Deliver Me

Chapter IX – Foolish Games


Hermione awakened the next morning to see two black gems gazing back at her, completely forgetting where she was and the preceding night’s events, she let out a very ear-wrenching scream, only to be silenced by a powerful kiss that she fought against.

His lips were demanding, bruising and his tongue invading, she felt like she couldn’t breath. She couldn’t move because she was cornered against the backrest of the sofa, her legs were confined under his and her arms were useless – he pinned down her shoulders with his much larger frame.

She tasted copper. Blood. Who was bleeding? Probably her.

Finally he pulled away, still padlocking her to him.

“That shut you up,” Severus said menacingly. She stared at him in wonder and fear. What the hell just happened? What was he doing on top of her? Why were his hips inappropriately rammed against hers?

He leaned in closer to her; she tried to move back and realized she could not move any further. His tongue peeked out of his mouth just inches away from hers, and she thought he was going to wreak havoc on her mouth again, but he didn’t. He slid his tongue along the center of her bottom lip barely touching it – tasting her blood.

“Like a virgin sacrificed,” he murmured looking down at her.

Hermione looked at him in horror. What was he talking about? Not even, what was he doing?

“You’re sick.”

“Running after older men, Miss Granger, am I the ‘sick’ one? I think not.” He leaned in and she turned her face away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Ah, but I’m already touching you,” he sneered at her before crushing him mouth against hers again.

A million things were running through her head, she wanted to scream for him to get off her so she could run away and she wanted to pull him closer and let him devour her. He was so irritatingly alluring.

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When Severus had woken up to find this vision of perfection perfectly aligned with his body, he had instantly moved to disentangle himself because she was his student and he did have some morals. But as he tried to move his leg away from between her soft warm thighs, she'd let out a primal moan in her sleep. Then she screamed really setting him off. How dare she move her body next to his, torture him, and then act like the damned victim. He had tried for too long to keep her at bay and now she was acting as if he had forced himself on her, instead of her invading his personal space. Well, damn her! He would show her exactly how personal space could be invaded!

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Hermione could barely think. Severus had moved his hand up to her uncovered thigh, pressing her dress farther up, while at the same time moving his knee in the most erotic way between her legs. With barely a thought to what she was doing, Hermione rocked her hips against his firmness.

“Is this what you like?” his voice was sinister.

She wouldn’t respond, unsure if she could or wanted too.

He slid his hand under her dress and ran his fingers around her belly getting lower and lower. Reaching the very top of her panties he pushed them downwards before pulling them off completely.

She gasped when the cool air hit her.

“My little virgin sacrifice,” he was repeating himself tracing his fingers up and down her thigh, “but of course you’re not a virgin, but you’re certainly letting yourself lay here like a sacrifice ready to be taken.”

Taken where? The thoughts swarmed in her brains.

He moved his fingers finally making contact with her core; he slipped them through her wetness once, before raising his index finger to his mouth and tasting her.

“Pure and delectable, just the way I like them,” he gave a lustful growl rocking his hardness against her center.

Clutching his shoulders Hermione tried to lever her way up, “Severus… this isn’t… I didn’t mean for this to…”

“Tell me you want me,” Severus said in a rough voice in her neck while kissing and biting her.

“I…” Hermione broke off as a wave of arousal washed over her, “don’t…I don’t… want,” her breathing was ragged as she was trying to let out her plea.

Severus stopped. He’d done many awful things in his years and he could rape her, but he wouldn’t – obviously not. Straining against his body’s demands, he tried to lever himself off her only to find her legs wrapped around his waist. The little witch was saying one thing with her mouth and doing another with her body.

“Don’t stop,” she mumbled as her body moved to maintain contact with his.

And with that last word he pushed himself against her entrance, only the fabric of his pajamas separating them, he rocked into her over and over, building her desire to a fevered pitch.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Looking down at Hermione’s stricken expression, Severus realized somebody was at the door, and they were knocking – loudly.

“Professor!”

Damn it! It was Potter!

“Professor!!! It’s important, are you in there?”

Without looking back he commanded her, “Sit up, pull your skirt down. In fact, go straighten up in the bathroom.”

Severus straightened up and opened the door, presenting his usual dark stance.

