If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Angelnomiko: What will anyone do? Hee hee! You’ll find out the answer to one of those questions in this chapter.



Lilbitbord: I totally agree. I love Ron/Pansy to. Wonder what their ship would be called? I hope you make up your mind with this chapter. It’s tough though.



Tira: Hee hee, yep, sure I would to...



Catysmom: I hope you like this one to.



La Bibliographe: It does to. I got that from Will Smith actually; it’s a line in one of his songs. I LOVE it. But it does hold true for the Death Eaters. He is nasty isn’t he! But he is a Slytherin you don’t expect him to play fair do you? She certainly does... Yep, only he could do that, trademark Lucius. As for Draco he is being a teenager I suppose but Lucius won’t accept that as an excuse. As for Snape and what he is... well, I just like to think of them as a big brother and a little brother fancying the same girl... it happens! I think you’ll like this chapter. Oh, I suppose so.



Mary: Poor Hermione? Well, er... hmm. You might not feel so sorry for her after this chapter. What is a girl to do though?



Kira: Love triangles are my specialty. I suppose it is rather big isn’t it? It gets worse I can assure you of that. As for Draco... he’s cute and confused leave him alone.



Megan: Here’s the update.



Ophelia Immortal: I love Hermione, but then I would wouldn’t I? It is a terrible choice isn’t it...? Light vs Dark! I wouldn’t know... Anyhow here’s the update where the title suggests it all.



Dee Dee: Well, Lucius doesn’t really know love. I have a feeling his marriage to Narbitcha was arranged. Let’s just say ... hmm, perhaps if you read on. And I agree, with those two chasing me I’d definitely stray.



DB1: Thank you, and I hope you consider this one another great one to.



Gaps of Misery: Nope, no threesomes from me that is not my deal but I’ll forgive you if the Horny Severus caused that wicked thought to enter your head. Let me think... do I feel sorry for pushing Severus against Hermione... er, no – I do not have any guilty feelings or sleepless nights for it. Sorry; LOL! As for claiming Lucius behind her back?! Hee hee... you naughty opportunist you.



Anon: Of course I will. I am so pleased you like the story. I am enjoying writing it as a matter of fact. But then that maybe because I get to play with my favourite couples. Finally the muse led me to Ron/Pansy.



How Can It Get More Complicated



Hermione pushed Severus Snape away from her body. She glared at him. He just folded his arms along his chest and tilted his head to one side. His attitude irked her. She took her wand out of her pocket.



“Oh, that’s what it was,” he said conversationally.



“I am sure you’re pleased to see me, aren’t you?” she snarled holding her wand at arms length.



Severus chuckled darkly. “You’re no match for me!” He said silkily bringing his own wand out of his robes, he flicked it lazily in her direction and her wand flew into his hand.



“Give it back!”



“No,” he purred. “Hermione, what made you give your virginity to him?”



He looked at her; his dark eyes glittered like two stone jets set in a silver ring. She found her heart was in her throat. He continued gazing at her. He was waiting for an answer. The air hung heavy with her as yet unspoken words.



“I thought that – well – I guess I was impressed with his tenacity to hide out in the Forbidden Forest. And, there is another reason,” she sighed. “I guess I was flattered that he wanted to get close to me. Even if we are enemies I could appreciate him for being a good-looking man. I fell for his charm.”



“That’s all he is, Hermione,” Severus said warmly. “Charm. He can charm the birds off the trees as you well know.”



Hermione lowered her gaze to the floor. “And what is your reason?” she asked in a quiet voice.



“My reason?” Snape was put off-balance by that one question.



“Yes,” Hermione whispered. “Why are you so keen all of a sudden to get me out of my clothes?”



Severus roved his eyes up and down her body before he landed his gaze on her breasts. He licked his lips before matching his eyes to hers.



“Isn’t it rather obvious?” he began. “I am not like Lucius Malfoy. I will not sugar coat my intentions,” he smirked a little as he could imagine the response from what he was going to say next. “I am going to be absolutely candid with you, Hermione. You are attractive. You have grown more so the longer you’ve been here. You have flourished in full bloom since I left and have become a woman.” He stepped back up to her and kept his gaze fixed on her eyes. “I won’t bandy about with pretty words, Hermione, I think that you are an attractive woman but that makes this easier for me. Lucius is not the man for you – neither am I – but at least I am not promising you a life full of happiness and joy.”



