an awfully big adventure...

With a sharp growl he grasped her narrow shoulders beneath his lean fingers and promptly encased his lips over her’s, her eyes were wide in surprise and she didn’t move, he wrapped his cloak around her roughly, kissing her more harshly now.

She made random whimpering noises, her eyelids fluttering as her face flushed, Snape didn’t seem to notice, perhaps too preoccupied with his tongue that was slowly moving past Hermione’s lips, and causing her knee’s to wobble, and for him to have to hold her closer to him. Pressing her to him, roughly.

He pushed her against the stone wall, as he held her up with his thigh, feeling her pulsating against him, his kisses hot and needy and feeling around in her robe for her full breasts.

She was kissing him back now, gently, to show he was still in control, and gently nipping at his lower lip as he continued digging her into the wall, and his hands travelling all over her willing body.

Her hands were on his chest, and she didn’t dare move any more…his head continued tilting and his eyes were closed lazily, as he continued deepening kis kiss on the very inexperienced Hermione.

His tongue dueled with her’s easily, a poor opponent, but just the sort of submissive temptation he required. He almost smiled.

Finally, when he felt he couldn’t breathe anymore he pulled away, panting and looking at her with a strange and unreadable expression on his pale face.

She knew she had a smirking and nervous smile pasted on her flushed face, and he seemed to be contemplating attacking her mouth again.

“Er…” Hermicougcoughed at the sound of her hoarse voice, “Professor?”

…

“Professor?”

Snape looked off into the distance, his heart pounding, as Hermione in the present and non-daydream fashion was waving her hands in front of his face.

His eyes snapped and met hers as he coughed uncomfortably, as he realized his own fantasies had gotten the better of him.

She had been standing in front of him for a good three minutes as his mind had wandered into dangerous territory. Dangerous because now his eyes were looking all over her, and desperately trying to stop. She had felt so right in his daydream.

“I just meant, that it’s really my fault Ron’s like this in the first place, right? So, you really shouldn’t punish him…” Here tre trailed off as she saw the Professor was staring rather harshly at her…but, not just her face.

“No mind, Granger.” Snape suddenly hissed, pulling his cloak around him and glaring at her as he strode off. His lanky frame slid down the hall and Hermione couldn’t help but follow with her eyes, and wonder if she hadn’t seen something flash in his eyes…something

…more.
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Toying with emotions. Perfect expression.

Ron stalked up and down the halls of Hogwarts, on the prowl for Hermione.

The secret they had been keeping from Harry was making it hard to hang around him, and Harry had noticed this, preferring to spend his time with his strange godfather, and more and more time on the Quidditch field.

Harry made his way down the hall, his eyerrowrrowed as he angrily stalked, ignoring as Snape gave a snide; “Mr. Potter.” As they passed.

Suddenly the sound of snatches of conversation caught his ears as he recognized them of those of his best friends. He leaned against the neighboring wall and listened intently.

“You know we mustn’t tell Harry.” Hermione was whispering urgently, as Ron answered back heatedly.

“Why not?” Ron asked, although he knew the answer. He was only doing this to get Hermione angry. Because when she got angry…she got sexy. Plus, having Harry Potter ignore you was not a good thing.

Hermione was angrily retaliating, not caring that Ron was looking at her like a piece of meat, and she kept angrily muttering at him.

“You know perfectly well, we can’t trust to tell him…He’d-“

Harry suddenly turned the corner, and faced his awed and surprised ‘friends.’

“Harry.” Hermione offered weakly before she could continue, Harry resoundly spat in her direction, as Ron tried to speak. He looked at them both furiously and pushed Ron who tried to come closer.

“Bugger off.”

All Hone one and Ron could do was watch as his angry frame hurried down the hallway.
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Hermione was in the Potion’s lab a few days later, Snape still standing almost three feet away as they worked. Things had just been awkward ever since he had saved her from Ron’s unpremeditated attack. He hadn’t tried anything since.

