It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 16 ~ The Holiday

“She fucked somebody else, Harry. Can you believe it? Hermione’s shagged somebody,” Ron said, his voice slightly slurred as he lay on his back in the bed in his boxers. He had drunk quite a bit of punch.

Harry shrugged.

“Yes, I can believe it. She’s old enough,” Harry replied, trying to sound uncaring. But the fact that Hermione had been with someone, someone he didn’t know about, threw him a bit. Harry believed he and Hermione could talk about anything and anyone. Finding out she was keeping such an important secret from him was unsettling.

“I want to know who he is,” Ron said darkly.

Harry looked at his friend.

“Why Ron?” Harry asked him.

Ron looked at him cross-eyed for a moment, then said, “I want…I want to know if he’s worthy of her.”

Harry looked at Ron incredulously.

“Worthy of her? How do you plan to decide that?” Harry asked him.

“I don’t know. Challenge him to a duel maybe,” Ron said.

Harry sighed.

“Ron, you’re talking crazy. You can’t duel Hermione’s boyfriend,” he said, climbing into bed. He and Ron had a room to themselves. One of the perks of being seventh years.

“Boyfriend,” Ron spat. “I still can’t believe it. Why won’t she tell us who it is? What’s the big secret?”

Harry looked at him.

“Probably because she sees how crazy you go when anyone wants to date Ginny, that’s why,” Harry replied, “For gods’ sakes Ron, you just said you’d duel him. Why would Hermione introduce you to him? She knows how you are.”

Ron frowned.

“It still doesn’t seem right, Hermione with a boyfriend. A boyfriend who shags her,” the wizard groused, rolling over.

Trying to change the subject Harry asked Ron how he’d done with Ivanna.

Ron didn’t answer him.

“Ron, what happened with Ivanna? Did you shag her?” Harry asked him again.

“No,” Ron said sullenly. “It…it didn’t work.”

Harry sat up in the bed. Shagger Ron’s goods didn’t work?

“What happened?” Harry asked curiously.

Ron rolled over to face him, scowling.

“I kept imagining Hermione getting shagged, and couldn’t get hard…that’s what the fuck happened,” the wizard seethed. “Now Ivanna thinks I’m a pudding dick.”

Harry kept his face straight.

“You’ll get another chance Ron, don’t worry,” the wizard said, settling back down in the bed and rolling on his side with a yawn. “It’ll be all right, mate.”

Ron lay there scowling. He felt nothing would ever be right again.

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The next morning when Hermione woke up, she had a slight hangover. She had drunk a cup of the spiked punch and it went straight to her head, but she held her liquor all right, plus ate a little more. She ended up more sleepy than anything. She had a lot of fun at the ball. Severus being so jealous only made it more enjoyable.

Hermione rolled out of the bed and walked toward the bathroom, catching sight of herself in the mirror on her dresser. She blinked.

“Dear gods…I look like a raccoon,” she said as she looked at the rings around her eyes from the mascara and eyeliner Parvati applied the night before. “This is why I don’t bother with makeup.”

She walked into the bathroom, used the loo, washed her hands and took out some cold cream to remove the black circles around her eyes. As she was applying the cream, Hermione thought she heard something in her bedroom and leaned back so she could see out of the door. No, there was no one out there. Then her eyes fell on a piece of parchment on her nightstand. It hadn’t been there before. A house elf must have delivered it.

Hermione washed the cream off her face, brushed her teeth then walked back into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of her bed and picking up the parchment. She unfolded it and read the message. It was a single question.

“What would you like for Christmas?”

Hermione smirked.

So, Severus wanted to know what she wanted for Christmas, did he? Well, she knew he had no intentions of fucking her, so even if she did want that, which she did, the Potions Master wouldn’t give it to her. So Hermione decided to ask for something else.

She opened her nightstand drawer and took out a muggle pencil and a muggle pen. The tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth, she placed the parchment down on the top of the nightstand and started to draw on the bottom of the note.

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Severus was sitting in one of the two armchairs located before the fireplace in his study drinking a cup of coffee when a house elf winked in and held out a parchment, its eyes on the floor. Severus took it and the elf winked out. Hm. It hadn’t taken the witch long to reply. Severus took another sip of coffee, set the cup down on the small table between the armchairs and opened the note.

He almost spewed out his coffee.

