Reflections of Erised

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. All Characters of the Potter universe belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter Three: Know-it-all Bait

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she walked into the Gyffindor common room. Her months of studying had more then paid off when both Professor Mc Gonnagal and Flitwick had announced that any student who was properly prepared could take their final test that day. She was deeply surprised when only one other student…and Draco Malfoy at that…had taken advantage of the opportunity with her.

She sank down into one of the oversized chairs and breathed a sigh of relief. She only had six more finals remaining and two extra credit projects for both Advanced Charms and Transfigurations. Her thoughts were interrupted by the furious whispers of other students as they all glared at each other while cramming for tests: that they should have been studying for weeks if not months in advance. The sight that the common room had become was rather amusing to her. The only exception appeared to be Harry and Ron.

Ron and Harry were in a dark corner of the common room the shadows barely revealed them. Harry appeared to be in the common aggravating state of losing to Ron while playing wizard chess. Shouldn’t they be cramming with the rest of them? She glided her way over to the pair getting many angry and even killing glares from her fellow Griffindors for not having to suffer the indignity of extreme cramming. Well she would have made her way over to her friends if Neville didn’t stop her with a potions question.
Two hours and about three tutoring hours latter she made it over to Harry and Ron. Ron was putting away the chessboard and Harry was taking out some parchment.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?” She intoned to them.

Ron snorted. ”Thanks to you Mione…we don’t need to. Besides tomorrow is Herbology, and Divination is going to be a breeze!

“That’s right Hermione with the study schedule you made us and your never letting us slack on our work we are prepared for the finals.” Harry said cheerfully. Then he went back to reading the parchment. “However” he said sternly “I’m not taking a chance with Potions…I won’t allow Snape to cheat me out of one point.” Harry’s voice snapped at the end almost identically to his hated Professor.

“ Snape!” Hermione exclaimed as her hand reached into her robe pocket and took out the short cryptic message. She had forgotten about the note. How could she have been so stupid? She had to give it back, she didn’t know why the message was up his nose but it might be important. Ron quickly snagged the message form her. “Ron…give that back!” she demanded crisply.

“What’s so important about this thing?” said Ron looking at the message. “ Harry…do you know anyone whose initials are V T?”

“No I can’t say I do.”

“Give it back!” demanded Hermione dangerously.

Harry watched Hermione cautiously remembering the last time she had used that tone of voice before she clocked Malfoy across the face. “Ron?” cautioned Harry “You better give her back the paper…you don’t want to end up like Malfoy.”

“What is this about Malfoy?” inquired Ginny Wey cay casually as she glided behind Ron and plucked the paper from his grip. She looked at it before handing it to Hermione. “Why is Draco giving you notes?” she inquired.

Draco…That’s why the hand writing was familiar…She nearly memorized Draco’s sweeping style of calligraphy when they were both forced to serve detention with Mc Gonnagal in their sixth year. Ginny was right …the style was Draco’s. But why would a note from Draco be up Professor Snape’s nose?

Harry turned and looked her in the eyes it was like he was trying to penetrate her thoughts. “Hermione…what does this note have to do with Snape?”

Hermione looked down…she had a good idea, considering how the missive had been hidden it could only have to deal with the Order of the Phoenix…and if it was from Malfoy…was he a spy like Professor Snape? And the cryptic message it could only be something. Was this Voldemort’s next plan of attack? In less then a week…did he plan to attack Hogwart’s during the graduation of Harry Potter? Oh my God’s …How much time had Snape lost not receiving this note lost? She must give it back to him now! She backed up before she turned to leave. “I have to go!” She informed Harry. She turned and exited the common room swiftly but not before hearing.

“She really is mental!” From Ron.



The meeting with the headmaster had proven disastrous and the upcoming Order of the Phoenix meeting was going to be even more so, six o clock sharp tomorrow in the house of Dead dog. Wonderful a new cause of insomnia. He was making the way slowly to his office he felt no reason to rush tonight. He had to win Ms. Granger’s trust and quickly…Actually it might not be so hard…he had heard her for years defending him to Potter and Weasley. She trusted him on the merit of being her professor and as respect for Dumbledore’s judgment. However, he had to win the beginnings of her trust for himself, besides he needed information from her, information Potter would not tell him unless he made him drink veritaserum.

