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Unintentional Inveiglement	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 130141 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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A/N: SO sorry for the delay. You all are the best!! Now I won't even mention what time it is, so this thing will get another read through tomorrow and all errors, cause I'm sure there are some, will be fixed. Again, the reviews, ideas, threats, love notes, marriage proposals (wait, don't think I got one of those)-I loved them all! Mooore! :D

Severus remained on his knees, leaning over Hermione and carrying most of his weight on his left elbow. Her bare feet brushed against his slender limbs, although Hermione was unaware that she had curled her toes up in a fit of anxiety. She knew her first time would be uncomfortable; that was to be expected. Hermione hadn't enjoyed it when Severus first penetrated her with his fingers, but the discomfort had soon given way to pleasure.

Although that was only two fingers, and his cock was thicker compared to his slim digits.

While Hermione was having a bit of an internal meltdown, Snape was distracted by the sight of her bared, nubile form on display before him. The young witch continued to appear more anxious by the minute, flinching slightly when Severus moved over her and covered her body with his. Hermione's brown eyes slowly came into focus when she noticed that Severus' face was inches away from hers.

In spite of the fact that up until now, Severus had for the most part taken his time with her, Hermione still somewhat expected him to just shove his way into her body, thus she was unable to help her nervousness. Hence her surprise when he lowered his head, merely slipping his tongue past her lips while allowing his body to press lightly upon hers.

Unable to hold back a soft moan, Hermione thought it a shame that it had taken a few days to convince Severus to kiss her, as he proved to be quite skilled at doing so. A curtain of straight black hair tickled her cheek , and would have obscured her vision had her eyes been open. The tip of Severus' tongue teased and caressed hers, never moving too deeply or making Hermione feel as if she were being choked.

Just as Hermione slid her arms around Severus' neck, becoming lost in the feel of his mouth languidly moving against hers, he broke their kiss and moved up onto his knees, sliding his hands along her inner thighs. Tugging Hermione towards him and angling her hips against his, he then grabbed his cock, teasing the outside of Hermione's folds with the tip. His hand moved atop her cleft while his thumb brushed against the hood of her clit, using the right hand to drag his length along her slickened seam. The puffy folds parted and enveloped him, the hot, little mouth of Hermione's entrance already tempting him to drive home in a single thrust. He gently prodded her for a moment, allowing Hermione to get used to the feel of him against her. Finally unable to hold out any longer, Severus began using slow, calculated movements to inch forward into Hermione's body.

Hermione's legs were tense against Severus, yet she remained completely still, eyes squeezed shut and not making a single sound as he slowly moved against her. She was fine until the flared part of his shaft pressed against her barrier, and Hermione instantly shrank back, trying to avoid the pain.

The last thing Severus wanted to do was stop, but he did, pausing to look down at Hermione who was biting down on her bottom lip. Realizing that he was waiting for her to give him some sort of a signal, she opened her eyes, giving a small nod for him to keep going. He managed to get all of a few inches before Hermione jerked away from him again. Her hands had been lying by her side before they came up to Severus shoulders, pushing at him whenever things became too painful.

Swearing inwardly, Hermione tried to coax herself to ignore the pain and keep going. She felt completely gauche for retreating from the wizard each time he tried to make his way into her body, but it hurt a lot more than she had anticipated.

"I'm alright," she told him, although there was a slight waver to her voice.

Grasping the base of his shaft, Severus guided himself against Hermione once more, moving slowly as humanly possible. Still Hermione gasped in pain and moved away; each time Severus following her until they were both lying horizontally across the bed.

Taking his time with an innocent was something Severus had little experience with, and he attempted to distract Hermione, running his hand over her trembling stomach in between plucking and caressing her erect nipples, and kissing her. While Hermione enjoyed his hands stroking her skin, his efforts did little to negate the fiery burn of Severus trying to penetrate her. His lips were now against hers, and Hermione had her arms around Severus' neck, completely enthralled with the kiss yet whimpering into his mouth, her pointy fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whined, unable to keep from clamping down and refusing to allow Severus to go any further after what felt like the umpteenth time.

Hermione felt hot and sticky, perspiration dotting her skin despite the cool air in the room. On top of it all, she felt badly, wondering if Severus was as frustrated as she. But she was sure there had to be more than this... damnably uncomfortable feeling. She knew there was; that much was clear from everything else she had experienced sexually at Severus' hand thus far. Besides, hadn't she heard little knots of older girls talking in hushed tones about the things that they'd done with their boyfriends in the privacy of whatever space they managed to find? Those girls sounded as if sex was the next best thing since...she didn't know what. The only thing that managed to thrill her up until now was the feeling of coming across a book she hadn't yet read, and that was only until she had experienced Severus' mouth bringing her to orgasm.

That had by far surpassed the thrill a new book.

But this was ridiculous. Hermione knew she was over-thinking things, as she tended to do, but there really was no way to ignore the way her body continued to protest Severus' ingress. She had half a mind to tell him to just swiftly move past her hymen, but each time he was partway inside of her, she realized that the idea wasn't so great. She already knew her first time would hurt, but never had an idea of how much that would be. Snape's cock felt as if it were squeezing her walls nearly to the breaking point, yielding a stringing, aching, stretching sensation that Hermione was unable to avoid, no matter what he did or how slowly he moved.

Severus paused to peer down at Hermione again, the expression on his usually stoic face plainly conveying for her to stop apologizing, that he wasn't cross with her. On the contrary; he was displayed an exceeding amount of patience. As much as he wanted to hastily plunge into her depths, restraint was something that Severus had experience with, even if ever since coming to Grimmauld Place, he'd found his ever upheld self-control being tested on an almost daily basis. He still hadn't completely grasped the concept of Hermione Granger lying naked in his bed, in his arms, willingly offering her untouched body to him.

Snape was also surprised that Hermione wasn't badgering him to tell her just how he knew about her virginal status. Of course, there was always later, and surely he would have some answering to do, which he didn't mind. But his suspicions had been confirmed right when he covered Hermione's naked body with his own. The look on her face clearly showed that she had expected to be eaten alive, and a mixture of surprise and relief overshadowed her panic when he didn't rush right in.

