Chaotic Bashness

Chapter 3

Taken for Granted


What had he done??


Hermione was still wrapped around him, and Snape was still holding her as tightly as he could.


“Miss Granger! Miss Granger! Hermione!! GRANGER!!!!

She was dead, and he knew it!


He killed her and now he was going to Azkaban for life, Dumbledore would see to it. All he could do was yell her name and hope to God she still had a pulse.

Professor Snape was trapped. He couldn’t take her Pomfrey. She would ask too many questions. His mind wasn’t straight enough to deal with her. His personal chambers…no…. definitely not. The news of Hermione would spread too quickly; Dumbledore would wonder why she was taken to his rooms.


He looked extly cly calm and collected outwardly, but on the inside he was in a dead panic. He’d never get the Defense Against the Dark Arts job now that he’s killed one of his best students. (Author’s note: Did he say “one of the best?” Oh gosh, he did. Hee hee Snape is so adorable! Boy is he being dramatic! What’s up with that?)


“I’ll get Pomfrey!” A student said.


“What’s up? What’s happened to her? Said another.


“Is she okay?”


“That was weird. She just…fainted!”


Snape’s mind was running stupid. He HAD to do something. His head spun because he was thinking to hard. Pomfrey. That’s his only option. He could make up an excuse. No one saw him drop the vial into Miss Granger’s cauldron. Damn it, he was a death eater for the Dark Lord after all, he could surely deal with some pompous nurse.


He turned her to her side then lifter her like she weighted nothing. When he stood all he saw was a sea of faces.


“Filthy mudblood. It’s about time she killed over.” Draco hissed.


“Get OUT of my way!” Snape blared. “Someone alert Professor McGonagall!”


A student opened the chamber door for him as he exited quickly. Classes won’t be out for another 15 minutes so he would still be able to reach Poppy very quickly…or so he thought.


“PEEVES!!!! I do NOT have the time for this!! Do you see Granger? She’s is ill and I nee----“ Snape, watching Peeves instead of where we was walking, fell over his own robes. (( “Graceful” Snape, VERY “graceful”! *author rolls her eyes* )

In a moment’s decision he decided it wouldn’t be the best idea to fall on top of Granger. Shifting Hermione’s weight quickly they crashed against the floor with a loud thud. Peeves burst out cackling. During the fall Snape’s head had hit hard against the stone floor and Hermione’s forehead went flying against his bottom lip causing it to split open.


“Greasy, yucky Snape…Tripped on his cape! Do do do do thwatttthhhhh!”

Peeve got right up to Snape’s face and begun to blow raspberries. In any situations regarding Snape, it was the wrong thing to do. Snape’s eyes snapped up and locked with Peeves’. If looks could kill Peeves would have croaked right then and there. Too bad for Snape though. Peeves was already dead.


“ IF you don’t FUCK off I swear I will send you over the threshold to HELL!!”


Peeves hung there a bit, inhaled, stuck his tongue out at Snape, huffed, and then bounced out screaming though the corridors and out of sight. The professor leaned his head down.


“Miss Granger, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”


She didn’t answer.


“Granger?”


How long has she not been breathing for? He reached for her wrist. There was still a pulse, though weak. Where the bloody hell was his wand when he really needed it? Rolling on top of her, his legs fell between hers; he began to shake her violently.


‘Think Severus, THINK!’ She needs to get air somehow. That’s when it clicked. He could breath for her. Granger’s mouth was already hanging open as Snape clasped his mouth around hers gently breathing into her lungs. It wasn’t working. In his last desperate attempt he placed his hand over her nose to hold the oxygen in as he breathed into her for a second time.


It was working. He could feel her chest rise against his as he blew air into her. Hermione began to cough so suddenly that Snape thought his heart had stopped.


