Dark Dance

Chapter 3

Discoveries

At 7:45,Hermione made her way back down to the dungeons with a smirk on her face. She was going to get a reaction out of a one Severus Snape tonight. Be it a good or bad one, she just wanted to see him snap out of that iron clad control of his. Her plan of action so far, being to pester him as much as she could and maybe plant a big wet one on him and see what kind of reaction she could get.

It was driving her insane watching and wanting him day after day. She would live for the moments when he would pass her in the halls, her heart would speed up and her breath would hitch in her throat. She loved watching the way he spoke and moved in class and more often than not , lately had her running to her room for a change of panties. He was so intimidating and mysterious, so sexy and brilliant. For the life of her she couldn’t imagine how she had thought him a greasy, ugly git before, when she was younger.
She had developed a respect for him and all he had done for the order and Hogwarts. Knew he placed his life on the line. It was very heroic, what he did, she thought and he never gets the credit he deserves.

It was frustrating, she wanted him so bad. It was a constant ache, a longing that wouldn’t go away. No matter how much she immersed herself in her books and learning. Her self-induced orgasms starring him, just were not the same and she wanted the real thing. And now that he knew that she had thought of him during her masturbatory session the other day and he hadn’t made any comments about it. No lecture about schoolgirl crushes and such that she had been expecting to hear, had her wondering if he too maybe might feel something for her. One can only hope she thought. As she raised her hand to knock on the door.

“Enter” she heard and stepped into the room.

“Ms. Granger for your detention tonight you will be brewing the Veritaserum potion. The instructions are on the board, you may begin. And you are not to leave until it is finished, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” Hermione replied as she turned to gather what she would need.
Snape went to sit behind his podium.

Wow she thought, he trusts me with brewing the truth potion. He must think I am capable enough to allow her to brew a potion this complex. It was heartening that he thought that highly of her. It was actually an unspoken compliment.
“Thank you,... Sir.” Hermione said.
“For what? He sneered.
“For having faith in me to brew a potion this advanced.”

“Do not thank me yet, you may find yourself wanting to curse me after you learn how much precision and accuracy are needed to complete this potion. Although it does not require the length of time to complete as if say.....Polyjuice? He said with raised eyebrow. “It still may be too complicated, even for you.”

“Oh shit he found out about that did he?” Oh well, nothing to be done about it now. Anyway
I will show him I am up to the task. Hermione thought. Her determination to always prove herself coming through.


She immediately got to work gathering all of the ingredients she would need for the potion. Took out a cauldron and lit the flame then proceeded to chop the ends of the Jobberknoll feathers needed for the serum.
Chopping and thinking of ways to put her plan in motion, and not coming up with anything as of yet. It was one thing to think about doing something and yet another being here in the same room with him and gather up the courage to do so.

She chanced a look at him and found to her surprise that he was staring straight at her. Heart rate racing in overdrive, she stared back. Actually he was starring at her but looked lost in thought like he was looking through her. Just then she saw him jerk and gasp, then he started to rub his left forearm. He immediately got up and went into his office. A few moments later he came back into the room and stated.

“Ms. Granger I will be finishing my work in my office and do not wish to be disturbed for any reason.”
If you can manage to brew the potion correctly, you may leave the vials on my desk and may return to your rooms after you have cleaned up. Good night.” He said turning away and slamming the door.

“What, no good night kiss ? “Well so much for her plan.” She thought. Would have to wait for another day she sighed and returned to her potion. She knew by what had just happened that he was possibly being summoned and hoped everything went well.

About an hour later she ran into a problem with the potion and needed a reference book or his input, if he was still here. As there were not any books in the lab that would pertain to it. Since he had written out the instructions on the board. She wondered if she should dare disturb him if he was in his office. Making her decision she walked to the office door and knocked lightly. “Professor..” No answer
She knocked again “Professor Snape I need your help on something” nothing.