“What is it? I do not find it amusing to be awoken by students rasping at my chamber doors, my private chamber doors Mister Potter.”

Harry gave him a look of indifference, “Have you seen Hermione? She didn’t come to bed last night, I waited up for her-”

Severus’ blood was boiling. So she sleeps with Potter, that explains a lot, he thought to himself.

“Mister Potter, I do not know where Miss Granger is.”

“She said she was going to work on her potion! Ron and I waited up for her until three this morning! We fell asleep and by the time we awoke everyone was heading out for breakfast, Ron had to go see Charlie and she’s still not back.”

“Did you check the library? Your other half of my headache seems to spend a lot of time there.”
“She specifically said Potions! And I know since today is a Professor Planning Day with no classes, she was planning on staying up late last night and working on her project, so she could sleep in today and it wouldn’t matter!”

His voice grew darker, “And I said Mister Potter that I have not seen her, she is not here, and if you do not wish to have points taken from your house I suggest you leave me alone!”

Harry crossed his arms across his chest in anger, “Are you sure you did not see her at all? Her things are in your classroom.”

“Perhaps she was there, but I have no time to follow Miss Granger around the castle like her keeper.”

“Then where is she?”

“That Mister Potter is for you to figure out. Good Day Mister Potter.” And with that Severus shut the door.

Muttering curses to himself, Severus stalked into his bathroom expecting to see Hermione there, she was gone.

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Back in the Gryffindor common room, fully dressed in her school robes, and fresh out of the shower, Hermione sat in front of the fire crying her eyes out. The common room was empty, most people were outside chatting away with their friends, studying in the library, or doing something else, so she could basically wallow in all her agony as much as she wanted.

How did it happen? Why did it happen? When was she in her right mind and let it happen? Did she really want it? How could she? Was she mad? Was he mad? He touched her. She wanted it. He wanted it. He thought she wasn't a virgin? Was he daft? Like hell she still was. He was like a water faucet, hot? Or cold? Could there be a medium? He made her senses fly haywire, up, down and around in circles, she had no control.

"Oh in the name of Morgana! Hermione where have you been?" a very worried Harry Potter came rushing into the common room to find his very best friend sobbing uncontrollably.

He grabbed her and held her tight, "Shhh," he said reassuringly, "Ron and I were so worried. But whatever it is, we'll get through it."

She sobbed even louder.

Harry's heart broke in a million pieces for her, he hated seeing her like this, "It's ok, oh Hermie, please don't cry," Her hands gripped his arms through his robes ready to cut of circulation.

He led up her up to his room and let her slump into his bed. He made her a cup of tea and watched as she drank it.

"It's him isn't it?" Harry asked.

She looked up her puffy eyes, "Who?"

"That guy. The one who keeps making you cry."

She didn't say anything.

"It's not right you know, you shouldn't keep letting him do that to you."

"How do you know? I mean you have no idea who he is-"

"Hermione I'm not stupid. I know exactly who he is, you know that," Harry's voice was calm but his green eyes stern.

"How do you…"

"Hermione, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Even if you weren't doing your thesis with him, I could see it coming."

"You really could? Because I would have liked prior warning, myself," being with Harry made her feel lighter and she let out a little laugh.

"It's not really funny, but I wouldn't say I completely expected it, but I had some idea, and well you're project, well I didn't think it was a good idea…"

"I know."

"And that's basically why I sided with Ron on it." Harry took the empty teacup from her hand, "Hermione he'll break your heart a thousand times over before he's finished with you."

"Does Ron know?"

"Are you kidding? We wouldn't be having this conversation if he did. Ron would have hexed Slytherin into the next eon if he knew."

"But you wouldn't?"

"I trust you, not saying that Ron doesn't, but you know Ron's very protective of you and he'd die before letting anything or anyone, for that matter, hurt you."

"I know."

"And I would too," with his last words, Harry made her break into sobs again and he rolled his eyes upwards. 'This was going to take awhile,' he thought to himself.

Harry went over and sat down next to her and took her into his arms, he stroked her hair and let her cry it all out.

"We don't have to go to lunch you know, if you want you can stay here as long as you'd like. It's a day off and I'm pretty sure Seamus and Dean are spending the entire day - and night - with Lavender and Parvati. Neville can bunk across the hall, he wouldn't mind."

