A Sacrifice for Love

A/N Bella Snape- Pansy is trying to seduce Draco in the beginning but he doesn’t want to be distracted because he is trying to save Hermione. He does show her affection. I haven’t gone into details of their relationship (it will come though) but it may be a case of “Don’t know what you have till it’s gone”


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“Is she here?” Minerva asked worriedly, trying to look around him into the room. She had first gone to his workroom but it had been empty and colder than usual.

“Who?” Snape asked uncomprehendingly. He had been so wrapped up in his memories that he barely recognized the older witch before him.

“Hermione Granger, she is missing. Potter and Weasley said she came to see you.” she said impatiently. Snape’s mind cleared immediately.

“She did not show up here. When did they say she left? Did you look in the Slytherin common room? I found her there last night with Malfoy.” He admitted with distaste.

Minerva nodded. “I checked on them earlier before finding Hermione missing. I knew you were not feeling... well so I thought I would do you the favor. She was not there and the boys said she came to speak with you earlier this afternoon when classes were over.”

Snape felt his heart drop. She had been missing all that time. He had been here alone, lost in his memories and something might have happened to her. He closed his eyes organizing his thoughts and quieting the ones that screamed she needed him.

“Have you alerted the Prefects? Where have you searched?” he demanded. Minerva glared at him.

“This was the first place I came. I didn’t know she was missing. I thought she was with you!” she snapped at him. He flinched slightly.

“Well she isn’t! Alert everyone. She may be hurt or...”

Minerva thought she understood. Hermione had saved his life and he was indebted to her. He had obviously decided that protecting her would repay that debt. She stepped aside as he walked out of his rooms into the hall. He stopped suddenly as a thought occurred to him. The damned map! He had spied on Potter and discovered the stupid trick to it.

He strode over to his desk and opened it, pulling a large blank paper from it.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” He said dryly, glaring at Minerva when she gave a startled laugh. A map of the school appeared, as did a small figure labeled Hermione Granger. She was in the Room of Requirement. He folded the paper and tucked into his cloak.

“I will find her. We had words earlier this afternoon and I believe I may have said some harsh things to her. I will make sure she gets back to her rooms safely.”

Minerva nodded, relieved. Since Dumbledore’s death and being cursed, she didn’t have the energy to chase her Gryffindors around Hogwart’s. Soon, she would have to find a teacher for her beloved Tranfiguration class. She went up to her rooms.

Severus waited until she had disappeared down the hallway before making his way to the Room of Requirement. When he reached it, he stood in the hall unsure of what to say to her.



Hermione had left the common room confidently planning to go to Professor Snape and tell him everything. Well mostly everything, she amended. She did have her secrets but she would tell him about the potion and its side effects. She had barely left the hallway when her great Gryffindor courage had deserted her.

She leaned up against the wall gasping for breath and trying not to cry. She didn’t know what to think. Things had changed so quickly and she didn’t understand. All the years they had faced dangers together, it had always been Harry’s fight, with them to help. Now it was over. Her problems were her own and it wasn’t something she could find the answer to in a book.

What she felt for Snape, though she knew it wasn’t real, frightened her. She wanted to be his. She wanted to hold him and touch him. She wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and tell him she loved him. These thoughts horrified her. He was Snape, a Death Eater and their hated Potions Professor, no matter how brilliant he was.

She began to wander the halls aimlessly, lost in her thoughts. She had thought they would defeat Voldemort easily and cleanly. Though the spirit of Dumbledore had told her she was the only real casualty, he had meant the only real death.

There were many missing students. Some were at home and some, like Ginny Weasley, were in St Mungo’s for treatment. She had been hit by a nasty unknown curse that caused bouts of confusion about who she was. It reminded Hermione of Gilderoy Lockhart and his own affliction. They had said it was getting better but slowly. She still did not know who many people were.

It had not been clean. Hermione had thought it would be easy, after all weren’t they the Golden Trio? Then she had imagined she would meet a charming wizard who would sweep her off her feet and carry her away into the sunset. She may be undoubtedly practical but she was still a romantic at heart. It had not happened like that.

Disgusted with herself for her self pitying thoughts she wished she could go home. A door appeared in the wall and she realized she was standing before the Room of Requirement. She entered to find herself in her old muggle bedroom. She lay on the bed and stretched out. She fell into a restless sleep.

