Surprisingly, She Didn\'t

Status: Work in Progress

Rating: NC-17 for later chapters

Warnings: Adult situations, some language, sexual situations,list may change as story progresses.

Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke.

Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I'm only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea.

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Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she waited for him. What was happening here? Who could be coming? Was he in danger, was she in danger? What could she do if someone came in here after her? She had to have faith in Severus. He had admitted to being a spy after all, he had to have some skill in fighting, even if he couldn't use magic out here for defense. She must believe in his ability to keep himself, and by proxy her, safe.

She ran her fingertips over her lips, remembering. With nothing to do but wait, Hermione couldn't help but relive what had happened in the greenhouse. It had felt delicious, that kiss. Her entire body tingled with the memory of it. She shouldn't have done that, she knew it. But she suspected that Severus hadn't been ready for it either, and that had to mean something. Hermione knew herself. She may not remember anything, but she knew herself. And she knew that the feelings she had when she and Severus were both carried away were nothing short of completely new to her. Logically, she knew people didn't just get carried away. She was lusting after him, certainly, but there was more to it than that. How could her body over-rule her mind so easily? How could his?

She realized now that she would want to do it again. If she were honest with herself, she wanted to do more. And that was a dangerous thought. She knew she wasn't the type of girl to throw caution to the wind and jump into bed with someone she hardly knew, especially know that he was planning machinations against her. But perhaps she could use it to her benefit. She could hardly believe she was thinking this way, but she wanted him. Perhaps he could be lulled into thinking she trusted him more than she did, and she could get him to open up to her further, and she could have some fun in the process.

Could she do that? Could she actually bring herself to sleep with him? Would she be capable of doing it without losing her head, or perhaps her heart to him?

She heard noises coming from the front of the cottage and she sat up straight, alert once again to the possibilities of danger. Footsteps moved down the hall and toward the door. In that moment she made up her mind. She wanted Severus, and she didn't want to deny herself. She would take what she wanted and use it to her advantage, however she could. She watched the doorknob move and steeled herself for the inevitable.

The door opened to reveal her dark haired companion, and they stood just looking at each other for a moment. Finally, she took one step toward him, then two, and suddenly she was clutching his shoulders and pulling him down to meet her. He let her take the lead, let her lips meet his, gently at first and then hungrily. He parted his lips in a silent gasp and she slid her tongue between them, lapping at his taste with abandon.

She sighed into the kiss and moved her fingers lightly from his shoulder, up along his neck and into the hair at the nape, grasping it and tugging just a little. This was exhilarating, the feelings she was getting just from kissing him. She didn't second guess her decision to have him.

Severus had wanted to inform her of what he had found, tell her what had set the wards off, apologize for what had happened in the greenhouse. He had been prepared for her to apologize, or rail at him, or slap him. He certainly had not been prepared for her to pick up right where they had left off. He groaned as he felt her tug his hair. Sliding his hands to her hips and around her waist, he pressed firmly against her lower back with one and pulled her to him with the other between her shoulder blades. She hummed in delight when their bodies met, hard and heated, and he relished the feel of her young body against his, growled when he felt her push her hips into his thighs.

Without realizing what he was doing, he started backing her toward his bed, his mouth leaving her lips and trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck. He was lost in the taste of her, the feel of her body, the heat she emanated. Lowering her onto his bed, he followed her, laying his body over hers and resting his weight on his elbows. She spread her legs eagerly to cradle him and he didn't deny himself the pleasure of settling his pelvis against hers.

"Severus," she gasped, he head tilting back at the feel of him hard and hot against her. She began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing a trail of feather light touches across the skin she was exposing.

He ground himself against her, wanting to be closer, wanting to be a part of her. He still felt they needed to discuss some things, and was regretfully deciding he needed to stop this before they went any further when he felt her teeth grasping the skin on his chest just above his heart. She bit hard, and he growled in response. He had always liked a little pain with his pleasure, and that tug, the pinch and sharpness of her teeth sent him over the edge of abandonment into the moment.

