All Hallows Eve

Author's Notes:

Well, this was supposed to be a one chapter, one shot plot bunny for Halloween but Severus seems to be up to no good, and I just love it!

ThankyouThankyouThankyou to my kind reviewers. I am a review whore anyway. Keep em coming. lol.

Sev_erotica101: Nahhhhhh. I wouldn't like to really write Severus as a virgin. I've read a couple stories like that and while they were fun, I can't see him as being one at his age, considering what he has been doing with his time. I don't care about canon as long as the story is fun but I don't wanna go there with a 40-year-old virgin. Leave that up to Steve Carrell.

LauraK/Lyssa: Here you go, more as promised!

Morrigan,Bella Snape, and Shmoe: Yeah, I don't really intend to write cliff hangers but sometimes Severus tends to surprise me. Strange how these characters take on a life of their own.....





Two


Hermione glanced over her shoulder as she kept walking. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being followed. It was impossible for the most part since just about everyone was at the All Hallows Eve party. Snape would not be likely to follow her.

The Professor may have returned, but as far as Hermione was concerned, his attitude towards her and her friends had changed very little. He was civil to Harry now, but to her he seemed the same as he had always been.

Don’t lie to yourself, Hermione. You want the wizard. Badly.

Wanting Severus Snape would be breaking some of the worst rules that she could break at Hogwarts.

So do you care? This is your final year, you’re of age, and McGonagall is not as astute as Dumbledore. She wouldn’t have to know.

“Stupid conscience,” Hermione muttered as she entered the dungeons. She shouldn’t be down here at all. It wasn’t off limits to her, being Head Girl but Snape primarily patrolled down here.

The halls in the dungeons were darker and creepier than the others. It was colder here as well since some of the halls slanted downward. The further down you went the colder it got. Somewhere in this labyrinth were Snape’s rooms.

As far as Hermione knew, no students had ever been there, let alone know where exactly they were except maybe for Draco, and he wouldn’t tell.

“Looking for something, Miss Granger?”

The silky voice, soft and encompassing, made goose pimples rise on Hermione’s flesh.

Severus Snape stepped out directly in front of her, causing a surprised squeak to emit from her lips.

It took Hermione a moment to recover.

“I was just patrolling, Sir. With the party going on, I am sure that there are going to be plenty of students hiding and I wanted to keep them out of trouble and in their houses where they belong.”

The Professor was looking at her from under hooded eyelids. He crossed his arms, wrapping his cape around himself in the process.

“And why, pray tell, are you not at said party with your friends, Miss Granger?”

Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. A sinking feeling started in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that the Professor was playing some sort of game with her.

“I have a job to do, Sir.”

“Oh indeed you do, Miss Granger. Since you have no wish to enjoy the - fun - upstairs, then I shall find a task worthy of your talents.”

“Sir?”

Hermione wasn’t sure she understood him. The Professor was going to give her a detention of sorts?

“Don’t just stand there staring. Follow me.”

Hermione opened her mouth and shut it. She didn’t know what to think.

“I don’t deserve detention, Sir,” she ventured to say.

Snape ignored her. Some time later he paused in front of a section of stone which he tapped with his wand. The section moved, revealing a dark opening.

“Inside,” he said curtly, pointing.

Hermione marched in, trembling slightly. The last thing she wanted was the wrath of Snape.

The short hall was without light and Snape prodded Hermione from behind to urge her on. She emerged in a fairly large room. A warm fire crackled underneath a stone mantel, and little furniture was placed near the fire for comfort.

“Now, Miss Granger you have some explaining to do,” Severus said.

“Why?”

“I have seen you looking at me, I’ve felt your feelings quite clearly. I am the one who should be asking you why.”

Oh hell. He knows.

“I see you cannot think up a convenient lie to tell me.”

Severus was enjoying the various shades of red that were crossing the witch’s face. He loved to play with people’s emotions, and Hermione Granger was no exception to the rule.

Hermione swallowed hard.

“If you want to know the truth, Sir, I have been pleased that you were proclaimed a hero. You have worked so hard all of these years and gotten little in return. I was upset when Dumbledore was killed, but I knew you would not deliberately do it.”

Snape circled Hermione, his eyes taking her slight form in, and he wondered just what her robes were hiding. He intended to find out shortly, once he was through playing with her.

“You have a way of running that gob of yours and saying nothing while millions of words come out. It’s a most distressing and aggravating habit that you have, Miss Granger.” He stopped in front of her, their robes nearly touching.

“What you are telling me has absolutely nothing to do with the question that I asked you,” he continued, his face coming closer to hers.

Hermione noticed the lovely way shocks of his black hair hung over his brow and she sucked in her breath, something that did not go unnoticed by Snape.

“Afraid of me, are you? Perhaps you should be.”

Hermione was snatched against him so suddenly that she got out a half squeal of protest before he captured her lips in the most devastating kiss she had ever received.

Severus felt the young witch struggle against him; but only for a moment before her arms slid around his neck in surrender. Had it been in his character, he might have smiled against her mouth. It would never do to show what little softness he had within him, not at this point in time anyway.

Hermione’s mouth was soft, sweet and moist. Severus had misjudged the lure of the witch and it pulled him further into his own game, trapping him as he sensually pressed for entrance.

Ohmygodmygodmygod, he’s kissing me.

Hermione could barely breathe, let alone think. This wizard that she’d been lusting over was kissing her in what were probably his private rooms. Her knees began to feel wobbly as his tongue swept into her mouth, stroking against the slick areas and exploring before tangling with her own.

Severus was supporting Hermione with his arms as she melted against him. The erection he’d been sporting all afternoon lengthened further and throbbed against the softness of her belly. The layers of fabric between them did nothing to stop his arousal.

He broke away momentarily to rasp:

“I expect a true answer from you, Hermione.”

Hermione. Her heart sped up at the velvety sound of her name coming from him. How different it sounded than “Miss Granger.”

Hermione forced herself to look at him. Her pupils were dilated and a deep shade of brown surrounded them.

“All right, Sir. I should be expelled, but I want you.”

“Expulsion is not an option. Satisfying me is.”