His task still wasn't easy by any means; Severus barely penetrated Hermione before her tight walls bore down on him, squeezing the tip of his engulfed cock and nearly making him light-headed from arousal.

Desperate to feel more of her squeezing his shaft, Severus rocked his hips more insistently against Hermione, earning a sharp gasp from her. Up until that point he'd been doing a fine job of not being hasty, but now all of that was hurriedly flying out the window, a need to be fully buried within the witch taking over his senses.

Because Hermione had been holding her legs back for so long, along with tension cramping the rest of her muscles, her entire body was beginning to ache. Despite being pinned to the bed by Severus' weight, she stretched her legs alongside his, instant relief coursing through her limbs as her toes brushed against his calves.

His shaft had slid out of place from the last time Hermione pulled away. It was clear that the witch wanted to go all the way, but was having the hardest time with making her body relaxed enough to accept him.

Snape wasn't completely without compunction, but he'd teetered the fine edge of his breaking point more times than he cared for. Swiftly he repositioned Hermione beneath him, hovering over her and straddling her thighs, his slender legs hooked around hers to keep her in place. Without another word he placed himself back at her entrance, beginning a more solid ingress into her body.

Blatant discomfort was etched all over Hermione's face, though she never told him to stop. Even if she had, Severus didn't know if he would have been able to. When he pulled back and entreated further into that tight, hot niche, Hermione let out a loud gasp, yet still she let Severus press on.

Trembling from head to toe, her short nails digging into Severus' biceps and threatening to draw blood, Hermione still did her best to keep a level head. But those little gasps she kept releasing turned into one long, shrill cry when the wizard's hips finally lunged all the way forward. That swift, solid move took a mere second to seat him firmly within her confines, until his sac was flush against her tightly clenched behind, and Hermione was unable to breathe for a moment. Only when she was able to take in air again, did a howl of pain erupt from her chest.

Hermione's cries ended up falling upon deaf ears, as Severus was now insensate to everything but the feel of her hot, throbbing passage hugging his cock. Repositioning his legs back between Hermione's thighs, Severus shoved both hands beneath her hips, his long fingers digging into the soft orbs of her behind as he began pulling her against him to meet each thrust.

Her cries could have very well been from pain or pleasure-neither really sounded all that different. Severus figured it was most likely still pain, as Hermione hadn't yet figured out how to fully relax her body and accept him, a good indicative being her short nails still firmly embedded into his forearms.

Each time he pulled back it stung. There was a trace of underlying pleasure, yet pain continued to override it and Hermione forced herself to not push Severus away. Soon the sensation of being filled and stretched out in a way that she was unaccustomed to no longer hurt as badly as when Severus first joined her body with his. But he was definitely bottoming out within her, hitting the back of her walls, and Hermione felt it right in the pit of her stomach. Realizing that she was nearly clawing at Severus' forearms-although he didn't seem to mind- Hermione pried her fingers loose and held onto the duvet instead.

Severus slowed down long enough to pull his hands from beneath Hermione's behind and move them under her shoulders. Lowering his body until his chest was against hers, Severus heard Hermione inhale softly as her stiffened nipples graze against his skin.

"Am I still hurting you?" he asked in a low voice.

Hermione thought about telling him 'no', but knew that she was rubbish when it came to lying. Severus himself told her that she had a too-honest face. "It's still a little..." she trailed off, obviously not wanting to put him off.

Severus said nothing, but he did become less hasty with his movements. Hermione eventually managed to collect herself, and opened her eyes to peer at the wizard laboring over her. While Severus' face almost looked the same as it did any other day, Hermione saw that his mouth was partially slack, and there was a fiery glint in his black eyes. His fingers continued clasping onto her shoulders, biting fervently into her skin each time his hips surged forward.

Severus was doing his best to not outright pummel into Hermione, but the warm, snug clasp he was buried in squeezed him in the most sublime way, and it was a miracle he hadn't yet exploded. It was clear that Hermione was getting far less enjoyment out of their coupling than he was, but that was to be expected. Severus fully planned on making it up to her another time, but right now he was only able to focus on one thing-his own release.

Shifting his weight one last time to move his hands back to Hermione's waist, Severus' held on and pulled her back to deliver long, deep strokes that made the witch quiver and alternate between loud gasps and raw-sounding moans.

Hermione felt completely overwhelmed, and was barely able to catch her breath. Severus kept sliding into her as if it were the last thing he planned on doing, and the frantic cadence along with the intense sensations rushing through her limbs literally took the rest of her senses away. Just when everything began to culminate into something that vaguely resembled her coming all over Severus' hand, his fingers dug almost painfully into her abdomen as he let out a deep, strangled groan. Severus' face was oddly contorted in a parody of a grimace, yet by then she knew enough to understand that it was just the opposite.

Thrusting unevenly against her a few more times before he finally stopped, Severus remained hovered over Hermione, his hair falling over eyes that were screwed shut as he fought to catch his breath. It was a while before he looked down at a slightly trembling Hermione, finding that she had her eyes closed and was still clutching onto the duvet.

Damn, he thought, pulling out of her and moving to her side. He took instant notice of the blood streaked along his shaft, Hermione's inner thigh, and the patch of duvet beneath her. Severus knew that he hadn't completely let loose on her, while reasoning that he should have taken more care.

Hermione's thoughts, on the other hand, were at the other end of the spectrum. Her insides throbbed and still felt swollen. While she admittedly felt sore, there had been something much better on the horizon, yet the sensation faded once Severus erupted inside of her. Itchy and uncomfortable with remnants of an unfulfilled climax, Hermione literally ached all over and was tempted to ask Severus to put her out of her misery. Yet when she reflexively clenched her muscles, a definite tenderness announced itself and a second round was something that Hermione was not ready for.

Becoming aware of the speechless wizard sat next to her on the bed, Hermione opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

Severus said nothing as he continued to curiously peer between her legs, his eyes roving over the reddened area.

Where would you like me to start? he silently asked, yet kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to be too abrasive after their intimate encounter. For starters, Severus was a bit angry at himself for losing control of his own body, but Hermione felt so good that all thoughts of stopping or slowing down at the very least had been on the backburner of his mind. When he finally broke through Hermione's untouched passage, her cry had been a terrible thing to hear, yet it didn't stop him from screwing her into the bed sheets. Now she was staring at him, surely wondering why he wasn't speaking to her.

