Surprisingly, She Didn\'t
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
8,652
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41
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Status: Work in Progress
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: Adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
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Surprisingly, She Didn\'t By Remetan
Chapter 2
She woke slowly. Her mind came awake as though through layers and layers of mist. She knew she had been sleeping for a very long time. She also knew it was not normal for her to awaken this slowly.
The first thing she became aware of was that the mattress she was lying on was soft, yet comfortable. It was one of those mattresses that felt as though someone had lain upon it for years and it had just reached the peak of perfection. The second thing she became aware of was that she was fairly chilled.
As she reached down to pull the covers she could feel tangled about her waist up to her shoulders, she became aware of the third thing. She was naked. At first she panicked. But after breathing for a few moments, quickly in and then out, and mentally checking her body for foreign feelings as she reached about her groping to find evidence of another presence, she came to an understanding that it was normal for her to sleep in the nude, that she was alone, and that no irrevocable harm had befallen her.
The fourth thing she realized was that she was very, very thirsty. She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was dark, but the light flickering in through the open door illuminated a full glass of water sitting on the bedside table.
She sat up and leaned against the headboard after scooting her way closer to the edge of the bed and pulling the covers up over her chest, and then grabbed the glass. The water was gone in a matter of seconds, just a few gulps. She wiped the drops from her lips and then set the glass down.
Still only half awake, she thought it would be a good idea to move toward the light, but first things must come first. She needed something to wear. She looked around, and could make out very little. As she put her feet to the floor, she felt soft, worn fabric piled underneath them, and reached down to pick up the article. She found it was a nightshirt, and she quickly pulled it over her head, and slithered her arms into the sleeves.
Sitting up and putting all of her weight onto her feet, she tested her balance. She heard soft sounds coming from the other room, as though someone was adjusting their position. She stood, and the floorboards creaked underneath her.
Tentatively, she walked toward the door, following the flickering light and peeked her head out. The outer room was quite a bit brighter and she blinked as her eyes adjusted. Finally, she saw a dour man sitting in a chair across the way. In the wavering lights of the candles, his scowl appeared almost menacing. Just then, he spoke.
“Well, well, Miss Granger. It’s about time you woke up. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to share my bed with you.” The smoothness of his voice did nothing to cover the hardness of his tone.
She was taken aback for a moment. First, there was the fact that he obviously knew her while she had no idea who he was. But more importantly, he had just made some crass comment about sharing a bed with her. How dare he! She blinked a few times in consternation and confusion, trying to piece together who he was, how he knew her, and also to comprehend how anyone could possibly be so rude as to make such lewd allusions.
“Excuse me?” she questioned, still muddling through all of these thoughts, blinking a bit in an attempt to clear the remnants of overwhelming fog that had not yet fully dissipated from her brain.
“That was my bed you were slumbering in, you impudent chit. I would have been forced to climb in next to you had you not awoken in a timely fashion.” His words were sharp and crisply enunciated, and his tone sounded almost exasperated. There were even bits of spittle flying from between his lips as he spoke.
How dare he insinuate that she would ever allow a stranger, and one so presuming as he, to climb into her bed and sleep with her without a ‘by your leave’!
“I don’t know who you are, sir, nor where I am, but I can assure you, I would most certainly have kicked your arse into next week if you had attempted to climb into the same bed as me!” She spoke quickly and rapidly, her voice slowly rising in volume at the last words. She made sure to accent the words kicked, arse and me, so that he would completely understand what she was telling him.
Suddenly, his expression changed, but minutely. His eyebrows went up just a touch, his lips softened, and his eyes suddenly lit with curiosity.
“Tell me, Miss Granger. What is your first name?” His voice was smooth as silk, as though he were trying to seduce the information out of her.
The nerve of him, first growing all incensed as though she had done something wrong, and then trying to coax information out of her using his questionable sex appeal? The bastard!
“Obviously you know, sir. Why don’t you be kind enough to enlighten me?” She placed her hands on her hips for emphasis and made thoroughly direct eye contact with him, daring him to respond.
“Do you mean to tell me, madam,” he drawled, his words laced with sarcasm and his upper lip curling, “that you don’t remember anything?”
She paused for a moment, her hands coming off her hips. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip as she thought intently for a moment. Wait, what was her name? Oh, dear God, who the hell was she? Did she remember anything prior to waking up in the next room?
Surprisingly, she didn’t.
She panicked again, this time her panic was prolonged, and she leaned against the door jam behind her so she would not fall over in her shock.
She watched as his face took on a conniving look, and suddenly became very wary.
Just then, the front door of the cabin opened and then slammed closed, and heavy footfalls approached the room. Both occupants looked in the direction of the sounds. A handsome blond man with piercing grey eyes strode in, carrying a small plastic bag that appeared to be very full. For a moment, she enjoyed what she saw.
“Oh, good. You’re awake, Granger. Thought you’d sleep the whole night away and Severus and I would have to flip a sickle to see who had to lower ourselves enough to share a bed with you. Here, something for you to wear.”
And with that he tossed the bag at her.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Warnings: Adult situations, some language, sexual situations…list may change as story progresses.
Summary: Finding her there had been a surprise, but nothing compared to what happened when she woke. HP fan-fiction, HG/SS.