Hermione raised an eyebrow. She admired his honesty at least. She liked the plain talk; she even felt her heart race the longer he spoke. It was clear that he had no intentions of being romantic with her.



“That’s honest,” she sighed. “But, Severus why are you trying to keep Lucius away from me?”



“I am trying to keep you away from Lucius,” Severus replied. “If I wasn’t here where would you be?”



“In the library studying,” she replied.



“Really?” Severus asked. Hermione turned her face away. Severus reached out and turned her face back towards him. “No, you would have gone to him.”



“So what!” she exclaimed. “I may not love Lucius but I know that I am not going to discount him as an option. And right this moment in time there aren’t very many of them!”



“Well,” Severus said flicking his wrist between the two of them. “Now you have someone else.”



Hermione’s eyes widened. “We’re naked!”



“Spot on,” Snape replied. He looked at her body and licked his lips. His eyes lit up as he noticed her breasts peaking with obvious lust. He dipped his head and before she knew it his mouth was wrapped around one of them. She moaned.



“Severus,” she panted as he nipped her flesh. She wrapped her hands around his head and grabbed onto his hair.



“Hmm,” he murmured as he flicked his tongue in and out of his mouth to lick her breast. It made her legs judder beneath her. “Do you like that, Hermione?”



“Yes,” she sighed. He wrapped his tongue around her other nipple. She smiled a little and sighed. She was scared to touch his skin and kept her hands in his hair.



“Don’t you want to explore my body, Hermione?” he asked.



“Hmm,” she said. “Well...”



“Right, I am going to walk over to your bed and lie down. The rest is up to you,” he said.



Hermione closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and watched him walk to her bed. She observed his powerful thighs as he flexed his legs to lie down. He gracefully opened the covers of her bed and climbed in. He allowed them to cover his erection only. She chewed the inside of her lips and shrugged her shoulders. She walked up to her bed and clambered in also. He turned on his side and looked at her profile. He was going to enjoy himself immensely.



“I want this, Hermione,” he said hungrily stroking aside her hair. Her skin burned where his fingers had stroked her. She turned her head and her lips landed on the side of his thumb.



“I can’t do this,” she murmured.



“Yes, you can,” he said.



He leant down and nuzzled her hair aside with his large nose before placing his lips on her throat. She threw her head back allowing him to explore her throat further with his mouth. She flung an arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her.



“Hmm, that’s nice,” she said.



“Thank you,” he replied. He broke away slightly to look into her honey eyes and he pulled her closer to him. He manoeuvred himself on top of her body and flung her legs apart. “You know how the ingredients of a potion can come to a boil?”



“Yes,” she said.



“I think I’ve stirred you long enough,” he replied. “I am warning you, Hermione, I haven’t had this for a long time. So, this may hurt a little.”



Hermione was taken aback at how wonderful and lean he was. He placed his hands by either side of her head and fisted the material of her mattress cover. His hair flopped over his brow and despite his threat of hurting her she laughed. He actually looked cute.



“I’m sorry,” she said when she saw his affronted expression. “It’s just that you don’t look scary with your hair flopping over like that.”



She reached up and tucked his hair behind his ears. He lowered his head and clamped his lips on hers. His tongue swirled inside her mouth and she responded by playing her sweet tongue against his. She wrapped her legs over his waist and shifted her body so that he could find a way inside her.



“You’re beautiful,” he panted.



He laid a trail of heavy, passionate kisses along her collarbone. He stopped and licked the valley between her breasts. He smiled as he mischievously snuggled his head between her breasts tickling her. She laughed; it fell down on his ears like a summer shower after a very hot day. He looked up and saw her relaxed and her face was red from laughter.



He squeezed her hips and she sighed. He shifted his body and his very erect penis found her nether mouth. He slipped inside her grunting with the effort. She threw her head back and grabbed fistfuls of greasy black hair. He slid down her causing her to sigh heavily. He smirked as he slammed into her. She screamed digging her nails into his scalp.



“Bloody hell, Severus!” she swore. “What do you think I am?”



“Wow,” he said. “I like it when you swear!”



“Don’t get used to it, I don’t like swearing!”