She let out a little laugh, "Where's Ron?" her voice was shaking.

"Oh he had to go see Charlie again, something about orders from Percy and the restrictions on some type of sanity issues nonsense."

"I don't get it."

"No one ever gets Percy."

"He'll be back before dinner though."

"I don't want to go to lunch, Harry I can't look at him."

"And you won't have to. I'll tell Dobby to send up some food and we can just wait around for Ron."

"Would you mind if I slept? I don't feel too good."

"Mi casa, su casa. You know that."

She smiled and put her head on his pillow, Harry came up behind her and he cuddled with her, just until he was sure she was asleep. The he pulled up a chair beside her and read a Quidditch book, while he waited for Ron.

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Harry didn't have the heart to wake her for lunch, so he decided he'd wake her for tea, Ron would be back by then, and maybe then they could help her solve her little dilemma.

Around a quarter to four in the afternoon, Ron came tiredly into his room, to find Hermione fast asleep and Harry reading by the bedside.

"What's wrong?" he whispered to Harry.

"I'll give you one guess," Harry whispered back.

Ron nodded his head, immediately knowing what the problem was, just not knowing with whom.

"Oh that," he answered.

Hermione stirred in her sleep moving her arms around before turning herself onto her stomach and dozing off again.

"I'll make tea, you wake her," Harry told him getting up and putting his book down.

"Hermie," Ron said softly stroking her cheek.

"Mmm," she murmured in her sleep throwing her hand in the air almost smacking him.

"Hermie, it's time to wake up…" he said softly again moving his head out of smacking distance.

"No," and she threw her hands miscellaneously in the air again.

"Hermione there is a Runes test in five minutes."

That did it. She bolted up with a look of complete panic on her face and attempted to scramble off the bed before she realized it was a day off.

"Ronald Weasley! Scaring me half to death-in the name of - good goddesses -"

Ron laughed, Harry brought her a cup of tea and they talked.

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"Damn, dinner's in a few minutes. Let's go or we'll be late," Harry said a few hours later.

They got up and headed into the Great Hall, Ron walked in first and Harry - whose hand was around her waist protectively, escorted in Hermione.

"You know," she whispered to Harry, "It's not like we are going to be attacked by wolves, you can loosen you grip just a little, you fingers are digging into my ribcage."

Harry gave a small smile, he felt very uncomfortable if he let go of her, as if he wasn't protecting her.

They sat down and Hermione was sandwiched between Ron and Harry with Neville, Dean, Seamus opposite, Lavender and Parvati at their sides.

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Severus watched them as she entered the Great Hall with that brat Potter clutching her around the waist - she looked quite pleased.

He was completely expecting her to stay with him, in his chambers, so he could move her to his bed and have his way with her.

He remembered her legs around his waist, her hips cuddled against his, those moans she made, her eyes rolling to back of her head in delight and her tongue riding his mouth. Remembering it all, his fists were clenched on the table, as he attempted to regain his composure, Severus wanted to march right over there, grab her and take her away, perhaps chain her to his bed or better yet around his waist.

"Severus, are you quite alright?" asked Minerva looking at him unknowingly, "You seem troubled."

"I'm perfectly fine," he snarled, cursing himself as the tightening of his pants started to get uncomfortable, making him even furious.

She shot him a nasty look, one her -if-you-bite-my-head-off-I-will-bite-even-harder.

He bit his tongue wanting to say something to her, but rather stalked off before saying, "I'm just tired."

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"You brat!" giggled Parvati fending off Dean who kept poking at her waist to tickle her, if he wasn't trying to nuzzle her neck in public.

"Merlin and Morgana, I feel like I'm in a porn movie and I can't get out, whenever the four of you are around," whined Ron, referring to Dean and Parvati along with Lavender and Seamus, all of whom could never keep their hands the other.

Lavender shot him a nasty look, "Just because Fleur isn't giving you any Ron, doesn't mean we have to be sour along with you."

"What makes you think I'm not getting any?" he shot back at her, pushing her buttons.

Hermione almost choked on pumpkin juice, "I didn't need to know that."