When she awoke, she still felt confused. She lay there thinking for a while. What she really needed was a drink, she decided. She didn’t exactly approve of alcohol but someone had told her it was the easiest way to forget problems. She sighed and turned her head, surprised to find a bottle of firewhiskey on the nightstand. She smiled, thinking the Room of Requirement really knew how to treat a girl. She grabbed the bottle and took a drink.


Snape hesitated only a few moments before opening the door. He was very surprised at what he found. Hermione was sitting on a bed holding a bottle of what looked like alcohol. She gave him a blurry smile.

“Shervush Shnape, how good of you to join me.” She slurred happily. He winced and moved over to the bed to take the bottle away from her. She fought to keep it, though in her inebriated condition, it wasn’t as hard as it could have been. He looked at the label on the bottle and cursed to himself.

“Now, now, if you take it you have to drink it. Go on, go on.” She encouraged in a sing song voice. For a moment, he just stared at her and then he bean to laugh. Hermione Granger was drunk.

She stared at him, her eyes wide and when he stopped, she shook her head. “That was beautiful, do it again.” She said. He flushed and realized she had probably never heard him laugh. It was not something he did very often.

“You know Profeshor Shnape, you are one hanshome wizard.” She slurred again. She got off the bed and walked towards him, none too steady. He started to back up but moved forward to catch her when she stumbled.

“Gotcha!” she said triumphantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back tasting the firewhiskey on lips. He ran a hand over her back, pressing her to him and she moaned.

“Oh Severus, I want you.” she murmured. He groaned and picked her up. He carried her over to the bed and stared down at her. At some point during her time in this room, she had taken her robes off and was only wearing a button up shirt and skirt. She lay on the bed, looking up at him, with desire in her eyes.

He reached out and ran his hand over her face. “You are so beautiful” he said in his silky voice. She sighed.

“Do you really think so?” she asked uncertainly. He smiled and nodded.

“Then show me how you feel” she urged him.

“You are drunk, Miss Granger. I would not take advantage of a drunk student.” He said nobly, though that is what he wanted to do. She sat up and glared at him.

“I had a drink. That is all. It lowered my inhibitions enough for me to tell me how I feel about you. You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”

He glared at her for a moment and she began to feel like she was in class. It was a disconcerting feeling and she began to giggle. This was far away from class. He shook his head, not daring to ask what was funny. He was afraid he would not like the answer. He turned and sat down in a plush chair as far from her as he could.

This was when he realized he still had the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. With a glance at the giggling girl on the bed, he opened the bottle and took a long swig. It was powerful stuff and burned a path down his throat and into his belly. He liked the immediate warmth and took a few more drinks. No wonder she was so happy, he thought. This stuff was good.

Snape was not one for alcohol. He would have a few butter beers if the occasion called for it, but he relied on his potions if he was having a particularly bad day. It wasn’t much and nothing addicting, usually just a sleeping potion but it worked. He smiled at the bottle, thinking he would have to get some of this stuff to take back to his rooms.

He looked up to find Hermione standing in front of him. She reached out and took the bottle from him and tossing it across the room onto a rug. He watched it empty and then turned surprised eyes back to her. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea, he thought suddenly, because he felt the sudden urge to plunge his hands in her wild hair and kiss her senseless.

She smiled, as if she had read his thoughts. “You, my dearest professor, have bewitched my mind and ensnared my senses.” She said paraphrasing his first year speech. He smirked at that and she leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft, sweet kiss and completely took his breath away. He didn’t move as she sat on his lap and began unbuttoning his robe.

“Do you want me?” she whispered against his lips. He groaned and cursed the alcohol that was urging him to answer.

“Yes.” He hissed. He deepened the kiss and pulled her against him tightly. She moaned as he ran his hands under her shirt and to her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard and became even harder when he ran his hands over them. Impatiently, he ripped her shirt open and pulled it off of her. She leaned back and grinned at him.

With a soft growl, he bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, biting it gently. She leaned forward, wrapped her hands in his silky hair and moaned loudly. She reached her hand down to the junction of his thighs to find the hardness still concealed by his robe and rubbed it. He switched sides, licking and nibbling on her other nipple while she fumbled with his clothes.

Finally impatiently, he held her close and stood, moving towards the bed again. He lay her down, pulling her skirt and knickers off and then his own clothes. When he had finished undressing, she stared at him. He hesitated uncertainly. She gave him a gentle smile and pulled him down.

“You are as beautiful as I had imagined” she murmured, holding him close. He stared into her eyes, looking for any doubts, any reason to stop and did not find any. He could see the desire and something else, something he was not yet ready to admit to himself, in her eyes.

