Evil Personified

Chapter Nine


Severus stood in the hall, eyes narrowing as he digested what Hermione had just accused him of. What a preposterous idea. He, Severus Snape, did not even entertain the idea of touching a student let alone mark her.

She isn't a student anymore, something in the back of his mind whispered. Just as quickly he banished the thought. She was a child, and the bane of his existence at that.

He went after her only to find that she had vanished. He growled to himself and ended up back in his own rooms trying to imagine the idea of Hermione Granger in his arms. The girl was not in the habit of falsehoods except where Weasley and Potter were concerned.

What could have possessed him to do such a thing and to her of all people? Women did not want him nor was he likely to force himself upon an unwilling female even if it was Granger. He rubbed his temple. Hermione Granger was going to answer some questions for him if he had to perform a full body bind to get the answers out of her. Vexing child, he thought sourly.

A full hour or two passed as Severus brooded and hissed and grumbled to himself before finding himself standing in front of the portrait of a lady who sat embroidering on a tapestry frame. She looked up at the Professor sternly.

"Open up," he hissed.

"Isn't it rather late to be visiting? And you know that I cannot let you in without a password."

"I am the Head of Slytherin, and a teacher in this school. You will let me in as I ask."

"Miss Granger has wards set as well."

"Wards will not keep me out if I want in," he warned.

"I will not let you trouble that nice girl," the portrait lady insisted.

"You mind your own business or I will see to it that you are put in storage. The dungeons are my domain and you will obey me or else." How dare that cheeky cow deny him entrance? He wanted answers tonight and he was going to have them.

"You are truly evil," the lady glared and reluctantly swung open.

"Thank you for the compliment," he replied dryly, muttering words in a low tone that dropped the complicated wards Hermione had set upon returning to her rooms.

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had dropped the book she'd been reading in bed when she heard the slight noise of her wards being tampered with. Footsteps stomped across the small living room as she grabbed her wand and came to her feet. She had not expected the Professor to come here, especially when she'd left him in the upper hall several hours before. In the time she'd known him Snape had always had the last word in anything and tonight had been an exception, or so she'd thought.

She'd been wrong. The door to her bedroom blew open with a huge bang that rattled the walls ornaments and made the candles flicker in their sconces.
The Professor stood in the doorway, fury on his face.

"Explain yourself, Miss Granger."

She looked at him, wand at the ready.

"Expelliarmus." Her wand jerked from her hand, flying over to the Professor, who caught it easily. "I want to know exactly what happened."

Hermione faced him with her chin held high, her hands on her hips. She was not going to back down even though his temper had always frightened her. She was no longer his student but his apprentice. Her heart thumped in her chest and she chewed on her lower lip.

"Well? Do you intend on telling me voluntarily or do I get out the veritaserum?"

He noted how luminous her brown eyes were as she shifted uneasily under his gaze. His eyes fell to her rounded breasts and lower still to her bare feet. This is no child, his conscience whispered.

"You would not like the entire truth, Professor," Hermione said slowly. "I did not lie to you. You bit me and left the mark. It was neither Ron nor Harry, but you."

"Why?"

"You had no idea what you were doing."

"Obviously."

"And I did not...hold you responsible for your actions."

Severus sighed and looked at her, frowning. "You have not explained it to my satisfaction, Miss Granger. What I do not understand is how you came to compromise yourself to begin with."

I did it willingly. I think I love you.

"Professor, just forget it happened. It's over. The mark isn't noticeable any more. As I said, you were not capable of acting responsibly at the time."

Severus knew that there was much being unsaid. Tucking her wand into a hidden pocket of his cape, he advanced on her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. His training as a Death Eater had taught him many ways to persuade when threats failed.

When he spoke again his voice was an erotic purr in her ear, and his warm breath made ripples of desire begin to coil in the very bottom of her belly.

"I do believe that there is much more than what you are sharing with me, Miss Granger." His lips barely brushed the shell of her ear. She moved away from him only to have him pull her against him.

"You know how very much I despise being denied what I want."

