Brewing Glory

A/N: Sorry it's taken me longer than usual to put up a new chapter, but I've been having a bad case of writers block and totally don't know what to have happen next, so I decided to go with what I thought would be appropriate, and this is what I got ;)

“Blimey!” Ron gasped, thrusting his copy of the Daily Prophet onto one of the tables in front of the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione was immersed in reading one of her school books, her nose buried in its contents and her legs crossed. She put her book down and sighed at Ron, a look of irritation crossing her face. “Ron, must you always be so loud?”

“I’m sorry Hermione,” Ron said angrily, “But the Prophet is getting out of hand.”

Hermione put down her book and grabbed the paper that Ron had put onto the table. Her eyes scanned the pages her eyes widened at what she saw. She sighed and set it back down. “Death Eater attacks on muggleborn houses. It doesn’t surprise me. No one gets word from him for weeks and suspect he’s run off like some sort of coward. How can they be so ridiculous?” She asked rhetorically, rolling her eyes and returning to her book.

“Where’s Harry gone? I haven’t seen him in ages,” Ron said, his eyes scanning the common room. Many of the Gryffindors were lounging around; enjoying their free hour on this Friday afternoon as music played in the background.

At that moment, a wizard cracker came whizzing into the area where Hermione was quietly reading and popped, making her scream and drop her book. A roar of laughter came from the back of the common room and Hermione stood to her feet, glaring. Her eyes landed on Dean and Seamus who were laughing obnoxiously.

“Sorry, Hermione,” Dean said, letting his laughter die off as he noticed Hermione’s face flushing with frustration. “Seamus here got a bit out of hand.” He nudged Seamus, who was grinning stupidly.

“A bit?” Ron called. Hermione looked to her side to see Ron clutching at his sides, laughing in hysterics. “You almost made her wet her bloody pants, mate!”

The three of them laughed again and Hermione picked up her things, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “You’re so immature, Ronald,” she spat, turning and making her way out of the common room.

She stormed out of the common room, making her way from the Fat Lady who looked at her with a worried expression. Hermione was about to make her way to the Library to continue reading before her detention, but ran into a solid figure on the way down and was knocked to the ground.

Her things scattered everywhere across the floor and her head hit the stone floor. She yelped and grabbed the back of her head before leaning up slowly to see one Professor Snape hovering above her wearing a smirk.

“I would offer a hand,” he said darkly, pulling out his wand, “but I think that is unnecessary.” He flicked his wand and her things piled together neatly as she got to her feet. She picked up her bag and straightened up to face him, only coming to his shoulders.

“Thank you, sir,” she said quietly, throwing her bag over her shoulder again. She could feel her face getting hot. She moved to brush past him but he stopped her.

“You look a bit frustrated, Miss Granger; may I ask what is it that is bothering you?”

Hermione looked up to meet his eyes, which were glittering dangerously. She could tell that he was trying to taunt her, which made her only more frustrated than she already was. She could not hold her tongue. “None of your business, Professor, so if you don’t mind, I’m making my way to the library.”

“Not so fast,” he snapped, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her to face him. He smirked and stared down at the girl before him who was shaking slightly. “Might I remind you that you have detention in exactly forty five minutes?”

Hermione frowned, “I’m aware of that, sir. I was just going to read—”

“Read,” Snape said with a snort, letting go of her shoulder. “Off with you.”

With that she quickly brushed past him and headed down to the library, not turning back once to look at him even if she could feel his gaze burning a hole in her back. He truly was a git, wanting to give the world a show, but Hermione decided to think no more of it on her way down to the library. She didn’t need distractions. She could talk to him about everything she needed to know after she had finished her “detention”. She was going to have a peaceful forty minutes of reading with no distractions and that was that.

Opening the door to the library, she was greeted with a very excited looking Harry.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped, a little louder than she would have liked. Madame Pince gave her a deathly stare and Hermione blushed before turning back to face him. “What are you doing here?”

Harry grinned, “I’ve just seen Ginny,” his grin slowly faded and he reached out a hand to touch her shoulder gently in the same spot where Snape had so selfishly grabbed her. “Look, we need to talk for a minute.”