Severus smirked, and leant down to whisper in her ear:



“I happen to love it,” he nipped her lobe and continued nipping down the side of her throat.



She thrust upward. She slapped her warm nether mouth against his balls. He groaned.



“Oh, Hermione, that’s beautiful!”



“I want this, Severus,” she sighed.



His eyes gleamed wickedly. “I knew you would.”



He thrust into her stretching her love muscle. She smiled. He squeezed her waist this time. He rammed harder. She screamed again.



“Mia, oh Mia!” he exclaimed.



“Severus, oh Severus!” she hissed his name. He leaned his back up and flexed his hips down as he urged himself into her.



He stroked her hair from her face. She was beginning to perspire. He was starting to sweat. It was clinging onto the hairs of his chest. Hermione leaned her head up and started to twirl her tongue around one of his pale hard nipples.



“Yesss!” he hissed as he flexed his hips downwards to push harder into her. She was still ministering to his nipple when he slammed into her and his action caused her to bite his nipple. “Wench!” he exclaimed. “Oh, but that was good. Bite me again!”



Hermione looked up. She was uncertain. Lucius loved her slapping him, and now Severus Snape wanted her to bite him.



“You Slytherins are depraved aren’t you?” she asked.



He smirked. “Oh yes, depraved. Now, bite me, Witch!”



She shrugged her shoulders and complied with the raven-haired wizard’s wishes. She opened her mouth and clamped her teeth around his nipple. She tugged at the nipple causing Severus to swear as his manhood become turgid within her. He stroked the back of her head encouraging her to bite him. She nibbled it before letting go. He frowned. She smiled wickedly before opening her mouth and biting his nipple with such fierceness it forced him to cum before he was completely ready.



“Merlin! Did Lucius teach you that?”



“No, you asked me to bite you, so I did.”



“What did I do to you in a past life, Wench?”



Hermione chuckled dirtily. Severus eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at her. He was shocked to actually find himself caring for her. She smiled and unwrapped her legs.



“Nothing,” she said.



“What are you doing?”



“I felt you cum,” she said. “I thought you were finished.”



“I wasn’t ready,” he sulked. “That wasn’t fair you know. I didn’t even complete you!”



“I thought you didn’t really care about me?” she asked. “I’m sorry, Severus, but I do have lessons tomorrow morning.”



“What do you have?” he asked before nibbling her lobe again causing her to moan.



“Potions,” she replied huskily. “Charms.”



“Hmm,” he murmured. He cradled her head in his hand as she lowered her body back down on the mattress. “Now, my little Witch, I want to make you cum.”



Hermione smirked. She sat back as he kissed all over her body, displacing her sheets around her. Her chest rose and fell with passion with each and every light brush of his fingers, or every falling breath from his lips. He breathed on her vagina; it was still wet and warm from their last encounter. He smiled as her feminine scent reached his sensitive nostrils.



He touched her with his fingers, she bucked her hips forward, and he smiled about her reaction. This was basically an invitation. He nuzzled his nose in her folds to make her slicker than she already was. He wiped it on her stomach licking the spot afterwards. He slithered up her body. Immediately his wand went inside her sheath. She sighed as he slipped inside her once more.



“No need to touch me, Hermione,” he murmured. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”



He slithered out of her once more before ramming harder into her. He smiled as she rolled her head helplessly on the mattress curling her fingers within her palms.



“Mia!” Thrust! “Your so wet!” Ram! “So tight!” Slam!



“Severus!” she screamed. “Oh! Severus! Oh! Oh!”



“So, oh! Mia!”



“Sev-rus!” she hissed as her vagina clenched around his throbbing shaft. He spilled his seed inside her. Shouting her name in ecstasy as her final thrust collided with his balls.



He collapsed on top of her panting. She began playing about with his hair. She had never felt so alive. When he recovered he climbed off her body, and she moaned with discontent.



“I’ll be back for more,” he said. “Trust me!”



He picked up his wand and charmed himself clean, he then whipped his wand in the air and his clothes rearranged themselves on his body. Hermione sighed as she watched him leave the room.



~*~*~



Ron looked around the corridor and gulped. He straightened his robes around his neck before he walked into the room. Pansy was already in there reclining on a sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when she saw Ron walk in.



“I’d almost given up,” she said huskily. “I had to start the wine without you.”