On the parchment was a fairly decent drawing of a curly headed young woman sucking on a huge cock drawn in ink. It was a magical drawing and the image’s head moved back and forth as it exaggeratedly swallowed down the rather large, veiny tool.

Severus shook his head and stared at the picture, feeling a bit of a throb.

Hermione was certainly a naughty little witch. Now how the hell was he supposed to gift wrap something like that? She was just too curious for her own good.

The wizard stood up, walked over to his bookshelves and slid open a secret panel. In the space behind it were a few issues of Playwizard, a couple of blue pensieves, some magical photos of yummy female body parts and a deck of erotic playing cards. Severus added Hermione’s artwork to the collection and closed the panel back. He then began to search his tomes for a more traditional gift to give the witch.

As he looked through the books for an appropriate title, Severus shook his head. Imagine. Hermione wanting to perform her first blowjob for Christmas. That would be more of a gift for him than for her.

The witch was something else.

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Ron looked around the busy common room with narrowed eyes as students with packed bags and suitcases streamed by, hurrying to the main hall in preparation to catch the Hogwarts Express, heading home for the holiday.

Harry was packed and ready to go. He was spending his vacation at the Burrow with Ron…and Ginny. His glasses fogged up a little at the thought of the witch. She had promised him the Burrow had a lot of hiding places where they could be alone. It was going to be quite the holiday.

“Where’s Hermione?” Ron asked, looking around at the milling students. “She should be down here by now, ready to board the train. She’s always packed days in advance for holiday.”

As if on cue, Hermione walked down the stairs dress in jeans, trainers and a christmasy sweater, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Ron saw her immediately and walked over to her.

“Why aren’t you in your traveling robes?” he demanded.

Hermione scowled at him.

“I’m not talking to you Ron,” she said, pushing past him.

Ron watched her walk over to Harry and start talking to him. He stalked over to listen.

“So you’re staying at Hogwarts over the holidays, Hermione?” Harry asked her.

Hermione nodded.

“Yes. I’m going to take advantage of the peace and quiet to get in some real studying. I want to make perfect marks my last year,” the witch said.

“Is that the only reason you’re staying here, Hermione? There won’t be much staff. A person could get away with anything,” Ron said to Hermione accusingly.

She didn’t answer him. Instead, she kissed Harry on the cheek.

“Have a nice holiday, Harry. I’ll see you when you get back,” the witch said. Then she left the common room, Ron staring after her blackly.

“I bet her ‘boyfriend’ is staying here too,” Ron said jealously. “They’re going to have a shagfest while we’re gone.”

”Get over it, Ron. Gods,” Harry said with irritation as he picked up his suitcase. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Still frowning, Ron picked up his suitcase. So Hermione was staying at the castle so she could see her boyfriend at will. Fine. That was just fine. He didn’t care if she was shagged from one end of the castle to the other. But he wanted to know who the wizard was she found worthy enough to be intimate with her. Ron figured it had to be someone in Ravenclaw. Hermione wouldn’t get involved with a Slytherin. She said they were too self-serving.

Harry exited the common room, Ron right behind him…deep in thought.

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Later that evening, Hermione wandered through the halls of Hogwarts, enjoying the quiet and the space. The castle seemed bigger but more intimate without the presence of the majority of the student body. The Gray Lady drifted through a wall in front of Hermione and gave her a rather nervous nod. Hermione nodded back and the ghost continued on her way.

The only staff left at Hogwarts was Albus, Filch and Severus. A smattering of students remained from each house, about thirteen in all. The Great Hall had been redesigned for the holidays. Now a large circular table sat in the center of the hall for meals. Hermione was on her way there now for supper. Her belly felt a little tight. This would be the first time she saw Severus after sending him the naughty drawing. She wondered how he reacted to it.

She also wondered if he would be more open to a bit of contact since the school was empty and there was less chance of discovery. The only person she would have to worry about was Filch, who, when he saw her walking earlier narrowed his eyes at her.

“And what are you doing here over the holidays, Miss Granger? Up to some mischief I gather. Well, I will be watching closely…very closely,” the squib said, stroking Mrs. Norris who was resting in his arms as usual. “Particularly the Restricted Section of the library. I know your ways I do.”

Hermione felt like casting a tripping spell on the caretaker as he hobbled away, but that would be asking for trouble. Most likely the Headmaster himself would be handling anything untoward, and she didn’t want to attract his attention.

