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Ch 11 Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
CH 11 HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME
Thanks at the bottom!!
Zephyr is a goddess!!
It all belongs to J.K and a bunch of other people!!
It’s all gone pear shaped!!
“You don\'t know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You\'re a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star
Oh no, don\'t be shy
You don\'t have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me”
-Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me, U2
Hermione had been teaching Potions classes for five days and with patrolling every night, she was exhausted.
Dumbledore had been keeping her updated on Snape’s recovery as she was too confused about what had happened between them, to go and see him for herself. She knew he had been practically delirious when she had found him, yet she couldn\'t stop thinking about the way he had looked at her before he passed out.
She had dismissed the last class of the day a few hours before and was sitting in the office getting all the marking done, as she wanted to concentrate on patrolling the grounds with her team this weekend.
She leaned back in the chair until it was resting on its two back legs and ran a hand over her face, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She started to think back to her sixth year here. When they were friends, before her life had come crashing down around her.
(They were sitting in his office, waiting for the Wolfsbane potion to cool enough to add the last the last ingredient, drinking tea.
\"Have you given any thought to what you would like to do when you finish your education, Hermione?\" said Severus, putting down his cup and looking at her.
He had started calling her by her first name a couple of weeks before and it gave her a small thrill every time he did.
\"Yes professor, I have. I am surprised you had to ask, knowing what I am like with my studies,\" she gave him a small smile and he nodded at her.
\"And, what options have you come up with?\"
\"Well, I have given it quite a lot of thought and I have decided that, one day, I would love to come back here and teach.\" She looked down at her hands. She was quite nervous about telling him this. Their relationship had become quite comfortable, but she was still very aware of how scathing he could be and didn’t want to hear him scoffing at her idea.
\"I think, Hermione, that you have all the makings of a quite satisfactory teacher, providing of course that you don’t let your friends lead you away from your studies in the next year and a half. If, and only if, you receive an ‘outstanding’ N.E.W.T, I will give you a reference for the University of your choice.\"
It wasn’t much as compliments go, but Hermione felt as though she had never received such praise before.
\"Thank you professor,\" she said, beaming at him.
\"Yes, well, I believe that we can continue with the potion now.\" He said, standing and moving to the now cool cauldron. They finished the potion and went their separate ways.)
Six months after that conversation, her parents had been killed, and everything she thought she knew in her life was turned upside down.
She wondered what she would be doing now if things had turned out differently. She felt a presence in the room and opened her eyes. Severus was standing in doorway to the office, arms folded.
Her chair came down with a bang as their eyes met.
For the first time in three years she didn’t know what to do or how to act.
(Does he remember what happened outside? Does he know that he made me feel something besides anger for the first time since my parents died? Does he know that I still hate him? Does he care?) The thoughts were racing through her mind.
She carefully arranged her face into a blank mask and folded her arms to mimic his own, putting the ball in his court.
Severus had been watching her marking for about five minutes. Madam Pomfrey had just given him a clean bill of health. He was anxious to get back to work.
He hadn’t expected her to still be there, and was quite annoyed to find her sitting, no, lounging in his chair,
(Why does she have to wear such a lot of make up just to teach? Why has she got that blank look on her face? Why am I getting so angry with her already? And why does it feel like I’ve been dreaming about her?) Severus’ own thoughts were ricocheting off his skull like an errant snitch.
She looked like she was waiting for him to say something. At that moment the bell rang through the castle, signalling dinner.
\"You may leave Miss Granger. I have a lot of work to do and I need to check what you have been teaching my students. Good evening.\"
He opened the door to the storeroom, but turned back when she began to speak.
Her face didn’t change, but her tone was icy.
\"I will leave when I have finished Professor Snape. Contrary to popular belief, I also have a lot of work to do. As for what I have been teaching your students; ‘you’ set the lesson plans. So, if there is a problem I’m quite sure that the fault lies with you, not me. I will inform you when I have finished.\" With that she picked up the reference book she was working on and turned her back on him.
Severus felt a blind fury rising in him; how dare she tell him what to do in his own classroom, especially after what he had just been through because of her.
