Halloween Mix-Up

Halloween Mix-Up

by: Tassana Burrfoot







Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sleepless







Ginny glanced at her friend curiously. "Can I ask you a question?"



Hermione looked up from her book and nodded. "Ask away," she responded, marking her page and closing the book.



The young red head smiled. "This is going to sound weird, but I have to know: Are the rumours true about Malfoy?" she asked. "Is he really... you know... well endowed?"



Both girls turned crimson at the question. Hermione quickly looked away and stared into the flames of the fireplace. "Honestly?" she whispered. Her lips tightened into an embarrassed smile. "Very much so."



Ginny went into a fit of giggles. "I knew it!" she laughed as she leaned into the red armchair. Then, she straightened up and cleared her throat. "What about Snape?"



"Ginny!" the older of the two chastised, staring at her friend in disbelief.



"Well, do you blame me for asking?" the girl questioned. "He spends most of his time being horrible to students, but there are still girls who swoon over him. In his own snarky way, he\'s a bit... sexy. He can\'t be that arrogant and not be good in bed."



"Actually, I thought it was the opposite?" Hermione mused. "Most of the time, if a guy is really arrogant, they\'re compensating for something."



"Is he?"



The older girl shook her head. "If so, I don\'t know what," she added. "No, I think Professor Snape falls into the category of guys who are arrogant because they know what they have, they know how to use it, and they know they can use it well. It\'s powerful. Draco\'s much the same way, in that aspect."



Ginny sighed, "I wonder if Harry is like that."



Hermione shrugged. "I don\'t think Harry has an arrogant complex. Harry just... is. He wouldn\'t be arrogant over something so benign. At least, that is the way he would view it."



"Benign?" Ginny questioned. "Personally, I think it\'s one of the most important parts. A guy can be as hot as fire, but if he\'s lacking in that department..."



"It\'s all a matter of personal taste, Ginny," Hermione interrupted. "My idea of what makes a man sexy and likeable may be different from yours. Though, I do agree with you that both Snape and Draco are hot. And I know they are both masters in their own rights. But, they also both have their own styles. And they aren\'t the same size. Snape is a bit larger than Draco."



"He\'s also older," Ginny pointed out. "I\'m sure that as Malfoy gets older, he\'ll get about the same size."



Hermione shook her head. "That\'s not necessarily true. His father isn\'t as large as Snape..."



Hermione\'s eyes widened as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Ginny looked at her in shock. "You\'ve seen Mr. Malfoy?!" she exclaimed.



Hermione\'s face became as pink as her shirt as she covered her face with her hands. She couldn\'t begin to contain her embarrassment. She couldn\'t believe she had mentioned being with Lucius Malfoy. She mentally kicked herself. She wanted to crawl in a rock and hide.



"Oh, no you don\'t," Ginny fussed, moving over to the couch and grabbing Hermione\'s hands. She pulled her friend\'s hands from her face and stared at her in her eyes. "You are going to sit here and explain yourself to me. You slept with Mr. Malfoy?! The Death Eater? Malfoy\'s father?"



The older girl wrinkled her nose. "You make it sound like I\'ve committed some massive crime. Snape is a Death Eater, too, you know. At least, he wears the Dark Mark as well. And it wasn\'t like I wanted to sleep with him..."



"He raped you?!"



"Oh, god no!" Hermione quickly corrected. "The Malfoys have far more dignity than that. No, I had slept with him willingly... for the most part. Draco and I had walked in on him and Snape. One thing led to the other and I ended up being with him. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Mr. Malfoy and I had touched, so he had been affected by the curse as well."



Ginny shook her head in amazement. "Merlin, Hermione, you have got to be careful. Messing around with fellow classmates is one thing. I can even vouch for messing around with a certain snarky teacher. But, Mr. Malfoy isn\'t just a Death Eater. He\'s a married Death Eater. It\'s one thing to break a boyfriend from his girlfriend. It\'s an entirely different movement to come between a married couple."



