Missed Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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8
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Missed Me
All the characters used are property of J.K. Rowling.
The song “Missed Me” is property of The Dresden Dolls
(song can be downloaded here: http://dresdendolls.com/downloads_n_lyrics/index.htm)
This is my first attempt at fanfic. Please R&R because heaven knows I can use the feedback to make it better. I might be adding more chapters in the future, I’m not exactly sure. I think this story could go somewhere but hell if I know where as of right now.
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Hermione smiled to herself as she padded through the kitchen, her bare feet making barely any sound. Since the fall of Voldemort, Harry, Ron and her had been living together as roommates in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place while they attended University. After graduating Hogwarts, the trio hadn’t wanted to go their separate ways quite yet, and thought rooming together in Harry’s house was the best plan. And Hermione found that living with her two best friends to be quite nice; most boys at Uni. didn’t waste her valuable time because they figured she was dating/shagging at least one of her roommates. Harry and Ron loved living with Hermione because not only did it give them a cover for their relationship, they still had her there to help with their assignments. Though sometimes she grew tired of endlessly hearing about Quidditch, or constantly having to remind her two roommates to put the bloody toilet seat down. It’s so nice to have this old place to myself for a change, she thought. Well, almost to myself, practically really, she amended thinking of her house guest. She let out a small sigh as her thoughts drifted towards the man upstairs as she puttered around the kitchen tidying up from when Harry and Ron left for their trip yesterday. Who would have thought that after seven years of having him as a professor, that she’d be sharing a house with Severus Snape. Who indeed, she mused. She had to admit to herself, the reasons he was there were bizarre at best. Hogwarts was currently under siege from the chicken pox. Several of the Muggle-born children brought it back with them from Christmas holiday, and now it was running rampant through the school. Most of the faculty was either sick with it, or were teaching double their loads. Dumbledore had the few who weren’t infected leave to avoid coming in contact with the highly contagious disease. And this was how Severus Snape had come to be staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, though truth be told, Hermione barely ever saw him. She wasn’t sure where he spent his days but she normally only heard footsteps in his room during the evenings. Hermione yawned a little as she gathered more of the dishes into piles on the counter, while hot soapy water filled the sink. Just what I need to help me to sleep, a little work and I’ll be ready to go to bed in no time. Smiling as she turned to the CD player she had in the kitchen, she put the familiar CD in and pushed play. As music filled the room, she lifted her voice and got lost in the music as she did the dishes.
Severus slipped into the house quietly, thinking the mistress of the house was sleeping and not wanting to wake her and have to answer her endless questions about his whereabouts. Sweet Merlin, what is that coming from the kitchen? Walking towards the kitchen, his wand ready for any possible trouble, what he saw stopped him in his tracks. There stood Hermione in what Severus could only assume were her night clothes, singing along to some sort of music. He felt his blood turn hot as he took in how little clothing she was wearing, a man’s sleeveless white undershirt and a pair of short red boxers covered her. Her normally bushy hair was somehow tamed into a knot at the back of her neck. Severus smiled as he noted the multitude of pins that were poking from her hair, keeping it all together. His attention going back to the music that seemed to be coming from the curious black box that was perched on one of the other counters. It seemed like some strange mix between piano and drums. Most curious, he thought. As the song that was playing when he entered ended, the next track began. It started with a lilting melody played by the piano, soon followed by a slight trembling from the drums and cymbals.
Hermione lost in her own thoughts, smiled as the song began singing softly in a teasing voice, “Missed me, missed me, now you’ve got to kiss me...”
Watching her, Severus felt something in him tighten as she spoke about kissing. He stood there transfixed as she sang about telling various people about the man who kissed her, and how he might be punished if he were found out.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, you must think I’m pretty
If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me
If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me
If you love me, mister, you would never leave me
It\'s as simple as can be!