“Sorry, I wasn’t sure,” Ron said. Pansy chuckled. She got up and slunk over Ron’s way.



“Pansy,” Ron said. “Do you want people to know about us?”



“Not yet, no,” Pansy sighed. “Why?”



“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should tell at least one person we like and trust.”



“Ron!” she laughed reaching up to muss his hair. “This is just for a laugh. Don’t take it too seriously.”



“It is?” Ron asked.



“Yes,” she said. “Are you going to stand there gawping like an idiot or are you going to do something.”



She took her arm down and kept it down her side as she contemplated him. He really was old fashioned with his attitude. She did find that rather endearing. She never had anyone that cared about her, not even her parents were worried about what she was doing at school. She could almost understand why Brown wanted to keep her tentative hold on him. Pansy tipped her head to one side.



“You’re very pretty, you see,” Ron began. “I think that maybe I do fancy you after all. You’ve got lovely eyes.”



Pansy giggled. She turned around and walked over to the sofa. She looked over at Ron.



“Well, are you going to be standing there all evening or do I have to please myself?”



Ron shrugged his shoulders. “Please yourself!” he said rather innocently.



“Suit yourself,” Pansy said shrugging her shoulders. She shed the robe from her body and flung it carelessly on the floor.



She was wearing a black lacy corset and a pair of black fishnet stockings held up by a pair of suspenders. Ron looked down to her feet and his eyes widened at the pair of red stilettos she was wearing.



Pansy slunk towards a nearby chaise lounge and threw her head back and stroked down her body. Ron watched not sure what to do. She bent her knees and spread her legs apart and stroked the now exposed curls of her pubic triangle. Ron shifted his weight from foot to foot as she began to moan with pleasure.



The fire’s light blazed on her adding that air of sensuality to the scene. Ron tried to focus on other things but his eyes were glazing over and he was getting lost in Pansy’s mesmerizing hand movements as she touched and stroked all over her body.



“Oh, RONALD!” she screamed. Her legs juddered and Ron felt his trousers tent.



She said his name in ecstasy. Ron got very hot, very quickly, and he began to shed his clothes off at an alarming speed that probably would be more useful to his mother with the washing up. He strode up to her and took her knees in his hands and spread them further apart.



He lowered his body down on hers and slid his penis inside her very wet entrance.



“Wow, Ron, despite your attitude in class you learn quick!”



“I only learn quickly at things I want to learn quickly in,” Ron replied. He flexed his lower back muscles and slipped out of her only to ram harder into her again.



“Oh, Ron!” she sighed. “WOW!”



~*~*~



Severus was walking down another corridor of Hogwarts to the Guest Quarters. He was almost whistling with sheer delight. That little chit was so easy to seduce. He had always wanted to rut the Head Girl in the Head Girls Chambers; it was a small victory then that she happened to be a Muggleborn, and in Gryffindor. It was sort of a one in the eye for Black. Black had never rutted the Head Girl as far as Snape knew.



He was about to walk in the door when he felt a spell hit his head. The next minute he knew he was lying on the bed and had a mother and father of a headache. He groaned and he turned around.



“Awake?” a cold voice hissed.



“Lucius?” Severus asked in a weak voice.



“I heard everything ,” Lucius said in a barely controlled voice.



“Really?” Severus asked.



“Yes,” he replied. “What do you mean by this statement: I am here to rescue the pretty damsel from the evil Lord of the Manor?”



“She’s too good for you!”



“And what does that make her for you, Severus?” Lucius snarled.



“I have no pretensions about myself,” Severus replied. “You, on the other hand, have a dossier full of them!”



“I heard you rutting her!”



Severus smirked slightly. “You heard how she moaned my name? Wonderful.”



“You stay away from her, Snape, I’m warning you. I will not tolerate any rivals.”



“Hmm,” Severus replied. “Didn’t seem to bother you when it was Narcissa I was sleeping with.”



“I didn’t like being married to Narcissa that’s why,” Lucius said. “I do, however, like the idea of being married to Hermione. I mean it, stay away from her!”



“I don’t think I can now,” Severus said, his trademark sneer plastered across his face. “She’s quite energetic isn’t she?”



Lucius was shaking with indignant rage. “She’s mine, Severus.”