"Do you really think I want to break up any relationship?" Hermione nearly shouted. "I hate that this is happening. I hate that I have to sleep with anyone. I had plans to wait until I was married. Sleeping with a married man is wrong. Just like sleeping with someone else\'s boyfriend is wrong. Sleeping with your teacher is wrong as well. I didn\'t choose for this to happen. I curse Aphrodite every day for what has happened to me. I\'ve become this man-mongering slut and I hate it."



"You aren\'t a slut," Ginny reassured her. "You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I\'m not accusing you, I\'m just warning you. Married men are pretty forbidden territory. If Mrs. Malfoy were to find out..."



"She\'s not going to find out. Mr. Malfoy and I have already talked about that. He has no desire to stir the wrath of his wife, so we are pretending like nothing happened. He doesn\'t seek me out and, come Valentine\'s Day, it won\'t matter anymore," the older Gryffindor explained.



Ginny shook her head. "It\'s still fire. This entire thing is fire. And, I hate to say it, if you aren\'t careful; you\'re going to get burned. Really bad."



Hermione sighed and nodded. It was true. Horrendously true. "I just worry about what Valentine\'s Day will reveal," she said after a moment.



"Do you have any ideas as to who your true love is?" Ginny asked.



Hermione shrugged as she gazed back into the fire. "I know who I want it to be, but who knows? Life doesn\'t always give us what we want. And the gods love to deny us. For all I know, my true love could end up being Blaise Zabini or that Yaxley character."



"Watch your mouth!" the younger girl hissed. "The last thing any of us want, and I think I can speak for Mr. Malfoy when I say this as well, is to see you go off with one of the boys who raped you. I\'d rather you be with Mr. Malfoy! At least I\'d know you\'d get taken care of and be treated with respect. All those boys deserve is to be thrown into a cell in Azkaban. They are lucky you didn\'t press charges."



Hermione shrugged again and leaned back in her seat. "Who knows? Maybe it\'s Snape."



"He would deserve it."



This made Hermione glance at her friend curiously. "What makes you say that?"



It was Ginny\'s turn to shrug. "I don\'t know. He just seems like he does. Professor Snape really needs someone to love. I mean, think about it. Out of all your \'suitors\', who\'s the least likely to ever find love again if you aren\'t his true love? Mr. Malfoy already has someone. Malfoy and Seamus could have anyone they wanted. Ron could, too. Harry has me, after all of this is over. And I\'m not going to count those other six gits. So, that leaves Snape.



"If you aren\'t his true love, then where does that leave him? How many other prospects will he have after you?"



Hermione had never thought of it like that. It made her ache for him in a way she never had before. Ginny was right. If Snape wasn\'t Hermione\'s true love, then he would never have anyone.



She closed her eyes and thought over Ginny\'s words. She knew who she wanted as a true love. Hands down, it was Draco. Somehow over the past few months, Draco had managed to worm his way into her heart. She couldn\'t deny that she had fallen in love with him.



But, now her mind was rampant with thoughts of Snape. The man who had... no one. She wondered briefly if he had ever loved anyone before, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Of course, he had. Though he had never spoken of the mystery love, Hermione knew that the person had been there. And that it hadn\'t been returned. She saw the pain in his eyes every time she kissed him and she knew it wasn\'t her fault.



But will it become her fault as well? Will she add to the pain in his heart?



It was then that she realized just how cruel the gods actually were. Not just Aphrodite, but Eros as well. People like Snape, who deserved love, were constantly denied. They were the people that the gods enjoyed toying with, like a horse pulling a carriage with an apple in front of him. Always, the apple was just beyond the horse\'s reach.



Hermione quietly excused herself and left the room. She knew where to find him and she wanted to find him. What she would say or do, she did not know. But, she had to see him.



She knocked on the door to his dungeon office and heard his deep baritone tell her to enter. She turned the handle and opened the door. Stepping into the room, she quietly closed the door behind her and stared at her teacher, who was currently grading papers.



"Yes, Miss Granger?" he asked, not looking up.



