Evil is too strong a word

Evil Is Too Strong a Word!

Hermione laid in bed at night; she was tossing and turning in her Gryffindor dorm but sleep was as elusive to her as were the rules of Quidditch. She got out of bed and walked down to the Common Room and wrapped herself up by the dying embers of the fire. It had been months since Dumbledore’s death; it was months since she saw Harry. She sighed wanting to talk to someone. Anyone. She shook her head. Harry had given her his invisibility cloak so that she could walk around the castle at night and go into the library to swot up on the Horcruxes.

She got up and opened the ottoman that she kept it in. She had told no one of this as it wasn’t any of their damned business. She smiled as she wrapped it around her body and snuggled into its warmth; there was always one place she went when she was this restless; and that was the Astronomy tower; the scene of that most auspicious of crimes in modern history. She walked out of the portrait hole and made her way to the Astronomy tower. She walked around the school avoiding Filch and Mrs Norris with expert ease. Dodging in alcoves and shrinking in the shadows; she did this because she wasn’t certain of Mrs Norris ability to see through the cloak.

She opened the heavy oak door carefully so as not to alert attention; she had become adept at this also. She smiled as she started winding her way up the sloping well-worn stone steps of the castle; thinking about how many of the famous Wizards and Witches that must have placed their feet here, it humbled her in some way. Once she reached the top of the Astronomy tower she touched the cold stonewalls and laid her face against their coolness; she inhaled their damp, earthy smell. She always loved that smell.

The silver sickle shaped moon hung like a necklace in the sky illuminating very little; stars surrounded it. The clouds scudded eerily across the sky the top half of them silvered by the light of the moon.

“If walls could talk, eh?” she whispered.

“Indeed, if they could talk, Miss Granger!” said a voice behind her. She spun around the cloak falling off her face and shoulders as she moved. She was face-to-face with Severus Snape.

“Sir?” she stammered. She still respected him. And as she said to Harry he was not completely evil. She backed into the wall. “What are you doing here?” As soon as she asked the question she regretted it, as he fixed her with his cold black eyes. He looked truly in his element.

Hermione looked down on the floor; she found her feet to be very interesting all of a sudden. He tilted her chin up with his long slender finger and rubbed his thumb along her lips.

“You’ve grown since I last saw you, Miss Granger,” he said. “Hmm, you’ve grown very much indeed.”

She scowled at him; and he chuckled. “You’re not going to tell me off for being here?”

“No,” he said. “What right do I have, now that my employment here has been terminated,” there was a self-mocking edge to his tone. He was still supporting her chin with his finger.

“Well killing your employer certainly wouldn’t make you employee of the year, sir!” she replied edgily.

He laughed; it was a cold humourless laugh. “I don’t think I would have wanted that. It would have ruined my reputation.”

“It’s not a laughing matter,” she replied.

“You were the one that came up with the joke, Miss Granger. Believe it or not Slytherins do have a sense of humour.”

“I don’t know what to believe,” Hermione said truthfully. “Especially when it comes to you.”

Severus looked at her and smiled. “I don’t intend to be one of those shallow people you can work out instantly.”

“No,” Hermione sighed. “I suppose not.”

He tilted his head to one side examining her briefly. “I’m glad you’re here, I need someone semi-intelligent to talk to,” he admitted. Hermione’s jaw would have dropped at that compliment had he not been holding it so strongly. She had to show her confusion with her eyes. “Yes, Miss Granger, I consider you to be semi-intelligent.”

He took his finger away from her chin and walked away with his back turned. He gripped hold of the sides of the parapet of the wall and clung onto the stone fiercely, Hermione could see his knuckles turn white. His head was hung down; his lanky hair covered his profile and whether it was the inky blackness of the night sky or not she was certain that if it wasn’t for his pale hands she could not have told the difference between man and sky, so immersed was he in the night.

She walked up to the edge and stood beside him just quietly looking out into the night sky.