\"You fucking ungrateful bitch.\" He spat slamming the storeroom door shut so hard that a large crack appeared through the middle of it.
She jumped up, hands on the desk. Her face showing clearly how angry she was.
\"I’m ungrateful! You selfish, arrogant... I knew this was a mistake, right from the start. You are, and have always been a spiteful, mean, cold hearted bastard. Are you sure that you haven’t gone back to join Voldemort for real? Because I’m sure that is all you are actually good for.\"
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she knew she had gone too far, but the tension had been building between them for long enough. She was determined to have it out with him. He flew around the desk and grabbed her roughly by the arms shoving her against it, knocking all her papers to the floor.
\"I’ve warned you enough times Hermione, about pushing your luck with me.
Are you trying to make me snap? Make me completely lose it with you? Because let me tell you I am very close to breaking point now. You do not want me to unleash on you, despite how tough you think you are.\"
She looked into his eyes and said in a low voice, \"Bring it on, arsehole\"
His temper snapped and he grabbed her long plait wrapping it around his hand yanking her head back. His other hand grabbed her by the throat and as it did, she gave him a small smile.
All the air went out of the room as he realized where he had seen that smile before.
His Angel.
She had saved him in the grounds. She had smiled at him and been glad to see him. She had brought him back up to the castle.
He brought his mouth down on hers, in a crushing kiss, still holding her by her hair and throat. He ran his tongue along her lips, to gain access. He tasted blood, where he had cut her lip. Her mouth opened to him and as their tongues duelled, their bodies responded to the raw lust in the other.
Her arms came up to wrap themselves around his neck, running her fingers through his soft hair and grabbing a handful, pulled his head closer to her.
They were so close she could feel every part of his body pressing against hers, hard and needy. She worked one of her legs between his and rubbed her thigh against the hardness in his trousers. She felt, rather than heard him moan into her mouth and smiled into the kiss.
His dark side had started to emerge as he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled her backwards onto the desk, grinding himself against her body. He could feel her body, soft and hard at the same time; his arousal for her was becoming unbearable. He was going to take her, here and now.
He lifted her long skirt and trailed his hands up the inside of her legs to her thighs, which he gripped hard making her moan out loud.
Her moan brought him out of his trance-like state and he suddenly realized what he was doing and to whom.
’Oh gods, this is dangerous on so many levels. You have to turn it around, And Now. Tell her what you know about her. That ought to do it. It is going to hurt her, but not as much as you would in the long run. She‘s probably going to kill you either way.’
\"So it‘s true then.\" He said silkily, biting her bottom lip and kissing his way down to her throat, \"I heard that your talent for capturing and killing deatheaters is rivalled only by your talenr for bedding them first.\"
She smiled sweetly at him, though her insides had gone from trembling with lust to tightening with anger, betrayal and disgust.
\"Oh, I think it is you who is forgetting yourself now Severus, and seriously underestimating me.\" And with that, she jerked her knee upwards into his groin, causing him to double up in pain. \"If that‘s who you think I am, So be it” she spat.
When he raised his head to look at her she punched him in the face. He staggered backwards, slammed into the storeroom door, causing it to completely splinter so he fell straight through it. His hands came up to cover his nose, which was pouring with blood.
\"I saved your life, arsehole, and this is how you repay me. What the hell were you thinking?\" She yelled at him, all previous feelings and reason leaving her as she stalked nearer.
He regrouped himself enough to pull his wand and mutter under his breath, \"musca strepitas\". She flew across the room and crashed into the bookshelf behind his desk.
He stalked over to where she was slumped in the corner, trying to get herself up. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
\"I have saved your life too, you spoiled brat. Unlike you, who just happened to come across me, I did it at actual risk to myself. As to, what was I thinking, I just thought maybe if you got what you had been looking for all this time, got fucked good and proper for once in your life, you would stop being such a complete bitch.\"
\"That’s what you think this is about?\" She snarled at him.