They made their way into the back of the library by one of the windows deep in between tall shelves of books. Hermione sat her things down on one of the tables and pushed a strand of hair out her eyes before taking a seat. She looked up at Harry expectantly, who soon sat down across from her.

“The Prophets been putting out a lot of rubbish here recently, Hermione,” Harry began, leaning in closer, his voice dropping. “And all this news about Voldemort doesn’t mean any of us are out of danger now. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I want all of us to be aware of what’s really going on and to be safe.”

“Harry,” Hermione hissed, looking around making sure no one was looking. “I know that the Prophet is a bunch of rubbish, we’ve known that far too long now. But you must realize if the time comes that we are to fight, you will have to let me be dependent. You can’t be there with me every step of the way.”

Harry just glared at her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione continued, “I know in the past we’ve done everything together. But Voldemort wants me, Harry. He wants me to try to get to you. He wants me to help him defeat you, and when he decides to put plan into action, you can’t be there at my side to help me, and you and Ron need to face that.”

“But Hermione look, we could—”

“No Harry, listen,” Hermione cut in, getting frustrated that she was wasting valuable time. “I’m an adult now. You and Ron almost are too, and it’s time we start acting like ones.”

He seemed to be in deep thought, his head tilting slightly as he sat back in his chair and sighed, and his shoulders slumping. Harry gazed around the room before his eyes met hers again. He was defeated. “You’re right, Hermione,” he said, standing, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Hermione said quietly, before opening her bag to pull out her book.

Hermione smiled to herself as she read the pages of her book. She had finally begun to accept that she was her own grown woman.

Around a half an hour later, Hermione opened her eyes to find herself face down on the library table, her face stuck in the middle of the book. She blinked a few times, waking her self up before she realized where she was. She bolted upward, looking at her watch. It was 6:55 and she had only a few minutes to get down to the dungeons and make it in time for her detention. Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she had fallen asleep reading a book in the library, but she had to be exhausted. She crammed her things into her bag as quickly as she could and made her way out of the library and down to the dungeons.

The dungeons greeted her with the sounds of Mrs. Norris screeching down a different corridor and leaks from the ceiling dropping onto the cold, stone floor. Her footsteps seemed to echo loudly off the walls as she made her way towards Snape’s office. Her heart rate began to quicken as she knocked on the door and opened it when she heard him summon her in.

She opened the door to find Snape sitting at his desk, marking more of his papers. His hair hung in his eyes and his nose almost touched his desk. He did not look up when she closed the door behind her, but spoke when she made her way forward.

“Scrub the cauldrons and don’t use your wand,” he said in a bored tone, his quill scribbling quickly as he marked comments on what looked like rather large essays.

Hermione stared at him quietly before setting her bag down gently and making her way over to the sinks and staring at the cauldrons that resided there. They were stinky and dirty, burnt remnants chipping off the rims. Hermione’s face wrinkled in disgust as she began to wash them.

She occasionally looked over at Snape when she felt eyes on her, but every time she looked he was still simply grading the papers in front of him. If only I could try to use Legilimency on him without him knowing it, she thought. I could know what he is thinking right here and right now…

Her eyes flickered over to gaze at him thoughtfully and she scrubbed without thought, her hand moving over the cauldron lazily. He must have noticed the lack of work. His head darted up to look at her and her eyes widened.

“Is there a problem, Miss Granger?” he spat.

Hermione shook her head, “N-no sir.”

“Then I suggest you stop staring and get back to work.”

She turned her head quickly.

The next hour went by slowly, Hermione’s hands pickling from the water being on her hands so long. Her hands stunk, so when she finally finished with the cauldrons, she pulled out her wand to cleanse them. She turned to face her professor again who spoke.

“Are you finished?” He asked carefully, his eyes looking up briefly to look at her.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Then you may go.”

Hermione looked at him incredulously. Was he dismissing her? Just like that? The way they had spoken to each other in this room only the day before, the way he told her she had detention was very promising. She had expected something much more. Perhaps news, or perhaps… his kiss again, or better yet, his touch. Her body shivered at the thought and he seemed to sense her uneasiness.

