A Dark Scenario

Chapter 24 ~ A Little Too Much Firewhisky

Snape slowly poured himself three fingers of Firewhisky, recapped the bottle and returned it to Hermione's outstretched hand with a slight frown before taking a seat in the other chair. He swirled his drink slowly, letting the amber fluid catch the firelight. It sparkled like liquid copper.

Hermione watched him savor the liquor as if hypnotized. Snape slowly brought the glass to his lips, closed his eyes then quickly tossed the glass back, his Adam's apple shifting only once as he neatly swallowed down the ambrosia. He pulled the glass away slightly, his lips still pursed, his black eyes opening slowly. Pleasure was evident there as he lowered the glass. He let out a slight rasp and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly for a moment.

Hermione was staring at him, and when he noticed, he frowned at her.

Hermione blinked, then quickly refilled her glass, offering Snape the bottle once again. Snape slowly took it, poured himself another drink and watched with a bit of distaste as Hermione quickly downed her glass and took a bite of chocolate.

"What?" Hermione asked him as she motioned for him to pass the bottle back.

Snape didn't reply. He simply handed her the bottle.


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"It's so hot in here," Hermione said, standing up and sloppily removing her robes. Snape still sat in the chair, facing her, as she drunkenly slid her arms out of her sleeves and threw the robes over toward the bed. It fell short by about six feet, but she didn't bother to retrieve it. She just plopped down into her seat and picked up the bottle of Firewhisky.

"Time for another drinky-winky," she announced.

Snape simply watched her, not saying a word as she poured yet another drink. She had him beat 2 to 1 as far as consumption went.

"Do you want another?" she asked Snape, offering him the bottle.

Snape held up his glass.

"I still have this one."

Hermione snorted.

"You can't keep up. I can drink you under the table," she told him proudly, before she hiccupped.

"That's precisely where you're going to end up if you keep guzzling down alcohol," he said quietly.

"Are you trying to tell me what to do? I hate when anybody tells me what to do . . . especially you!" Hermione declared, slamming one fist on the chair arm for emphasis.

Snape didn't answer her.

"Why don't you fucking ever talk?" Hermione demanded angrily.

Snape's black eyes glittered at her.

"You never talk about anything important. How you feel! What's going on in your life! Nothing!"

"Who do you think I am? Your girlfriend?" Snape sneered at her. "If I were inclined to discuss personal matters, which I am not, it would hardly be with you, you drunken little tart."

Hermione turned bright red.

"Tart? Did you just call me a tart?" she yelled at him. Snape looked a bit amused at her ire.

"Actually, I called you a 'drunken little tart,'" he replied, a dark smirk on his face as Hermione leaped up, swaying, trying to get into her pockets and pull out her wand. She'd show him a drunken tart, all right.

Snape watched her rifle through her robes for a minute, then said, "Are you looking for that?"

Hermione stopped rifling and her bloodshot eyes followed his extended arm and pointing index finger toward the bed. There lay her wand, on the far side of it. She looked at Snape, who looked back at her, tensing.

Hermione took off for the bed and Snape lunged after her catching her by the back of her shirt. It tore and he was left holding the garment in shock for a second as Hermione leapt for the bed, scrambling for her wand.

"Shit!" Snape breathed, jumping on to the bed and grabbing Hermione, who struggled desperately.

"Let me go, you beast!" she cried, clawing at him. But he had her wrists securely so she couldn't make contact with his face. But she was only wearing a bra now and her breasts were bouncing about rather animatedly as she fought with Snape, who managed to get all the way into the bed and drag her around so she was fully in it as well.

"I—see—I'm—going—to—have—to—" Snape said between his teeth as Hermione kicked at him. He rolled on top of her. She stilled immediately.

"Put you out," he finished, frowning down at her.

Hermione looked up at him with a glazed expression in her eyes. All the fight seemed to drain out of her as she felt his body on top of hers.

"I like the way this feels, Severus," she said in a near whisper.

Snape's eyes rounded and he quickly rolled off of Hermione, grabbing her wand in the process and springing out of the bed as if it had turned white hot. Hermione raised herself up on her elbows, the firelight flickering over her partially clad body. Her face was flushed and her hair was wild from the struggle.

"Why did you get up?" she asked him.

Snape stared at her, then pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"No! What are you going to do?" Hermione cried, starting to curl up defensively as if that would stop a hex.

"This is for your own good, Hermione," Snape said softly, then "Stupefy!"


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A/N: It's short and it's been a while but I'm trying y'all. I am completely museless and you wouldn't believe how long it took just to get this little bit out. I didn't have smokes either, so that didn't help. But I did something at least. Sorry it wasn't more. Thanks for reading anyway. ***