Severus bit back a groan as Hermione spit out the word “fuck”, the image of her on her back and he above her flashing through his mind. Oh gods, he thought. He had never really thought about her in this way before. Well, maybe a little during her seventh year, but she was a student, a child. Not anymore, a small voice whispered in the back of his head. Seeing her in the scant amount of clothes she was wearing, singing as if there were no one else in the world, he realized how much he had kept those forbidden thoughts locked away.
As the verse tapered off, the piano and drums combined into some kind of macabre sounding waltz. It seemed somehow a tad slower, almost as if the dancers in it were moving in a slightly jerky and awkward fashion. He could almost picture a young woman and an older man swirling around on a dance floor, the woman almost a little reluctant to lead by her partner but going along anyways. Slowly the image faded into one of him and Hermione.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving
If you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer
And they\'ll get you, mister, put you in the slammer
And forget you, mister, then you\'ll miss me, won\'t you...
Won’t you miss me...won’t you miss me
Won\'t...you...miss...me
Hermione almost wailed the last line, mimicking the singer. Her voice full of sorrow, longing and desire for the man that kept leaving. Her voice really isn’t that bad, he thought. It had a pure kind of quality that, while it might never reach certain high notes, what she lacked in raw talent, she made up for in the way she poured her emotions into the song. Severus smiled slightly as she implied that she would harm the man that toyed with her affections. Really, he expected nothing less from the Gryffindor-know-it-all.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility
I\'m fragile, mister, just like any girl would be
And so misunderstood...so treat me delicately
Severus felt his hands almost twitch from the want the desire to take her into his arms. To do just what her song suggested, to snog her senseless before taking her back to his room to ravage her. Get a hold of yourself, he admonished himself while pushing an uneasy hand through his raven hair. He was surprised he had remained undetected for so long. The last time he had caught her like this, he had just come in from the Three Broomsticks. She had heard him come in and twirled around a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks, he asked her what she was doing up so late at night. She said answered back cheekily that she couldn’t have been up too late if he himself was just coming in. At his raised eyebrow, she answered that she couldn’t sleep and figured she would use her time and clean up a bit. That she could normally sleep after she tired herself out a little. Without thinking, he had murmured that next time she couldn’t sleep to come see him, that he could think of something beyond scrubbing dishes to take up any excess energy she had. Severus had hoped she hadn’t heard him, though by the blush and shocked look on her face, she must have. He had wished her goodnight and escaped to his room before anymore damage could be done.
Watching her hips brazenly sway as she sang, her voice cruel and taunting:
Hope you\'re happy, in the county penitentiary
It serves you right, for kissing little girls
A voice in his head taunted him, she’s too young for you, you great greasy bat.
But I’ll visit, if you miss me
Hermione’s voice softened, almost pleading now
Will you kiss me through the window
Do you miss me, miss me...
Will they ever let you go
I miss my mister so
Hermione turned around to gaze at Severus as she sang the last line. She knew he had been there for awhile, but wanted to see what he was going to do. After the last time he had caught her singing, she had stayed up for nights afterwards hoping he would catch her and make another offer. Licking her lips as the song faded, she watched Snape through a lust filled haze.
Snape shook his head slightly to dislodge the lascivious thoughts, upon seeing her eyes and that she had stopped singing. He strode over to her, his eyes darkening further as he watched her pink tongue swipe across her lips, he took her into his arms and kissed her hard and proper.
Hermione let out a soft gasp as she felt Severus’s body pressed up against her own, her back against the sink and counter. Her hands slide up his arms and into his hair, as she hesitantly licked his lips with her tongue. Severus groaned and happily deepened the kiss further. He had meant to just kiss her once and walk away but Hermione was too much of a temptation to simply kiss and let go. As they parted for air, Severus saw a desire that matched his own in her innocent eyes. The innocence that was there was his undoing. She deserves more than a greasy, old Deatheater like me, he thought sullenly. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kissed her softly and whispered goodnight against her lips before suddenly leaving her alone in the kitchen with swollen lips and an unfulfilled need.