He pulled her face up to his with one hand, and kissed her fiercely, biting at her lower lip as he did so. Then he sat up, kneeling between her legs and looked at her. She was panting, looking up at him with lowered lids, her curls spread on the pillow under her head. He reached down and began to work at the buttons of her blouse, one by one. That accomplished, he parted the fabric from her chest, letting it drop loosely at her sides, and sucked in his breath at the sight of her. When he looked back at her face, she was smiling at him, and her smile held so much hunger and promise he was momentarily blinded.

He cupped her jaw lightly with both hands, then ran those hands down her neck, her chest, and into the valley between her breasts, finally laying them to rest around her hips. Then he lowered his mouth and bit lightly at the skin of her neck, squeezing her hips rhythmically as he did so. Sitting up, he finished unbuttoning his own shirt, pulling the tails of it from his pants and tossing it on the floor.

His actions dislodged the envelope he had tucked into the back of his waistband, and it skittered across the floor loudly. The noise brought him out of the trance Hermione had seemed to put him in. She hadn't seemed to notice it, however, and he warred with himself for a moment. He could have her. He could take her now and tell her about the envelope later. She was ready for him, had made some sort of decision about it, he knew. But he also knew that if he took her and then told her about the envelope, he would shatter any sort of tentative trust he had already gained from her, and that trust was far more important here than the insistent throbbing in his groin. He lowered himself down to her, and kissed her gently before taking one of her hands in his, wrapping the other around her waist and pulling her up.

She blinked at him for a moment, and then seemed to realize he was stopping what they were doing.

"What?" she said, "what is it?"

"Hermione, as enjoyable as this is, and as much as I would like to continue it, there are some things we need to discuss. The least of which is how quickly this is happening," he sighed then, a resigned sigh, and began buttoning her blouse for her. Regretfully, he gave one last caress to her neck before smiling weakly at her and then getting off the bed.

"An owl set off the proximity ward," he said gruffly, as he bent to pick up the dreaded envelope. And this was where his plan could be torn completely asunder. He didn't know what was in the letter that envelope contained. He did know the hand-writing. "Here," he said, "it is addressed to you."

He handed her the envelope without meeting her eyes. Then picked his shirt up and turned his back to her while he buttoned it slowly. He heard her tear the envelope open and unfold the letter it contained.

Hermione skimmed the letter, her eyes meeting unfamiliar hand-writing that seemed to be quickly sprawled.

Mione,

At first I couldn't believe that you would do this. When I came into you room and found the mess you had made all over the desk, the notes you had been making, I knew you had gone after him. How you could do that without some sort of precaution is just…not like you at all. It is too much like me.

I also suspect you know something about the day Dumbledore died and the reason you left without us is because you are too gentle-hearted to act first and ask questions later. Though I am trying to understand your reasons, I can't say I am not angry. Snape could kill you as well as help you, and I am afraid that might have already happened.

I've tried to find you, and can't. I also sent a letter via Hedwig with a tracking charm, but she and the other owls I sent came back with letters still in hand. I can only assume the place you are has anti-tracking protection, and hope this letter actually makes it to you.

Wherever you are, if you are safe, you have to stay there. The Deatheater attacks have become much more frequent. They've taken the Ministry, and Headquarters is no longer safe. We've been forced to go underground, and even with him, you are safer there than here.

I'll send you another letter in the hopes you got this one once things cool down. Don't do anything that would be considered typically Gryffindor, and please watch yourself, whoever you may be with. They're not to be trusted.

-Harry

Hermione read the letter again, paying particular attention to the bits that mentioned Severus. Then she put the letter down and turned to him, his back still to her.

"Your right," she said coolly, "we do have a lot to talk about, starting with the lies you've told me."

Severus shoulders slumped, and his mind began to work furiously to guess at what Potter may have told her.


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Author's Note: This chapter came as a bit of a surprise to me. I hadn't been prepared for Hermione to throw herself into sex with Snape, but she insisted it was what she wanted. So, you gotta give the poor girl what she wants. I still feel a bit rusty, but hopefully I am continuing to do this story, and its characters, some justice.

To all of my lovely readers, old and new, thanks for reading. And for those who took the time to rate and review, I love you guys. You make me feel all gooey on the inside. I must take this moment, however, to give a shout out to CryingCinderella. I have never laughed quite so hard while also feeling so complimented. I hope this keeps you from hexing me into next week. I'll have to check out some of your tales when I can, though I will admit, I am both terrified and intrigued by your combinations.