Reflections of Erised

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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except Spot. All Characters of the Potter universe alas belong to JK Rowling.


Chapter four: Draco Interuptus


“Professor…Professor Snape? Said a slow drawling questioning male voice muffled slightly from the pumping of blood in his ears. All he had been aware of was his desperate lust for Hermione and the sound of their hearts sped up and beating fiercely.

FUCK…I’LL-THAT’S IT… I’LL CRUCIO THE LITTLE BASTARD! Why did he never knock? You have to be sodding kidding me.

He teased the inside of Hermione’s center by flexing his finger. She looked at him sleepily and moaned trying to impale herself further. He teased her once, twice, and then he withdrew and sucked on the finger as he adjusted Hermione’s robes. He moaned as he tasted her arousal on his hand - the only good Malfoy was a dead one…he was going to kill Draco.

“Draco.” Said Severus in a dangerously cool voice. He looked across at Hermione she was looking at him with dilated brown eyes her breath was still coming out in rapid uneven gasps. He summand his wand silently and cast a silencing charm around Hermione. He sprung up and snapped. ”To what …Do I owe this honor Mr. Malfoy?…You do realize the school curfew rules - do apply to you as well…? He said savagely as he stalked over to the younger wizard.



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Draco looked at Professor Snape with some thoughts about what was going on. Of coarse the loud scream of feminine orgasm and the stretched state of the older wizards trousers confirmed this. Obviously the Lemon Head would find a way to interrupt the only fun Snape ever had in about ten years…even worse he used him as the sucker to do it. The waves of anger he was getting from Snape along with his narrowed eyes was enough to have him just turn around and tell the Lemon Head to deliver his own messages.
“Professor”

Snape nodded but looked as if he would rather crucio him. He stood before him his head of house and godfather, a glare wishing him dead as he folded his arms over his red shirt?
He didn’t even know his head of house owned a red quill let alone a red shirt. His voice hissed dangerously low.

”Why didn’t you knock?”

“I did Professor for about five minutes?”

A black sharp eyebrow rose in response.

“Lemon Head…”

“Head Master.” He snarled.

Damn He was in a pissed mood. Why did the Lemon Head make him do this? Live with his father…no problem, Spy for Voldy-Moldy…sure, even help save Potter’s life; …Confront a pissed off Snape…big problem no he did not have a death wish.

“Well.” Hissed Snape sharply.

“Yes well the Head Master said it was about time to tell the LB…”

“In English…Malfoy.”

“The Head Master wants Potter to know about the up coming attack on Hogwarts…and to inquire about certain potions ingredients. Yes Professor, that’s all if you’ll excuse me I’ll leave you to your own time.” Draco rushed for the door.

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Snape sighed in anger where was something to blast when you needed it? He turned back on his guest. Ms. Granger was looking a little less flushed well her face no longer resembled the Weasley’ hair. Her vision was darting between his eyes, mouth, and his rooms. Great. Damn Albus! This was going to slow things down she was looking at him and thinking…he could see it. She was biting on her plump bottom lip, which usually had him thinking about biting her sexy heart shaped ass. He wanted her!

Now he had to tell Hermione about the upcoming battle and about the sketchy weapon plans. Less then a week…what bad timing.

Her voice came from the circle of chairs husky and uneven. “Professor?”

“Hermione in my rooms and after the leaving feast would you call me Severus” he said in an icy silk voice. She seemed to be relieved yet slightly scared. She blushed. Now wasn’t that interesting.

“I didn’t… I mean…I didn’t” She encompassed the room and himself, she looked lower on his body he could feel her tentative stare through his trousers. His cock hardened further before her eyes. She gasped and her eyes shot up. “I didn’t plan this.”

“Obviously” he said with a predatory glint.

“ Oh my gods!” she looked hurriedly around the room. She stared past his furniture onto bare dungeon walls or tapestries
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“You may relax Hermione…I keep no tattling pictures in my room.”

“No…you couldn’t could you?”

He smiled slightly in response…it was a thing she had never seen him do…and he smiled at her.

He looked different out of the class room he had naturally sloped shoulders that he forced to remain square, his movements while still mesmerizing were unconsciously sensual. The man did everything with passion…even hiding his emotions. This was new to her…she needed a middle ground “S-Severus there’s going to…V- the Dark Lords planning to attack during the leaving feast.”

“Yes Hermione…that’s what our intelligence points to.”

“I” She took in a deep breath” thought so.” His eyes appeared penetrating and endless when she looked into them.

“Yes we have less then a week to prepare for…hopefully the final battle.” He muttered. She was scared…not about Voldemort, but about him. She didn’t understand why she responded to him like that. She was frightened of her surfacing feelings…that made two of them. He could see through her eyes that she felt more then just a physical attraction - thank Merlin.

Feelings for the know-it-all Severus? Unfortunately it was impossible to tell your own self to piss off. Did his inner Death Eater have to have his own say in everything? We do share the same residence…what do you think mate? Think we can convince her to suck us off. Sod off!

“Professor?”

His inner death eater raved at the title. Yes Ms. Granger remove your knickers and lie on the bed like an obedient little girl. “Hermione, Severus please.”

“I…you looked lost.” she said cautiously. “Draco…I assume he’s working for the Order, you mentioned potion ingredients. Since you have stores of ingredients that more then rival most apothecaries…”

“ And how would you know that.”

“I borrowed some boom slang skin from your…you knew?” She said incredulously.

