On a Hot Summer Night

This was new. And unexpected. He had known that Hermione would have changed from his previous knowledge of her as a student. But the bloodthirsty vampire before him made him wonder how much the little witch had changed. Although he had had a glimpse into her mind when he was feeding from her all those years ago, little was different than what he thought about her. She was ambitious and clever; would have made a good Slytherin. But her Gryffindor heart shone through.

There was also the one scene that played out in his head on nights that were cold, while holding a glass of blood in his hand staring into the fireplace. The one memory he wished sometimes he didn't get. Of course, anyone normal would have loved to have it. It was a fantasy itself. Severus was far from normal. He wanted to live a life of solitude. But this memory is what kept hope in his heart some nights.

She was tucking in for bed that night. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts; having no curfew due to her Prefect duties was handy sometimes. She was just on rounds, making sure that there were no students lurking in the halls. An ordinary night. Laying in her bed, drawing the curtains around her and performing a few spells to lock them and soundproof the area, she thought about how much of a fool Ron was. He was gallivanting with Lavender, someone she thought would at least have some respect towards her. Guess not. Ron had been her friend since first year. And although they had their falling out every now and again, they were still the best of friends. Besides, Harry would always be a mediator between them.

Most people thought that she and Ron would make the perfect couple. But she had her eye on someone that she would never understand or talk to outside of the classroom. Snape. It was foolish. It was a school girl crush. Silly of her to think it could go any further. Her hand always reached a bit higher in his class though. Just to be noticed. Just for the attention. No one noticed though. At least no one she wanted to.

Her past experience with the opposite sex showed her that they were all imbeciles. All someone like Viktor Krum wanted was sex. And when she refused, and claimed the choice as her own, he lost interest in her. She was again alone, with waning self-esteem. Ronald always liked her. That wasn't the issue. Ron was just as sex-crazed. She wouldn't be surprised if he had already knocked up little Lavender. He would never love her as much as she wanted to love him sometimes.

Ron wasn't the object of all of her affection. Her mind wandered back to Snape. Why did she have such a taking to such a hated man. Most of the students despised him, and the ones that didn't just feared him. Neville was a perfect example of that. Hermione shook her head and turned on her side, staring at the shut curtain, watching it blow gently in the wind. At some point these thoughts were too overwhelming. She changed position again; restless and anxious.

Sitting straight up in the bed, she decided that she needed to do something about this. Snape was plaguing her thoughts. Her mind was ravaged with ideas and fantasies. Looking down at her bed sheets, all she wanted to do was end the insanity in her head. Then the idea clicked inside of her head. Hermione was definitely a genius.

Fumbling in the dark to find her wand on the table beside her bed, she layed flat on her back. Finding her wand, she stared at it solemnly. Regardless of her previous qualms with sex enhancing spells, she did know them. Reading had its quirks. Saying the spell quickly in a hushed voice (even though her bed was sound proofed) her wand became a whore's fantasy. Her wand transfigured into a phallic shaped object. A dildo by muggle terms. The shape reminded her of sex education in primary school. At this point she needed no education. She was familiar with this spell. All too well.

A flick of the 'wand' created a small hum that sent shivers down her spine. All she had to do was close her eyes, and enjoy. But for some reason, release wasn't coming as easily to her this night. Another flick and she was met by the silence of the dormitory. Shutting her eyes, she envisioned Snape lowering himself on top of her just to kiss her forehead; telling her everything was all right. It made the Hermione laying in the Gryffindor Tower smile. Just that small bit of affection was enough to drive her mad. Quickly positioning herself, she flicked her 'wand' again to turn it on and gently massaged it on her clit; forcing it to create wetness only Snape could bring her.

She plunged the dildo into her folds, passing her already broken hymen. Broken by no man however. Only by imagination fueled desires. It was a familiar rhythm by now. And as her body rose to a climax, she felt her mind slip deep into what would in reality be forbidden territory. Images of her potion's professor pounding her deep, fast, and hard flooded her mind. It seemed to work like a movie, with ever changing scenes. Her own naked and sweaty body riding the older wizard to nirvana. Hermione's hands worked faster; one pumping the dildo into her deliciously wet pussy, while the other teased her body as another person might: pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, caressing her ass.