The boys laughed.

"A gentlemen does not kiss and tell," Ron started, "Besides your foursome is getting boring."

"So don't watch - wait a minute! We don't have foursomes!" Lavender snapped at him again, falling into another one of his word traps. She in fact, telling the truth and was offended that he thought did partook in them.

"Hun, ignore him," Seamus told her, stifling a laugh as he stuffed a piece of chocolate in her mouth.

"Ahem," said someone behind them cutting through the fun.

"20 points from Gryffindor for indiscreet behavior, each, Miss Brown and Mister Thomas," Snape barked.

"Sorry Professor," Seamus said straightening up.

"Miss Granger, my office at 8 o'clock tonight," and before they knew it he was gone.

"What a prick!" Ron murmured under his breath.

"Yeah, damn Hermione, why do you put up with that shit?" asked Seamus reaching for the cookies in front of her.

"And what would you propose that I do? He is my mentor," She asked.

"He needs to get laid," Lavender said off handedly, "I think a good fuck would do him well."

This time Hermione did choke on her pumpkin juice.

"That's your solution for everything! You're like a bloody rabbit! Just without babies!" Ron snapped at her.

Harry was patting Hermione's back trying to get the air circulating in her lungs again.

"Well better a rabbit than a nancy boy," she threw back at him.

"Are you implying that I'm a nancy boy?"

"I don't care, she's my rabbit," Seamus said giving her a light hug as she rested he head on his shoulder.

"You act like one."

"Maybe he's just Fleur's personal incubus, a pretty little toy with red hair," Parvati said, attempting to rescue the Ron and Lavender from a very out of hand conversation.

"I give up! Damn it, Lavender, you could give a succubus a run for her money," Ron said throwing his hands up in the air, "It's all about sex!"

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Hermione walked into Snape's office at ten minutes to eight that night, sat down and waited for him.

Dinner had not yet been over and he summoned her, so she grabbed two large cookies and a glass of milk.

His office was dark and almost bleak, as usual, but it always had a sensual, sexy ring to it. Maybe it was the intricate furniture, the exquisite craftsmanship on every object in there, the mixes of silver, black and forest green with ebony wood, the scent - oh the scent of his office - it was him, all him, outdoors, peppermint, sandalwood, freshness, crispness, masculinity.

She took a bite of her first cookie and stared at the ceiling while she waited. Amazing. She never looked at his office ceiling before; it was of a night sky with swirls of sparkling green dust falling from it, never touching the ground.

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Severus stared at her for a long time, how she ate those blasted cookies, he wished he were a cookie. Well no, not really, he just wished he were touching her mouth rather than some bloody morsel. He liked how her eyes wandered, looking around the room, then at the ceiling. She was entranced by it probably. That was one of the things he enjoyed about her: the simple fact that she appreciated everything.

"Miss Granger, my office is not a dining hall," he said coming out of the shadows.

"Well, you did rush me out of dinner," she told him flatly, her eyes never leaving the synthetic sky, his eyes never leaving her.

“You are eating now.”

“Then why are you complaining?” she snapped.

“I do not complain.”

“Who are you vouching your actions too?”

“No one.”

“I thought it was me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You want to.”

“I would not.”

“But you should.”

“But I will not.”

“Fine.”

“Must you argue with everything I say,” he was baiting her.

“Must you criticize everything I do.” She bait him right back.

“I’m your professor.”

“And frien-”

“No.”

“Why?”

"This morning you left."

"I couldn't stay."

"And if I had made you?"

"You wouldn't."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Should you have stayed?"

"Perhaps."

"Did you want to?"

"I'm not sure."

"Carnal."

"Very."

"That was a statement not a question." He had an emotionless voice.

"I know."

"But you don't care."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it's you."

"Because you wish to care?"

"Because I wish not too."

"Do I care?"

"You should." She sounded unflustered.

"And if I don't."

"Then you don't."

"But you wish me too."

"Maybe."

"And?"

"It's you," she said matter-of-factly.

"You wish it not to be?"

"No."

“If I told you I cared?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Then you do not know me as well as you thought, now did you Miss Granger?”

“I suppose so, Professor Snape.”

“If I had asked, would you stay?”

