Digging for the Truth

That night, in the girls dormitory, Hermione Granger was having a difficult time falling asleep. Every time she cleared her mind of thought, readying herself for sleep, her mind made it\'s way back to Snape. The emotions associated with the thoughts varied, anger over his insistence on keeping this secret from her, desperation to find out what he knew, anxiety over what he would do if any part of their plan failed the next day. Yet, a picture of him with his signature snarl was ingrained in her thoughts that night.

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\"And what, exactly, are you doing in my classroom, Miss Granger?\" Professor Snape spit o \"I \"I ... I ... I can down to retrieve something I left in the classroom, sir.\" she returned uneasily.
\"I see, Miss Granger.\" A smirk began to develop on his face, barely covered by his jet-black hair.\"And what, exactly, did you forget, Miss Granger?\"
\"My quill, sir.\" she stammered.
The man slowly began to make his way towards her, \"And you came all the way down to the dundgeons for a quill, Miss Granger?\"
\"Well, yoe, se, sir, I needed it to work on my other homework...\"
\"Ahh, ever studious, arent we?\" he hissed in her ear.

She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the lack of distance between them. She knew it was imperative she get out of his classroom before he had time to question her further. If he found out the true reason she was there, she was sure more than a detention would be in her future. She began backing away from him, towards the exit.

When he registered that she was making her escape, he grabbed her forceably the shoulders and pushed her against the nearest wall, making certain the girl wouldn\'t be going anywhere.

\"Do you think me an ignorant man, Miss Granger?\"
\"Of course not, sir.\" She was growing increasingly nervous, like a caged animal.
As if her fear was feeding him, he continue.\"Then why do you insist on lying to me?\"
\"Sir, I would never lie to you, sir.\" she squeaked in reply.
\"Then, Miss Granger, tell me the reallll reason you are here!\" he replied ily.ily.
\"My quill, sir.\"
\"I\'m sure, Miss Granger.\"

The look in his eyes was growing more heated. Hermione was sure he knew what she had been up to. She was sure he would forceably get the information out of her. She was sure he would march her straight to Dumbledore\'s office. She was sure she would be sent directly to Azkaban.

Caught up in her own thoughts, she barely realized his hands, still gripping her tightly, were moving slowly down her arms. When she dializalize, a slight gasp exited her mouth.
\"Are you afraid, Miss Granger?\"
Trying to muster anger, she replied \"No, sir!\" yet, it came out more half-heartedly than she had hoped for.
\"Ah, a pity, you really should be.\"

His powerful hands stopped when they reached her wrists. There, he could feel her elevated pulse. It fed him further. Being in power during a situation like this was exhihilarating, dizzying, almost sensual. The situn ben became even more so when, a moment later, he used his body to push her small frame closer to the wall behind them. Then, slowly, brought his lips down against hers. As shocked as the girl was, she quickly realized what was happening and began to struggle against the overwhelming kiss. He relished in this, the kiss became rough. Him trying to consume her mouth while she twisted her head futilely in every direction to escape.

He finally stopped his kisses, and began to remove his lips. She realized he had finally come to his senses and relief washed over her. She, too, stopped her thrashing, realizing there was no further need. But, apparently, the cunning man had anticipated the girl\'s rean, an, and made use of her inactivity to take a quick, rather rough nip at her reddened, molested lips. A look of horror flashed in her eyes. A small tongue darted out to taste the drop of blood that appeared. His smoldering eyes still had her in their crosshair, watching her reaction to the pain he had inflicted.

A reaction that was not what anyone who knew the girl would have expected. Her eyes squinted in an angry, determined look, and her lips pressed in a thin line. Anger was welling up inside her. She pushed back roughly towards his body, bringing their anatomies ever closer together. With a heated look in her own eye, she kissed her Professor as roughly as he had initially kissed her.

Blood had been drawn and war was clearly declared by both parties.

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Hermione woke up with a start from what may have been the most erotic dream she had ever experienced. Certainly her first that had involved a certain faculty member of Hogwarts. Her breathing was shallow and her chest was heaving. She knew her pulse was racing. She wasn\'t sure what to make of any of it. Clearly, she was in shock. But even she couldn\'t tell if it was a pleasant shock.