Disclaimer: All characters/situations/places/events that you recognize belong to JK Rowling and the rest of the legal owners of everything Harry Potter. I make no money off of the writing of this fic, and intend no copyright infringement. I’m only having a little fun. And I would definitely take those two Slytherins home for tea…
Surprisingly, She Didn\'t By Remetan
Chapter 2
She woke slowly. Her mind came awake as though through layers and layers of mist. She knew she had been sleeping for a very long time. She also knew it was not normal for her to awaken this slowly.
The first thing she became aware of was that the mattress she was lying on was soft, yet comfortable. It was one of those mattresses that felt as though someone had lain upon it for years and it had just reached the peak of perfection. The second thing she became aware of was that she was fairly chilled.
As she reached down to pull the covers she could feel tangled about her waist up to her shoulders, she became aware of the third thing. She was naked. At first she panicked. But after breathing for a few moments, quickly in and then out, and mentally checking her body for foreign feelings as she reached about her groping to find evidence of another presence, she came to an understanding that it was normal for her to sleep in the nude, that she was alone, and that no irrevocable harm had befallen her.
The fourth thing she realized was that she was very, very thirsty. She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was dark, but the light flickering in through the open door illuminated a full glass of water sitting on the bedside table.
She sat up and leaned against the headboard after scooting her way closer to the edge of the bed and pulling the covers up over her chest, and then grabbed the glass. The water was gone in a matter of seconds, just a few gulps. She wiped the drops from her lips and then set the glass down.
Still only half awake, she thought it would be a good idea to move toward the light, but first things must come first. She needed something to wear. She looked around, and could make out very little. As she put her feet to the floor, she felt soft, worn fabric piled underneath them, and reached down to pick up the article. She found it was a nightshirt, and she quickly pulled it over her head, and slithered her arms into the sleeves.
Sitting up and putting all of her weight onto her feet, she tested her balance. She heard soft sounds coming from the other room, as though someone was adjusting their position. She stood, and the floorboards creaked underneath her.
Tentatively, she walked toward the door, following the flickering light and peeked her head out. The outer room was quite a bit brighter and she blinked as her eyes adjusted. Finally, she saw a dour man sitting in a chair across the way. In the wavering lights of the candles, his scowl appeared almost menacing. Just then, he spoke.
“Well, well, Miss Granger. It’s about time you woke up. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to share my bed with you.” The smoothness of his voice did nothing to cover the hardness of his tone.
She was taken aback for a moment. First, there was the fact that he obviously knew her while she had no idea who he was. But more importantly, he had just made some crass comment about sharing a bed with her. How dare he! She blinked a few times in consternation and confusion, trying to piece together who he was, how he knew her, and also to comprehend how anyone could possibly be so rude as to make such lewd allusions.
“Excuse me?” she questioned, still muddling through all of these thoughts, blinking a bit in an attempt to clear the remnants of overwhelming fog that had not yet fully dissipated from her brain.
“That was my bed you were slumbering in, you impudent chit. I would have been forced to climb in next to you had you not awoken in a timely fashion.” His words were sharp and crisply enunciated, and his tone sounded almost exasperated. There were even bits of spittle flying from between his lips as he spoke.
How dare he insinuate that she would ever allow a stranger, and one so presuming as he, to climb into her bed and sleep with her without a ‘by your leave’!
“I don’t know who you are, sir, nor where I am, but I can assure you, I would most certainly have kicked your arse into next week if you had attempted to climb into the same bed as me!” She spoke quickly and rapidly, her voice slowly rising in volume at the last words. She made sure to accent the words kicked, arse and me, so that he would completely understand what she was telling him.
Suddenly, his expression changed, but minutely. His eyebrows went up just a touch, his lips softened, and his eyes suddenly lit with curiosity.
“Tell me, Miss Granger. What is your first name?” His voice was smooth as silk, as though he were trying to seduce the information out of her.
The nerve of him, first growing all incensed as though she had done something wrong, and then trying to coax information out of her using his questionable sex appeal? The bastard!
“Obviously you know, sir. Why don’t you be kind enough to enlighten me?” She placed her hands on her hips for emphasis and made thoroughly direct eye contact with him, daring him to respond.
“Do you mean to tell me, madam,” he drawled, his words laced with sarcasm and his upper lip curling, “that you don’t remember anything?”
She paused for a moment, her hands coming off her hips. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip as she thought intently for a moment. Wait, what was her name? Oh, dear God, who the hell was she? Did she remember anything prior to waking up in the next room?
Surprisingly, she didn’t.
She panicked again, this time her panic was prolonged, and she leaned against the door jam behind her so she would not fall over in her shock.
She watched as his face took on a conniving look, and suddenly became very wary.
Just then, the front door of the cabin opened and then slammed closed, and heavy footfalls approached the room. Both occupants looked in the direction of the sounds. A handsome blond man with piercing grey eyes strode in, carrying a small plastic bag that appeared to be very full. For a moment, she enjoyed what she saw.
“Oh, good. You’re awake, Granger. Thought you’d sleep the whole night away and Severus and I would have to flip a sickle to see who had to lower ourselves enough to share a bed with you. Here, something for you to wear.”
And with that he tossed the bag at her.