But just her presence at Hogwarts had done that.

Albus was very aware that Hermione had broken with normal behavior to spend the holidays at the castle. The witch had gone home every holiday since she first arrived at Hogwarts. The Headmaster had an inkling as to why she remained. It had something to do with a certain dark, dungeon-dwelling Professor. Yet, as long as they were discreet, Albus had no intentions of interfering. He felt Severus deserved a bit of happiness, and Miss Granger was no fluff-headed student. The witch was quite mature for her age and well able to make her own decisions. As long as they maintained a low profile, they were free to engage each other.

Hermione arrived at the Great Hall and entered to find the staff and students already seated around the circular table and ordering their meals. Severus was there, and leveled his eyes at her for a moment. There was a distinct glint in his gaze before he looked back down at his meal. He had ordered steak, potatoes and green beans with some buttered bread. Albus saw Hermione approaching.

“Ah Miss Granger, better late than never,” he said by way of greeting, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Hello, Headmaster,” Hermione answered him, taking a seat almost directly across from the Potions Master, “I was just walking around the castle. It’s so different when everyone’s gone.”

Albus nodded.

“That’s true my dear. I often wander the castle during the summer months. The quiet is quite soothing,” the Headmaster replied.

Severus agreed silently. His favorite time of the year was the summer. The lack of dunderheads in the castle was a true pleasure. No one knocking on his office door to talk about marks, no one sitting in his Head of House office complaining of trivial situations, no one blowing up cauldrons in his classroom. The wizard was free to brew as much as he liked, and he had his solitude. It was a two month slice of heaven as far as the Potions Master was concerned. It would be perfect if not for Voldemort’s occasional summons.

Hermione greeted the other students and staff, Filch frowning at her suspiciously as he wondered what she was really doing wandering around the castle, then looked down at her empty plate, trying to decide what to order. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and they would have a traditional feast.

Her eyes flicked up toward Severus, who was cutting his steak. The witch smirked and placed her order.

A very large kielbasa sausage appeared on her plate, along with a side order of sauerkraut and baked beans. For dessert, a banana of course. Severus happened to glance at her plate, then his face contorted slightly as he quickly looked back down at his food.

The little minx. She was trying to impress her Christmas request on him. Everyone else was busy eating and chatting, and really didn’t pay much attention to the Gryffindor witch as she picked up the huge sausage between thumb and forefinger and inserted it in her mouth. Well, almost everyone else didn’t pay attention.

Severus did. He couldn’t help himself. He shifted slightly in his seat because of his growing erection as Hermione slowly began to consume the sausage, focusing on it. She had eaten half of it before Severus finally said, “Miss Granger, your table manners are atrocious. The proper way to eat a sausage is to cut it into manageable pieces with a fork and knife.”

Hermione put the sausage down and licked her lips.

“It’s more enjoyable to eat this way,” Hermione replied, sucking on her fingers a bit before picking up her fork and eating some beans and sauerkraut. Severus watched her lips pucker around her little fingers and suck them clean. It was all he could do to keep from growling.

Severus’ comment drew a little attention from the others, who looked at Hermione for a moment, then continued their meal. All except Albus.

“I agree, Miss Granger,” Albus said, “There is something delightfully visceral about eating with your hands. I can’t do it as much as I like, because my beard often gets quite messy.”

Hermione finished her sausage and the rest of her food, Severus hard as stone as he tried not to watch her. Then she slowly peeled the banana and consumed that too, well aware of how it was affecting the Potions Master to see her wrapping her lips around such phallic foodstuffs. She felt perfectly wicked as the wizard’s nostrils flared slightly.

Several students excused themselves from the table, and Filch hobbled off as well. Albus patted his stomach. He had a couple of burritos, something he had discovered in southwestern America on a visit.

“I love burritos,” the old wizard commented, “but I am afraid they don’t love me back. If you will excuse me.”

Albus quickly left the Great Hall, leaving Severus and Hermione at the table.

Severus immediately let loose on Hermione.

“That was a perfectly inappropriate choice of foods,” he snarked at her. “You made a spectacle of yourself. Have you never heard of ‘understatement’ witch?”

Hermione blinked at him innocently.

“Why Professor, I have no idea what you are talking about,” the witch replied, smirking.