Snape got to his feet and strode past her, going to inspect the cauldrons. Hermione watched as he picked one of them up and looked at it carefully, plucking a finger at the insides of one them and sneering. “I suppose this will do,” he said, setting the cauldron down and turning to Hermione, his eyes widening as if surprised to still see her there. “Explain to me why you have not gone back to Gryffindor Tower, Miss Granger?”

Hermione seethed. She clenched her fists and stared at him. He simply lifted an eyebrow and chuckled. Her face fell, turning into a look of confusion. “What?” she accused, folding her arms defensively.

He shook his head, “It is quite interesting, to say the least, to watch you get so worked up over the simplest of things. Is it information that you’re after?”

She nodded.

He smirked and walked back to his desk, sitting down in it and leaning back, folding his hands. Snape moved from side to side gently, examining her. “Well I haven’t got any for you… none that is your business, anyway.”

“What do you mean none of my business?” She snapped, her temper rising again. “Of course it’s my business if it has anything to do with me!”

“Who said it has anything to do with you?” Snape inquired, his brow furrowing seriously. “The Dark Lord has not asked anything of you recently. He simply is moving his way up, killing muggle families and preparing himself for combat. I assure you; the fight will come soon enough. It seems as if you wish to throw yourself into the hands of death, despite everything I’ve taught you.” He frowned slightly and licked his lips slowly.

Hermione shuddered again at the sight of him licking his lips. The man still made her hormones go crazy ever since the night he had had kissed her. She thought of him often, thought of the scene in the kitchen over and over. Her breath hitched and she let in a sharp breath. “I remember everything, Professor.”

“I know you do,” he hissed quietly. “I’ve seen it all. You’re so simple to read when you are not paying attention.”

Her face turned a bright red and she clenched her teeth, glaring at him. “You know, you could ask me before invading my mind so rudely, sir.”

He smirked, “But it’s more fun this way.” He got up from his seat and lunged at her, wrapping her into his long, firm arms.

Hermione sighed at the warmth of his touch and leaned into him when he began to stroke her neck slowly with his slender fingers. Her head tilted to one side as he slid his hand up slowly to caress her cheek.

Hermione began to give into his touch, the feeling blissful. She clenched her eyes shut when all of a sudden, pain shot through her body and she slumped forward and pushed Snape backward, falling onto the floor. A series of imagines flooded through her mind, of Harry and Ron, of her kiss with Snape, her meetings with Voldemort, the face of the Dark Lord himself, the cold feeling upon her back.

“No,” she croaked, opening her eyes to see Snape bending over her, his face concentrated. His lips were moving and he was say something, but whatever it was, she could not hear it.

Pain continued to shoot through her body as she grunted loudly, being thrown back into the images. She resisted, curling up into a ball on the floor and trying to regain consciousness, but failed miserably. Suddenly, everything turned black and she knew no more.

Hermione awoke suddenly, her body shifting. She was being held by someone. Someone who felt very warm and very welcoming… her eyes fluttered open to see Severus Snape, whose breath was shallow, his hooked nose just above her view. Her surroundings were dark and for a brief second, she became afraid. She reached her hand out to touch his cheek and he looked down at her, startled.

“Quiet,” he said softly, placing her down on what felt like a bed. He put her under a thick wooly blanket and then sat next to her.

Hermione stared at him quietly, not knowing what to expect, when out of no where he leaned toward her almost gingerly, placing his arms on either side of her head onto the pillows she lay on. His head was hovering above hers; his lips parted only a fraction of an inch, his obsidian eyes glaring down at her. But it was not that same glare he gave her when he was angry or taking house points away from Gryffindor. No, this was something much different. His eyes glittered again as they had earlier in the corridor and he lifted one of his arms to remove a piece of hair from her forehead. Replacing his arm onto the side of her head, he leaned in further, his hair falling in front of his face. She felt his hose nuzzle into her neck and whimpered quietly, suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings and for a second afraid he might actually hurt her. Hermione shuddered as his lips pressed against her ear as he spoke.

“It’s okay now, Hermione. You’re safe now,” he said faintly, his voice more hoarse than it usually was.

Hermione sighed as she felt his hands wrap themselves in her hair and his body lean in to press against hers as he lay on top of her. Snape began kissing her neck before turning her head with his hand to place a hot kiss on her lips.

