Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 28 ~ Next Day Conversations

Snape awoke aware of being wrapped around something warm. He opened his black eyes and realized with horror that Miss Granger was still here. He turned his head and looked at the time. It was a quarter to seven in the morning. Shit! She had stayed the whole night. Thank goodness it was Saturday. The witch’s back was curled against him, her ass pressed into his loins, and he was spooned around her. Gods. This was not good. But then his cock woke up. Maybe this was good.

Hermione was sound asleep when the Potions Master thrust hard into her, wrapping his arms around her body and holding her securely in place as he stroked her. Hermione woke with a scream as he tore into her, grunting lewdly, taking advantage of her presence. It was rare he got this kind of relief for his morning hard-on, and he was enjoying it.

“Professor!” Hermione panted, “What are you doing?”

“Fucking you, you silly chit,” he panted back at her, speeding up as he felt release coming.

He gave Hermione several more deep thrusts then stiffened, pushing himself in her as far as he could and releasing with a groan. It hadn’t lasted long, but it was good. For him at least. Hermione hadn’t come this time. He pulled out of her with a sigh. Hermione moved away from him and rolled on her back, her head turned toward him.

“What time is it?” she asked him as his breathing slowed. She felt used, and her voice reflected it, much to the Potions Master’s delight. Hell, he had been left hanging. Why not her?

“It is time for you to get dressed and get out, Miss Granger,” he replied, rolling out of the bed and walking into the bathroom. Hermione heard him take a long, powerful piss. Then he walked back out and looked at her.

“Still in my bed, Miss Granger? Out! Now!” he said, reaching over and grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her out. She landed on the floor and looked at him scowling.

“I’m going,” she said, retrieving her wand and scourifying herself. Her hair was a mess.

“Do you mind if I use the loo?” she said to him, frowning.

The Potions Master started to tell her to hold it, but shrugged and gestured toward the bathroom with exaggerated gallantry. She snorted and walked into the bathroom, Snape’s eyes on her ass. He felt a little throb below.

“No, that’s enough indulgence,” he told himself.

Hermione was taking a little too long in the bathroom so he walked in to find her brushing her hair…with his brush.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, walking up to her menacingly, “that’s my brush.”

Hermione looked at him calmly as she continued to brush her hair.

“You can’t expect me to walk through Hogwarts with my hair tangled up like a rat’s nest, do you?” she replied.

“If I remember correctly, you did that for six years,” the Potions Master said snidely, watching his brush tame the tangles in the witch’s hair.

“Five,” she corrected, “I couldn’t manage it then, and besides, I would have brought my own brush if I had known you were going to abduct me and have me spend the night.”

“What? You think I WANTED you to stay here overnight?” he sputtered, amazed she’d assume anything so insane.

“Yes. Why else am I here then?” she asked.

“You are here, Miss Granger, simply because I fell asleep before I could kick you out,” he retorted, his nostrils flared.

Hermione looked in the mirror. Her hair was relatively presentable now. She turned to look at him.

“I fell asleep before you did, Professor. You could have woke me up and made me leave. Why didn’t you?” she asked him, her amber eyes leveled on his astounded face.

“I figured I’d let you recover a bit first,” he said lamely.

Hermione gave him a little half-smile and walked out the bathroom. He followed her as she gathered her clothes together and got dressed.

“And I am pretty sure you were spooned around me this morning. That’s how you got such easy access,” she said, slipping on her panties.

The Potions Master’s face grew black with rage.

“I was not ‘spooned’ around you, Miss Granger,” he lied.

Hermione was putting on her bra.

“Really, so what do you call it?” she asked as she put on her blouse and started buttoning it.

“You had backed up to my side of the bed, and spooned into me,” he said stiffly. It was true to a point. Hermione had been on his side of the bed when he woke.

Hermione pulled on her skirt

“It doesn’t matter, Professor. I’m leaving now,” she said, pulling on her robes and fastening them. She turned and let her eyes sweep over his naked body.

“I think you kind of liked being ‘dominated’ by me last night, Professor. Maybe you should give me more opportunities in the future. I bet you’d like being tied up,” she said, exiting his bedroom, leaving him standing there, astonished.

He followed after her.

“I assure you Miss Granger, I would not like being bound and at your mercy,” he said to her back as she walked toward the open bookshelf. He had forgotten to close it and to ward the office door. Anyone could have come in. How could he let the little chit distract him so much?

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, Professor,” she said, rather seductively, shooting him a rather hot look before exiting through the bookshelf. It closed behind her. She must have pushed the book back in place.

The Potions Master stood there, staring at the closed entrance. Maybe he shouldn’t have let her take the top last night. It seemed to have gone to her head. Ah, well. He’d fuck the notion of dominating him out of her system the next time he had her. Tied up? Him? Never. He’d never give her or any woman that much control. He headed back to his room, intending on taking a nice warm shower.

Tied up indeed. Hmph.

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Hermione felt presentable enough to go directly to breakfast. She headed for the main hall. There were quite a few students heading for breakfast this early for a weekend. Then she remembered, it was a Hogsmeade weekend, so those who were going to visit the village were up early. Hermione walked into the Great Hall, and was immediately aware of students looking at her strangely. She straightened, and walked to the Gryffindor table. Ron and Harry were there, and both were looking at her quite seriously. She sat down between them.

“What’s up, Hermione?” Harry said, giving her a small smile.

Hermione looked at him.

“I think maybe I should ask you that. Why is everyone looking at me and whispering?” she asked.

“A Ravenclaw claimed you cast the Imperious curse on him last night, Hermione,” Ron said in a low voice. “You didn’t did you?”

Hermione scowled at Ron.

“Of course I didn’t. Don’t be stupid, Ron. Anyone who casts an Unforgivable automatically alerts the Ministry, and Aurors apparate to the place the curse was cast,” she said dismissively.

“Yeah, but…you can’t apparate in Hogwarts,” Ron countered.

“Then they would have come to the gates and been let in,” Hermione said, reaching for a sausage. She was hungry. She took a bite of sausage and looked at Ron, scowling as she chewed.

“Ron, why do you always have to believe the worst about me? You’re my friend. You’re supposed to be on my side,” she said. Ron had the decency to hang his head.

“You’re right, Hermione. I’m sorry,” he said.

Harry looked at the witch.

“So what did happen last night?” he asked Hermione.

“My powers worked for me!” she whispered excitedly. “The Ravenclaw and his girlfriend took off running when I caught them shagging, and I dropped my wand. I yelled after them, telling them to stop and come back, and they did. When I yelled at them I felt something like a powerful rush of water surging through me. It was awesome.”

Both Ron and Harry looked at her with their mouths open.

“Wow, Hermione!” Ron said loudly, attracting even more attention.

“Ron! Ssssh!” both Harry and Hermione hissed at him.

“Sorry,” Ron said sheepishly.

At that precise moment, the Great Hall went completely silent.

A tall shadow fell over the group of friends. Startled they looked up into the unsmiling face of the Headmaster. He stood there, looking down at Hermione.

“Miss Granger, we need to talk, now,” he said soberly.

Hermione swallowed.

“Yes sir,” she said, rising from the bench.

She followed him out of the main doors, just as Snape walked in the staff entrance. His sharp black eyes quickly saw the witch following the Headmaster, looking as if she were going to the gallows.

“What now?” he breathed as they exited the Great Hall.

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A/N: Wow. Wonder what Albus wants. This can’t be good. Please review.