Orgasm came without warning, and her entire body was clinched in suspense and wonder. Her ever working mind went blank, only for a few seconds, and as her body acclimated to resolution, her breathing stabilized and all she could think of was Snape lying next to her, equally as exhausted.

Recovering from this memory, Severus looked to Hermione and the one wayward drop of blood ran down her neck. He had such an urge to run up to her and lick it, perhaps even biting into her neck for a small taste. He restrained himself however. Besides, he had to look as if he was in charge. Of both the situation and his emotions. Despite looking like 25, he couldn't always just act like it.

"Nice kill. I have to say that I'm impressed. You've got a bit of...uh..."

He pointed on his own neck where the blood drop was falling. Luckily she was wearing black and red already, so if it fell on her outfit, the stain wouldn't be as obvious. Hermione, snapping back to herself and leaving the vampiric nature behind, rubbed at the drop with her finger, stopping it from existing. She popped her finger in her mouth subconsciously, savoring the flavor of the blood. Severus watched her, like a cat stalking its prey, then turned around to watch the crowds.

"You don't expect me to just watch you have all the fun without a meal myself, do you?"

For the first time, Hermione looked up at him with curiosity. She was seeing a side of Severus she had only thought existed in her dreams. He was playing coy; hard to get almost. It only increased her attraction for the fellow vampire. She walked closer to him, her hand resting on his slightly muscular arm and looked up at him again as before.

"Perhaps. But what do you have in mind?"

The small touch was like static to him, and his first instinct was to recoil. He let her have the intimate moment however. Knowing him, he would fuck it up anyway. Looking at the young vamp, he noticed her playful mood, and decided to let her play. Though not with him.

"Go and find me a kill. Read minds, ask questions, try more mind tricks if you dare. Do whatever you want. I'll kill them, no questions asked. So if they are innocent, that blood is on your hands."

Hermione pouted a bit towards him, then walked casually into the crowds, anxious to please Severus. He leaned against the wall near their hiding spot, waiting for her.

It seemed to him to take hours, however she was only gone minutes. From her training with Severus, and her self-training, she had gotten so good at mind reading that it came how like second nature. The only thing she wished now was that she could read Severus' mind, although that would never be possible. The person that she brought back was a woman in her 50s. The two of them were talking when Severus noticed them, and he raised one eyebrow questioningly towards Hermione. She ignored it, and allowed the woman to meet Severus.

"My name is Juliet. Hermione here told me all about you, and how you can see the future. See, my husband's been cheating on me and I would just love to know how his new relationship turns out..."

Juliet kept talking, while Severus' jaw dropped several spaces on the shock factor. Not so far down to make it obvious. Hermione noticed though. She had seen this woman's mind, but was unable to use the mind gift to essentially hypnotize her. She made up a whole story and let Juliet fill in the gaps as necessary. The older woman was ignorant enough. Severus picked up on that, and silenced her with his mind gift. He just couldn't stand her jabbering.

"This is my victim? Hermione..."

Before he could utter another sound, she had already put a finger to her own lips. He shut up for her, and Hermione simply walked off a few paces to observe the kill. Severus physically shrugged his shoulders, more for Hermione's state of mind; to indicate that he didn't care. He then did something he always did. He bit into Juliet's earlobe.

The woman did not shriek as anyone normally would, but that was Severus' doing. A few drops of blood came leaking out, and Severus tasted the familiar flavor. After all, he did not have a meal that didn't taste good. Satisfied with the human, he buried his head into her neck, going for the jugular as they say. The blood rushed into his mouth, and he swallowed fast. He was a quick killer, not wasting time on savoring every last drop. As Juliet's heart rate plummeted, he pulled away, his chin and mouth covered in blood. The woman was still alive, but dieing quickly. He healed the wounds on her neck and unceremoniously dumped the body into the East River, but not before pulling a bit of her shirt off to wipe his face with. Cleaned and refreshed, he walked over to Hermione. Before she could react to such a brutal kill, he lifted her up by her hips and kissed her square on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth and biting his own tongue to release the mixed blood of Juliet and Severus.


[AN]Whew. That took a lot. This is my first time doing something like this, so be kind. Or give constructive critisism. Thanks for reveiws! I am trying to write longer chaps, but it just isn't my style. Sorry.[/AN]