“Yes, but you wouldn’t ask.”

“You think you know the answers.”

“I know you wouldn’t ask. It would be beneath you.”

“Pray tell.”

“I don’t feel like it,” she was unfeeling in tone.

“That is unacceptable.”

“To you, everything is.”

“Are you always this quick to judge?”

“Aren’t you.”

“We are not discussing me.”

“I want to.”

“No.”

“Are you always this irrational?”

“Aren’t you.”

“Yes.”

“A terrible flaw.”

“That you will regret.”

“Your flaws are not my concern, but your own.”

“You made them.”

“I did no such thing,” he matched her oblivious tone, every step of the way, with short, flat responses.

“Then why am I here?”

“Because you want to be.”

“Maybe. So what? You drive me crazy.”

“Not that you were not already.”

“Quick responses with little thought in them,” she loved verbal sparring with him; he could hold ground with her, not too many other people could, or wished too.

“Sharp tongue, dull wit.”

“I left because I needed too. If I stayed…”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“There is something.”

“No.”

"And Potter?"

"What about him?" she grabbed the last of the two large cookies she had brought along with her.

"One cannot satisfy you? Must you have two?" There was anger in his voice.

"Of course, two fills you up more." There was nonchalance in hers.

He was talking about lovers, she was talking about cookies.

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"You bitch!" His voice like a whispered knife.

Her head whipped around, "What?"

"Filthy snake."

She flinched, "What are you talking about?"

"I tire of your games. Push me farther and I will end them."

"You're going to stop me from eating? You're the one who lectured me, twice in fact on not eating-" she raised her voice and the laid-back preceding tones had vanished from both their voices.

"Bloody hell-"

"-And now you want me to stop?"

"In the name of Salazar himself-"

"Make up your mind, because quite frankly-"

"-You were speaking of food-"

"-I couldn't care less either way. I do think I need to loose a few pounds-"

"-I will not let you starve yourself-"

"-I look like a poof-"

"-You look fine-"

"-Do you think so-"

"-I know so."

And there was silence.

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She was getting to him, really getting to him. If she wasn't leeching on to him, she was always around, if she wasn't challenging him every step of the way every single day, she was admiring him silly, stupid, beautiful, daft, ridiculous…

He was driving her insane, completely turning her head to mush. If he wasn't barking at her, he was making the madness disappear, if he wasn't boring holes into her body with his eyes, he was making her come alive, pig-headed, egotistical, breathtaking, wicked, intimidating…

The air in the room had gotten psychologically thicker, and neither moved, they just gazed at one another, bewitched.

It was hard to tell who moved first, but their lips met; her arms around this neck, his arms encircling her; her feet off the floor, his feet ready to give way; the only thing separating them was their clothes.

“Take me,” her voice barely audible, she could feel his lip grazing her neck, Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as she felt his lips at the base of her throat, “to you.”

Severus found a wall, and backed her up against it, leaning on it for the strength to remain standing. Her legs found themselves around his waist once again as she reached for his lips with hers.

She felt his tongue descending through her, her arms pulling him closer to her, her legs tightening their grip; she didn’t want to let him go. He was sucking her bottom lip and grinding her against the wall. Hermione let out a small whimper of delight. Severus smiled against her mouth fully please with himself.

He rested his forehead against hers breathing hard, his eyes downcast.

“You’re beautiful,” she told him looking his him, feeling his exhaled breath falling below her chin.

Hermione stroked him hair and kissed the bridge of his nose. She knew he must have hated the feelings he was getting, she could tell by the look on his face, he wanted her, but she knew he would fight it as much as he could.

“I’m not a garment, I highly doubt ‘beautiful’ is a proper term,” he let out a ragged whisper trying to maintain his persona.

She let out a small giggle and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, the same as he had once done to her, trying to get him heated up again.

Severus pulled away, “Stop,” and he pushed her harder against the wall, flinching.

Hermione let out a gasp - that hurt, she felt like she had the wind knocked out of her.

“Wha-”

“Hermione we cannot do this-”

“You’re damn right!” a voice said from the doorway.

Severus backed off letting Hermione almost fall completely to the floor.

She turned her face upwards to see a very angry, red and dangerous looking Ronald Weasley.