Not All that Glitters is Gold

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm hoping I'm sticking to the characterization of these characters. If I need to make any adjustments then please let me know. :D

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Her mind was blurred at what was happening. She felt his warm breath against her; his lips pressed firmly against hers. His hands wrapped deep within the curls of her hair. Hermione could only close her eyes and part her lips as she felt his warm tongue trace along the edge of her bottom lip - seeking entrance into her mouth. Snape pulled her to him, crushing her small form against his brawny chest. Hermione brought a hand to his chest, resting it ever so lightly as he pushed her onto her back. Their lips mashed together as he hastily moved his hands from her hair rustling with his robes. He pulled away, both left gasping for breath, and stared at her.

Hermione felt his eyes graze her body and as much as she wanted to fold her arms over herself, she didn't. Her chest heaved as he brought a hand from the nape of her neck lower. Ever the diligent potions mater, Snape took his time feeling her warm curvaceous body out. At eighteen, she had matured into a woman. Her body no longer held the childish look to it. Although she looked thin, too thin in his opinion, he couldn't tell the difference from the eleven year old know-it-all and the prisoner of war that lay underneath him. Snape's hand traveled lower, unbuttoning her tattered and blood stained uniform with one hand.

She gasped at the feeling of the cool air as it caressed her skin and instantly turned red. Snape's eyes locked onto hers as his moved his hands over her smooth skin. They stopped when he had reached her thighs and slowly moved them apart. Hermione watched, her heart beating with the intensity of a thousand suns, as Snape unbuttoned his own robes and tossed them to the side. This was exactly what Malfoy was referring to when he told him not to have any ideas. Then again, Snape argued in his mind that it wasn't his idea at all. It was hers.

He brought his hands to the buttons on his trousers and hastily pulled them apart. Snape didn't look at her as he lifted her skirt and pulled her white knickers from her body, tossing them to the side. His eyes slowly traveled up her body, watching her chest rise and fall. His length twitched at the sight of her supple breasts. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the soft mounds and listened as Hermione's breath hitched again. His tongue traced around her nipple in small circles while his hand gently massaged the other. It had been a long while since he had been with a woman, not that he would consider this a moment of intimacy, but he was no complete cad.

Hermione closed her eyes for a briefly moment and moaned softly. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted Ron to be in this position with her, be her first. They had grown so close that it was hard to distinguish between the love of friends and true love. He had promised her that he would always be there for her and she wanted him there with her right now. As much as Hermione wanted to sob, she knew she shouldn't. Snape was risking his life to protect her and he was doing what she wanted him to do. She wanted some one she trusted to take her, not Malfoy.

Her eyes shot open when she felt a distinctive pressure between them. Hermione parted her lips and tilted her head back as she felt Snape's length penetrate. Snape's own breathing betrayed him as it grew more and more heavier. She was tight but honeyed up for him. Snape leaned forward, resting a hand beside her face as his hips rocked gently inside her, feeling her slick tight walls collapse around him. Hermione felt a small pang of pain but it was nothing compared to what she already endured. She brought her eyes back to Snape, his dark orbs latching onto her. They breathed heavily as his hips dove against her, slowly increasing in speed and roughness. Hermione brought her hand to his thigh, his nails lightly tickling him as his thrusts grew more ragged.

Snape grasped onto her hair, pushing deeper and deeper, feeling her warmth surround him. He wanted this now, more than ever, to feel her beneath him. What he wouldn't give for her to remain here with him. He had already gone down that road with Lily Evans, Potter's mother, but some one Hermione invoked something in him. Something that reminded him of Lily. Her fire, her breath, her touches. Everything. Snape grunted with protest as his thrusts became more primal. He brought a hand to her shoulder, holding her as her jerked with each vicious movement.

Hermione parted her lips and moaned, her breath hitching each time he filled her. She gripped onto his thighs as she felt his first orgasm reach her and let out a small cry, feeling the ecstasy rush over her. Snape grunted one final time and released his warm seed deep within her before collapsing. He barely held himself up with his elbows but his head was buried deep into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. They lay there in silence, both breathing roughly.

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Lucius paced around in his office, staring at the clock with narrowed eyes. He wasn't sure if he could trust Snape at all but he wanted the girl to remain healthy. He hated having to deal with sickly possessions and knew Snape was the only one fit to handle her...delicate state. Tapping his cane against the ground, Lucius stopped at stared at the ticking clock. He wondered if the girl was awake now, if she were healed enough for her to begin her life as his. His slave. He grinned at the thought. One of the Golden Trio, his slave, all his.

There was a slight knock on the door that ripped Lucius from his thoughts. Draco stood against the door frame, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his arms were crossed. "What is it Draco?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Father, don't you think it's odd that Snape practically begged for the Mudblood?"

Lucius' nose twitched as he turned and glanced at the clock. "No, I don't," he turned back to his son, "And you know why?"

"Why?" Draco asked combing his hand through his short blond hair. Lucius nodded for Draco to enter and watched as he closed the door. "Because son, Granger has a certain appeal. Did you not notice how half of the Death Eaters seemed excited when the Dark Lord decided not to kill her? She's a prized possession. Nothing more."

"Hm." His son nodded, "What do you plan on doing with her? It's not like you need anyone to share your bed with."

Lucius laughed, "Share my bed with? You talk of her like she's a common whore. No. She's far lower than that." He snapped up his cane and looked at the silver serpent's head. "I do not need to sully myself with such a woman. Perhaps you'll like her?"

"What? Me?" Draco's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. He had never thought of it. Hell, when he first heard that Lucius was given the Mudblood he half expected her to be used as some sort of cursing cushion. That was until Lucius made it apparent that he wanted her healthy, but for what? Now he understood.

"You've done well for our family, Draco." Lucius said, ignoring the dumb face Draco had plastered on. "She did beat you at every exam. Maybe you could show her what it's really like to be at the mercy of a Malfoy." Draco was silent, trying to put his thoughts together. "Unless, you're not interested." He raised his eyebrow at his son who seemed to snap out of his daze.

"NO!...no I'm interested." Draco said quickly, reaching out to Lucius only to stop half way and fold his arms. He put on a face of indifference, "When shall I expect MY mudblood?" He asked, watching as Lucius looked at the clock.

"Ten minutes."