Almost as hypnotized, Hermione's eyes met his. The memory of the scorching kisses he'd given her broke loose from where she'd penned them up inside her. The anger she'd had at him over Valencia was suddenly pushed away and she licked her lower lip.

"Tell me, Miss Granger," he purred as he nuzzled into the soft cloud of her curls.

"I was sitting with you," she began, unsure whether to turn her head and hope he kissed her again or run. Her choices were limited as he stood between her and the door to the living room.

"In the infirmary? Why?"

"You were ill from the last battle."

"I am most aware of that." Gooseflesh rose down her back as slim fingers brushed her hair aside. The heat of his lips was just inches away. "Why did you choose to sit with me?"

"I know y-you hate me, Professor. Ohhhhhhh."

Severus smirked into her neck as his lips brushed uncovered, smooth flesh. The odor of Jasmine assaulted his senses. Jasmine, he'd smelled that somewhere before.

"Continue," he entreated.

"I-I can't think."

"Why not?" The girl was not his type but fondling her was getting him what he wanted little by little. He couldn't help darting out his tongue to taste her slightly salty skin. "I do not hate you." His mouth found the place where her neck became shoulder.

A swift rush of wetness began pooling between her thighs. Her nipples began contracting and tightening into hard buds that ached.

"We both know I am not your favorite person."

"You are off the subject." One hand stroked her ribcage, following the line from ribs to hip and back.

His hands were scorching her. She shut her eyes and swallowed hard. This was worse than the first time in the infirmary when he'd marked her, declaring her as his. Then she'd not been as needy as he was making her now.

His actions were things that Hermione had only read about in her Mother's bodice ripper romances. And like the heroines that she had envied, her body was responding to the smell and feel of him. This was her beloved Professor, they were alone in her bedroom, and she was naked under the nightgown, something that would have mortified her if she hadn't been so aroused.

"You kissed me," she admitted.

Black, glittering eyes narrowed and he was shocked at the longing he thought that he saw looking back up at him.

Hermione came up on her toes, her damp mouth almost on his.

"You kept kissing me." She wanted his mouth again, not only just that, but much more. She wanted to see him without any clothing.

"Like this?" Severus knew he should stop, that he should not lure the girl into his rising lust but she reached up with trembling arms and he was kissing her.

The mewling sound from Hermione was lost in the cavern of his mouth as she leaned against him. Her hard nipples brushed against his frock coat, arousing her further.

"You-were-holding-me-down-onthebed," she ground out between kisses.

"That could be arranged," he hissed as his hands sought out her breasts then froze as common sense penetrated the haze of lust that was clouding his mind. He released her abruptly, sucking in air and trying to think.

Hermione swayed from the sudden release, nearly losing her balance altogether.

Severus caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. He must remember himself. She was looking up at him, her eyes dilated with arousal and he tried to remain detached. He'd gotten the information that he'd sought on his own terms.

He was far from untouched by the encounter. Rather, he'd been caught in a web that was of his own making and none of hers. He was in denial that she was fair game for him now if he chose to take her to his bed. Albus would be able to say nothing to him about it since she was now his apprentice.

She is a child. She was your student. She's Granger, the pain in your...

"Severus," she whispered, her mouth tingling, breasts swelling. For only the second time in her life a desired male was close to her and her body was demanding satisfaction. "Are you going to---I mean are we," Hermione suddenly blushed, unable to ask if he wanted to come to bed with her.

"No, Miss Granger." He removed her wand from his pocket and handed it to her. "So I attacked you whilst in the infirmary. For that I do apologize."

"You claimed me."

His cock swelled at her words, hardening even more at the implication they carried.

"I cannot claim you."

"Why?" She came over to him, hesitantly because it had taken only moments for the cool mask he normally wore to reappear and the passion he'd introduced her to was gone. He was Severus Snape, Professor of Potions and head of Slytherin house, cold and untouchable.

"I do not need to share with you my reasons." Severus saw the hurt rise in her eyes and he ignored the urge to tell her that she had gotten too close to rousing real feelings in him. "Go back to bed and forget what just happened."

