an awfully big adventure...

Snape was in the middle of finishing a potion for his own personal interest when the door to his Potion’s lab flew open and a very wet and very angry Hermione Granger stormed in.

Her hair was in wet tangles and parts sticking to her face as she raged into the dark room. Snape’s body that had been hunched over the cauldron now went as stiff as a board.

“May I ask-“ he started when Hermione cut him off viciously.

“So that was it?” she screamed, slapping parchment from his desk onto the floor as Snape stood angrily glaring at her openly.

“May I ask what you are doing here?”

Hermione laughed maniacally at this, confusing Snape but she spoke suddenly. “Oh, I see…I’m in the wrong here? You made a bet with Sirius about me, but I’m the one in the wrong? God you’re hypocritical.”

“What are you talking about?” Snape screamed back, “What bet?”

Hermione’s dark eyes narrowed, “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t make a bet with Sirius on who could kiss me first? I’m not daft Professor, and now I understand the encounter at the 3 Broomsticks.”

Snape stood in blown back shock, she actually thought she had been the subject of a bet? It made sense on her part, he always hated Black, he never wanted him around Hermione and he had asked Hermione to go with him in a strange room alone with him…

But he was angry now. Angry that she couldn’t see past an obvious lie, and was coming in here and raging at him. And one should never really anger an ex Death Eater.

“You were never a bet I made with Sirius. I wanted to kiss you from the start I didn’t need any stupid bet.” Severus hissed dangerously.

Silence.

Had he really just admitted that he wanted to kiss Hermione from the start? Hope not. There went his defenses.

“Oh, I’m sure.” Hermione said, the tears falling freely now, “You expect me to believe that? The hotel room makes sense now…I suppose if we had sex you’d get more money from Black? Was that it?”

Snape wasn’t answering, wasn’t moving…this wasn’t a good sign. Truth be told, watching Hermione have her little outrage with her cheeks flushed, eyes bright and chest heaving as she hurriedly spoke was well…arousing him to no end. Finally after a deep breath he moved closer to her, making her shake as she tried to control herself.

“Stop.” He said, growling as he felt his excitement growing restless in his now tight trousers. She needed to stop looking so damn irresistible…or he’d have no choice, he’d have to ravish her.

“I never made a bet with Black, Miss Granger. I can give you my solemn word, in fact I’d willingly take a truth serum if you felt it would satiate your accusations.”

Hermione didn’t speak, and now she felt a bit disoriented…perhaps sitting outside in the rain hadn’t been a wise decision…a short phrase of something along the lines of ‘not having enough sense to come out of the rain’ came to mind.

“Then why would Harry say it? Why would Black lie?” she needed to understand why he would start this. Snape sighed restlessly shifting in his seat.

“He was behaving as a hormonal teenage boy, Miss Granger.” Snape said involuntarily smirking, “And in so he was jealous, reverted to spilling lies to capture my affections…which were obviously not in his favor.”

Hermione didn’t know exactly what to say she was overcome as it all made sort of sense. Black had been acting strangely, and she was sort of seeing Snape’s point of view…

“Miss Granger.” He said throatily, “I don’t think you understand…”

Hermione didn’t speak but looked to him, waiting for him to finish, but he didn’t speak. She still didn’t completely believe him, and he was acting strangely now…nervous.

Snape came over to her, his arms crossed and his cloak all about him, and looked at her eyes intently, causing her to flinch.

“You’re wet.”

Hermione blinked a minute, surprised at this statement. “Er…I was out in the rain.”

Snape stepped timidly closer, and gave her a disapproving look. “Why?”

She shrugged, and all the anger that she held over him was back. He didn’t love her, she was sure he had only been using her, and she was sick and tired of it.

“Just forget it.” She hissed furiously, “I came to get answers and I did. Good night.”

She twirled on one heel and prepared to make her way out of the chamber, and her hand was almost at the door when his own fist grasped her wrist and twirled her around and pushed her against the door.

“Miss Granger…” Snape said breathing on her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers, “…Hermione…”

He felt her shiver under his touches and his words and he allowed himself one gentle and restrained kiss. Hermione didn’t respond at first but finally…

“Let me go.”

Suddenly something possessive grabbed hold of him, and he blurted out the first thing that came to his twisted mind.

“Are you going to see your lover, Black?” Snape said furiously as Hermione looked at him with anger in her eyes.

“Will you just grow up?”

Her words only infuriated him further, as he pushed her hip with his eager pelvis, and heard the air hiss past her teeth.

“Let me go.”

Snape didn’t move, but she knew his answer and as the electricity shot through her she knew she was scared…but enthralled.

“Never.”
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Ron made his way to Harry’s room, his heart beating like a jackhammer as he raced to his bedside.