He let his tongue press gently against her soft lips and gain entrance to her mouth, letting his tongue entice hers. Snape felt her wriggle beneath him and he pinned her down, pushing his body weight up to push the blanket off of her body.

She then realized as her eyes floated up, half-lidded, that she was wearing a simple night gown and knickers. Snape’s face was staring down at hers as he placed his body on top of hers once more. His slender hand glided tenderly up her leg and onto her inner thigh to pull down her knickers. She allowed him access by parting her legs and was about to let out a moan of satisfaction when he pressed his thin lips to hers again, now thrusting his tongue into her mouth in a more demanding manner.

Snape grunted and sucked on her lower lip and bit it, before letting his tongue slide back into her mouth. He arched up again and sat on her lap, straddling her down before moving his hands to undo his zipper. His eyes landed on Hermione’s face, whose hair was lying wildly around her face, her eyes still only half open as she watched him undo his pants. He knew better than to think she was not surprised, for had she more energy, her eyes would be as wide as dinner plates. He felt her move beneath him but placed a finger to her lips, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. “There’s nothing wrong about this, Hermione,” he convinced her soothingly, leaning up again to pull down his pants.

Hermione watched intently as he sit on her lap, undressing himself until he was wearing nothing but a plain white t-shirt and boxer shorts. She could see a tent in the front of his boxers and let out a small gasp as he pulled them down, revealing a long, hard and aching member.

He placed his hands on either side of her head again and positioned himself above her. Snape took one hand to pull up her night gown to reveal the small bush he had once seen before. And Merlin, had it been too long. He placed the tip of his cock onto her entrance and she let out a low moan.

Hermione wriggled at the feel of his erect cock, bucking her hips gently. His arms grabbed hers and pinned them above her head gently, but firmly. Her eyes would only open enough to see him hovering above her even still, his breath hot against her mouth as he kissed her once more.

She moved her hips again to feel his cock slide against her clit and press at her entrance. She moaned lowly and hissed in his hear, “Stop it.”

Snape only moaned back at her, a smirk forming on his lips. His grip on her hands was not slacking, and he thrust his hips forward again to swiftly swipe her clit once more. “It will be over soon enough,” he said passionately, before thrusting one more time and entering her roughly.

Hermione had to bite her lip to stifle a scream as he began to rock into continuously. She clenched her eyes shut, letting the feel of his erection fill her to the hilt. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She opened her eyes to see stars flying before her and quickly her vision cleared and she looked down to see Snape’s lean body moving in and out of her. Her eyes lifted to look to his face again and he was staring down at her, his eyes still gleaming.

“You’re so…” he groaned, the palms of his hands becoming sweaty. He repositioned the grasp on her hands in order to keep holding them down, all the while still pumping in and out of Hermione. “So… tight,” he ground out, as he began to push in even harder.

Hermione let out a whimper before biting her lip again, letting her hips move forward to meet his, which she knew pleased him, for Snape let out an appreciative moan. Her consciousness was beginning to fade as the pleasure began to envelope her body and she began to shake, reaching her peak. The walls of her vagina began to clench around his throbbing cock and he threw his head down to catch her lips in another passionate kiss.

Their tongues moved together swiftly as he bit on her lip, tasting blood. He let go of her arms, letting her touch his face and with one huge shudder of his body, he spilled his long, hot seed inside of her. Snape pulled out and fell next to her onto the bed, wrapping his arm around her to face him.

Hermione was breathing heavily, her eyes almost falling closed as she watched the sweaty, dark man before her. His eyes were still filled with lust, his chest heaving heavily. His chest was well toned for his age and only a few patches of hair were present. His torso and hips were very slender and a small trail of dark hair lead down to a large, glistening penis which lay limply against his thigh.

He seemed to notice her taking in his appreance. Snape chuckled softly, his hand gently caressing her side. He did not break her gaze when she moved her to head up to look at him.

“Why?” Hermione croaked, leaning into his touch and resting her head on his shoulder.

Snape placed an innocent kiss to her forehead and tilted her chin up with one finger, steadily looking into her eyes. “Because it’s what I’ve always wanted.”

And then he moved his finger along to trace her jaw line and kissed her once more before she laid her head back down and went to sleep.