“Borrowed?” His voice was smooth. “Ms. Granger?” She admitted it. DETENTION! Come here Ms. Granger…no on your knees. Will you STOP that he reminded his darker side! She looked ready to speak he gracefully held up a hand to stop her. “Hermione you were in the infirmary for two weeks. Not to mention Mr. Crabe and Goyle were seen streaking down to the Slytherin common room.”

“They were naked! But I only…couldn’t they have transfigured curtains or something?”

“Hermione… What do you think.”? He said icily. “Now then before you is a rather rare defense against the dark arts tome.” He saw her pick up the book rather cautiously and brush its cover…good she knew what the book was. She respected it.

“This is a dark arts book…isn’t it Professor?”

“ Yes Hermione…If you turn to the thirtieth page there is a study on the properties of blood used for resuscitation potions…and also on the dangers of re ingesting certain bloods”
I see Pr…Severus” Her small dexterous hands cautiously turned to the pages he requested and he was quite certain watching her that she didn’t even remember he was there. He could see her eyes absorbing the information and as she reread it applying it to her previously known knowledge…it was interesting to watch the similarities in their study habits. However while he would trace his mouth when in thought she would bite her bottom lip.

“I think I understand Professor…You want to find a way to slip Vo…the Dark Lord some of Harry’s blood to break down what ever dark magic is keeping him alive.”

“Correct Ms. Granger but does Potter have the required blood type?”

“Yes Professor I believe Harry does…but the Dark Lord is a powerful wizard how are we supposed to hide the true nature of the blood from him?” Hermione looked at him waiting for the answer with a new glint in her eyes. She was enjoying the exchange of information.


“Professor even if we. …” Was Harry a virgin? He had to be he would have told either Ron or she, he had to be. “Well I’m sure Harry has the required blood type…how would we get it to Voldemort without…” Yes well getting the blood to Voldemort would be a problem. They couldn’t exactly owl him…and giving him a chance to get Harry was out of the question.

“Without Potter becoming a captive.” His voice purred intimately in front of her
“Severus Hermione please…’ he reached out a hand and gracefully brushed the underside of her jawbone “Hermione that will have to be planned rather carefully.”

His voice made her feel like melting, she loved how her name rolled off his tongue. No more herm-o-ninny for her. Thank gods they only had one potion class left. If this were the beginning of the year she would be in trouble. “There are not many opportunities left are there P-Severus. The last potions class is the day after tomorrow.” Oh gods she was speaking to him with out thinking her responses.

“So it is Hermione. What do you mean by.”

Well in for a penny…wait this was the wizarding world, in for a Knut. “Well I don’t mean to pry but does V-the Dark Lord trust you?”

“The Dark Lord trusts no one my dear…no one at all.” His voice was whisper quiet she was surprised she heard his response.

Well I now know that Draco is …well loyal.” What a frightening thought…the ferret had a good side. She smiled a secret smile. Ron would go mental over this.

“Perhaps …yes he can be trusted. He inherits a significant amount if his father and many of the other death eaters are killed or sent to Azkaban?”

Why that little wanker. “Is that why he’s a spy?”

“It may be the reason he will give” Severus said with a crooked smirk and a slight glint in his eye. “Yes I believe that’s exactly what he will tell Potter.” He said with much amusement until he exclaimed potters name with a sneer.

“Why do you hate Harry?” As if on command his guard came up as if the professor was barricading himself behind bars. Oh gods that’s right. Mr. gold medal snogger was Snape. She had just snogged the teacher. She did a great deal more then that. Oh shut up she told herself, she had better leave soon. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to pry. I…. better go.”

What are you doing you old git? She’s getting away a part of his mind told him. Oh and what was he to do about it? How about stopping her. If he recalled he didn’t exactly have the best experiences in dealing with women. How about answering her question - Professor? That was a rather personal question. Oh and your hand down her knickers about ten minuets ago…was not personal. Yes well while your debating yourself she’s leaving. “Hermione.” Merlin’s balls he didn’t give himself permission to speak…well say something! “I do not.” Genius.

“Professor?”

“I do not hate Potter.” She stared back at him with questions in her eyes but those would have to wait another day. She looked rather vulnerable with her flushed face and students robes. “Ms. Granger would you assist me with a project tomorrow?” Was he that bad that his actually asking made her look at him puzzled? What do you think? Is it coincidence that when Poppy needs new potions Hermione had detention…he never did ask her for her help. “Hermione?”

“Yes P-Severus I’ll help you. What will we be working on?”

“ The Khefer Sa potion.”

“The potion in the book? Why do you…?

He smiled slightly despite himself. “With both of us working on the potion it will cut the preparation time in half…we need it by Thursday morning.” Actually they would be taking several potion shortcuts on the Khefer Sa he would never dare teach the students. What was she up to? She had that look in her eyes that usually meant trouble.

“Professor…you need to get the blood from Harry…but V-the dark lord would never accept a sample form you. How many? I mean who isn’t a spy…professor is Crabe or Goyle a Death Eater?”

Why would she want to know that? “Perhaps Hermione…’ he responded icily “why do you ask?”
“Well you take his stupidity for granted…perhaps the Dark Lord does as well? If one of them gave the Dark Lord the…ingredient. Would he accept it from them?”

“Perhaps Ms. Granger.” his hand unconsciously went to his lips and started tracing them with a finger. He stopped and blinked when he glimpsed her eyes following his finger. Well, well, he bit his bottom lip and watched her blink. She swallowed a breath.

“As for how to acquire the blood in a way he will not suspect. I do have an idea…” She bit her bottom lip and looked down. “But Harry will hate it.” She mumbled.

He smiled a nearly dazzling smile she had never seen on him. Dazzling but sly “By all means do share …Hermione.”


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