Chasing Destiny

The next few weeks went by in a blur as life at Hogwarts finally began to regain some form of normality. Snape was awarded a first class order of Merlin by the ministry of magic for all of his help and work in bringing down Voldemort and Harry, Ron and Hermione were all offered placements in Auror training as soon as they graduate from Hogwarts. Hermione was the only one to turn them down. She planned to go to a Wizarding university and study advanced potions.



Severus and Hermione had been deliberately avoiding each other and had been rather successful with his stay in the infirmary and her classes. Until the day he came out. He resumed his classes and realised that they were to have potions together that afternoon.



As she entered the room, not once did she look at Professor Snape. Perhaps if she had, she would have noticed the look of guilt and pain plastered across his face. The bushy haired Gryffindor sat near the back and kept her head down for the whole class. So much that she failed to notice her potion bubbling over and dissolving most of the desk. Snape had no other choice but to give her a detention the following day.



That night as Hermione lay in bed, she realised how much she missed him. His arms around her in the night, his silky voice telling her how utterly Gryffindor she was, and his touch. She missed his touch the most. The way that she would wake up to his hand stroking her face telling her to go back to her rooms and the way he kissed her just before she left.



Snape sat in his rooms trying to remember just what she smelled like so that he could recreate the smell and place it in his rooms forever. After a frantic battle with a house elf, he managed to obtain his dirty washing they had taken from his rooms the night before. The nightshirt she had borrowed was still there and he could smell her on it. Severus remembered how she had gone to the bathroom to change and left him pulling on his own pyjama bottoms. When she emerged, she looked angelic. The garment was long enough to cover everything but when she walked, he could just about get the tiniest glimpse of her white panties.



Back in Gryffindor tower, Hermione started to sob under her covers. Their last night together had been perfect. They had lain together as always and he had kissed her forehead every few seconds just so that she knew how much he loved her. That was when she silently promised that she would give herself to him fully the next night. She had known that she was ready to love him completely.



Her cries continued well into the night as she wished that she had not failed the man she loved so much.





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Ron and Hermione sat in the library waiting for Harry to come back from a meeting with Dumbledore. He had told them that he would be some time. Hermione was catching up on some work she had missed even though she had begged madam Pomfrey to allow her some schoolwork in the ward. She had been refused and told to rest.



“Hermione?”



“Yes Ron?”



“I have something to ask you.”



“Ok, what?”



“You might get offended. I don’t know whether I should ask, but I need to know the answer. Promise you wont get offended.”



“Just ask me. I cant promise not to get offended because that may be my natural reaction and if I feel it automatically, I would be breaking my promise.”



“Well in that case maybe I shouldn’t ask you.” He looked away.



“Just spit it out Ronald.” She snapped wanting to get back to her missed work.



“Ok, ok….well… Harry said that when he found you… well I just wanted to know… he said you had…”



“What is it Ron?” She asked impatiently.



“Well Harry said that you had no underwear on and there was blood down your legs.” He blurted, turning red.



She was shocked.



“And how exactly did Harry know if I was wearing my undergarments or not?” She could feel salty tears rise in her eyes and threaten to spill out.



“Well he said you were lying on the floor and they were wrapped around your ankle.” Hermione’s face paled as she had a memory of herself scrambling around on the floor trying to put her pants back on. She could remember the pain in between her legs as she did so.



“Well then I was wearing them then wasn’t I?” She sobbed as she ran out of the library. She ran around the corner straight into Draco Malfoy. He smirked at her as she tried to compose herself while lying at his feet.



“Well well well what do we have here Granger?” He sniggered as she tried to get up. Draco easily pushed her back down and bent to whisper in her ear. His voice was smooth and calculated and she could feel his breath on her tear stained cheek.



“It’s the Slytherin way to share you know.” With that, he licked her ear and bit at her neck. He drew blood before she could push him off.



“DRACO MALFOY WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Snape’s voice could be heard all over the castle.



Draco jumped up.



“Nothing sir. She bumped into me and I’m just helping her up. Isn’t that right Granger?” They both turned to face her. Snape noticed the tears and the blood on her neck.



“T...th… that’s right Professor.” She stuttered as she covered her neck and ran for the stairs. On the way, she caught the smirk on Draco’s face and the tears began once again.



She didn’t, however see the look of seething anger on Snape’s face as he turned towards Draco.



An – Oh boy I wouldn’t want to be Draco right now. (Not that his daddy couldn't get him out of anything he got into mind!)Snape’s plotting. I can feel it in my bones/fingers typing!