"Are you all right?" he finally asked, relieved when Hermione nodded her head.

"Yes; a bit sore but nothing that'll kill me," Hermione replied, giving Severus a small grin. "I'm actually a little sleepy."

"Then go to sleep," Severus suggested, telling Hermione to wait a moment as he reached for his wand, passing it over her skin to remove the traces of her blood and his release from her thighs.

Once Hermione had been sorted, she fought back a grimace when she felt the ache between her legs. Pulling the duvet back she climbed beneath, letting this sheets fall right above the dip in her back. Severus watched quietly as she moved about, his black eyes betraying nothing of how he felt at that moment. She wanted to ask if something was bothering him, but knew better, reasoning that Severus wouldn't tell her anyway.

Still, Hermione was a bit preoccupied with the new feelings still coursing throughout her. She never gave thought to how she would feel once she lost her virginity. Actually, that had been something that she rarely gave much thought to. The very idea of a boyfriend had put her off after dealing with the likes of Viktor Krum. And there had been no way in hell that she would have allowed him to get close enough for a full-on body hug, much less going further.

So it was interesting to say the least that Severus, of all people, had been the one to give her first insight into the intricacies of sex, as trite as it sounded. While it hurt unlike anything she had ever experienced, Hermione felt as if she were missing something, almost as if she'd done something wrong.

Or it might have been that she was simply over-thinking things, like usual, and merely needed to close her eyes and shut off her brain. Either way, she still felt anxious, and the fact that Severus hadn't said another word didn't help matters. She was beginning to think that he was having second thoughts about what they'd just done, an idea that made her even more discomfited.

But he hadn't sent her from his room, or moved away from her on the bed. That had to account for something...right?

Hermione had been lying on the bed with her head facing away from Severus when she felt him slip beneath the sheets, resting close enough that his side was against hers. While Hermione had trouble getting accustomed to Severus moving inside of her, she had enjoyed the feel of his naked skin pressed against hers.

Scooting closer until her back was against Severus', Hermione lay her head on his shoulder, gingerly moving her arm around him when he lay completely still.

It wasn't that Severus minded Hermione curling up against him; it was yet another thing that he had no experience with. Although he had to admit that the feel of her warm, soft body against him was most enjoyable. Hesitantly, he draped his arm over her waist, his fingertips lightly caressing the curve of her hip. Hermione apparently enjoyed his touch, because her breathing soon became more even, until she had fallen asleep.

Severus wasn't tired, but he would venture and say content; as content as one could be that had an armful of naked, pliable witch. A multitude of conflicting thoughts never stopped running through his cluttered head, and it wasn't as if he had forgotten about the circumstances leading to him and Hermione being together at Grimmauld Place. Yet he knew that thinking about everything at the moment would do nothing but rile him up, which would be a shame after the more pleasurable events of the past half hour.

He still felt a niggle of guilt for getting too carried away with Hermione, but he would have been a liar if he said that she didn't feel damned good squeezing and hugging him in a way that should have been illegal. Not that what they were doing was entire legal to begin with, at least perhaps not from a moral standpoint, depending on the questioning party's point-of-view.

The expression on her face afterwards led Severus to believe that Hermione was a bit uneasy, but he attributed it to whatever emotions that were usually tied in with first time sex. Which was another thing he was unable to speak of, considering that his first time seemed as if had taken place a million years ago. On top of that, he'd been almost detached during throughout the entire thing, and it hadn't lasted that long.

The witch had been older than him, and Lucius Malfoy had introduced the two, with the unspoken words that the witch was to go off with Severus for the night. He hadn't minded; she was easy on the eyes even if her vapid chatter was a nuisance. Only when the witch willingly bent her knees for him, did Severus find himself grateful that she had finally shut up. Once he'd had his fill of her-even to this day he could never remember her name-Severus had taken his leave, Apparating to his own home. He was sure that the witch had been irritated by his hasty departure, yet it hadn't mattered to him.

Hermione was a different matter altogether. Severus never stopped asking himself why the young witch chose to keep company with him, but at the moment that question was neither here nor there. He did feel some measure of responsibility for her, and not just because she was Potter's friend. He would daresay that his previous ideations about the witch had changed into something else.

Which was surely a bad idea in the long run.

Severus never planned on becoming attached to anyone. He was never given the opportunity to do so, and the one inkling he'd ever had about it, went horribly wrong. After that he resigned to keep to himself, knowing that if anything at least he wouldn't let himself down. Severus vowed to never let anyone hold that sort of power over him.

Up until now, he had been doing just fine. Then a certain bushy-haired swot whose voice tormented him for six years came too close for comforted, and the next thing Severus knew, he was being challenged by the young woman, something that surprised and amused him. Landing in bed with Hermione Granger had been the last thing Severus expected when he came to Grimmauld Place, but here they were, and he regretted nothing.

Right then Hermione sighed in her sleep, nuzzling her face against his chest as her arm tightened around his torso. The front part of her body where it pressed against his was warm, but her exposed back had grown cool, and Severus shifted slightly to arrange the duvet up to Hermione's shoulders. He couldn't help but scoffing to himself, wondering just at what point was it that the fledgling girl had managed to break through his defences.

Somewhat, at least. There were still things that he had to keep Hermione ignorant of, no matter how much she insisted that she would be able to handle it. Severus couldn't afford to make mistakes, and Hermione was one that he was not willing to take the chance with. Constantly tangling with a sadistic wizard who wanted to put an end to Muggle-borns was taxing, and Severus could not bear to have anyone else fall to harm, even if indirectly from his hand.

The off chance that someone might have found out about him and Hermione, Severus would have handled it the best way he knew how. But Voldemort finding out would have opened the proverbial can of worms, and he refused to let that happen. Yet if Severus thought that Hermione would have opened her mouth, there had been no way in hell that they would be lying in bed together-no matter how tempting the offer had been. He was no green lad, ready to toss all common sense to the wind for the sake of getting his cock wet.