“Hogwarts is beautiful,” she breathed eventually to break the silence between them. “I can understand why Voldemort wants it so much.”

Snape turned around and his hair flew and landed across his face. Hermione had the sudden urge to sweep it away with her hand but held back as she didn’t think it would be appreciated.

“Don’t say his name!” he hissed.

“I’m not afraid of him, sir,” she replied. “What he can do to me is what anyone else can.”

“Is that what you think? Others have the gift of mercy; he doesn’t.”

“That’s probably why I am not afraid,” she answered. “I fear Lucius Malfoy more than Voldemort because Lucius does have the gift of mercy; yet he chooses not to use it; that is something to fear.”

Snape furrowed his brow. She was still looking out over Hogwarts and now she was resting her hand on her chin. The moon shone on her face giving her flesh an otherworldly glow. Her hair was messy and it cascaded down her back in a tangled heap. Some of it was covering her face; and Severus couldn’t stand that. He brushed aside the tendrils and tucked them neatly behind her ear. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingertips brush against her skin.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“To make some sense of it all,” he replied. He was looking at her profile all the time. She had grown up to be quite attractive. He mused over an unthinkable possibility. What was it like to kiss her?

She pouted her lower lip and jutted her jaw out slightly. She was no longer a child; she was a woman; she even had a womanly neck, a neck that Severus wanted to stroke and lick with his lips and tongue. He folded his arms across his chest as he contemplated her. They weren’t so different as he had tried to pretend all these years. She was what he would be were he female... or even worse – Gryffindor!

“You’re beautiful,” Severus sighed aloud without intending to. She snapped out of her pensive reverie and looked at her companion blinking back her surprise.

“What did you say?” she gasped.

“Nothing,” Severus said. It was the usual clichéd recovery.

“You said something,” she said. “What was it?”

He gripped the side of the wall with one of his hands. He kicked the stone and looked down on the floor. Hermione was strongly reminded of Harry when she questioned him about whether he had done his homework or not; she resisted the urge to giggle as he spoke admitting quite petulantly that he thought she was beautiful. Hermione’s eyes softened. She stepped up to him and raised a hand to his cheek and stroked under his eye with the pad of her thumb causing him to look into her eyes.

“You’re not bad looking yourself,” she said. He leant into her hand and placed his lips in the centre of the palm of her hand. He gripped her wrist with her hand as he fell down to the floor and burst out into floods of tears. The hand that was gripping the wall slipped off and landed on the floor. Hermione looked around biting her lip uncertainly. Studying prepared you for exams; it didn’t prepare you to deal with a crying and obviously broken adult man who to all intents and purposes killed the most powerful wizard in the world.

“I didn’t want to do it,” he sniffed. She stepped closer to him and started stroking his head and wrapped her hands around his head and held him close to her body. He turned his face into her belly and sobbed on her; his hands now clinging onto her red jumper with desperation. His nails ripped through the wool as he sank even further on the floor.

Hermione decided to take hold of his hands and sank down on the floor beside him. She smiled nicely as it was now her turn to tilt his chin up and made him look into her warm brown eyes.

“I know you didn’t,” she said gently. “Harry is convinced you’re the black hearted villain; but I am not so. I think of all the times you could have betrayed us but you didn’t. I think of the time you bravely showed your Mark in front of the then Minister for Magic collaborating Harry’s story. I think of all the times you must have got Crucio’d by that monster for us. Yet, you didn’t let Voldemort walk in through the gates of Hogwarts. You could have turned your back on us at anytime in the past sixteen years yet you stayed doing a job that you clearly didn’t want to do,” he snorted. “Listen to me!” she said pinching his chin slightly to make him pay attention. “Listen to me. You are not evil! You are no coward! You’re a brave man. A man that I am proud to know.”

He looked deeply into her amber orbs round as a full moon each of them; they sparkled with equal ferocity of light and power. She truly believed all what she had spoken.

“I am not that much of a man, Miss Granger.”

