Highland Rose

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything you recognize. I also borrowed a few characters from the awesome writer Karen Marie Moning. This story is for fun and fun only. Please don’t sue.

Summery: Hermione Granger is a special witch indeed. When her family is threatened, the Order is called in. Through all the danger and chaos, can Hermione and Severus come together? R/R

Highland Rose

Chapter 3

For the first few days, Hermione did her best to stay away from Severus. When he had held her hand that day at the loch, she had been thrown off balance. She sat on the same boulder staring across the smooth, glassy surface smoking a cigarette.

“Those things are bad for you, you know,” Gwen smirked as she sat beside her daughter.

“Very funny mum,” Hermione shot back.

“What’s wrong?” Gwen asked.

“There’s nothing wrong,” Hermione replied evenly.

“Hermione, you’re my daughter, my own flesh and blood. I know when something is bothering you,” Gwen said.

“Well, how did you know that there was something between you and dad?” Hermione questioned.

“I first suspected something when I felt my blood calling to his. Of course, all Druid’s blood calls to each other anyway. With your father it was different. It felt as if my blood was on fire. It still feels that way,” Gwen explained.

Hermione got to her feet and walked to the loch’s edge. She watched as the gentle breeze caused the water to ripple gently. She let out a weary sigh as her suspicions about her and Severus were confirmed.

“Why do you ask about your father and I?” Gwen questioned with a knowing smile.

“I was just curious. After all, someday I’ll find a man to share my little secret with. I just wanted to know what to expect when it happens,” Hermione answered.

“If you say so dear. Well, dinner is ready.” Gwen said with a smile.

Hermione crushed out her cigarette and followed her mother back into the castle. She entered the Great hall and sat down next her uncle. A few moments later the Order members entered. Severus immediately took the seat on Hermione’s other side.

“You and I need to talk milady,” He said, loud enough for her ears only.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” She replied.

“Yes there is. Meet me at the loch at nine tonight…please,” He requested with an urgency coming from him that he didn’t know existed in his repertoire of emotions.

Hermione sighed and nodded. During this exchange Drustan and Dageus shared a look. Both men knew something was about to happen between Hermione and Severus. Something that may very well change the course of the war.

That night, Hermione sat at the loch’s edge waiting for Severus. Her blood had been boiling all day and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Confusion added to her misery as she tried to understand two things: why her body felt like it was going to explode and why the hell these feelings were revolving around her Potions professor.

“Hello Miss Granger.” Severus greeted.

“Hello Professor Snape.” She replied as she turned and faced him.

“Thank you for meeting with me. I don’t know if you’ve felt it, but ever since you began at Hogwarts, my blood has called to yours. As if I’m drawn to you and only you. It’s more than one Druid calling to another,” He explained.

“Yeah, I’ve felt it too. So what? What do you want me to do about it?” She asked, trying to control the surge of heat coursing through her veins.

“I was considering going to your father and uncle, thinking they might have an explanation. There is some kind of connection between you and I. We need to figure out what it is; especially now that Voldemort is targeting your family.” He answered.

Hermione just looked up at him. Her honey amber eyes locked with his onyx black ones.

“If you want to go to Dad and Uncle Dageus, what’s stopping you? Why are you talking to me instead?” She questioned.

“I’m not going to insult your intelligence. You’re brilliant, maybe even more so than I in the ways of Druid magic. I thought perhaps you had a theory or explanation for what this is between us?” He replied.

Hermione just turned around and faced the water. She couldn’t even face him. Her entire body was on fire from being so close to him. She now knew what was going on between them. They were soul-mates. That terrified her.

Severus walked over to her and stood mere inches behind her. He had done some reading in the Granger library and had come to his own conclusions about what was between them. Her reactions confirmed it. She was fighting the fact that they were meant to be.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked.

“You know me better than that. I’m not afraid of anything.” She responded wanting to turn to him but fighting it knowing what the proximity was doing to her body.

Severus gently placed his hands on her shoulders. He felt her tremble slightly at his touch. He smiled slightly as he leaned foreword to whisper in her ear. “If you’re not afraid of me, why aren’t you facing me?”

Hermione slowly turned. Their eyes immediately locked. She saw what she felt being reflected back at her. Lust, desire, need, and possibly love? She sighed as his hands slid down her arms and pulled her body flush against his.

“By Merlin. Do you feel it?” He gasped as their bodies touched.

“Yes…” She whispered.

Severus lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Their bodies exploded. The kiss was meant to be slow and tender, but once their lips touched, it turned heated and passionate. His arms turned to steel bands as he held her tightly against him.

Her fingers were instantly tangled in his raven locks. She moaned when she felt him grab her ass and lift her off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He walked over to a nearby tree and pressed her back against the bark. His hardening cock coming in contact with the V between her thighs. Both groaned at the intimate contact.

“Oh god...” She moaned as he trailed his lips down her throat.

“Mmm. You feel so good Hermione.” He sighed as he gently rocked his lower body against her.

“Severus.” She whispered.

His hands moved gently to cup her clothed breasts. They filled his hands perfectly. He could only imagine what they would look and feel like unclothed.

“Severus…ohhh…stop.” She gasped as he rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Severus continued to kiss her neck and play with her breasts and nipples. Gently thrusting against her as he did.

“Stop. Severus please stop.” She said firmly as she pushed against his shoulders.

He looked into her eyes. He saw the emotions that were there running rampant. Desire, embarrassment, hunger, and fear.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?” He asked.

“Severus, I…I can’t do this. Let me go.” She answered.

Slowly he released her. He watched as she turned and ran back to the castle. His chuckle echoed in the cool night air as he too headed back to the castle. “You can’t hide from this forever Hermione.”

T.B.C