Thinking back to said witches that had done just that for him, Severus frowned in distaste, remembering how most of them had irked him for one reason or another. Which was why he only visited them to have it off; nothing more, nothing less.

Surely Hermione would pine after something a little more substantial in the long run, assuming they would all make it through the year. Part of Severus wanted to be able to look towards the future, and the other part was trying to make it through each day. At least ever since the start of their secret meetings, Hermione hadn't followed him around with stars in her eyes like some lovesick schoolgirl. That was the last thing Severus needed. Her breath had definitely quickened when he was near, yet he was impressed when her face betrayed nothing while in the presence of her friends.

Shaking his head, Severus realised that he was giving himself a headache from being overly analytical. Yet doing so was his nature and a habit that was hard to stop, but he forced himself to, shutting his eyes and focusing in on the quiet sounds of Hermione's steady breathing filling the room.

**

Hermione opened her eyes, about to shift her weight until she realised that she was draped over a slim, warm body, wiry limbs entangled with hers. Slowly upturning her head, she saw that Severus was still asleep, his black hair fanned beneath his head on the pillow, his face slightly less severe looking compared to his waking hours.

His arm was still around her, and Hermione wondered if he'd left it like that the entire night, or if he moved at some point and embraced her again. Either way, she wasn't complaining.

The bedroom was cool with the absence of a fire at the hearth, and chilly morning air brushed against Hermione's face. Oddly enough, she was cocooned in the thick duvet and the rest of her felt quite cozy, although Severus had just the sheet draped over his form and riding low on his hips.

Hermione was able to get an eyeful of his bare chest that was right beneath her face. She was well familiar with the old scars mapped over his skin, as well as the narrow ribcage that was visible. But his pale skin was extremely soft beneath her fingertips, and there was even a small birthmark next to his left nipple. Just a tiny dot, big enough to make Hermione want to run her lips over it.

It seemed a bit comical that the wizard who was for the most part completely unapproachable and standoffish, to the point where he seemed like some other entity, had something so prosaic as a birthmark, just like any other person. Hermione's own was right above her left hipbone, and it was so small that sometimes she forgot it was there. She definitely didn't give it any thought then Severus first licked his way down her stomach, stopping at the apex of her thighs. The only thing she had been able to focus on was hands that firmly gripped onto her hips, and a hot, open mouth insistently making its way across the most sensitive part of her body.

Focusing on the lower part of her body, Hermione realized that she was no longer as achy as she'd been a few hours ago. She definitely planned on returning to Severus' room later that night, hoping that she would get a little more out of the next time. That was assuming there would be a next time. She still wasn't completely sure why Severus had seemed a bit withdrawn earlier.

Fussing inwardly when she felt the need for an early morning trip to relieve herself, Hermione was unwilling to slide from beneath Severus' arm. Her leg was tucked in between his, and she felt quite comfortable lying against him. When her bladder felt as if were about to reach breaking point, Hermione finally slipped out of bed, shivering as she made her way to the sofa to retrieve her nightgown. Turning around to look behind her, Hermione saw that Severus was still fast asleep, and she vowed to make a short trip to the bathroom. Making sure that the hallway was clear-the last thing she wanted to do was run into Kreacher, who had an odd habit of lurking about in the house-Hermione make quick work of relieving herself, rinsing the stale taste from her mouth, and then tiptoeing back into the bedroom.

The bedroom felt cold, and Hermione wondered if she should leave her nightgown on. It seemed a bit silly to take it off, as she was sure that she and Severus weren't about to do anything because of time constraints. Her watch had been left behind in her bedroom, but judging from the looks of the murky sunlight out of the curtained window in Severus' room, it was most likely close to ten o'clock.

Still, she climbed back into bed and lay against Severus, who still had his eyes closed.

Severus had actually been awake moments before Hermione left his side to go to the bathroom. His side felt cold and curiously absent without her lying there, and he was shocked to find that he wanted her to return. It had been different sleeping pressed against one another for the entire night. Different, yet somehow comforting.

He remained silent as Hermione's curly head slowly came to rest right beneath his, only giving away that he was awake by putting an arm around her shoulders.

Hermione was also speechless, more out of the fear of saying something that sounded ridiculous. But for the most part she felt at ease, even ifshe wondered how silly she looked with her cheek mashed against Severus' bare chest.

"I should probably go back to my room before Ron and Harry wake up," Hermione murmured, sounding as if she would rather stay where she was.

"Perhaps," Severus replied indifferently. His fingers had traveled from Hermione's shoulder up to the nape of her neck, and he was now idly stroking the shorter curls at the back of her head. His hand never moved out of place even after Hermione said that she should go, and that made it all the more harder for her to pull away from the wizard.

No longer able to ignore the little birthmark on his chest, Hermione lowered her face and brushed her lips against his skin.

"Should I come back later?" she asked, sitting up to find Severus curiously looking at her.

No one had ever kissed his chest before, and Severus had been thrown off when Hermione did.

"Do you want to?"

"Well...yes. That's why I'm asking."

"Oh? You never bothered to ask before, usually you just showed up. Why the sudden change of heart?"

Hermione's eyes widened right as she noticed the smug expression on Severus' face.

"Hah, hah," she dryly replied, shooting back a smirk of her own. Hermione then climbed out of bed, reclaiming her slippers and wand before walking to the door, giving Severus a little smile before slipping out of his room.

Once Hermione retreated to the privacy of her own room, she looked at her own bed but found that she wasn't tired. Deciding that changing her clothes was in order, Hermione hurriedly bathed and changed into jeans and simple cotton shirt. Barely giving thought to her hair, she merely pulled it back into a sloppy ponytail while making her way down the steps in aims of finding something to eat.

"Oh, good morning, Harry," she greeted, finding her friend alone in the kitchen. "Where's your doppelganger?"

Harry chuckled, his entire face lighting up in remembrance of him and Ron's wild night. "His lazy arse is still in bed. If he gets hungry enough, he'll come downstairs."

"So nice of you to talk about your friend that way," Hermione giggled, touching the kettle to find that it was still hot, then going through the motions of preparing a cup of tea. "It's so strange being in this house without everyone else traipsing in and out every other minute."