His legs were still between hers as Snape lifted her up to straddle his lap. His knees spread wide beneath her to keep her stable. One arm was wrapped around her waist while the other hand clawed at her blouse trying to get it open so she could breathe more efficiently. Her blouse buttons went flying as her breasts came into view. Hermione’s writhing around on his lap was making him hard. This was neither the time nor the place to get an erection. His hand went to his pants to adjust himself.


Hermione’s eyes were rolling around. She could barely make out where she was. Snape seemed angry. She must have missed a step while making her potion. She must have poisoned herself when she tested it. She was tired after all, and no one, not even herself, is perfect.


“Hermione.” He called to her gaspingly.


“Miss Granger are you alright? Can you hear me? Granger.” He cupped the back of her head with his hand.


“Speak, say something. Let me know you’re okay.”

“I’m s..sorry…prof-fesor.” Hermione forced out a little above a whisper.


“Sorry? For what? Nevermind. Don’t answer that. Come on, we’ve got to get you to the hospital wing. Do you think you can stand?”


She tried to stand up from Snape’s lap but her body was too heavy for her to hold. She collapsed back down onto him.


“Argh.” Snape growled as he doubled over in pain; his head leaning against Hermione’s chest. That’s theond ond time she’s nearly crushed his manhood. Granger leaned back and Snaped had to wrap both arms around her waist just to hold her up. It seems that he was just going to have to carry her like this the rest of the way.


He muttered to Miss Granger to cross her legs around his hips so that he could pick her up; and with a little coxing he did just so. Snape began to make his way up to the hospital wing.


Hermione was just becoming more focused when she noticed the blood on her lips.


“Why am I bleeding?” She whispered into Snape’s ear. “Did I fall?”


“Twice actually.” Professor Snape muttered tonguing his bottom lip tasting the blood. He was bleeding profusely and it was starting to run down his chin.


“If I was the one who fell then why are you bleeding?”


“I…what?” Hermione couldn’t see Snape’s mouth; he didn’t know how she knew he was bleeding. Snape pulled his hand from holding Hermione to him and ran it through his hair at the back of his head. She was right. He was bleeding.


“To be honest, Granger…I fell the second time because I was tripped trying to get you to the hospital wing; but thought it best to NOT fall on you…and,” Snape inhaled, “while I was trying to hold you up to keep YOU from falling I hit my head.” Snape paused.


“I bet that made you happy.” He began slurring sarcastically under his breath. “Little Miss Hermione Granger made her idiot of a potions teacher bleed without even the use of her wand. Made your day didn’t it, Granger?”


Hermione heard every word Snape was muttering but made no effort to correct him. She actually felt terrible putting him through that situation. The thought that he might hate her now made her stomach lurch. True, she never favored Snape. Sure, she would like to bitch slap him now and then; but making him bleed after he was trying to help her made Hermione feel even worse then she really wanted to and she didn’t know why.


They spent the rest of the way in silence. Finally they made it to the hospital wing. He lifted Hermione off from his waist and leaned her up against corrcorridor wall. Snape struggled to open the door but when he tried Hermione kept slipping down the wall, still too weak hold herself up.


“Excuse me, Miss Granger.” He stuck a knee between her legs to act as a seat for her as he thrust his hips close against her to better keep her from sliding to the cold floor. She could ATLEAST help him. He should just leave her here on the doorstep with a note pinned to her robes saying he found her like this. Snape sighed. Potter and Weasly would surely tell Pomphey what the heard happened to her when they visit the Hermione in the hospital wing, and he, Severus, would get lectured for just abandoning her.


The door swung open and Snape, more annoyed than angry, carried Hermione haphazardly through the hospital wing and threw her on to a bed.


“Pomfrey!!” He waited. “Pomfrey!!!”


“Another mishap in potions, Severus?” Poppy had appeared from her back office glaring at the professor.


“No.” Said Snape sharply. “Aparently Miss Granger has been overworking herself the past few weeks. She showed up late then collapsed during my class.”


Poppy rushed to the girl’s side looked her over then disappeared towards the back of the hospital. She returned quickly with a bottle and goblet.


