Brewing Glory

The next few weeks for Hermione were actually quite peaceful. Ron seemed to be getting off of her case and not quite so many people were mentioning how much he cared for her. Harry had also been together with Ginny quite often, and every now and then Hermione herself would go see the potions master in the dungeon. There was one night when he had been summoned while she was there, and he came back explaining to her that Voldemort was still rising to power, preparing his fight and that should keep on her feet at all times until the final battle came. Spring was coming nearer and nearer and Graduation came to mind and she realized if afterward she would keep seeing Snape. She lay on her stomach in her bed in Gryffindor Tower, twirling her wand aimlessly in her hand one evening. A few sparks flew out of the end and Hermione muttered the spells that Snape had taught her so long ago. Recently, Snape was one of the main things she thought about. They didn’t talk as much as they used to, she realized. Hermione really wanted to talk to him though and figured she would have to do it soon.

A few minutes later, Hermione found herself making her way down to the dungeons and into Snape’s office. When she found he wasn’t there, her heart sank a bit and she took a seat behind his desk, staring around the room idly. It was dark and dim, only a simple torch glowing at the end of the room. There was a large shelf of ancient books behind her, ones that Hermione had often longed to read. She jumped out of her seat when she heard a noise come from the fire place.

Snape appeared and out of the fire place, his eyes widening when he saw Hermione there. For a moment, he said nothing to her but swung around to his desk, his long cloak following him. He lit another torch with a flick of his wand and turned to Hermione, tucking his wand away. He smirked.

“Miss Granger,” he said smoothly.

Hermione gave him a soft smile, taking a small step toward him he wrapped his arms around her and she looked up into his dark eyes. “I’ve missed you. Where have you been?”

“That is of no importance,” he murmured quietly, placing gentle kisses along the nape of her neck, his hands sliding down her back and landing on the sides of her hips.

Hermione tilted her head, the hot kisses he gave her made her practically melt in his arms. He smelled of the outside, his body carrying a cold breeze but somehow he still kept her warm in his arms. She closed her eyes as his hands advanced down lower and yanked at the zipper of her jeans. Before she knew it she was against his desk and she looked up to see him gazing at her wildly, his own expression lustful as he immediately went for his own pants. Her eyes widened, “Wait a minute…w-what are you doing?”

He leaned in and nipped at her neck, his hands cascading down the sides of body and along her inner thigh which made her whole body tremble. “I’m doing what you want me to do,” he replied, his breath hot against her ear.

Hermione swallowed and gasped when his erect cock sprang out of his pants, and he stepped toward her, pulling her own pants down. “Severus, I don’t think we need to do this tonight, p-please…”

Snape stopped kissing her neck and leaned back slowly, eyeing her carefully. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“Well, I think we need to talk,” Hermione said honestly.

Snape took a step away for her and she eyed him as he stood there, his cock still out, his boxers and trousers at his feet. She looked at it before trailing her eyes up to his face and saw he was staring at her with an irritated look on his face.

“Look, I know you haven’t been telling me everything lately about what Voldemort has been saying to you—”

Snape cut her off. “That business is between Dumbledore and myself, when the time comes down to it, you shall know, but until then it is best if you remain ignorant.”

“But it’s not fair!” Hermione said, pushing past him. He grabbed her arm and stared down at her.

“Don’t act like a child,” he snarled, his grip tightening on her shirt. “Besides,” his expression softened as he leaned in and purred into her ear, “We partake in activities most children know not.”

Hermione shuddered and wanted more than anything to lean in and touch his cock which brushed against her thigh gently. She closed her eyes but turned her face to look at him. “I miss who you were before,” she said quietly, trying her best not to let her voice waver at the emotion she was feeling.

His eyes narrowed and he backed away from her suddenly, pulling up his pants, an obvious bulge still poking at the front. “You never knew who I was before,” he spat.

“I never knew?!” Hermione said loudly, moving away from him. “You talked to me! We worked together all of the time!”

“You know nothing of me! No one knows who I truly am but my own self, and I plan on keeping it that way,” he yelled, throwing his arm back and accidentally knocking a jar off onto the floor, its contents flying everywhere. He looked at it furiously and pulled out his wand, waving it and the contents disappeared.