His hypothesis was an extreme long shot he didn’t even know why he was going to ask Hermione about it except to use the time to be in her presence more. Draco on the other hand thought the plan while revolving around certain unknown conditions was plausible. Snape hardly thought so he had even caught Neville in the north tower. It was highly doubt full the Potter still retained the state to make the highly caustic plan work.

However considering due to a rare planetary alignment the wards and magical protections on Hogwarts would be lax for one night the planned attack was more then probable. The Order had left it to him to find a way to weaken the Dark Lord.

He had come up with a different plan considering that the golden trio had always made their own plans regardless of the dangers, all he had to do was steer them in the direction he wished them to go from the beginning. He was just going to offer the book with the information. He would trust Hermione to find the information he wanted them to learn. This book contained more then the potion they would need to alter the blood to fool the dark lord. It also had darker defense against the dark arts spells that no professor could teach without immediate dismissal Potter and Weasel would probably prefer a plan that would allow them to use their much-practiced art of larceny…they were short on time. Besides the book he was going to risk for the war was a extremely rare defense against the dark arts book bordering on the dark arts itself…He didn’t even think Weasly would be able to resist it.

He picked up the book from his desk, it was a heavy dragon hide cover the old scales were butter soft and gray the volume had no title, this was no hand produced printed manuscript it was hand written and bore no title. If Potter folded one page of this book he’d Crucio him himself. Draco and his idea’s, if Potter wasn’t a virgin the plan would be useless, Snape thought grumbling. Severus uttered the words to an attraction charm over the book as he flicked his wand in the precise pattern. No they couldn’t resist it.

However he was in the beginning of his plan. He must make Ms. Granger very aware of him when she came down here. Most importantly she had to see Severus…not Professor Snape…that was going to be difficult she was a stubborn girl and he had too much fun envisioning erotic Professor fantasies. What he needed was a good reason to keep her in close proximity to him.

He shrugged aside a slight wince when acknowledged that he was going to be playing a very adult game with Hermione one she probably didn’t even know the base rules of. He would just have to teach her he thought with a wicked glint in his eyes. Wasn’t he supposed to stop being her Professor? Yet the idea of teaching Tension one hundred and one and seduction for beginners in a very rapid course to advanced classes was too tempting. Hermione learned things quickly however he was going to use her main unchangeable weakness to get by her mind. Once he bypassed her mind he could work on influencing her emotions and desires.

Snape entered his private chambers through his office and changed out of his teaching robes. He took a quick bath, as always it was difficult to remove potion residue from fine hair. His hands scrubbed his head vigorously to remove the residue as always he could never remove the film left by the fumes. He walked out of the water closet stalking to the mirror to view Poppies earlier handiwork. Was it his imagination or did every time the Dark Lord brake his nose Poppy made it shorter. The left side of his face was healed and only the faint trace of a scar could be seen under his chin. Snape accio’d a floor length black terry robe to his hand. Before he donned it and stalked to his armoire to change.

A soft knocking rap was heard on his dungeon door it had to be Hermione. Step one was to bring his prey to unfamiliar territory…she was too polite to lurk in doorways or talk to doors. Teachers did not answer doors in bathrobes and he was certainly aware of the level of intimacy Hermione would feel by seeing him so attired. He looked down at his robe black….What would unsettle her. With a grimace he charmed his bathrobe crimson. Oh gods this is nearly Gryffindor red. Wasn’t red his favorite color before Hogwarts? Yes another reason to deduct points. However he knew that red brought a flush to his skin that black or green could never accomplish. All he had to do was keep her on edge till she fell in his lap…too easy.

“Come in.,” he snapped



Hermione in front of the door because she was a member of the Order the headmaster had revealed to her the whereabouts of Professor Snape’s rooms…she just never thought she’d ever use that information. Here she was in front of the door to his private chambers. After the headmaster had given her this information Snape had glared at her for an entire month.