Hermione leant forward and brushed her lips against his before she could change her mind. She pulled away; her heart in her throat as her eyes snapped open with an uncertain shine in them. She got up to her feet and ran to pick up the invisibility cloak.

“Goodbye,” she breathed.

His lips tingled with her touch. Her scent hung around him in the air. She obviously loved lilac and roses. He brushed his fingers along his lips. He was dazed at what had just happened between them. Nice girls like her didn’t brush their silken lips against his harsh cruel ones.

“Wait!” he said in a broken voice. She turned around and looked at him. He was still on his knees. He scrambled to his feet and strode up to her quickly ignoring the head rush he got from getting up too quickly. He grabbed her before she had a chance to run away and leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“Satisfied?” Hermione asked.

“No,” he said. “Why did you kiss me?”

“To give you hope. Why did you kiss me?”

“One kiss won’t be enough to give me hope, Miss Granger.”

She cocked her head to one side; and Severus was strongly reminded of a King Charles spaniel. She even had the right hair for it. She smiled slightly showing off a cute little dimple either side of her mouth. He stroked along her jaw line and leant down and placed a kiss on the dimples. She sighed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and clamped her to his body.

She was surprised and her hands landed palm flat on his chest. She felt his heart beat underneath his robes.

“Um,” she gulped. “I don’t think we should be going any further, sir.”

“I don’t deserve to be called ‘sir’ anymore. I am Severus to you; and you are Hermione to me from now on.”

She gulped again and looked down; he wrapped the cloak around her protecting her in its shroud. He bumped her against the wall and rubbed his hands down her side before hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her cotton pyjama bottoms. He pushed them down and smiled as his fingers brushed against her silken flesh.

“I – I hardly know you, sir – I mean Severus!”

He smirked a little. “You shall know me better, hereafter,” he purred. She locked into his dark, obsidian gaze. The nightly breeze whipped his hair. Hermione smiled.

“I had you down to be a White Witch fan,” she murmured.

“I bet you’re an Edmund fan?” Severus asked.

She nodded. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and brought him closer to her so that she could kiss him to taste him properly. She smiled as she looked up into his eyes before lowering her eyelids and placing her lips on his. She sucked his lower lip making him open his mouth to allow her tongue entrance.

He allowed her small tongue inside his mouth. She tentatively licked the roof of his mouth with the tip of her wet tongue. His tongue flickered upwards eager to touch its new friend. Her tongue lowered down and she ran her tongue along his causing her tongue and lips to tingle with pleasure. This pleasure coursed throughout her body warming her centre making her want him more.

Her hands wandered down his body and they ended up at the waistband of his trousers. She flicked the button out of its hole and ran her finger up and down the zip. She grabbed the pull of the zip and pushed it down. Her fingers met satin. She broke the kiss and looked down and smiled at the black satin boxers.

“I thought you’d be a y-front man,” she said.

“They’re restrictive; and I wear enough restrictive clothing as it is,” he said. “Besides boxer shorts allow for certain activities to be easier than do those y-fronts.” Hermione giggled as she looked back up into his eyes; they were smouldering in the dark. “It’s not very often I have a very attractive young woman in my arms you know.”

She sighed as his hands stroked down her back and he placed his fingers inside her knickers and rubbed her butt cheeks with his warm capable hands. He pushed her closer to him, and he felt her vagina; it was warm already and wet with need. She felt his member quiver beneath her wanting her as much as she needed him.

Severus leant down and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her perfume and smiled against her skin before pressing his lips sensually against her flesh. He groaned as he felt her shiver beneath him with wonderment and joy.

“Severus,” she hissed when she felt his teeth graze against her ear.

His hands circled down to her legs and he lifted her legs up over his waist. He wanted to fill her now; but remained patient as she leaned her head back to allow for further access along the base of her throat. He licked her throat before lowering his head to her chest. He realized she was still clothed. He could see the peaking of her nipples through the woollen jumper and whatever else she might be wearing underneath; they were tantalizing and he wanted so much to suck and wrap his tongue around them.

