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The Unintentional Bond	By : Foxdanni Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8481 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione Granger stumbled up the Grand Staircase with her glass of firewhiskey securely in her right hand. She was drunk for the first time in her life, and she planned on getting even more drunk. So drunk that she would never remember this horrible night.
It was the night of the End of the War celebrations. Everyone who fought in the final battle at Hogwarts was here, gathered out on the grounds around large bonfires. Hagrid was leading a sing-along, that was getting more high pitched by the minute. Harry and Ginny had sneaked off somewhere to be alone. Professor McGonagall was acting strangely out of character; hugging everyone, and bursting into tears without warning. All in all, it was a pretty good party. Especially considering they had buried their friends who didn’t make it, the day before.
But Hermione was far from being in a good mood. Or even far away from being in a grieving mood. No, Hermione Granger was pissed off. And her plan was to drown it in a shitload of alcohol. Lucky for her, the glass she had been provided with kept refilling itself, so she was confident she would succeed in her task.
As she walked deeper into the castle she understood why the party was taking place outside. The restruction after the war had obviously not taken place yet; large parts of the stone ceiling, walls and floors had turned to rubble. She had to walk carefully in her drunken state not to trip over. The castle had never been so eerie, even during her night trips with Harry and Ron. But somehow the castle itself represented her feelings now that the war was finally over; she was broken, but still standing.
Laughing at herself for almost tripping over a large boulder in what she thought was the fourth floor corridor, she suddenly noticed a door further down the corridor that was slightly ajar. Light was seeping out of the open door. Getting curious as to who it could be that also was trying to avoid the festivities out on the grounds, she carelessly did a little spin, because it felt right, and then approached the door.
When she reached the door she accidentally misjudged her own strength, and the door flew crashing into the wall, causing rubble to rain down out in the doorway. She giggled and closed the door hard behind her. She found herself in an abandoned classroom that she didn’t recognize, and a dark figure was standing by the window looking at her.
“Miss Granger, could you please explain to me the reason why you storm in here like a Hippogriff trying to balett?”
The dark figure emerged from the shadows and turned out so be none other than Severus Snape, notorious, scary dungeon master.
It must have been the alcohol making her braver, because Hermione approached her old potions professor with a confident stride and stopped right in front of him.
“I’m trying to avoid the party. What are you doing here, standing all quiet and mysterious like a …” she trailed off, trying to come up with a fitting analogy. “Like a hippogriff standing all quiet and stuff?”
To her great surprise a weird sound came out of Snape’s mouth. It sounded almost like a small chuckle. But surely Snape had never laughed and was physically unable to laugh? Right?
“I see that great mind of yours doesn’t work that well with alcohol clouding it up”, Snape drawled. “This might be the best gift I’ve ever received; Miss-know-it-all-Granger reduced to a blabbering idiot that Ronald Weasley would be proud of.”
Even though his word cut through her like a blade, his tone of voice remained light. It was almost like he was bantering with her. She wondered if this was what he was like when he didn’t have the weight of being a double spy hanging over his shoulders. Still, she was very drunk, and confronting him didn’t seem as daunting and utterly terrifying as it had done in the past. So she walked up closer to him, poked her finger hard in his chest and looked up into his dark eyes. He was so tall that even though she was wearing heels she had to crane her neck to remain eye contact.
“Don’t talk about Ronald Weasley in my presence, professor”, she snarled. “And don’t ever put us in the same category. He is the lowest, most vile creature I have ever met, and … and.”
She trailed off again, realizing that insults wasn’t really her strong suit.
“He cheated on you?”
She looked up at Snape again, surprised to see that he hadn’t killed her for poking him in the chest.
“How did you know, sir?”
“Well, mr Weasley has got a history of being somewhat of an arse, if you excuse the language, and though you often point it out to him, you always forgives him in the end. I figure the only things he could do that would warrant this reaction is turning into a death eater, murder someone, or cheat on you.”
Hermione sighed deeply.
“I found him having sex with Lavender Brown against a tree.”
“And I take it that you lectured him appropriately?”
“They didn’t see me, so he doesn’t know that I know. But I did take his wand out of his trousers that I found on the ground.”
She pulled out the wand from inside her brah. It was the only place she had to put it, seeing as the dress she was wearing had no pockets, and the wand belt she had around her upper thigh held her own wand. Snape raised his eyebrow and smirked. He raised his glass that Hermione first now realized he had been holding. Suddenly his weird behaviour made sense; he was drunk.”