She knocked on the door tentatively. He snarled a reply he didn’t sound good already how was she going to survive. Remember you’re a Gyffindor you’re brave she thought as she opened the door to Snape’s private rooms. She opened the door. Did the creek the door made have to sound like the opening or closing of a coffin? She opened the door and looked inside the room. It was only one room one incredibly large room the view his windows captured of the Lake was breathtaking.

“Well… Do you plan on lurking in my doorway all day? He said snidely

Hermione hurriedly came fully into his rooms and closed the heavy door behind her.
With a sound that did indeed sound like a coffin closing she realized for the second time in one day she was alone with a barely dressed Snape. At least he has clothing this time she thought, she didn’t know if she was disappointed about this. And was that a Gryffindor red bathrobe? Who would believe?

“Professor.” She looked at him that was a mistake his eyes caught her and an awareness of him that she barely glanced at in over six years of potion classes was laid raw for her. Before she had seen mostly his injuries now he looked…different, standing before her his hair curling wetly around his face in only a bathrobe he still looked evil she thought. But the sensuality he commanded by having his hands in the pockets drew attention to his hips and…oh my God’s she was looking at her Professor’s groin. She looked up into his black eyes, which were glittering with amusement. “Professor? Shouldn’t you change?”

“Mrs. Granger I am in my own rooms.” He inferred coolly as he swept to his highboy: He took out some clothes but Hermione was to busy watching the hug of his robe to notice. “You are the one intruding on my space.” He stated in a soft accusatory tone. Her eyes shot back to his, a flush covering her cheeks. Did Professor Snape just catch her che…looking at him? This was going to be humiliating she thought.

“Yes Professor.” She said. That was incredibly stupid she thought. He stood tall and very close in front of her; How did he get that close without her notice? She looked down form his eyes only to be confronted with the top of his partially open robe. His skin was very pale but he had nice wide shoulders and he did have a subtle musculature, which she rather liked. What are you bloody thinking Mione! She heard an echo of Ron’s voice shouting in her head. No! Ron couldn’t be in her head otherwise the sound of retching would soon follow that sentiment.

“However your right.” Her head shot up, looking into his eyes. Did the Professor just admit she was right about something…what was it. Thank Gods this wasn’t a potions class; her inattention would have lost points for Gyffindor. “My state of dress is inappropriate.” Oh yes that; to be honest she kind of liked it. “ Now Ms. Granger if you would kindly take a seat over there.” He gestured to a shadowed grouping of chairs the same way he usually gestured with a wand for the directions to potions. “ I will return shortly, and you will tell me…” He looked at her then quirked an eyebrow. “What is such pressing business, that you took it upon yourself to search me out…after curfew.”

That said he turned around and went to a closed door she didn’t notice before…it must be a water closet. Hermione walked in the direction he had pointed. The professor did not have a fireplace he had a brazier on the far side of his loft finally she found the green that she had been searching for in his furnishings. Soft supple hunter green leather chairs: when she sat on one she sank into it comfortably. She had sat in a chair that was farther away from the fire a larger chair sat across from her and when she looked out the window she could see the squid doing back strokes in the moonlight. Before her on a small ebony table was a medium sized gray book. It looked like it was bound in dragon skin and looked unquestionably hand made- she felt compelled to reach out for it.

Severus closed the door behind him and leaned back. What was he doing? Changing her perspective of him was going to be more difficult then he thought…he couldn’t out -of- the-blue start being nice to her, even she would find that highly suspect. There had to be a middle ground - The Order. Speak to her as a fellow Order member…yes he thought as he changed in to black trousers and a white silk shirt. That is not going to be suspicious.

He brought himself to look in the mirror his own eyes glared back at him his hair looked a little better then normal. Well he wasn’t ever going to win witch’s weekly greatest smile award. He scrutinized his body…well clothed he had a more them decent build he thought…however without clothing his scars were the things of nightmares. He should know the memories of how he received those scars went deeper then the flesh and contributed to his insomnia. There was no harm in letting Hermione wait for a while, she was in unfamiliar territory and her nerves would unsettle her-exactly how he wanted her. Besides his mind reminded him he needed this information on Potter, he snorted that was a lark…famous Harry Potter still a virgin…Draco and his dunderheaded concepts. Well time to spar with the know-it-all.