“Ah, well, that’s the point isn’t it?” Severus said smartly. “I don’t think it’s fair not to give a young woman choice. You cannot mark her as territory like you’re a common or garden animal peeing on her. You’ve got to let her make an intelligent decision. All I merely did was make her realise that.”



“Before you turned up I just convinced her to marry me!”



Severus chuckled. “Oh dear,” he said. “Have I ruffled your tidy plans? So sorry to put a crinkle in your otherwise smooth sheet of life.”



“What?” Lucius asked. He hated when Snape tried to talk clever.



“I was being metaphorical. Hermione would have understood the joke, she’s not stupid, although,” he sighed. “She must be to want to sleep with you.”



Lucius flew at Snape in a fit of rage and pinned him to the mattress. “I hate you, Snape! I hate you! You are an abomination of humankind and I am surprised you managed to succeed with her. If I see you near her I won’t be held responsible for my actions!”



Snape kicked the blond man off him and sat up. “Like I said, Lucius, why don’t we let her choose?”



Lucius snarled, whipped his cloak around his legs and left the room. Severus lay back on the bed and sighed. Perhaps he should up the stakes. She had proved herself to be a worthy bed partner if nothing else.



~*~*~



Hermione sat on her allotted space on her Potion’s bench. Everyone was eyeing Draco Malfoy with suspicion, especially at Harry’s insistence to be partnered up with him. Draco rolled his eyes at the tittering going on around the room. No one saw Slughorn. Harry was keeping an eye on the door. He had an ever-growing dread at who was going to walk through that door.



Ron looked over at Pansy the other side of the room. She caught his eye and winked at him. The action did not go unnoticed by Draco Malfoy who just shook his head. It didn’t take that slut long to end up in Weasley’s pants it seemed. Draco landed his gaze on the back of Granger’s bushy head. He loved the deep brown colour. He caught flecks of red and gold in her hair. She was perfect for the house she was in. He couldn’t help but catch a whiff of her perfume.



How could he get her attention without it looking like he was trying to grab her attention?



“Hey, Granger?” he whispered. It was meant to be a practise run through.



“Yes, Malfoy?” she asked turning around. He was surprised there was no malice in her voice.



“Er,” Draco said stumped.



Hermione shrugged her shoulders. Harry laughed.



“You could have said, ‘nice hair’, or something,” Harry said.



Draco narrowed his eyes at his lifetime nemesis. “Shut up!”



Harry decided not to go much further with this, he couldn’t anyway as the door opened and his worst fear was realised.



Snape was back teaching Potions! The whole school had read in their editions of the Daily Prophet the big headline that practically screamed:



MURDERER VINDICATED! DUMBLEDORE’S DEATH WAS NO MURDER!



A lot of the school were still very wary but it was strange that Harry had mentioned things in Snape’s defence in that report. The girls at any rate were prepared to suspend judgement.



It wasn’t him that caused the buzz so much as what he was wearing. Pansy’s jaw was on the floor. Hannah Abbott looked across at Padma Patil and they smirked a little. His hair was up in a ponytail washed and clean. He was wearing black tight trousers made of dragon skin and matching boots. He was also wearing a black silk shirt that was half undone with a silver dragon pendant hanging down his neck with an earring in one ear. Even Harry had to admit that he looked cool.



Hermione, though, was not looking at anyone except him. He walked up to the front of the class and crossed his arms across his chest. He looked around at everyone in the class. He sighed. He eventually found her eyes and decided to wink at her. She blushed hoping no one noticed. Someone did notice.



“What’s going on?” she heard Draco whisper from behind her.



“Don’t know,” Harry answered shrugging his shoulders. Whatever it was it concerned his friend in a big way.



Of all the questions Hermione had pounding round in her brain there was one that overshadowed them all: How could life get any more complicated?



A/N – Wow. Let’s sit back and review the important information: Lucius is rich, sexy, rich, hot, rich, and did I mention he’s got pots of money? Severus is sexy, intelligent, sexy, sneaky, sexy, cunning, and did I mention he’s gorgeous? Ha! So, now Snape is definitely back and kicking bottom (not Neville’s!) In all over black but remodelled and did I really write Snape winking? Phew... I don’t know about you girls but the image of Snape in tight black trousers and boots makes me want a cold shower! I hope you loved that chapter!