“Harry.” He said to his napping friend, “Wake up.”

“Nhfa no Malfoy, you don’t have to put your clothes back on…” Harry murmured in his sleep. Ron looked repulsed a moment then shook his friend harshly, until two green eyes stared up at him.

“Ron.” He said suddenly nervous. “Er…how long have you been sitting there? And why are you covered in mud?”

“Er…not long.” Ron said not able to look at his friend in the eye, “It’s about Hermione. I need your help.”

“What for?”

“I think she went to tell off Black.” He said with a worried look, “For making the bet with Snape.”

“How did she find out?”

Ron didn’t like that look in Harry’s eye and promptly told him of how he found Hermione heartbroken at the side of the lake in the pouring rain and how he felt compelled to tell her.

“How did she take it?” Harry asked, almost not wanting to know the answer. Ron looked bewildered to Harry and said solemnly.

“She was like a rabid animal. When I tried to stop her she pushed me down. Me! I’m in Quidditch! All she does is read books!”

“And you think she went to Black?” Harry said pulling on some trousers while Ron averted his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, she was going in that direction, I think…I couldn’t really tell, I was covered in mud.”

Harry’s eyes went wide, “We’d better help him. When Hermione rages she rages.”

They made their way down the hall to Black’s room and rapped on the door nervously. There was shuffling and then heavy footsteps.

A moment later a very bouncy Black came over to the two boys, a smile on his face. Evidently it was good to have his life back. He invited the two young men into his study.

“Would you care for some tea?” he asked gentlemanly. As Harry and Ron exchanged looks of terror as Harry gripped the edge of his chair.

“Actually, Sirius.” Harry said nervously, “We were wondering if you’d seen Hermione? I’m afraid Ron here told her about the bet.”

Black stiffened and faced Ron in a thunderstorm of anger. “You stupid prat!” he yelled at him out of nowhere, “What made you do that?!”

Ron near tears retold the story of Hermione by the lake, pining over Snape and Black softened. His own eyes filled with tears that he angrily brushed away.

“Poor HermionHe mHe murmured, then looking at the two young men he winced as he spoke next.

“There was no bet.”
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“You are mine.” Snape murmured hazily into Hermione’s hair, “Not Black’s.”

“I am not a possession.” Hermione said darkly, her eyes flashing with unmistakable intensity, “I am my own woman, no man has control over me.”

She tried to wrench from him, but he held fast, muttering about her leaving him, scurrying off to Black. He saw horrible images of them, them together in situations that if he were there instead of Black would have enticed him to no end.

“I suppose that’s what you told your lover Black, as well.” He muttered scathingly, his eyes narrowing searching hers to see if he was right.

“He haunts you and he’s not even dead.” Hermione said with pity, looking at him with sudden clarity “He humiliated you once, and you still can’t let it go. Severus…move on. If you don’t let go of your past, how do you expect to move into your future?”

Snape didn’t answer, his dark eyes were still on hers. He hadn’t really heard her, he just knew he wanted her. As soon as he had her, she would be his…he would have his claim on her…he knew Black couldn’t have made it this far. If he had her, she would never go back to Black.

He pressed her further to the wall, until he felt her hipbones align with his, and her breasts pressed against his cloak under their separate clothing.

Their clothing, that was the problem.

He grasped the front of her cloak and whirled it over her head, while she still tried wrenching from him. They were both breathing heavily, and Snape’s black eyes were suddenly flashing.

With one forceful hand, he ripped the front of her blouse with ease. He fingered the straps of her creamy bra, and looked greedily at what he would soon he tasting.

“No.” Hermione said as she tried pushing him from her, “Get off of me.”

She said this, but her everything else was telling him to move faster, to stop teasing her. And he saw this in her eyes, and so he had to go further although she protested.

“Do you really want me to stop, Miss Granger?” he said coyly, slipping his tongue over her trembling lips and then pulling away.

“Y-yes…stop…” Hermione murmured, her eyelids dropping as Snape kissed her reverently on her burning lips, as he slipped on hand up under her bra, gracing her nipples until they hardened and she involuntarily moaned.

Snape wasn’t listening, his lips were intently kissing her all over as she tried frantically to break free. He looked down to her, her schoolclothes on and smirked that this must be every man’s fantasy…a young schoolgirl.

His dark hair was all she could see as he kissed her collar excruciatingly slow, he heard her moaning and knew she would not fight any longer. She wanted him just as badly as he did her.

His hands traveled up her pleated skirt where she tried frantically to pull from him as he hastily pulled her knickers off. There was a small gasp from her as he met her eyes and she bashfully turned her face from his. She was angry at herself for wanting him.