She shoved him away from her hard and walked around him. They were circling each other like predators, both covered in cuts and bruises, both bleeding. They both drew their wands at the same time when the office door flew open and a booming voice said, \"Expelliarmus!\"
The wands flew out of their hands and into Albus Dumbledore’s. He was looking at them with a silent fury.
Close behind him was Minerva, casting privacy charms to stop the rather large crowd of students that had gathered from seeing anything.
\"You will both go to my office.\" The Headmaster said with barely controlled emotion, walking to the fireplace and throwing in a handful of floo powder from the jar on the mantelpiece.
He turned back to them. \"NOW!!\"
~*~*~
O.K my babies, Here goes:
Zephyr : You are superb, and as I said before, a Goddess
Rilla : Not just yet, but I hope you hang around for when he does!!
Deb: Was that pear shaped enough for you? Hope you liked!!
Shem : “Bad, Bad girl” It’s my turn for Sev, and the Vodka!! I’ll let you off because you reviewed in the end! How was this Chapter? Not quite WW3, I know, more like a little mini war, but I hope you liked it anyway!!
Louise : Here you are!!
PotionsMistressM : Thank you my darling. And I do mean it. I would have stopped about 7 chapters ago without the wonderful reviews I have received. Please keep em coming!!
Nesscafe : O.K I’ll take the blame. But if I can’t get my big head out of my computer room door, on your head be it!
Cookie : He knows it was her now!! I am so glad you liked it. I love to play with their emotions (Grins evilly)
JC : I’m glad you like it. Here’s the thing though, If the chapters were longer it would take me longer to update!! *smile*
Sophie : Your English is wonderful. I would never have guessed it wasn’t your native tongue. The song titles are one of my favourite bits as well and when I bought Dido’s new album, I just had to include this fantastic song. Glad you like it!
Slytheringriffindor : Sorry mate, vulnerable Snape has run off again, but he will return!!
Just to reiterate my point (For the ten thousandth time!!)
I love you all!!
Please, please, please keep reading and reviewing. I have the flu and feel like shit on a stick (Cue violins) and I know your reviews will make me feel all better!!
Kisses
GrrArrg
Thanks at the bottom!!
Zephyr is a goddess!!
It all belongs to J.K and a bunch of other people!!
It’s all gone pear shaped!!
“You don\'t know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You\'re a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star
Oh no, don\'t be shy
You don\'t have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me”
-Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me, U2
Hermione had been teaching Potions classes for five days and with patrolling every night, she was exhausted.
Dumbledore had been keeping her updated on Snape’s recovery as she was too confused about what had happened between them, to go and see him for herself. She knew he had been practically delirious when she had found him, yet she couldn\'t stop thinking about the way he had looked at her before he passed out.
She had dismissed the last class of the day a few hours before and was sitting in the office getting all the marking done, as she wanted to concentrate on patrolling the grounds with her team this weekend.
She leaned back in the chair until it was resting on its two back legs and ran a hand over her face, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She started to think back to her sixth year here. When they were friends, before her life had come crashing down around her.
(They were sitting in his office, waiting for the Wolfsbane potion to cool enough to add the last the last ingredient, drinking tea.
\"Have you given any thought to what you would like to do when you finish your education, Hermione?\" said Severus, putting down his cup and looking at her.
He had started calling her by her first name a couple of weeks before and it gave her a small thrill every time he did.
\"Yes professor, I have. I am surprised you had to ask, knowing what I am like with my studies,\" she gave him a small smile and he nodded at her.
\"And, what options have you come up with?\"
\"Well, I have given it quite a lot of thought and I have decided that, one day, I would love to come back here and teach.\" She looked down at her hands. She was quite nervous about telling him this. Their relationship had become quite comfortable, but she was still very aware of how scathing he could be and didn’t want to hear him scoffing at her idea.
\"I think, Hermione, that you have all the makings of a quite satisfactory teacher, providing of course that you don’t let your friends lead you away from your studies in the next year and a half. If, and only if, you receive an ‘outstanding’ N.E.W.T, I will give you a reference for the University of your choice.\"
It wasn’t much as compliments go, but Hermione felt as though she had never received such praise before.