She said nothing as she walked over to him and around his desk. She knelt down in front of him and placed a hand on his thigh. Tears prickled her eyes, but she did not shed them. She could not shed them. He would not appreciate her pity and would refuse her sympathy.



He glanced down at her. "What are you doing?" he questioned.



She threw him a soft smile and reached out for the zipper to his trousers. She did not look up at him as she undid his trousers and reached in for his cock. She pulled it out and began stroking it softly.



"Mis... Hermione," he breathed, sucking in a gasp, "this is not the time. I have papers to grade."



She glanced up into his eyes. "Then grade them," she replied. "Don\'t let me bother you."



He sucked in another breath and watched in amazement as she stroked him. His papers were completely forgotten when she reached further and engulfed him into her mouth. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he moaned softly.



As she sucked him, she ran her mouth along his length. She used her tongue to gently stroke the underside of his cock. Her hand remained at the base of his cock, stroking what she could not fit into her mouth. She felt his hands in her hair and she knew it wouldn\'t be too much longer.



She let go of his length and stood up. She quickly Vanished her knickers (they were ugly anyway) and straddled him. Their mouths met as he kissed her feverously. She guided his cock to her entrance and they both groaned as he entered her. She rode him slowly, enjoyed every moment and prolonging the feel of him inside of her.



His lips broke away from hers as he began trailing kisses along her jaw and onto her neck. He gently suckled a pulse point on her neck before nipping lightly at the skin. He kept one hand buried in her bushy hair while the other slipped under her shirt and ran along her bare back.



She started to go faster, needing to feel him. She loved the way he felt inside her. The way their bodies joined and their moans harmonized with one another. Though they would never make it on Broadway, to her, it was music.



The music was forgotten as his hands fell to her rear and he lifted her up, following her. He placed her on his desk and began driving harder into her. He kissed her chin, nipped her ear, and drove faster, harder into her small body.



"Oh..." she gasped as she held onto his shoulders in a death-like grip.



They came together, reaching the pillars of ecstasy in a chorus of groans and shouts. As he emptied his seed into her they panted heavily, their pants matching pace with one another. Sweat beaded his brow as they stared into one another\'s eyes.



"Is this what you want?" he asked her, suddenly.



She was confused as he pulled out of her. She watched him grab his wand and clean them and his desk off. In a matter of moments he had gone from a hormone driven man to someone cold. This made no sense to her. "Severus?" she questioned.



He glared at her, his dark eyes narrowing. "I don\'t need your pity, Miss Granger. That\'s what this was, wasn\'t it? A pity fuck?"



"No," she denied. "I wanted to be with you."



"Save your breath," he hissed. "I know better. You and Miss Weasley were just talking about Valentine\'s Day and my lack of love."



"You looked into my mind?" she gasped as she stared at him.



His eyes narrowed. "It wasn\'t that difficult. Tell me, Miss Granger, how many more times do you plan to pity fuck me?"



"This wasn\'t a pity fuck!" she shouted, surprising herself with the use of that dirty word. "Don\'t act like you know what I\'m thinking. You may be able to see into my mind, but you cannot read my thoughts. Yes, Ginny and I talked about Valentine\'s Day. Yes, she expressed concern over your \'lack of love.\' But, that wasn\'t what this was about."



"Then what was it about?" he questioned.



She opened her mouth to answer, but shut it again. What was this about? Why did she come to him? She grew quiet as she thought it over. Finally, she answered softly, "I love you."



Her revelation caused them both to stare at each other in surprise. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized her words were true. She was now more confused then ever. Somehow, she had fallen for him. Somewhere along the lines, she fell in love with her teacher.



Did that mean she loved Draco less? Or did she love Draco as well?



Suddenly, she needed to get away. She couldn\'t look at Severus. She didn\'t want to see Draco. Or anyone else, for that matter. She needed to be alone.



She turned away from her professor and ran out of the dungeons. She did not stop running as she raced through the halls and out of the castle. She continued still as she ran to the Astronomy Tower and raced up the stair. She did not stop until she reached the topmost point. There, she walked onto the balcony and climbed up onto the roof. She found a safe spot where she sat down and cried.