Professor Snape came out of the door. It really unnerved her to see him wearing anything but his volumous teachers robes. She supposed that black pants and a red silk shirt were as close as the professor would ever call casual attire. She looked in to his eyes as he came closer…how could she ever think they were cold. His skin wasn’t sallow at all just rather light with a slight flush. The shirt loosely hugged his sloped shoulders giving him a very elegant appearance. He sat down lightly though almost like a great jungle cat still poised to pounce at any moment.

“Well…Ms. Granger?” He inquired silkily from the shadows of his chair.

How could she tell him? He would be angry. His anger at Harry would pale in comparison to her after this idiocy. She looked sharply at the door…it was to far away. She was certain Snape would reach her before she even bounded off the chair. Why the bloody hell did she sit down…she was that much further from the door. And he knew it she realized…was he playing with her. She shivered…what had she done to attract his attention.

“Ms. Granger” He said a little caustically. “If you do not inform me why you’re here,” he threatened in a velvet voice. “ I will only have to assume it was for the company.”

“No Professor!” My that was kind of rude. “ I mean…I didn’t come for the company…not that anyone wouldn’t it’s just…”

“Well!” He snapped softly.

“Well…you …see.”

“I don’t see anything Ms. Granger…” He said as he rose from his chair and came towards hers. He moved rather slowly…yet she was frozen in the chair as he approached he knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin with a long graceful hand. “Tell me!” He demanded in a whiskey voice.

Her throat felt very fragile under his fingers. She took a deep breath. “I came to return something of yours.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

She reached into her robes and pulled out the note. She handed it to him his free hand took it and deftly slipped it in a pocket. She breathed and felt her throat flex around his hand. His liquid eyes were drawing her in…she was falling into a pool of black She looked down in an attempt to escape what she was feeling. She met with his lips he had a rather wide mouth with a sharply defined upper lip his bottom lip however was lean yet full. Her breath caught and her stomach felt hollow at this realization. She bit her bottom lip unconsciously as she felt his fingers spread to touch the tip of her ear. The caress felt charged. Her breath caught as she found herself following some unnamed instinct that she had no control of, closing her eyes she leaned forward and touched her lips to his.

His mouth was warm against hers his bottom lip was very giving as he allowed her chaste kiss to last for awhile then coaxed her a little closer with his thumb rubbing back and forth softly under her jaw bone. She inhaled sharply at the eroticism of the embrace and his tongue ran across the slightest bit inside her bottom lip. Her heart pounded he tasted like cardomen and black tea, a rather rich yet dark taste with a spicy bite to it. Her chest felt tight as she reached up to pull him down on her, She reached up to him and entangled her fingers in his incredibly silky hair. His hair ran through her fingers like a silken curtain she heard him groan softly into her mouth as she touched the tip of his ear.

His hand caressed downwards against her pulsing throat as if he were trying to memorize every texture. She found herself slipping her hand from the tip of his ear in a broad sweep down to the pounding pulse in his neck…his breathing was uneven. He looked at her with sparkling black eyes like a sleepy cat awakened by a nap that doesn’t know to attack or just enjoy the sensation, she touched his pulse softly and he closed his eyes and groaned deeply he pushed against her hand in an almost feline matter.

What was she doing? She was snogging Professor Snape in his own rooms. She was also enjoying every minute of it…no one had ever responded like that to her. Of coarse she had only kissed three boys passionately Victor, some muggle boy, and Harry (during a moment of insanity after drinking a bottle of ancient Ogden’s found in the house of Black before their sixth year). She dared her hand to lower under his pulse to the beginning of his collarbone; she spread her hand wide against his…hot flesh. He was very hot.

His mouth skillfully pressed down on hers as he licked around her lips as she felt his other hand hot on her hip his hand width spread to the indent of her belly button. He raised himself over her and her hand on his collar bone slipped to a shoulder as he ran his hand slowly up her neck: he softly guided her neck to the left as he traced his mouth away from her lips to her jaw. Hot moisture burned her earlobe as he teased it between his teeth; her pulse beat more wildly under his hand, which had found a slight gap between her skirt and shirt to touch a sliver of her bare skin.