"I know," Harry agreed. "But at least it's quiet, and I don't have to stare into the piggy face of my cousin." Hermione had just take a sip of tea and snorted, flailing her hands wildly when it went up her nose.

"Harry!" she shrieked, laughing and cringing while wiping her face on her sleeve.

"What? It's not like I'm lying. You should see him, Hermione," Harry continued. "The morning I left Privet Drive, I wanted to tell Dudley that if he ate another rasher he was going to turn into a pig, no, a hog. A big, hairy hog with those big, pointy fangs."

"Harry!"

"Don't tell anyone, but-oh, never mind."

"What?"

"No no, Miss Morals, I'm not telling you. Forget I said anything."

"Ugh!" Hermione groaned, narrowing her eyes at her friend. "Fine, I won't tell. But honestly, with everything that's gone on in the past forty-eight hours, you should give me more credit."

"Hmm, I guess you have a point," Harry conceded. "Well anyway, the first time I met Hagrid, he gave Dudley a pig's tail. I never told anyone because Hagrid wasn't really supposed to be using magic outside of Hogwarts."

"Well I wouldn't want Hagrid to get into trouble, and I definitely won't tell, and I'm sure your cousin was positively frightened, but that is hysterical! I can't believe he did that," Hermione laughed.

"Hmph, Dudley as well as his parents were scared, and I don't care," Harry replied with a slight hardness to his voice. "They made me sleep on a hard floor with this ratty, threadbare blanket, and didn't even bother to light the hearth. Then Hagrid came in, and he lit the fire and made me sausages, and my greedy cousin tried to eat them all. To hell with the hungry kid that didn't even have a proper meal from his so-called family on his birthday."

"Oh, Harry," Hermione sighed sadly.

Sometimes Harry began ranting about the Dursleys', and usually she or Ron would try to cheer him up, but neither of them had experienced what was basically abuse by the hands of adults that were supposed to be caring for them. Hermione didn't blame Harry one bit for feeling the way he did, nor did she try to stop him. But when he went on like that, her soft-heartedness came out, and it made her want to cry.

"Okay," Harry said quietly, seeing how Hermione's face was beginning to crumple up. "I didn't mean for you to start crying. You know I can't stand seeing you cry."

"Alright, alright," Hermione sniffed, wiping away the tears that just popped up, using her sleeve once more.

"I made porridge if you want. Somehow the idea of eggs this morning wasn't that appealing," Harry told her, gesturing to a small pot behind the kettle.

"After drowning yourselves in Ogden's, I can understand why," Hermione snapped, although she did move to fix herself a bowl of porridge.

"Maybe we should tell Ron that Snape made it," Harry mused as Hermione put the first spoonful into her mouth. "Maybe we should tell him that he made all of our food; see how long he'd go without eating."

Hermione was rent between screaming and laughing, and ended up choking. Harry reached over to clap her on the back, grinning as Hermione glared daggers at him.

"Why is it that whenever I put something into my mouth, you decided to become the court jester?"

"More like the jackass."

Hermione dropped her spoon into her porridge, the utensil landing with a soft thud.

"Harry James Potter, so help me, if I choke to death on this porridge, I'm coming back to haunt you for all of eternity. Moaning Mrytle'll have nothing on me by the time I'm through with you!" she fussed. "You think Ronald is a pest whenever you and Ginny go off to snog? You haven't seen anything yet, I promise you. You'll go right in for a kiss, and all of a sudden my head is going to pop up right between your puckered faces."

"See now, what's Ginny ever done to you?" Harry grinned.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione shot back. "It's a package deal. If I bother you, I bother her."

"Well if you decide to become a ghost, make sure you ask Dumbledore to set aside a girls' toilet for you to haunt."

Hermione shook her head, tucking back into her porridge. "You're an idiot. If you're going back up, check on Ron to make sure he's still breathing. If he doesn't wake up, hold one of his dirty socks beneath his nose; Fred showed me that trick once. I was surprised when it actually worked."

Harry had just gotten up from the table, beaming widely when he heard Hermione's suggestion. "I wasn't planning on waking him up, but now I have to see if that sock trick works," he laughed, walking out of the kitchen.

Once she was alone, Hermione distractedly finished the rest of her porridge, thinking about her planned meeting with Severus later that night. She also thought it silly of Harry to think that she would tell on Hagrid for breaking the rules. Hermione knew that she would have had to brand herself with a flaming red capital 'H' for hypocrite, taking into account her own ever-growing list of fodder. But even so, she wouldn't have told on Hagrid. Secretly she was pleased about his little prank on Dudley. Hermione hadn't the misfortune of meeting him, but stories from Harry about his cousin had been enough to paint a clear picture of his character as well as his sloppy stature.

Porridge now finished, Hermione got up to wash her mug and bowl. A low muttering from outside the kitchen door told on a snarling Kreacher, who was skulking past, complaining about everything as usual. Hermione rolled her eyes, ignoring the surly house-elf.

The rest of her day passed uneventfully. She never saw Snape come out of his room, but the vanished meals she'd left out for him told that he had come downstairs at some point. Ron also showed face, still looking as rumpled as he had the day before. Thankfully he was in a subdued mood, and never complained once when the three spent a quiet evening in the drawing room.

Refusing to wait for Ron to monopolize the bathroom again, Hermione went upstairs before both boys, forcing herself to linger over a hot bath. She had been restless all day, merely giving off the appearance that she had been reading a book, when she was really staring off into space, thinking about a certain black-haired wizard.

Hermione had grown aroused more times than she could count, and by the time she undressed to get into the bathtub, her knickers were damp and sticky. It had been uncomfortable sitting between Ron and Harry while between her legs prickled incessantly, making her want to rock against the sofa. She actually did rub against the sofa cushions, and Ron, of all times, chose right then to be Mr Suddenly-Aware-Of-My-Surroundings, and asked why she was being so fidgety. Hermione ended up slapping him on the back of his head with her book but made sure to keep still afterwards.

Once the bathwater had grown tepid, Hermione finally got out and took her time drying off. Dressing and walking out of the bathroom, she listened closely to see if Ron and Harry had come upstairs. They were both in their respective bedrooms, obviously still awake. Sighing, Hermione was on the way to hers when her leg hit something soft, causing her to scream and fall facedown onto the carpet, narrowly missing the top of a cursing Kreacher's head.