“You may be eighteen, but you have the wiles of a witch much older,” the Potions Master said, his eyes glittering, “You purposely devoured that sausage and banana in a blatant attempt to arouse me.”

Hermione looked at him.

“So…did it work?” she asked.

Severus scowled.

“Yes,” he said shortly, “But only on a purely animal level.”

Hermione crooked her fingers at him and scratched at the air.

“Grrrr,” she purred.

Severus stared at her.

“You persist in challenging me, Hermione. That is not wise to do,” he said in a low voice.

“So, are you going to give me what I requested for Christmas?” she replied. She was surprised to see the wizard colored slightly. Wow.

“I have chosen an alternative present. Something more suitable for the season,” he answered her.

“But I want that,” Hermione said, pouting now.

Severus frowned at her expression.

“Stop it. Pouting will get you nowhere, witch. What you requested is something you are not yet ready for. I do not do half-measures, Hermione. With me it is all or nothing. Trust me, you are not ready for this,” he said.

Severus loved blowjobs. They appealed to his darker side. He liked nothing better than to wrap his pale fingers in a witch’s hair and have her pleasure him until he released. He was a bit rough in that type of situation…it added to the eroticism. He really didn’t believe Hermione was ready for that kind of treatment, though the gods knew he would love the young witch to attend him in such a way.

“You don’t know what I’m ready for,” she spat, her eyes narrowed.

“I already told you. I am older than you and you will trust me to decide what is fitting for you in this relationship. I speak with the voice of experience,” he said evenly.

“You speak with the voice of a repressed dictator. I’m going to be fifty before I learn anything if I wait for you to say ‘it’s suitable.’ Severus, we should be fucking all over the school…” Hermione began.

Severus’ eyes widened and he looked around the Great Hall quickly before he shushed her.

“Hermione, you must learn to hold your tongue,” he scolded.

“At least I’ll be doing something with it,” the witch snarked.

Severus sighed. He hadn’t known the witch would be so, so aggressive sexually.

“Hermione, we have to keep this a secret…” the wizard began.

Hermione scowled and gestured around the Great Hall.

“Severus, a secret from whom? No one is here. We should be taking advantage of this. I want some sexual activity damn it! It’s not fair you dictate everything. How I feel should count for something too. And I feel like being with you.”

Severus stared at the witch arguing for her rights to his company. Sighing, he said, “Very well. After supper tomorrow we will spend a bit of time together, Hermione. But…we will not be engaging in intercourse. I intend to stick to my wand about this. Discipline is important. We will work on your Occlumency skills,” he said firmly.

Hermione hid her grin. Occlumency eh? Wait until he got a gander at what was on her mind.

“Can I at least expect some kisses? Something?” the witch asked him.

“Maybe a kiss or two IF you promise to behave yourself and not act like an oversexed seventh year,” Severus replied.

“But I am an oversexed seventh year,” Hermione responded.

Severus scowled.

“That may be true, but you will not act like one in my presence,” he said, “You will show discipline.”

The wizard rose.

“I have to go meet with Albus. Order business. I will most likely be there until the wee hours, so I have to bid you goodbye until tomorrow,” the Potions Master said.

Hermione looked at him longingly.

“A kiss goodbye?” she asked him.

Severus looked at the witch. He would like to kiss her…but it would have to be a very short, chaste kiss. She already had aroused him almost to bursting with her conversation.

“A peck,” he said. “Just a peck.”

Hermione stood up and hurried around the table and faced the Potions Master, standing on her tiptoes, her eyes closed and lips puckered.

The wizard studied her.

“A devil in the guise of an angel,” he thought to himself as he leaned down and softly possessed her mouth. The contact was electric and Hermione let out a little moan as he drew away.

“Gods. You could kiss me like that all day,” she breathed. Severus smirked at her.

”That would be a great waste of time, Hermione,” he replied. “There are more important things to do than spend an entire day kissing you.”

“Not to me,” Hermione said, leaning in, trying to get another out of him.

A pair of rheumy eyes peered at the pair from a little slit in the far wall.

“Indecent!” Filch groused, “Absolutely indecent! I never trusted that wizard. The gods' only know how many young witches he's plowed through over the years in those dungeons.”

There was a tinge of jealousy to the squib's thoughts.

Albus was going to hear about this immediately.

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A/N: Ah, next chapter finally out. Thanks for your patience. I'm too tired to do a proper Author's note this time, but please review.