As if she read his mind she lifted her arms and he tugged her jumper off. He was surprised that she was wearing a white satin slip underneath the jumper. He looked up into her eyes. She smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders. He slipped the straps down her arms and then bunched up her breasts in his hands weighing them. He sighed before placing his lips on her breast, she gasped when his mouth caressed her breasts with tenderness.

“Severus,” she hissed once again.

“Hermione; so beautiful; so damn beautiful!”

He was almost at a loss for words. She was indeed beautiful when he looked into her glowing eyes. She was breathing slowly and passionately. Her lips slightly parted and her skin reflecting the light of the moon.

“Severus,” she began. “Can we – I mean to say – whatever happens after this night I want you to know that you can trust me.”

“Likewise, Hermione, likewise.”

He lowered his head and started to kiss her throat again. He sucked her throat and trailed a path up her throat to her lips. He landed back on her lips and ran the tip of his tongue against them. She parted them even wider and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and wrapped his tongue around hers possessively drinking as much of her sweetness from her mouth as he could.

She tried to wrap her tongue around his but he lowered her tongue with his dominating her mouth telling her with his action that he was the dominant one. It was clear he had kissed a lot of women, as his technique was superb. He opened his eyes just to check her reaction and to his delight she was completely relaxed and her skin was luminescent. He closed his eyes again making his tongue delve deeper into her hot, sweet cavern.

She leaned further into his body and wrapped her legs around him tightly trapping him to her. He smirked when she pushed down on him. He looked deeply into her eyes after breaking the kiss and wiped her hair away from her face.

“Are you scared?” he whispered. She shook her head. He pushed into her making her moan. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little,” she panted.

He smiled and thrust into her depths; she fit him snugly. He pushed into her further and she moaned again encouraging him to go harder and faster. She pushed down onto him causing him to groan in her ear. His hands were tangled in her hair. She pulled on his long, lanky locks fiercely.

He kissed down her neck and brought one of her breasts into his mouth. Her hands were again wrapped around his head urging him to take her whole breast into his mouth. He massaged her other breast with his hand. Hermione threw her head back as he pressed her vagina against his member.

“Severus,” she hissed; “there! Just there!”

“Here?” he asked thrusting into her with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” she breathed into his ear.

He swapped breasts and thrust further into her causing her to scream with joy several times over as he rubbed against her with fire and passion. He smiled as she writhed underneath him. She pushed down on him causing him to moan in return. She smirked. She was pleased that she could affect him as much as he affected her.

He dug his nails into her flesh as he thrust so deep and hard into her that he came with the best orgasm he ever had. She yelled out his name as he gave her, her very first true orgasm. He panted against her skin as she slid her legs down; she was trembling a little. She didn’t think she’d be able to make it down to her Common Room.

“I want you to have this,” Severus said taking a necklace off. “It’s the Horcrux that Potter is looking for. I will send you instructions on how to destroy it.”

He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips and placed a searing kiss on each of her fingers. The silver pendant wrapped around her wrists. He smiled before righting himself. He held out his arm and Hermione saw a bright red swan like bird swooping out of the sky.

“Fawkes,” she breathed.

“For some reason the Phoenix has adopted me,” Severus said. “See you anon my good lady.”

“When?” she asked. “I don’t think that I...”

“Shush, my sweet, I will send you a note all in good time. It might be sooner than you think, my dear.”

Hermione smiled as she hugged the Horcrux closer to her chest.

“May I have a lock of your hair or a piece of your cloak?”

He smiled. “No,” he whispered. “You have enough to remember me by.”

He flew away holding onto the tail of the Phoenix. She sighed when she saw her lover being whisked away in to the fathomless night, not knowing when she was going to see him again.

A/N – This is a One Shot for now, but I don’t know. I left it deliberately ambiguous in case I decide to carry it on. I haven’t written a good piece of Snape smut for a while... well, I hope it’s good for you. What do you gals (or guys) think?