Bedroom doors banged opened when Hermione's shrill voice, Kreacher's snarling, and then much to everyone's annoyance, the portrait of Mrs Black, rang throughout the hallway.

"Hermione, what happened?" Harry asked, rushing over to help her up.

"I almost tripped over Kreacher!" she yelped, rubbing at her elbow that throbbed from smacking against the floor.

"Kreacher, did you try to trip Hermione?" Harry asked, rounding on the now bowing house-elf.

"Kreacher would never trip the nasty little Mudblood," he croaked in an oily voice.

"You watch your filthy mouth!" Ron fumed, fighting back the urge to kick Kreacher in his knobby little legs.

"I'm fine, I'm alright," Hermione said, trying to placate the two that kept fussing over her. Mrs Black's portrait still hadn't stopped yelling, her piercing voice growing louder and louder.

"Oh, what in bloody hell, now that things going!" Ron shouted, clapping his hands over both ears to drown out the noise.

"A lot of good that'll do!" Hermione yelled, trying to pull out her own wand while keeping the other hand pressed on one ear.

"Harry, I HATE YOUR HOUSE-ELF!" Ron shouted again as Harry swore underneath his breath, snapped at Kreacher to go downstairs and stay there, and then proceeded to yank his wand out of his pocket and sprint down the steps. Kreacher didn't even bother walking downstairs; he merely sneered at Harry before Disapparating with a pop. Just then Snape appeared out of nowhere, wand in hand and a blur of black as he whizzed past the three teens, gliding down the staircase and sweeping ahead of them all.

Where it had usually taken a collaborative effort of Ron, Harry, and Hermione to wrench the curtains over the bemoaning portrait, and then another effort to silence it, Snape managed to do so all within a minute. When silence finally reigned, Snape turned and walked back up the steps with an utmost air of smugness. Pocketing his ebony wand, he looked right into the faces of the three who were still stood at the topmost landing, frozen with shock by the fact that Snape had been able to subdue the portrait with such ease. The boys were clearly uncomfortable with the Potions master standing so closely to them, yet it was obvious that Snape was enjoying violating their personal space. Ron's freckled face pulled into a frown, Harry's bright-green eyes were wide behind their black frames, and Hermione was still cringing as she kept rubbing her elbow.

Snape stopped right in front of Harry, staring down his beaked nose at the young man.

"Potter. I suggest you control your house-elf," he snapped, turning on his heel and walking away before Harry was able to part his lips to utter a reply.

"A real force to be reckoned with, I tell you," Ron griped, still shuddering from Snape staring him down. "Well, at least that's over with. Sure you're all right?" he asked Hermione.

"Yes," she answered. "Besides my elbow but that's nothing. Thanks you two; think I'll turn it before something else happens."

"Good idea," Harry replied, telling Hermione goodnight as she walked off to her room.

Damn! Hermione fumed. She wondered what it said about her mental status that the fact she had nearly taken a nose-dive because of Harry's elf no longer phased her. Hermione was more worried about having to wait around longer before sneaking up to Severus' room. She didn't know what the hell Kreacher meant by lurking outside of the bathroom, but one never knew bizarre house-elf. The most she tried to do was stay out of his way, and keep her bedroom door locked whether she was in it or not.

Heaving a sigh, she curled up in her armchair with a book, killing time until she was certain that her two friends had gone to bed.

It was another thirty minutes before Severus heard soft footsteps coming in his direction. He'd never gotten undressed, and had been perched in his armchair, twirling around the phial that Hermione had given him the night before.

He was shocked by the gesture, but of course there had been more pressing things at the moment, and he vowed to leave all ruminations of her small gift for a less trying time. Waiting for her made him a bit restless, and it was that point when his eyes had fallen upon the crystal phial, still on the bedside table where he'd originally left it.

Virgins' blood wasn't a rare ingredient, nor was it exactly something commonly found. Any Potions master or apothecary stockist worth their salt knew just when to procure said ingredient; however most were greedy, only clutching after Galleons and obtaining poor substitutes. It mattered not to anyone selling it so long as they got their money, but it was the unsuspecting customer that landed with the short end of the stick.

Without a doubt there was no substitute for the phial in his hands. Hermione was just seventeen, which meant that her magical abilities had matured from a child's to an adult's. It was that precarious time in which the properties of her blood were most potent, and he was impressed that she was privy to such information. Even more poignant, was the fact that she had willingly given it to him.

Use of blood involving certain spells or potions were almost always risky, because there was no definite outcome. There were countless stories of spells gone wrong because of a wrongly obtained ingredient. Most often such occurrences were only heard of with more advanced magic, and admittedly darker spells. Because Hermione had willingly shared a part of herself with Severus, meant that only he would be able to use her blood in any way he saw fit.

Slightly shocked, and damned curious as to how Hermione knew about blood magic, Severus shook his head, knowing that the clever girl was very similar to him in terms of books; living, breathing, and eating if it were possible, written word.

A gentle tapping at his door broke his reverie, and Severus rose and walked over to let Hermione in. She glanced at him, appearing somewhat nervously, and then her eyes when to the phial still in his hand.

"Very clever, Miss Granger," he smirked, tapping his forefinger against the cork. Without saying another word on the topic, Severus shut and locked the door, motioning for Hermione to sit on the sofa. She still had on those horrid pink slippers, and in lieu of a nightgown an oversized shirt and pyjama bottoms. "So do you intend on going forth with your house-elves rights project, despite the fact that Potter's nasty little elf tried to kill you tonight?"

Hermione frowned at Severus, watching as he set the phial down before sitting down next to her.

"Kreacher did not try to kill me," she protested.

"Au contraire, Miss Granger. I thought you were brighter than that; surely you don't think he was lurking out in the hallway for no reason?"

A knowing look lie in the dark eyes behind the hair curtaining Severus' face, and Hermione decided that he was probably right, and she shouldn't even bother second-guessing someone that clearly knew more than she.

"Fine, so Kreacher has it in for me. Now what?"