Hermione was stirring the ingredients in a rush, looking at her watch ever few minutes and sneaking glances at the bemused Snape.

He loved the fact that she was as nervous around him as he was around her. At least this way, he had the power and she had nothing on him.

They worked for an hour in a comfortable and relaxed silence, almost natural, the only sounds were the ingredients being moved about. Hermione felt very relaxed and looked to Snape casually.

“Have you talked to Professor Black, recently?” Hermione asked trying to break the silence.

Snape’s back straightened as he let the air hiss past his teeth. He should have known. Still carrying a stupid torch for that fool, Black.

“Why do you ask, Miss Granger?”

“Oh, just curious. He seemed ill a while ago.”

What a clumsy reply. She internally berated his idiotic answer and looked to him hesitantly.

Black seemed to be a taboo word, one that none should utter, and now when they were getting on so…relaxed, she went and mentioned him.

They hadn’t been working with Black for several days now, and Snape was utterly thankful.

Until he walked into the room that day.

There was a resounding bang as he opened the door, looking roughly around the room, his eyes resting on the two of them.

“Severus.” Black said glancing at him and then, “Hermione.”

Hermione shot him an exasperated yet gentle smile, and continued stirring the potion madly, wishing time would just go faster. It was bad enough that Snape was looking at her as if she were some type of mad creature Hagrid kept in his pens outside, no…

And she had tried not to look at him too long for fear that he would catch on to her affections. But she feared he did…and just didn’t care.

“What can I do for you, Black?” Snape asked rigidly, looking to him idly but wary, Black stepped closer and Snape backed up, and Hermione saw this…and sighed.

Why had she done it? Was she really that lonely in the first place?

There alwaalways that tension that wound itself around the three of them. She dreaded going to his classroom, after her already long days and now Black was here, a bit more civil, but Snape was still as snarky and berating as he had ever been.

He also seemed to be keeping his distance, and now seemed angry that Black was there. Hermione didn’t understand why he was there in the first place.

“I’ll ask you again, Black.” Snape said thin-lipped, “What are you doing here?”

“You said I could help. And I wish to.”

That was all that was spoken between them, besides the inconsistent ramblings of Snape as he ordered Black and Hermione to grab certain things from the storage and etc...

“Stir faster.” Severus ordered Black as Hermione took a break. He uncharacteristically handed her a glass of water when she saw she was parched.

She took it hesitantly and wondered if he had tampered with it, and seeing his almost hurt expression drank it quickly, thanking him gently and wondering why he kept sneaking glances at her.

Black noticed as well.

Hours later when Hermione was certain it was time to go, Snape ordered her to retrieve something else from the back storage.

“I’m his bloody slave…” she muttered under her breath, “Feel like I should be doing his laundry and all that.” she continued muttering miserably as she went to the back storage.

It was supremely dark and she sighed and grabbed around for the bat eyes. She was certain she had it when a timber sounded behind her.

“Let me get that for you.” Black said gently, looking to Hermione kindly and grabbing the bat eyes for her. Hermione took them, her heart pounding and she berated herself for still having feelings for him.

He tilted his head a bit, looking to her and gingerly brushing some of her hair from her face. Hermione smiled gently, not hearing anything but that unnaturally loud beating of her heart.

“Thanks.”

She was about to say, when Black leaned his head down in a bit of a hurry and kissed her trembling lips. My the man could kiss. Almost as well as the dream Snape she so often fantasized about.

He took her more into his strong arms, and Hermione clutched the bat eyes loosely in one hand. Black’s tongue invaded her mouth harshly, not at all as romantic as she had expected. She felt herself moan, and Black deepend the kiss, his hands slowly moving to her chest.

But still, the kiss was sending those unprecedented shivers all over, and Black greedily kissed her more urgently. His hands gripped her around the waist and one hand behind her head crushed her lips to his.

Hermione so intent on kissing him didn’t even notice the shaded figure that stood at the doorway, clenching his teeth and staring lividly at her.