\"Thank you professor,\" she said, beaming at him.
\"Yes, well, I believe that we can continue with the potion now.\" He said, standing and moving to the now cool cauldron. They finished the potion and went their separate ways.)
Six months after that conversation, her parents had been killed, and everything she thought she knew in her life was turned upside down.
She wondered what she would be doing now if things had turned out differently. She felt a presence in the room and opened her eyes. Severus was standing in doorway to the office, arms folded.
Her chair came down with a bang as their eyes met.
For the first time in three years she didn’t know what to do or how to act.
(Does he remember what happened outside? Does he know that he made me feel something besides anger for the first time since my parents died? Does he know that I still hate him? Does he care?) The thoughts were racing through her mind.
She carefully arranged her face into a blank mask and folded her arms to mimic his own, putting the ball in his court.
Severus had been watching her marking for about five minutes. Madam Pomfrey had just given him a clean bill of health. He was anxious to get back to work.
He hadn’t expected her to still be there, and was quite annoyed to find her sitting, no, lounging in his chair,
(Why does she have to wear such a lot of make up just to teach? Why has she got that blank look on her face? Why am I getting so angry with her already? And why does it feel like I’ve been dreaming about her?) Severus’ own thoughts were ricocheting off his skull like an errant snitch.
She looked like she was waiting for him to say something. At that moment the bell rang through the castle, signalling dinner.
\"You may leave Miss Granger. I have a lot of work to do and I need to check what you have been teaching my students. Good evening.\"
He opened the door to the storeroom, but turned back when she began to speak.
Her face didn’t change, but her tone was icy.
\"I will leave when I have finished Professor Snape. Contrary to popular belief, I also have a lot of work to do. As for what I have been teaching your students; ‘you’ set the lesson plans. So, if there is a problem I’m quite sure that the fault lies with you, not me. I will inform you when I have finished.\" With that she picked up the reference book she was working on and turned her back on him.
Severus felt a blind fury rising in him; how dare she tell him what to do in his own classroom, especially after what he had just been through because of her.
\"You fucking ungrateful bitch.\" He spat slamming the storeroom door shut so hard that a large crack appeared through the middle of it.
She jumped up, hands on the desk. Her face showing clearly how angry she was.
\"I’m ungrateful! You selfish, arrogant... I knew this was a mistake, right from the start. You are, and have always been a spiteful, mean, cold hearted bastard. Are you sure that you haven’t gone back to join Voldemort for real? Because I’m sure that is all you are actually good for.\"
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she knew she had gone too far, but the tension had been building between them for long enough. She was determined to have it out with him. He flew around the desk and grabbed her roughly by the arms shoving her against it, knocking all her papers to the floor.
\"I’ve warned you enough times Hermione, about pushing your luck with me.
Are you trying to make me snap? Make me completely lose it with you? Because let me tell you I am very close to breaking point now. You do not want me to unleash on you, despite how tough you think you are.\"
She looked into his eyes and said in a low voice, \"Bring it on, arsehole\"
His temper snapped and he grabbed her long plait wrapping it around his hand yanking her head back. His other hand grabbed her by the throat and as it did, she gave him a small smile.
All the air went out of the room as he realized where he had seen that smile before.
His Angel.
She had saved him in the grounds. She had smiled at him and been glad to see him. She had brought him back up to the castle.
He brought his mouth down on hers, in a crushing kiss, still holding her by her hair and throat. He ran his tongue along her lips, to gain access. He tasted blood, where he had cut her lip. Her mouth opened to him and as their tongues duelled, their bodies responded to the raw lust in the other.
Her arms came up to wrap themselves around his neck, running her fingers through his soft hair and grabbing a handful, pulled his head closer to her.
They were so close she could feel every part of his body pressing against hers, hard and needy. She worked one of her legs between his and rubbed her thigh against the hardness in his trousers. She felt, rather than heard him moan into her mouth and smiled into the kiss.
His dark side had started to emerge as he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled her backwards onto the desk, grinding himself against her body. He could feel her body, soft and hard at the same time; his arousal for her was becoming unbearable. He was going to take her, here and now.