“Severus, lift her head for me.”


Snape walked over and helped Hermione lift herself forward so that Pomfrey could administer the medicine. After drinking, Hermione fell back against the bed.


“Poppy, she’s stopped breathing again!”


“Relax Professor. That remedy I gave her will knock her out for a couple of days. She needs all the rest she can get. You know, it’s very curious.” Pomfrey looked up suspiciously at Severus then back again to Hermione noticing the blood on both their lips, making a mental note of it. She pulled a blanket up over Hermione to cover her exposed breasts. \'That\'s a bit odd.\' Poppy thought.


“What’s curious?” His lip curled.


“The way her body moves, it seems like she’s been running or doing some kind of strenuous activity.”


Snape knew she would suspect something. How could he tell her? Hermione Granger was passed out because she consumed an extreme dose of orgasm potion mixed with happiness draught. It was a miracle she was still alive. Of course it seems like she just ran a marathon, orgasms tend to do that to people. Especially in the dosage that Granger had received. Only one drop was meant to be administered and instead, Hermione got the whole damn bottle.


“I don’t know what she was doing before my class. She was late; need I remind you. What she does in her own time is her own business; and I for one could care less.”
“Wow“Wow Professor, that’s some bedside manner you’ve got there.” She winked up at him. Severus rolled his eyes.


“I have things I need to take care of.” Snape turned to leave in a hurry.


“Professor! What happened to you? Why are you bleeding like that?” Poppy rushed to his side pulling out a handkerchief from her smock.


“I’m fine! You don’t need to do that. Madame Pomfrey!” Snape wrestled away from her.


“I tripped carrying Miss Granger up here and when I fell I hit my head. I’m a big boy, Poppy. I think I can handle it. I’ll leave you to her now.” He billowed out and made his way down to his chambers with a very nasty headache starting to develop.

Professor Snape awoke the next day a bit earlier than he really would have liked to. He couldn’t sleep. It was his fault Miss Granger was in the hospital. Was it true? Did he really feel (dare I say it)…guilty?


He leaned up in bed and began to twist his ebony hair around his long talented fingers. He fell asleep last night having forgotten what had started the entire mess to begin with. Thinking back on it now, he really didn’t know if Hermione was trying to play with him or not. This was all just a very big mistake on his part.


He thought of his student. Her hand making it’s way up her silky thighs to her panties. Severus’s cock jerked and a tent had begun to form in the sheets. Snape needed some kind of release. Hermione got hers yesterday.


Severus reached down and begun to stroke his rock hard erection through the sheets of his bed. He was so stiff that it was painful. Snape’s breathing began to stager as his hand moved faster and faster thinking of Miss Granger grinding against him yesterday. His moans started to get more pronounced as he used one arm to balance him against the headboard.


“Hermione.” He panted.


No. This is wrong. He shouldn’t be thinking of a student that way. She was in the hospital and it was all because of him. Now he was jerking off thinking about how it all happened. He felt disgusted with himself and pulled his hand away from his aching cock.


He was still hard as he got dressed to leave for breakfast when a knock at the door changed everything.

“Professor Snape?” It was Filch.


“Dumbledore wishes a word with you in his office. It’s about the Granger girl.”


“What about her?” Snape yelled at him. His arousal was beginning to hurt him profusely now.


“There’s some rumors sir floating through the school, sir.”


“AND?? Filch this REALLY isn’t the time. Tell him I shall see him after my classes.” He was trying to pull his pants over his bulging erection.


“Sir, it’s a but more serious than I think you realize.”


“So what is it then?!”


“Dumbledore believes you may have…raped Miss Granger.”


Snape went limp.


TO BE CONTINIUED!!!!
Well, this being my first smut, I do believe it isn’t that bad. Any feedback would be very welcome indeed. Any guesses as to what’s going to happen next?
Don\'t you just love Snape when he\'s all bloody and suffering? *sigh*