"Don't be flippant. You may have forgotten who that wretched thing once belonged to, but I haven't. Merely pay closer attention to your surroundings, and if you notice anything that's even more out of the ordinary, let the Boy Wonder know. Kreacher has to listen to him."

"All right," Hermione conceded.

"I mean it, Miss Granger. Your wishy-washy 'Kreacher is harmless' attitude won't help you if he has ulterior motives. That goes for everything else; it's time you open your eyes and see things for what they really are."

"Yes, sir," she mumbled, lowering her head with embarrassment, feeling like a five-year-old that had just been chastised. Hermione's senses had been reeling from the moment she left her bedroom to go to Severus'. She hadn't anticipated being given a talking-to as if she was the one that had done something wrong, and her emotions were a bit conflicted.

"Come here," Severus told , interrupting her train of thought.

Moving closer to him on the sofa, Hermione was agreeable when Severus pulled her onto his lap, making her sit with her back against his chest. He was still completely buttoned up in is black frock coat, and each time Severus moved Hermione felt the small buttons pressing into her skin, the only barrier between it being her thin shirt. The long row of buttons on the front of his coat pressed into the length of her spine, yet it wasn't uncomfortable.

Severus had been irritated by the earlier interruption, as he was eager to their evening to begin. Now he wanted to hear the young witch become just a bit unraveled before they got right to it. Hermione's hair had been pulled back into a sloppy plait, and Severus tugged the elastic off from the end of her ponytail, intent on setting her wild curls free.

Long fingers briefly massaged the back of Hermione's neck before delving further up, insinuated the pads of his fingers against her scalp. Hermione immediately let out a soft moan as her head fell back onto Severus' shoulder. The motion instantly relaxed her and she didn't bother complaining when Severus pulled his hand away from her head, slipping both arms around her waist. More quiet moans escaped as his hands roamed over her stomach and breasts, first over her shirt until Severus tugged the thin cotton out of his way.

The air was cool on her bared skin but Severus' hands were warm, and they cupped her breasts, toying with the erect nipples until Hermione was squirming in his lap. Keeping one hand on her breasts, Severus slid the other down Hemione's stomach, tracing along the waistband of her pyjama bottoms before slipping it beneath them and her knickers.

"Anxious, were we, Miss Granger?" his deep voice whispered tauntingly as a long finger easily met the slickness between her legs.

"Her-mi-o-nee," she breathlessly implored. "I already know my last name."

"Indeed you do, Hermione," Severus retorted salaciously, moving his finger from her entrance and up to her clit. Hermione flinched at the contact, but soon grew relaxed when he began tracing little circles around the sensitive bud.

Hermione almost didn't care if he were to call her his favorite sobriquet, know-it-all, at the moment. So long as he continued massaging her clitoris in those oh-so-perfect little circles, Severus could say whatever he wanted and she would listen.

Her moans became sharper when the arm across her torso tightened, the other arm moving lower between her legs. Hermione's legs were draped and spread wide over Severus' thighs, positioning her body at a good angle to allow Severus to touch her.

And touch her he did.

His slender middle and ring fingers pressed up inside of her, while the heel of his palm was flush against her clit. Hermione was amazed that within such a short frame of time, her arousal doubled, and she was soon grinding her hips against his hand, frantic with the need to come.

Within minutes Hermione was reduced to whimpering and thrashing about, her juices freely flowing against Severus' palm. The more she rocked her hips, the harder his palm ground into the top of her cleft, until her walls clamped down and pulsated around Severus' fingertips.

It hadn't taken long for Hermione to reach her peak, and when she did, she had thrown her head back, her curls draped over Severus' shoulder and brushing against the underside of his face. Needing something to hold onto, her hands had clutched onto his thighs, retaining their tenuous hold until the waves of pleasure subsided.

Severus removed his hand from her knickers, and with a long sigh, Hermione slumped back against him, her hands falling away from his trousers. She hadn't outright screamed, yet the way she shuddered in his arms easily said that her climax had been strong. It took a few seconds and a moment of shuffling about, but Severus pushed Hermione forward, slipping her shirt over her head and tugging at the pyjama bottoms, indicating for her to remove them.

"Get into bed," Hermione heard Severus tell her in a hushed tone, jostling her slightly so she would stand up.

Unsteadily getting to her feet, Hermione pushed her pyjamas and knickers down her legs, paying no attention as to where they ended up. Climbing into bed, Hermione moved up by the headboard, watching intently as Severus made short work of undressing. She felt his erection when she was in his lap, and eagerly waited for him to remove his trousers and pants.

When he was finally naked as Hermione, Severus joined her on the bed, moving some of the pillows away from the headboard and pushing her to lie flat. Hermione felt acutely aware of everything as Severus insinuated himself between her thighs, reaching down to grasp his cock. Dragging it over her clitoris a few times, he positioned himself at her entrance, yet refrained from moving forward.

Hermione still hadn't forgotten about the day before, and was visibly nervous as she waited for Severus to push his way inside her. Swallowing hard as he caged her head in with his forearms, Hermione inhaled sharply when Severus began moving slowly against her, his dark eyes boring into hers. Her muscles still burned slightly as she was stretched and filled, and desperately needing to hold onto something, Hermione clutched onto his back. Holding her breath and waiting for the pain again, she found that things were easier this time, and gradually her fingers loosened their vice-grip.

"Better?" Severus asked when Hermione let out a small moan, the look on her face betraying everything.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, slowly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts or sentences.

Oh, Merlin, much better, Hermione told herself, her eyes lazily sliding shut as Severus picked up the pace. What once hurt and made her feel tense and uncomfortable now felt unbelievably good. Severus was moving slowly enough to not overwhelm her, yet fast enough that it made her crave more. She still felt him right in the pit of her stomach, unable to keep from flinching when he thrust a bit too deeply, but for the most part Hermione felt her insides turning to mush.

Severus was relieved that Hermione no longer pulled away from him with each thrust. She started off as being quiet, perhaps from feeling self-conscious at releasing sounds of passion. Yet her heavy breathing gave away the fact that she was finally enjoying herself.

Heavy breathing turned into low moans, and low moans culminated to broken cries and desperate whimpers. Hermione felt like one big bundle of nerves, being continuously stroked and prodded until she was positive that she would go mad. With a frenzied need to feel more of Severus, Hermione dug her knees in his hips, urging him to go faster. When that didn't work, she wrapped her legs around his lower back, arching her hips up to met his every thrust.