The song “Missed Me” is property of The Dresden Dolls
(song can be downloaded here: http://dresdendolls.com/downloads_n_lyrics/index.htm)
This is my first attempt at fanfic. Please R&R because heaven knows I can use the feedback to make it better. I might be adding more chapters in the future, I’m not exactly sure. I think this story could go somewhere but hell if I know where as of right now.
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Hermione smiled to herself as she padded through the kitchen, her bare feet making barely any sound. Since the fall of Voldemort, Harry, Ron and her had been living together as roommates in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place while they attended University. After graduating Hogwarts, the trio hadn’t wanted to go their separate ways quite yet, and thought rooming together in Harry’s house was the best plan. And Hermione found that living with her two best friends to be quite nice; most boys at Uni. didn’t waste her valuable time because they figured she was dating/shagging at least one of her roommates. Harry and Ron loved living with Hermione because not only did it give them a cover for their relationship, they still had her there to help with their assignments. Though sometimes she grew tired of endlessly hearing about Quidditch, or constantly having to remind her two roommates to put the bloody toilet seat down. It’s so nice to have this old place to myself for a change, she thought. Well, almost to myself, practically really, she amended thinking of her house guest. She let out a small sigh as her thoughts drifted towards the man upstairs as she puttered around the kitchen tidying up from when Harry and Ron left for their trip yesterday. Who would have thought that after seven years of having him as a professor, that she’d be sharing a house with Severus Snape. Who indeed, she mused. She had to admit to herself, the reasons he was there were bizarre at best. Hogwarts was currently under siege from the chicken pox. Several of the Muggle-born children brought it back with them from Christmas holiday, and now it was running rampant through the school. Most of the faculty was either sick with it, or were teaching double their loads. Dumbledore had the few who weren’t infected leave to avoid coming in contact with the highly contagious disease. And this was how Severus Snape had come to be staying at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, though truth be told, Hermione barely ever saw him. She wasn’t sure where he spent his days but she normally only heard footsteps in his room during the evenings. Hermione yawned a little as she gathered more of the dishes into piles on the counter, while hot soapy water filled the sink. Just what I need to help me to sleep, a little work and I’ll be ready to go to bed in no time. Smiling as she turned to the CD player she had in the kitchen, she put the familiar CD in and pushed play. As music filled the room, she lifted her voice and got lost in the music as she did the dishes.
Severus slipped into the house quietly, thinking the mistress of the house was sleeping and not wanting to wake her and have to answer her endless questions about his whereabouts. Sweet Merlin, what is that coming from the kitchen? Walking towards the kitchen, his wand ready for any possible trouble, what he saw stopped him in his tracks. There stood Hermione in what Severus could only assume were her night clothes, singing along to some sort of music. He felt his blood turn hot as he took in how little clothing she was wearing, a man’s sleeveless white undershirt and a pair of short red boxers covered her. Her normally bushy hair was somehow tamed into a knot at the back of her neck. Severus smiled as he noted the multitude of pins that were poking from her hair, keeping it all together. His attention going back to the music that seemed to be coming from the curious black box that was perched on one of the other counters. It seemed like some strange mix between piano and drums. Most curious, he thought. As the song that was playing when he entered ended, the next track began. It started with a lilting melody played by the piano, soon followed by a slight trembling from the drums and cymbals.
Hermione lost in her own thoughts, smiled as the song began singing softly in a teasing voice, “Missed me, missed me, now you’ve got to kiss me...”
Watching her, Severus felt something in him tighten as she spoke about kissing. He stood there transfixed as she sang about telling various people about the man who kissed her, and how he might be punished if he were found out.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, you must think I’m pretty
If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me
If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me
If you love me, mister, you would never leave me
It\'s as simple as can be!