"Forget? How can I forget?" Hermione looked as if she were about to cry; her voice was choked. "I don't want to forget. I want..." She chewed on her lower lip, trying to handle the frustration and hold back the tears that were starting to seep out. "I want.." Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe.

Please don't cry Hermione. I didn't want to hurt you.

Severus clenched his teeth, willed his erection to away and slowly took her into his arms. She buried her face in his coat, unwilling to let him see her cry and holding herself stiffly.

He knew what she needed; he'd started this. Regrettably he knew that he would have to finish what he'd started. He took a breath of his own and slowly bent to slide one arm under her knees as he lifted her.

"Ssssssssh," he tenderly walked with her over to the bed, laying her down and situating himself beside her. He forced her to look at him, her face wet.

For a long time he said nothing, only stared into eyes that pleaded with him for something Hermione couldn't quite name.

She felt him raise her nightgown, bunching the muslin around her bare hips. Cool dungeon air blew over her bottom. The touch of his hand on her knee made her legs open, wanting him to move higher, to the center of her that was slick and wet and fragrant with the tangy smell of arousal.

Severus' hand was soothing as it stroked her silky skin, moving up her thigh but not touching the hole that smoldered at the top. His eyes were drawn irrevocably to the wet curls that bore droplets of fluid that would ease his way in if he were to take her.

Hermione quivered as he nuzzled her cheek and his finger traced the slightly open hole of femininity and brushed against her curls. Her hips shifted restlessly, and her mouth sought his.

Thumb and forefinger parted her labia and his long middle finger pushed in. Immediately, her inner muscles clenched tightly around the digit, squeezing.

Severus nearly came in his pants at the feel of extremely tight pussy that was surrounding his finger. The wetness pooled inside of her coated him thickly and his thumb slowly traced her clitoris as he eased the finger out and back in.

He took her mouth in the way his body wanted to take hers. His tongue mimicked what he wanted to do with his aching cock. Hermione's clitoris was distended and rigid as he stroked, making noises come from her throat that were lost in his ardent kisses. A second finger joined the first, stretching her and thrusting in. She flinched a bit at his fingers forcing her open, and vaguely he wondered if he had been dead wrong about Weasley. The girl was virgin tight.

Her hips moved against his hand and she buried her face in his neck, panting. Severus' clever thumb pushed the hood back on her clit and lightly teased the raw nerves, making her cry out.

Every thrust inward of his fingers made shocks reverberate through Hermione's lower body. Her active imagination was placing his cock there. The object of her imagination was in reality rubbing enticingly against one thigh, Severus being unable to keep from rocking against her.

Her hands dragged at his shoulders, attempting to pull him over on top of her, but he resisted, what little sense he had remaining keeping him from doing such a foolish thing.

"I can feel....oh Severussssss....Gaaaaa......"

Her stressed core was flexing against his fingers and he shoved harder, his thumb pressing firmly on her clit.

"That's it," he murmured, sweat dripping from his face onto hers. "Come for me. I want to watch."

Her hips jerked and his thumb unrelentingly rubbed. Sucking noises came from her hole, as his fingers pumped hard in and out.

"Hermione," his voice was like velvet, hoarse, strained, alluring.

"It's...I'm coming....ohhhhhhhhhmygodmygodmygod..."

Severus was ruthless in his ministrations as her hips surged high and he came in his trousers as she exploded around his fingers, her fluids slurping noisily and smearing against her skin.

He continued to stroke until she had grown still. A last passionate kiss completed his partial seduction of her. She held his mouth to hers with hands that had grown shaky from her hard orgasm, wanting more, wanting him to stay.

Reluctantly he pulled his fingers out of her and came to his feet. Her juices were thick and musky. He sucked on his fingers, reveling in the slightly sweet taste. His need to suck on her glistening, open hole twisted in his gut.

Hermione felt sleep overtaking her as she heard him mutter a cleansing charm. She would rest only a moment....