of my brothers - even that pompous git Percy - but I think they forget that I'm seventeen years old, not seven."

"That's what older brothers are for, I presume; to miscalculate your age and annoy the hell out of you with their over-protectiveness."

"I suppose," Ginny replied, snapping her book shut. She hopped down off Hermione's bed, walking over to her shoes and stepping into them. "Let's go to dinner. I studied right through lunch and I'm starving."

"Okay," Hermione said, moving to put on her own shoes.

They were on the way to the great hall when Ginny began musing out loud.

"You know...I wonder if that's why Luna looks so bloody collected every day," she said.

"What?" Hermione asked confusedly.

Ginny shot her friend a wicked grin. "Multiples of the thing you asked me about, Hermione. Imagine if one can make you weak, what two or three can do...or undo. Maybe that's why Luna is so happy all of the time."

"You naughty witch!" Hermione hissed, unable to stop from giggling. "I don't suppose you're going to ask her to divulge the secrets of her serenity now, are you?"

"Dunno. Do you think she'd tell me?"

Hermione shook her head and tugged her friend in the direction of the great hall.
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