She turned the handle and was surprised to see the door open. Walking in she realized he wasn’t here. Trying to ignore all the slimy jars on the shelves, she scanned the bookshelves until she found a book that she thought would help her with her question and as she turned around to leave she noticed a small light coming from out of the cabinet on the far wall. Curiously she made her way over to it and opened the cabinet to see what it was causing the strange light and noticed it was a pensieve sitting on the shelf.

Harry had told her and Ron in their fifth year what he had seen in the pensieve, when Snape was teaching him Occlumency. So she guesses that Snape was summoned and probably did not want Voldemort to see his private memories. If the Dark Lord decided to practice legilimency on him he would most likely want to keep them safe in the pensieve. Or so he thought.
She knew the right thing to do would be to close the door and head back to the class room. But curiosity got the better of her and besides, he had spied on her and witnessed her in an embarrassing situation. So she grabbed the pensieve and very carefully set it on the desk. Hermione watched the swirling silver threads in the bowl. She didn’t want to be pulled totally in like Harry said had happened. At least not right away. She just wanted a glimpse of what went on in that mind of his.
So she cast a sticking charm and leaned forward.
All of a sudden it was dark then she began to see flashes and images of random memories. She saw flashes of Snape as a toddler, saw him as a young teenager there was a woman she guessed to be his mother showing him how to make a potion. Next then of a severe looking man no doubt his father, cursing and beating that same woman, watching a younger Snape sitting in a corner feeling helpless that he could do nothing to help her.
“One day father I swear you will not hurt us any longer.” he exclaimed after a beating his father had given him for not living up to his standards. Flashes of school. The humiliation from his classmates. His father telling him he was worthless, an abomination and a disgrace to pureblood wizards, his father yelled at him.
Flashes of Lily Evans, secretly admiring her for standing up for him. The only person who ever did. Falling in love with her only to see James Potter win her in the end. Flash of him trying not to grimace as the dark mark was seared to his arm. Flash of his father dying , never once hearing a word of love and acceptance from him.
Of Dumbledore placing a comforting arm around a young weeping man. Flashes of good deeds gone unnoticed by all. Subtly helping students and helping in causes for the good of the wizarding world seeking retribution for past mistakes. Craving acceptance and recognition denied him in childhood. Snape relaying information for the Order of Phoenix The images kept flashing quickly, she tried to make sense of them all but couldn‘t. She figured he must not have had a happy childhood, but didn’t until now realize the extent of it. She counted herself lucky to have a loving family and felt her heart go out to him. Suddenly she seen flashes of recent happenings. Finally coming to end at the dance room she removed the sticking charm and let the memory take her there.
She was suddenly standing next to Snape seated on a chair in the dance room as he scanned the brassy looking thingy, what was that thing again? She shrugged and turned to see herself dancing in the room. It was very disconcerting and strange to look at oneself and not be looking in a mirror. She blushed at her wanton strip dance. She had forgotten she had done that too. She turned and watched the expressions on Snapes face. At first he seemed to have his charachteristic bored, why am I even here look. Next a wide eyed can’t believe she’s doing that look. A lifted eyebrow. Then his face seemed to show relief as I walked over to my things. He obviously thought I was done.

Something akin to panic crossed his face as I began to strip for my sunbath. He squirmed around for a few minutes and looked to the door as if he could make an escape with out my notice, yeah right. Snape rubbed his hand over his face then leaned back in the chair and watched me rub myself, lying in front of him on the floor. I could see that it was turning him on. The bulge in his pants a good indication. His eyes took on a glazed intense look I had never seen on him. It was sexy as hell. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face.
I could hear myself moaning, getting close then finally hear myself orgasm. He had taken his hand and started to rub and squeeze his erection straining at his pants until he realized what he was doing and suddenly flinched and removed his hand and in the process managed to hit that thing out of his pocket....Then suddenly I felt myself being pulled out of the memory and back into Snapes office.

Disoriented, I blinked and looked into the face of a very pissed off Potions Master. “Oh fuck, I’m so dead.”