She touched his face and then pulled him down for a kiss. It started gentle and sweet and as he began to run his hands over her, it deepened into something fiery and out of control. She ran her hands over his chest and lower, grasping his hardness in her hands. She moved her hands over it slowly at first and then built up speed until he was moaning in her mouth.

He growled and slid his hands over her stomach and into the curls at the junction of her thighs. He groaned when he felt how wet she was. He slid a finger into her heat and almost gasped at how tight she was.

He gave her a worried look “Are you...”

She smiled shyly and hid her face in his shoulder, her hand not losing pace. “No, I’m not a virgin, so you shouldn’t hurt me.” she said, a little doubtfully, glancing at his length in her hands. He grinned, kissed her and began to move his fingers in her, causing her to moan loudly. He slid his fingers in and out of her, his thumb flicking her clit and was satisfied when she began to orgasm in his arms. She screamed as she reached that peak of pleasure and looked at him with dazed eyes.

At his devilish smirk, her eyes narrowed. Did he think he was the only one that knew how to give pleasure? She bit back a smile. It was a wonder what things you could learn in books these days, she thought and she pushed him over on his back. He gave her a surprised look, especially when she moved downwards trailing kisses across his chest and down his stomach. He gasped when she took him in her mouth.

She slid her tongue over the head in a circular motion before sliding him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she took him as far as she could without choking. He moaned and wrapped his hands in her hair. She moved her head up and down, using her tongue. He looked down to see his length sliding in and out of her pretty lips and it became too much. He had to have her.

Abruptly he pulled her up and she could only look at him in surprise. “Is this what you want, Hermione? Is it?” he demanded roughly, his famed control almost gone. She nodded and smiled at him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him, impaling her with his cock. They both moaned at the same time. She was so tight and hot, like a wet velvet glove gripping him tightly. He almost didn’t want to move but she had started writhing on top of him so he couldn’t help himself. Using her hips for leverage, he turned and pulled her under him.

He started moving slowly, not sure if he would hurt her. She said she wasn’t a virgin but she was so damn tight. When she began to moan and move with him, he increased his pace. Soon he was slamming into her with all of his force and she was encouraging him with her moans.

He was filling her and when he moved it was such a delicious feeling. She could feel the pleasure building up inside her like a dam about to burst. He reached his hand between them and began flicking her clit, not losing any of the force in which he plunged into her. She felt the damn burst and waves of imaginable pleasure poured over her. She screamed his name.

“Oh, Severus!”

He was about to come when he heard her scream his name, pushing him over the edge. He could feel her walls convulse around him and he came with explosive gratification. He collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her. She was just a tiny thing. She kissed him and stared into his eyes in amazement.

“I love you, Severus Snape, with all my heart.” She said breathlessly. He held her close and they lay there, catching their breath. He frowned to himself. It had not lasted long. Next time, he would take his time and show her real pleasure, he thought. She mumbled something sleepily.

“What was that, sweet?” he said.

“I said thank god for potions” she slurred already half asleep.

He frowned, not understanding what she meant. What potion was she talking about? He asked her about it.

“Snow White Potion. Don’t you know the story?” she murmured and then began to snore softly.

His eyes narrowed as he thought about it. He was not familiar with many fairy tales but it had concerned potions so he had read it at one time or another. He scowled trying to remember and when he did, he went cold.

“Hermione! Wake up! What do you mean about the Snow White Potion?” he demanded, shaking her. She opened her eyes a little.

“Made me fall in love...” she said before she was snoring again. He stared at her in revulsion. This was just something come of a potion. She wasn’t really in love with him, it was the potion. Amy and her potion, he thought with fury. Amy must have known this would happen; otherwise she would have appeared by now. He slipped out of the bed and quickly dressed. He cleaned the room of anything that could betray his presence and left.

He stalked to his room, where he summoned a house elf. The elf cowered in front of him.

“Tell the Headmistress that Miss Granger is asleep in the Room of Requirement. Tell her I must leave on an urgent errand and shall be back in a few days. Do not enter these rooms unless I summon you” he said viciously, restraining the urge to kick the cringing creature.

“Right away, Masters, right away” it promised before it apparated. Severus stared with hatred at where it had stood. He warded the rooms with the most powerful ward he could find and walked over to his potions cabinet. He picked a potion that he had never felt the need to try and drank it down. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

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A/N I hope you like it, I haven't ever really written any kind of lemony thing before so I'm kind of new at it. This is my first fan fiction after all.