When the Lines of Reality Become Blurred

When the lines of reality become blurred
By: Dafhine

“What makes you think I’d even want you?” he spat forcefully at her.
“Because”, she said, “it is a wicked time, and all that goes with that.”

Woo! This is chapter one (duh. I know) Thanks so much to my first reviewer, gotz2piddle, nothing beats that warm fuzzy feeling of a review!
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The sun beat down heavily on the door of 12 Grimmauld place, although nobody could really see it at all. The Order members slept in various rooms, while others merely stared at the wall, trying to forget the newest sickening event that had taken place. Even Severus Snape, potions master and resident snarky bastard, remained in thought as he drank his evening cup of tea. His hands clasping his mug loosely and his legs unfolded. Everybody in the dismal, old house but one Hermione Granger, who was, by the looks of it, contemplating the enigma of a man who sat in front of her. She knew she was not in love with this man, but she wanted him all the same, and that was that. She was determined to give whatever this was a chance.
She sauntered casually into the room, dropping down onto the plush couch across from the seat in which her former professor currently occupied. He eyed her warily, at first, before lowering his gaze back into his timeworn mug. He drummed his fingers lightly on the cup before speaking, in a low rumble, to what would seem to be the cup. But Hermione, she was used to this unorthodox method of address, she knew he was simply too tired to play the evil, potions master; which he was.
“What is it, that you would have of me, Miss.Granger? Perhaps you’re just around for my wonderfully entertaining company? Or maybe you’ve come to tell me some uninteresting fact you’ve assumed I didn’t already know, because, naturally, you are better than the rest of us.” He sneered at her in a particularly revolting way, barring his yellowy teeth to her.
Hermione smirked malevolently at him, taking pleasure in the whiteness of her teeth in comparison. “ Maybe I have come for the pleasing company, after all, what witch wouldn’t want all, of that.” She used to her to gesture at him, delighting in the way his lips were twitching is contempt for her.
“And why, since you are so knowledgeable about everything, would I actually desire to be in your company for more than is necessary?” He bridged his hands, looking at her with utter derision, and tapping his foot agitatedly.
Hermione grinned at him, in a simple gesture that said she knew something he didn’t. But, Snape merely stared back unflinchingly, the tapping of his foot sounding off as persistently and loudly as the striking of a clock. Both were stubborn in there supposed abhorrence of the other. Eventually, seeing as she wished to waste no more time today on the matter, Hermione’s grin ended with a sudden contemptuous look at him.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Severus.” She walked out of the room with a gleeful, maniacal smirk highlighting her features, leaving an incensed Severus Snape behind her.
“How dare she call me that”, he mumbled irately, before drawing his wand and watching the lush couch burst into a thousand miniature pieces.

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Hermione Granger frowned as she entered her immaculately tidy office, Professor Vector had long ago fallen during a Death Eater attack, and Hermione had been asked to replace her, something was not right here.
She glanced around the room carefully, and truthfully, in a slightly paranoid manner as well. It did not phase her though when a large, black, proud owl swooped through her window, and landed on her desk, which surprisingly crumbled to the floor. It looked like a million miniature toothpicks, it looked downright dismal. Scowling, she yanked the parchment off the haughty owl, which she knew as well as anyone belonged to Snape. Her scowl only deepened as she read the letter, ‘ May I inquire as to what exactly I’ll be finding out? You know how dreadfully curious I can be about your affairs, when they regard myself. P.S- I think you may need a new desk, Professor, it looked about ready to fall apart when I saw it.’
-Sincerely, Professor S.Snape

Hermione fumed angrily, “That right bastard!” A low chuckle, however, broke into her thoughts.
“You called?” Severus Snape, bastard extraordinaire, stood in her doorway, in her office. His lanky frame somewhat less terrifying without his usual billowy robes on for effect, and his arms crossed in front of his chest. ‘That bastard’, she thought, ‘That arrogant bastard, I’ll kill him.’ Instead, she plastered on a fake smile, talking gently to him, as if they were old friends, and not about to maim each other.
“What brings you up here, Professor? It is a rare, pleasure, to see you here, I feel, almost thrilled at knowing you decided to grace my office with your presence.”
‘Almost’, her mind supplied, ‘but not really. Maybe, he’s decided I’m his next victim, Vampire Snape is going to suck my blood, and then chop me up for potions ingredients. I wonder if he really would do that, kill me and use me in some potion, it would be ironic really; I would finally be useful to him.’
Snape frowned and walked past what used to be her expensive hand carved desk from France, and glanced disdainfully at it. “Might you consider purchasing a new desk, Miss. Granger, or at least, a whole one? After all, I am sure Headmaster Dumbledore provides sufficient salary.” He stood toe to toe with her, towering over her small frame with almost maniacal glee.
Hermione smiled sweetly, “its Professor, Professor.”
He smirked at her, “Pardon, Miss. Granger?”

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Hermione grinned, she knew he would succumb to her. Even Severus Snape was not
immune to some female attention it seemed. Hermione had pushed him up against the wall, unbuttoning his shirt, and kissing him with a passion. She could remember it perfectly.

His body felt lean and powerful underneath hers, she used one hand to pin him to the wall, and delighted in the running the other through his greasy strands. His tongue pushed it’s way cogently into her mouth as his hands roughly traced the outline of her body. Oh what those hands could do to her when given the chance, she could feel the pads of his fingers on his skin when he ran his fingers under her shirt, grasping her breasts firmly and twirling both there bodies around. She could feel her back pressing against the stone wall forcibly as he placed his mouth by her ear, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’m not really a vampire. I won’t bite you, hard.”, before clamping down on her neck, licking and nipping at it.

“Bloody hell!” Hermione granger rubbed her eyes as she rose from her bed, it had been a dream, “Bugger it all! Now I need a cold shower.”

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Wow, yes, so there was some bit of lemon there, I can’t believe I used the ‘I wont bite you, hard’ cliché! And just for kicks, if anybody is interested in beta-ing for me I would be really grateful! Please feed the hungry author and review!