Severus bit back a groan as Hermione spit out the word “fuck”, the image of her on her back and he above her flashing through his mind. Oh gods, he thought. He had never really thought about her in this way before. Well, maybe a little during her seventh year, but she was a student, a child. Not anymore, a small voice whispered in the back of his head. Seeing her in the scant amount of clothes she was wearing, singing as if there were no one else in the world, he realized how much he had kept those forbidden thoughts locked away.
As the verse tapered off, the piano and drums combined into some kind of macabre sounding waltz. It seemed somehow a tad slower, almost as if the dancers in it were moving in a slightly jerky and awkward fashion. He could almost picture a young woman and an older man swirling around on a dance floor, the woman almost a little reluctant to lead by her partner but going along anyways. Slowly the image faded into one of him and Hermione.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving
If you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer
And they\'ll get you, mister, put you in the slammer
And forget you, mister, then you\'ll miss me, won\'t you...
Won’t you miss me...won’t you miss me
Won\'t...you...miss...me
Hermione almost wailed the last line, mimicking the singer. Her voice full of sorrow, longing and desire for the man that kept leaving. Her voice really isn’t that bad, he thought. It had a pure kind of quality that, while it might never reach certain high notes, what she lacked in raw talent, she made up for in the way she poured her emotions into the song. Severus smiled slightly as she implied that she would harm the man that toyed with her affections. Really, he expected nothing less from the Gryffindor-know-it-all.
Missed me, missed me, now you\'ve got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister, take responsibility
I\'m fragile, mister, just like any girl would be
And so misunderstood...so treat me delicately
Severus felt his hands almost twitch from the want the desire to take her into his arms. To do just what her song suggested, to snog her senseless before taking her back to his room to ravage her. Get a hold of yourself, he admonished himself while pushing an uneasy hand through his raven hair. He was surprised he had remained undetected for so long. The last time he had caught her like this, he had just come in from the Three Broomsticks. She had heard him come in and twirled around a slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks, he asked her what she was doing up so late at night. She said answered back cheekily that she couldn’t have been up too late if he himself was just coming in. At his raised eyebrow, she answered that she couldn’t sleep and figured she would use her time and clean up a bit. That she could normally sleep after she tired herself out a little. Without thinking, he had murmured that next time she couldn’t sleep to come see him, that he could think of something beyond scrubbing dishes to take up any excess energy she had. Severus had hoped she hadn’t heard him, though by the blush and shocked look on her face, she must have. He had wished her goodnight and escaped to his room before anymore damage could be done.
Watching her hips brazenly sway as she sang, her voice cruel and taunting:
Hope you\'re happy, in the county penitentiary
It serves you right, for kissing little girls
A voice in his head taunted him, she’s too young for you, you great greasy bat.
But I’ll visit, if you miss me
Hermione’s voice softened, almost pleading now
Will you kiss me through the window
Do you miss me, miss me...
Will they ever let you go
I miss my mister so
Hermione turned around to gaze at Severus as she sang the last line. She knew he had been there for awhile, but wanted to see what he was going to do. After the last time he had caught her singing, she had stayed up for nights afterwards hoping he would catch her and make another offer. Licking her lips as the song faded, she watched Snape through a lust filled haze.
Snape shook his head slightly to dislodge the lascivious thoughts, upon seeing her eyes and that she had stopped singing. He strode over to her, his eyes darkening further as he watched her pink tongue swipe across her lips, he took her into his arms and kissed her hard and proper.
Hermione let out a soft gasp as she felt Severus’s body pressed up against her own, her back against the sink and counter. Her hands slide up his arms and into his hair, as she hesitantly licked his lips with her tongue. Severus groaned and happily deepened the kiss further. He had meant to just kiss her once and walk away but Hermione was too much of a temptation to simply kiss and let go. As they parted for air, Severus saw a desire that matched his own in her innocent eyes. The innocence that was there was his undoing. She deserves more than a greasy, old Deatheater like me, he thought sullenly. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kissed her softly and whispered goodnight against her lips before suddenly leaving her alone in the kitchen with swollen lips and an unfulfilled need.