Severus had his eyes closed, and briefly opened them to look down at Hermione when she began pulling against him. Her mouth was gaped open, and whenever she wasn't moaning, she kept biting down on her lip. Nothing that came from her mouth sounded remotely coherent, and Severus took that as a good sign.

He was on the brink of losing his head from continuously driving into Hermione's trembling body. She felt hot and tight and the slick juices of her arousal were all over his shaft. A choked sounding "don't stop" was all it took for him to keep burying himself to the hilt, his hips pumping relentlessly until Hermione finally broke apart into a shuddering mess, keening loudly and digging her fingers into his shoulders as her walls pulsated around his cock. Severus found himself having to stop, as Hermione's climax had nearly set off his own too early.

Hermione was on the tail end of her orgasm when she felt Severus slow down. "Why did you stop?" she whined impatiently, her brown eyes accusingly glaring at him.

"I'm trying to make this last, if you must know," Severus replied, brushing his lips against Hermione's before kneeling upright. He definitely wanted to make up for her first lackluster experience, but if the little witch wanted more, he would give her more.

Clutching onto Hermione's thighs, Severus began a relentless pounding, rolling, and thrusting of his hips that made Hermione's voice go several pitches higher as her back reflexively arched up. Reduced to screaming and clawing at the duvet, Hermione ignored the fact that her curls had somehow gotten trapped beneath her head and were being pulled at the roots or that her skin was slickened with sweat.

Her moans and screams were raw, unpracticed, and completely free of artifice, something that aroused Severus immensely. Each stroke yielded a slightly different sound, until Hermione's face was contorted with a sensuous agony. Her nails nearly sounded as if they were on the verge of shredding the duvet apart when her body tipped over the edge again.

Trying to hold back lest he explode, Severus slowed down again, but this time his cock ached painfully with the need for release. His black hair hung in damp strings around his face, and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead.

Hermione was blissfully ignorant of anything else at that moment; all she knew was that Severus had allowed her to go over once more, but she wanted to feel it again without him stopping. She didn't give a damn how wanton or desperate she looked. Lowering her legs back to the bed, she anchored her feet flat against the mattress, raising her hips higher and encouraging Severus to continue.

That first thrust at the new angle made her eyes fly open, and she saw that Severus was staring down at her, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and focused on her heaving chest.

"Oh-oh my god!" she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Severus ground his hips in circles against hers, making his cock brush right against her g-spot, the coarse black hair covering his pubic bone pressing flush against her clit.

Hermione began a litany of 'Severus', alternating between 'right there' and 'don't stop'. Her body shook from holding herself up in the awkward position, yet it was the perfect angle for Severus to continuously aim at that sensitive spot.

Feeling her limbs trembling against his, Severus grabbed two handfuls of Hermione's clenched arse, his fingers digging into her skin and pulling her back to meet each lunge. He was glad that he'd used two strong silencing charms before she arrived at his room, as Hermione was no longer able to put forth the effort of putting a lid on her cries.

"Don't stop, Severus, please don't stop!" Hermione begged, feeling pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. A chill washed over her, making her skin break out into goose bumps from head to toe, followed by a quivering that started in her abdomen and worked its way throughout the rest of her limbs.

All the while Severus continued with that inexorable thrusting, completely enthralled by the sight of Hermione methodically coming apart at the seams once more. If his fingers were pressing too deeply into her skin, Hermione never said so. The only thing she could focus on was the last bit of her resolve completely crumbling by the hand-rather, cock- of Severus Snape.

A hitch in Hermione's breath interrupted her shrill moans, and although she went silent for a second, the shaking in her limbs became so fierce that she nearly jackknifed out of Severus' grasp. When her voice returned it was to let out a feral scream as she finally lot complete control of her body.

By then Severus knew he no longer stood a chance against lasting for another five minutes. Hastily lowering Hermione's still shuddering form to the bed, he covered her body with his, both of them furiously clutching onto one another as he continued his relentless pounding.

Tears leaked from Hermione's eyes, and she clung onto Severus' sweat dampened back, positive that she would expire on the spot if not for clinging to him. She had nearly screamed her throat raw, yet it didn't stop another fresh round of cries when she reached her peak again. Dimly registering that she kept profusely apologizing for yelling in Severus' ear, Hermione's words were cut off when his mouth descended upon hers, drinking in the last of her moans.

Later on Hermione would muse over the fact that Severus made much less noise than her, the only sounds escaping his mouth ranging between heavy breathing and deep grunts. So when she heard that deep voice in her ear, telling her to come for him again as Severus continued fucking her into the sheets, Hermione did just that, clinging to him with arms and legs, her ragged moans becoming lost into the side of his neck.

Long fingers were tangled in her damp hair, their grasp becoming more frantic the faster Severus moved. Finally he let out a deep moan that didn't match the length of Hermione's, but surely matched its intensity. Hermione was completely worn out, but the sound of Severus losing control made her shiver, and the feel of him trembling against her as he spilled inside of her body was something she wanted to experience many times over.

The two were still breathing heavily minutes after collapsing into a boneless heap on the bed. Severus remained on top of Hermione, his deflated cock still tucked inside of her warm, lightly throbbing body. He didn't feel like moving, and apparently neither did Hermione, because she kept her arms wrapped around his back, even though her legs were limp against his.

Damp black hair mingled with her disheveled curls, Severus' stick-straight strands tickling her cheek. Yet Hermione was in such a stupor that she couldn't have moved a hand to push his hair back if she wanted to.

A part of Severus told him to get the hell off Hermione, that he was too heavy to remain on her like so. But when her small hands began to gently caress his back, he vowed that a few minutes wouldn't hurt, especially since the witch wasn't complaining.

Yet, thirty minutes later found the two still in the same position, both fast asleep.

So I was told to tell you all by my friend musicalkilljoy....that the birthmark is REAL and if any of you are Rickmaniacs, you can actually look at the picture. She threatened to paddle my ass unless I added the birthmark, and being the sick, twisted screw that I am, how could I say no? ;)
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