Her skin wasy smy smooth…and willing under his hand. He was supposed to ask her something very important about the Order but he couldn’t remember. She tasted very sweet her natural pheromones combining with the scent of her arousal into a heady mixture that had him using all his control not to throw her on the rug. Her hand clasped in his hair felt too good her thumb was moving teasingly in a circle on his shoulder. The flesh on her belly was supple yet firm her skin was soft as butterfly silk his hand teased up her shirt until he spread his bare palm over her belly. His thoughts made his arousal painful, especially in the now tight black trousers he was wearing. He kissed his way down to her pulse and sampled her neck with his tongue, she tasted subtly different everywhere and he loved it. Gods he wanted to taste her.

She was having trouble breathing let alone thinking her thighs felt liquid as his mouth bore down on hers again this time with more ferocity. His firm upper lip pressed insistently on hers and she opened her mouth as he swept his tongue in possessively. She felt his hand glide from her stomach down to legs to his skirt. He wasn’t going to? She should stop this she should stop this right now.

His other hand teased the bottom of her skirt too. Both his hands massaged her thighs skimming her skirt up a little bit at a time…by that point she didn’t care. Her thighs were burning and she felt liquid between her thighs…she wanted something. Her hips rose involuntarily pushing into his hands, which were massaging the inside of her thighs. She nearly shot out of the chair when a finger pressed against her wet panties and rubbed in a circle with gentle pressure. She moaned into his mouth as his ministrations continued his other hand continued coaxing her thighs to widen by massaging and teasing them. She whimpered into his mouth as the tingling in her thighs became more intense. She started raising her hips into his touch and his fingers were wet from the dampness that seeped through her thin cotton barrier.

“I have to taste you.” He purred into her mouth in a voice that sounded like torn silk.

“You are tasting me.” Her voice came out breathy and broken

She felt his lips turn up against hers.” No not yet…Hermione. I want to taste your essence…I want your thighs spread for me.” Her breath caught …what was he saying.” I want to tease your clit with my mouth, taste your juices as you scream my name I want to feel you sweet writhe against me.” He breathed against her ear, his voice rumbled silky yet rough. She was breathing harder…his rough words had made her want.

Her eyes opened wide nearly as black as his with the smallest rim of tawny gold. He ignored this and pressed his thumb with more pressure against her mound, she moaned. He skillfully skimmed her skirt up and her panties down, they caught on her beautifully curved thighs and he moaned. He could imagine them around his waist, pressed together as he took her from behind, even over his shoulders. She looked down as if not realizing her thighs were spread before him they shook a little. He knelt between her thighs and kissed one. She looked ready to run.

“Shhh.” He whispered against one as he felt her trembling change to desire. He licked up her thigh she hissed out a caught breath. She smelled divine. He replaced his thumb with tongue and she whimpered in surprise. She was liquid and heat around his tongue her taste reminded him of a very tangy lime meringue. Her flicked her clit experimentally watching what made her squirm, rejoicing with untold joy as both her hands grasped through his hair holding him to her bucking wetness. Her breath was gasping as she rode out the beginnings of orgasm he was giving her.

“Sev…Sev…rus” She panted in a moan like scream. He smiled against her then applied slightly more pressure he wanted her to come in his mouth wanted to feel her contractions shaking his hands holding her…She had said his name. Her breath caught bouncing her breasts…he did regret not paying any attention to them, but promised himself he would make up for it latter. Her breath came out harshly and her thighs tensed he flicked his tongue on her clit deliberately controlling and delighting in her shudders of orgasm, she looked at his eyes as she went over the edge and he couldn’t help the possessiveness he felt as her eyes became unseeing. “Sev…rus!” She screamed. He teased her into convulsions over and over again. He slowly slipped a finger inside her; she was so wet and tight. He had to feel her muscles contract around some part of him. He was quite aware of the pain he had caused himself by teasing himself like that
He wanted inside.

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