“Let me go.” She whispered, not meaning it, her eyes clenched tightly. Snape shook his head and lowered his hand between her thighs; circling and watching her expression go from tense fear to enchanted arousal.

Suddenly her eyes opened and she remembered where she was and why and she looked over to Snape angry for having such a hold on her.

“Let me go you bastard.” She said dangerously soft, her eyes never leaving his. Snape felt his anger fly off the handle as well as his arousal.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Granger.” He said smirking, his teeth clenched as he dragged her kicking frame over to a nearby Potion’s table.

In one swift movement he had knocked everything off the desk with his arm and then rather seductively placed her on top of it, pinning her down. She struggled placidly, really actually hoping he wouldn’t stop for this was actually all too erotic for her.

They were both glowing with sweat, their breathing haggard and now the two just stared at each other. It was actually quite awkward if anyone should walk in, but he had placed several wards on the door as she had come in, angry as hell.

Now he was just as furious, his dark eyes flashing as his trousers came off, and she felt his excitement brushing past her thigh. Her breathing was short now, as she was nervous and pensive and…curious. Their lips were inches away, and she felt herself growing more and more anxious.

Now she was looking up at him with doe like eyes and he felt himself melt. He contemplated getting off of her, telling her he was sorry and letting her go with the hopes that she wouldn’t tell the headmaster. He didn’t deserve her.

Hermione must have seen the grief flash in his eyes as she suddenly lifted her head an inch or so and pressed her lips to his. He didn\'t react at first, he was in a state of inner shock, but then as her hips bumped against his as if informing him she was ready, he kissed her back in the way he had at the three Broomsticks, eyes closed with gentle caresses.

Electricity shot from her nipples down to her most sensitive of areas, and she shook with an involuntary spasm of anticipation.

He slipped her bra from her creamy shoulders and watched as the air hit her ample breasts, enticed he suckled each of her erect nipples and moved back to her lips. They were his favorite. Suddenly he stopped moving and looked her directly in the eye,

“Are you sure, Miss Granger?”

Hermione looked to him with a small laugh on her lips and sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his ruffled hair.

“Call me Hermione.”

He nodded as his own answer and kissed her with more intensity than before. She moaned often and he took this as a good sign…and an even better sign when she reached for his nether regions. He pulled back slightly, he didn’t want to go too over the edge until he was ready.

“What’s the matter?” Hermione asked nervously,kingking to him tensely “Did I do it wrong?”

Severus smiled at her; a kind smile laced with something formidable…perhaps love? And shook his dark head, his thumbs caressing her cheek, and said hoarsely.

“That’s just the thing Hermione, you’re doing everything right.”

This seemed to please Hermione to no end, and she felt her heart beat faster as he called her by her name. She stroked his pale face gently, her eyes filling with tears that he did not see.

He maneuvered his legs with hers, trying to find a spot comfortable for them both, never speaking. When they found that ample position he thrust slowly into her eager body and saw her eyes flood a moment before the soaring white heat invaded her lower abdomen, and pleasure she could never have enduced herself was almost blinding.

He pulled back a moment, trying to see if she was all right, and peering into her face. She smiled serenely at him, wondering to herself if that was it.

Seeing her face he kissed it all over, thrusting in and out of her as her hips met every thrust he presented, he was still wearing his vest, shirt and cape that floated overtop them both like a thin blanket, and was growing hotter and hotter, Hermione was glg wig with sweat as well as she tried to keep up with his pace.

He was worried that perhaps it was all work for her, he did on occasion see her eyes roll back and hear her moan deeply, almost purring, but she hadn’t screamed out yet. He went faster and faster, his breathing shallow as her back arched and she moaned louder.

Suddenly mere seconds later when he felt he could go no deeper, as they brushed up and down the Potion’s table, she locked his arms in her own and as he kissed her deeply he heard her scream in pleasure. His name. Their bodies shook as Snape went slower and slower, seeing her eyes glazed over with fatigue and arousal.

He slowed even more when Hermione suddenly thrust her hips downward, and he felt himself shake with an unpremeditated spasm, and clutching her hips he went faster, calling out her name savagely before his head fell into the hollow of her neck and shoulder and his breathing slowed.

Hermione kissed his cheek tenderly, watching his eyelashes fluttering and noticing how truly striking his black and white coloring was. She stroked a tender hand over his eyelids and he stirred.

He rolled over, until they were lying side by side on the Potion’s table, and Hermione suddenly giggled like a mad woman. Snape went rigid as he waited for her to say something about his performance.

“I should have known,” Hermione said, propping herself up on her elbow and looking at him with laughter in her eyes, “That you’d even have sex with your cape on.”