Hermione’s eyes welled with tears and she wiped at her eyes, advancing towards him. He did not flinch when she got into his face and started screaming. “THEN WHY WON’T YOU LET ME KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE?!”

He stared at her, his face calm and he looked away before responding. “Because no one has truly cared to know who I am in years,” he said coolly. Snape stepped away from her, leaving her in thought.

Hermione barely even heard when the door from his office to his rooms open and shut. She stood there in shock, amazed that he did not realize how much she really cared about him. Pain stabbed and clenched at her heart and she broke down onto her knees, cradling her head in her hands, sobbing in Professor Severus Snape’s office.

For the next few days, Hermione avoided being around the professor at all unless she absolutely had to. The only time she ever really saw him was during class, in which he never addressed her or even insulted her like he usually would. Instead, he just assigned the class book work or projects to work on for the whole class period. She tried to push the argument out of her mind and spend the time left she had with her friends and think about things that were much more important. One night she was sitting in the library with Harry and Ron when Harry’s scar began to burn.

Hermione looked up to see Harry sitting in discomfort in his seat, pressing his hand at his forehead. Ron stopped chewing on the chocolate frog he was eating and Hermione closed her book, leaning in to see what was wrong.

“Are you alright, mate?” Ron asked suddenly.

Harry shook his head and rubbed at his scar, clenching his eyes shut as his round glasses fell to the edge of his nose. He tilted his head up to look at Hermione and Ron, both of which whose faces were showing concern. “He’s angry,” Harry muttered, “I can feel it.”

Hermione was about to say something when Harry grunted and closed his eyes, hunching over and holding his head in his hands. She rushed to his side and kneeled down beside him, touching his arm again. “Harry, what’s happening?”

He started to shake and he turned his head to look at Hermione, his eyes flashing dangerously. For a moment she actually thought maybe he was being possessed, but realized soon after that he was afraid and that something was truly wrong. Harry stood up and looked down at Hermione as she rose to her feet.

“He’s asking for you,” Harry said, his eyes narrowing to see if anyone was watching.

Hermione’s heart began to beat rapidly and she looked back and forth from Harry to Ron who both just stared at her. Ron’s face held a look of puzzlement and confusion and Harry, was stone cold and frightened. “Harry, we have to see Professor Dumbledore—”

“Right,” Harry said firmly, making his way out of the library. Ron and Hermione followed behind him closely and he began to walk so quickly that they had to run after him. They began running down the corridors, ignoring the prefects that told them to slow down on their way. Hermione began to breathe heavily as they ran up flights of stairs and felt relieved when they finally reached the gargoyle and were making their way up into the Headmaster’s office.

When they arrived, Harry knocked rapidly on the door. No one answered so they pushed open the door quietly, revealing Dumbledore’s peaceful office. Not a soul was in sight and the portraits were sleeping quietly. A fire crackled in the fireplace and Fawkes was chirping innocently on the far end of the room.

“Professor Dumbledore?” Harry called, inching forward towards his desk, as Hermione and Ron moved slowly behind him. He called again, but the sound of Harry’s voice only rang out through the empty office.

Ron’s mouth gaped open and he brushed past the two of them, searching the office, “You’ve got to be bloody joking. We came all the way down and he’s not here?”

At that moment a flash of light burst across the room and a small otter landed upon Dumbledore’s desk, shining brightly. It held a letter in its mouth, its eyes closed. Hermione walked towards it cautiously and took the letter, the otter flashing out of sight once more. She opened the note and it hopped from her hands and she jumped back as the letter began to speak.

Stay where you are. Dumbledore will arrive shortly.

The letter tore itself up into little pieces and the three of them watched it in awe before the door at the back of the room flew open and Dumbledore burst in, followed by Professor McGonagall. He stormed in, his face stone cold and serious, McGonagall following behind with a worried expression on her face.

“Professor,” Harry said in an exasperated tone, advancing towards the Headmaster’s desk. “He’s really angry, I can feel it—”

Dumbledore turned around then and Harry stopped suddenly. The look on the old mans face was cold and serious, the normal twinkle in his eye nowhere in sight. “I know, Harry. But now is not the time that you should be worrying about it. The three of you head back to your dormitories before you get caught after curfew. I will notify you in the morning as to what is going on, until then; I suggest you get some rest.”

