Dreams and consequences

Hermione\'s toes curled. Her arms came up of their own accord and rested on the wall of his chest. His scent, spices and herbs, sandlewood and sage mingled in her nose She couldn\'t think, instead she allowed her self the same freedom as she had last night and surrendered to the feelings coursing though her veins. The kiss became wilder, and animal instinct was overtaking her. Her hands started undoing the many buttons of his frock coat, finally freeing the last she parted it and pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms, all the while his lips devouring her, pouring liquid fire from his soul directly into hers. Next her hands worked to free the white silk shirt from his body. her hands working each button through also finally reaching the last one. Parting it her hands encountered warm hard firm flesh. Snapes\' flesh. His muscles contracted at the contact. She was surprised to find her own robes piled around her feet, her own shirt freed from the band of her skirt. She broke away her lips to remove that cumbersome article of clothing. Her bra a delicate lace barely held her breasts confined. Reaching around she undid the clasp and freed them. All she wanted was to feel his skin upon hers. To touch him and taste him. When she reached back for him, he was watching her. Arms folded across his bare chest Pale skin flushed and a look of mockery in his eyes.

\'Quite a show, Miss Granger.\" He sneered, \"Very impressive. Tell me, are you always so quick for a tumble?\" His eyes took in her form, her arms now covering her chest protectively and was glad to see her face crumple. Merlin, he wanted her, would indeed have had her, had his conscience not pricked him. He neded to drive her away. Driving people away was something he was good at. She\'d thank him one day, of that he was sure.

\"Get dressed, and get out!\" He roared, allowing some of his own frustration release. Sometimes, he really hated himself. He forced himself to wear a mocking expression while watching her try to clasp her bra, her front turned away so that all se could see was her smooth expansive back, but her hands were clumsy, probably due to pent up emotion she fumbled with the clasp. He deftly reached over and fastened the garment for her. Severus was betting her momentary hatred would give him at least a week reprieve from her. She shrugged into her shirt and left without a word. What do you know, he\'d left her speechless.

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Tears of shame rolled down Hermione\'s cheeks. How could Snape do that to her. Humiliation burned along every nerve ending with every beat of her heart. How could she have forgotten the type of man he is. Shamed of her feeling for him she raced back to her room. Impulsively she pulled out her trunks and hapzardly packed her belongings pell mell. She ran her arm across her eyes drying her tears. She wouldn\'t let any one see her this upset. Resolving to leave was the best option. It was humiliating enough to be pining for the damned arsehole, she\'d be damned if she was going to be the brunt of everyones\' pity, jokes or speculation.

Shrinking her trunk she placed the miniscule parcel in her jeans pocket. She wasn\'t sure where she was going, afterall, her parents weren\'t expecting her. She slipped quietly out her room.

Filius Flitwick,long-time professor of charms, had goblin ancestor. As he was getting older, and had no children himself, he held many artefacts of his goblin ancestry. unfortunately, with no one to hand them down to, he felt that now would be an opportune time to bestow one such artefact on his most favorite pupil these last 20 years. As the staff had been informed, Miss Granger had been living under the influence of a love potion for nearly two years. Who would have guessed? He had, in his posession one such artefact that could help her. It was important that she keep the item a secret. Indeed, it was almost more than he could bear to part with it, but he felt sure that she would protect it, and keep it hidden, indeed, if there was any who deserved it\'s use, it would be that of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape. He was more than happy to provide a means to an ends in that regard.It was a creation of his great great grandmother. Considered ugly by goblin standards she had no prospects, although, really she wasn\'t bad compared to human standards. It was with humans she found a man who she felt she could love. Unfortunately, he didn\'t return her affections.As a goblin she had powerful magic, she created a love stone, and with it she obtained her heart\'s desire. Her child, his grandmother had also used it to wed the wizard of her choice. His mother had also used it to marry his father. He was the first son since it\'s creation, and to him, it felt wrong to use it on some unsuspecting witch, so, it had sat nestled in a box in his bottomost drawer.
As a collegue, Severus Snape left much to be desired. As a man, Filius respected him. He could do worse than Miss Granger. Indeed, he was beginning to feel like father Christmas. He decided to locate her, and give her the gift immediately, after all, she deserved happiness.
To his surprise, he could see her hurring down the path towards the gates. He ran after her.