It just...happened...

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She hadn’t intended to sleep with him. Honestly.

It had just…happened.

The man was a bas, a , a greasy git that she
had inwy bey been terrified of from the very
start of her duration at Hogwarts. He had done
everything in his power to ensure that she hated
his class, not just her…everyone. He had no friends,
he had no humanity, and he had no passion except
for those blasted potions he was entranced by.

It had been a mistake that was for sure.

But now she lay beside him as the morning air
hit her rigid body, clothed from the chest down
in a thin sheet of black satin. He slept softly on
beside her, his eyes fluttering here and there in
a seemingly deep dream. She noticed how he
had such lovely black eyelashes against that
pale skin of his and those lips that begged to be
kissed.

Often.

Well she had certainly obliged last night.
At this very moment she couldn’t help but
stick out her palm and then tentatively trace
her index finger over the full surface of his bottom lip.

He sighed in his sleep, and the sound brough
t back fevered lovemaking memories,
(was it considered lovemaking?) of perhaps
only hours before… she couldn’t keep time down
here in the dungeons, and the sun wasn’t even
quite out in the sky completely yet. It was a
breathtaking pinkish hue, with the slight morning
chill that caused her to snuggle up the warm
figure now behind her as she rolled over.

She felt his breath catch, and she worried for
some horrible moment that he may awaken,
see her naked frame pressed to his own and
shove her from him. But to her immediate relief
his breathing again regulated, and a drowsy
arm fell lazily over her waist, surprising her.
His warm breath tickled the back of her almost
bare neck, and she felt the goosebumps rise
all along her body.

She looked at the nightstand from her position
from the bed, she shivered a bit more, trying to
pull more of the blanket around her. It was still
freezing. She saw her wand on the nightstand
beside her and frowned, did she remember
putting it there? God, no…she didn’t remember
anything so about last night. All she remembered
was him…Severus Snape, potions master…and
his delicious talent. She peered over her
own-blanketed shoulder, to his face once more
and felt her heart skip a beat. To wake up like
this every morning with him would be such a treat.

She felt the cold creeping into the recesses
of the bed once more, and she pressed against
him more, trying to snatch all the warmth he
possessed. He would have done the same.
Nope. Still frozen.

She rolled to face him fully now under
the covers, his eyes still shut but not moving
as much. She pressed her front to him, feeling
every muscle in his body as she clung to him in
the cold morning air, feeling the rush of heat
from his warm body. She burrowed until she was comfortable and flung his arm gently over
her shoulders as he unknowingly embraced her.
She smiled up at his sleeping face, delightfully
confused at how he made her feel.

Had it truly been a mistake? Did she really believe it?

He shifted a bit in his sleep, and suddenly
the grip around Hermione tightened as he
sleepily pulled her towards him, still in drowsy
slumber. He muttered something incoherent
before relaxing once more, his arms still
possessively holding her. She liked it. Her cheek
pressed against his chest as his chin balanced
on the top of her head carelessly, and for that
very moment…Hermione Granger, know it all
Gryffindor, felt completely serenely safe, in
the most unlikely of places…the arms of Severus Snape.

She looked to his face, feeling his warm
breath washing over her face as her gaze
fell lovingly upon him. If only he had been
awake to see it. No matter now. She felt a
little more at ease with the upper hand…
granted she was up against a sleeping man…

She felt her heart swell a bit, it if was even
possible which she would tell you wasn’t,
but she did feel it. She wanted to kiss him
ever so much at this moment, and she assumed
it was from her euphoric state of mind. She felt
her gaze fall upon the shoulders in front of her,
shoulder she herself had gripped tightly last night,
the earlobes she had nipped at playfully,
and the lips she had savagely taken as he
had her own. She wanted to tell him what
she felt, what she was feeling…but what was it?
Who could put it into words? Did she even know
herself?

“Severus...I-…” She murmured lazily, wanting
to say more but couldn’t. There was no bloody
point anyway, stupid of her to think so in the first place.

He hadn’t heard her anyway.

These feelings were mere aftermath of
the prior night’s experience…nothing could
deter her from believing otherwise. Kisses
could be misleading…words as well…everything
was in essence and why should she believe
she was more to him than another?
Why should he believe he was to her?
It was all so presumptuous…
They had consummated a love neither knew existed.

She went to kiss him then, to recall just
what she felt prior…but stopped before
their lips could meet. It seemed wrong to
kiss someone when they were asleep…
almost deceptive. Instead she snaked her
own arms around his warm frame as she
snuggled a bit closer, looking to his sweet
face once more before her own fatigue
finally won over her nerves as she fell into
a pulling sleep as the two lovers in an
entanglement of lust slept on, undisturbed for the moment…

But to actually understand why all of this
had actually happened in the first place,
you’d have to go back to the beginning…