“Let’s drink for the fortunate event that Ronald Weasley will someday fall badly and lose his testicles”, Snape said seriously. Hermione raised her glass and clinked it with Snapes’.
“I’ll drink to that”, she laughed and downed her glass of firewhiskey. She coughed and held her hand to her throat. “Damn, I do not understand why people drink this stuff.”
“The same reason you do it, miss Granger”, Snape drawled and downed his own glass. “To numb the pain and forget.”
She laughed and looked at her glass that had already refilled itself.
“What do you say we drink to that? To numb the pain and forget?”
“Why not?” Snape clinked his glass against hers again and they downed their drinks once again. When Hermione finally looked up after another coughing fit, she met Snape’s eyes. Something had changed in them, and she couldn’t really put her finger on what it was. They were slightly clouded, which most likely was because of the alcohol, but there was something else as well. Suddenly she realized how close they were standing. Her breasts were nearly touching him, and without thinking she took that extra step, at the same time as he pulled her in close and they were kissing. It was frantic, and dizzying, although that might have been the alcohol. Hermione put her arms around his neck and did something she had been wanting to do for years; she put her fingers through his hair and pulled. Hard. He groaned into her mouth and bit down on her lower lip. Without realizing they had moved, he was suddenly lifting her up by the waist and putting her down on a bench. As their mouths parted and he started kissing her neck, she took the time to unbutton his frock coat buttons, which proved to be much more difficult than she had anticipated. She cursed under her breath, and before she had time to blink the frock coat was off and on the floor, leaving him with only a white, buttoned shirt. She giggled and started frantically to unbutton those, which turned out to be easier.
“The rulebook says not to perform wandless magic when under the influence, professor”, she whispered in his ear as he kept kissing and biting down her neck. “I might just have to report you to the ministry.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to use my wand for the rest of the evening then”, he purred and placed her hand over his hard bulge.
“Professor, I never knew you could be such a smooth talker”, she panted, finally done with the buttons. His abdomen was surprisingly strong. She felt she couldn’t get enough of touching him. How did he get such strong abs?
Meanwhile Snape's hands had roamed down to her thighs and found the wand belt, which he unceremoniously teared off. Then he found the jackpot. Hermione screamed as he started to touch her through her lace panties.
“If you don’t stop squirming I’m going to have to tie you to this table, miss Granger” Snape drawled, and Hermione nearly came just from the sound of his voice. How had she never noticed how sexy professor Snape’s voice was?
She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Blindly she groped for his fly.
“Shut up, and use your wand, professor. Or I will have to report you.”
With a short chuckle Snape undid his fly and belt, pulled down his trousers, parted her underwear to the side and with a powerful thrust he was inside of her. Hermione threw her head back and moaned loudly.
“Excellent use of your wand, sir.”
“Shut up, Granger”, he panted and started thrusting, bending down to kiss her at the same time. Hermione moaned into his mouth and grabbed his shoulders for leverage. She felt like she had never been so full in her life. Every time he thrust into her he hit her g-spot perfectly, sending her closer to the edge. She was just about to come crashing down when she heard something that almost made her heart stop. Ron was somewhere outside the classroom, shouting her name.
“Professor”, she gasped, trying to get his attention, but just in that second Snape came with a deep grunt, releasing deep inside of her. If she hadn’t been so terrified of Ron walking in any second she would have taken time to enjoy it.
“Professor, I think Ron is outside looking for me, can you hear him?”
Snape looked up from the crook of her neck, listening intently. He cursed under his breath, and swiftly pulled out of her, making her wince from the sudden loss. He tucked himself in, and wandlessly dressed himself. Within seconds he was standing there fully dressed as if nothing had happened, while she was still on the bench with her legs spread. She quickly closed them, suddenly embarrassed about the situation they found themselves in.
“I’ll go out and distract him while you, ah, get yourself decent”, he whispered, clearly not making eye contact with her. She blushed furiously as he strode out of the classroom.
“Oy, Snape”, Hermione heard Ron shout as Snape opened the door. “Have you seen Hermione?”
“As a matter of fact, I have”, she heard Snape answer. “She told me to give you her regards.”
There was a crack and a loud thud, and then silence. Without thinking Hermione ran for the door, only to find Ron unconscious outside, and Snape nowhere in sight. Ron already had a black eye that was swelling up by the second.
She couldn’t help but smile as she dropped Ron’s wand on top of him, then walked away.
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