“But sir—” Hermione started.

“But nothing,” McGonagall interrupted, her brow furrowed as she eyed the three of them. “You heard the Headmaster, and as your Head of House, I also suggest you all make your way safely back to Gryffindor Tower.”

Harry looked to Dumbledore who only nodded briefly, and he turned on his heel out of the office, Ron and Hermione following quickly behind.

As soon as they were out of the office, Harry pounded his fist on the wall and rested his forehead against it. Ron and Hermione stood on either side of them silently for a few moments before he spoke.

“It’s just not right,” he said angrily, as his hands trembled. “We’re already of age and they won’t even tell us what’s going on.”

Hermione sighed, “Look, I know it’s not fair now but he told us we would find out in the morning. Until then, we just have to wait it out. I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted… I’ll see you both in the morning.”

With that she turned away from them and quietly made her way down the corridor up to the Grand Staircase. It wasn’t that she was annoyed with her friends, but she much rather preferred going back to her rooms alone. It was these times that she really wished she could get some peace and quiet and she figured this would do. She walked quietly along the corridor and was turning to go up another flight of stairs when she collided into something solid.

She stumbled a few feet backward and cursed to herself, before looking up to meet the eyes of Snape. She shuddered, taking in the form of his being. He looked very mysterious, his dark form blending in with the colors of the night. His eyes were narrowed and his arms crossed, his weight shifted on one leg. He did not smirk and he did not sneer. In fact, his face was completely emotionless. Hermione fought to find the right words to say, but simply said nothing when he began to speak.

“Wandering the corridors at night, Miss Granger? Very unwise, if I say so myself,” he now sneered, advancing towards her.

She turned her head away from him, feeling the heat of his body only mere inches from her own. Feeling his hand press on her shoulder, she withdrew and met his eyes. “What do you want with me, Snape?”

At that moment her body was pressed firmly against the wall, his hands pinning her forearms on either side of her. His breath was hot against his ear as he spoke. “You know what I want, you insufferable girl.”

Hermione shook and tried to free herself but it was no use. She could feel her chest clenching with pain and sorrow and tears stung at her eyes. “You know,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “For awhile, I thought maybe I liked you. Then all of a sudden you turn into some sort of monster.”

He jerked her body and pulled his face away to look at hers, his long hooked nose touching her small, soft one. His face was contorted into an evil sneer, his lip curling. “I’ve always been a monster to you, precious Gryffindor. And oh dear, are your opinions about to get worse.”

Then he pressed his mouth firmly and body firmly against her, one hand grabbing both of her wrists and the free hand pulling at her jeans. He unbuttoned them as she began to yelp. Snape let loose of her arms and covered her mouth, pressing his body against her harder.

In a few moments, he had her pants pulled down to her ankles as well as his own. His dark orbs looked up into her brown eyes, which were now leaking with tears. He carefully took the hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips. He bit on her lower lip and drew blood, making her whimper. He licked it away before thrusting into her brutally.

Snape moved in and out of her quickly, his eyes closing shut as he pinned her arms against the wall again. He could feel her writhing beneath her but he did not care at this point. So many things were rushing through his mind as he penetrated her harder, sweat forming at his brow. And as she moaned in pain and pleasure all at once, a pang of heart-wrenching guilt clenched at his heart. He was raping her and he knew it, and he cared but at the same time he did not. She deserved what he got as he moved his throbbing cock in and out of her in a deserted hallway against the wall. How dare she come into his life, and almost enter his heart? She was so young, so beautiful… and yet, here he was, fucking the life out of her. It was now that incoherent words were coming out of his mouth as he continued to pump in and out of her.

“Fuck…” he panted, as he felt his balls tighten, waiting for release, “How… dare… you… do this… to me,” he cried before spilling his seed inside of her, thrusting vigorously.

Hermione slumped against the wall to the floor as he pulled out, confused at his last words. Do this to him? What did he mean by that? After all, he was the one raping her. She had no time to think on it as she felt him collect her in his arms and take her somewhere. Before she knew where they were going, she fell asleep.