He lifted her long skirt and trailed his hands up the inside of her legs to her thighs, which he gripped hard making her moan out loud.
Her moan brought him out of his trance-like state and he suddenly realized what he was doing and to whom.
’Oh gods, this is dangerous on so many levels. You have to turn it around, And Now. Tell her what you know about her. That ought to do it. It is going to hurt her, but not as much as you would in the long run. She‘s probably going to kill you either way.’
\"So it‘s true then.\" He said silkily, biting her bottom lip and kissing his way down to her throat, \"I heard that your talent for capturing and killing deatheaters is rivalled only by your talenr for bedding them first.\"
She smiled sweetly at him, though her insides had gone from trembling with lust to tightening with anger, betrayal and disgust.
\"Oh, I think it is you who is forgetting yourself now Severus, and seriously underestimating me.\" And with that, she jerked her knee upwards into his groin, causing him to double up in pain. \"If that‘s who you think I am, So be it” she spat.
When he raised his head to look at her she punched him in the face. He staggered backwards, slammed into the storeroom door, causing it to completely splinter so he fell straight through it. His hands came up to cover his nose, which was pouring with blood.
\"I saved your life, arsehole, and this is how you repay me. What the hell were you thinking?\" She yelled at him, all previous feelings and reason leaving her as she stalked nearer.
He regrouped himself enough to pull his wand and mutter under his breath, \"musca strepitas\". She flew across the room and crashed into the bookshelf behind his desk.
He stalked over to where she was slumped in the corner, trying to get herself up. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
\"I have saved your life too, you spoiled brat. Unlike you, who just happened to come across me, I did it at actual risk to myself. As to, what was I thinking, I just thought maybe if you got what you had been looking for all this time, got fucked good and proper for once in your life, you would stop being such a complete bitch.\"
\"That’s what you think this is about?\" She snarled at him.
She shoved him away from her hard and walked around him. They were circling each other like predators, both covered in cuts and bruises, both bleeding. They both drew their wands at the same time when the office door flew open and a booming voice said, \"Expelliarmus!\"
The wands flew out of their hands and into Albus Dumbledore’s. He was looking at them with a silent fury.
Close behind him was Minerva, casting privacy charms to stop the rather large crowd of students that had gathered from seeing anything.
\"You will both go to my office.\" The Headmaster said with barely controlled emotion, walking to the fireplace and throwing in a handful of floo powder from the jar on the mantelpiece.
He turned back to them. \"NOW!!\"
~*~*~
O.K my babies, Here goes:
Zephyr : You are superb, and as I said before, a Goddess
Rilla : Not just yet, but I hope you hang around for when he does!!
Deb: Was that pear shaped enough for you? Hope you liked!!
Shem : “Bad, Bad girl” It’s my turn for Sev, and the Vodka!! I’ll let you off because you reviewed in the end! How was this Chapter? Not quite WW3, I know, more like a little mini war, but I hope you liked it anyway!!
Louise : Here you are!!
PotionsMistressM : Thank you my darling. And I do mean it. I would have stopped about 7 chapters ago without the wonderful reviews I have received. Please keep em coming!!
Nesscafe : O.K I’ll take the blame. But if I can’t get my big head out of my computer room door, on your head be it!
Cookie : He knows it was her now!! I am so glad you liked it. I love to play with their emotions (Grins evilly)
JC : I’m glad you like it. Here’s the thing though, If the chapters were longer it would take me longer to update!! *smile*
Sophie : Your English is wonderful. I would never have guessed it wasn’t your native tongue. The song titles are one of my favourite bits as well and when I bought Dido’s new album, I just had to include this fantastic song. Glad you like it!
Slytheringriffindor : Sorry mate, vulnerable Snape has run off again, but he will return!!
Just to reiterate my point (For the ten thousandth time!!)
I love you all!!
Please, please, please keep reading and reviewing. I have the flu and feel like shit on a stick (Cue violins) and I know your reviews will make me feel all better!!
Kisses
GrrArrg