The Diaries of Hermione Granger and Severus Snape

August 2, 2000








A/N: Thanks to my reviewers and readers…and yes, since I
wrote this last year, I do have more ready to post! J

 

August 2, 2000

When I last left you, Severus had topped me at my own game.
Bloody Man!

I woke the next morning and made my way to breakfast. I
utilized my inherent Gryffindor courage and made sure I arrived after he did.
While he did not outwardly acknowledge my presence, I took great pride in
noticing his eyes following me hea headed to my seat. When I walked around
him, I obscurely took my right arm and drew it lightly across his back.

He responded. I sat down with my normal confidant flair. As
I pulled my chair closer to the table, he leaned toward me and whispered into
my ear, “Your playing with fire, little girl.”

I found myself smiling. I waited a finutinutes and slightly
leaned towards him. I secretly, under the table, placed my hands on his thigh
and squeezed quite enthusiastically. To my immense delight, I felt his
“interest” stirring against my fingers.

I responded to his remark with one of my own, “Oh, I hope
so!”

Then, after one last caress, I deftly removed my hand and
finished my breakfast.

I spent my day preparing for my classes. I was truly in my
element, and I find myself becoming happier every day.

I met up with Severus at lunch and dinner, as well. Each
time, I took great pleasure in making him distinctly aware of my presence. A
light touch here, a whispered suggestion there or a poignant gaze and I began
to find a sultry look in those dark, sexy eyes.

To be honest, I didn’t think I could be more aroused than I
was on the night of Harry’s Birthday, but I was so wrong. By the end of dinner
that evening, I was ready to jump the man and make him mine.

So, I once again followed him out of the Great Hall that
night and down to the dungeons. I caught up with him just outside his private
chambers.

I called out to him and saw him stop. He did not turn
around, but I knew I had his attention from the stiffness in his form. I walked
up to him and whispered that I wanted to fan his fire.

He turned around, grabbed me by the shoulders and had me
trapped against the wall all in one fluid motion. He ground himself against me,
which pushed me further into the stone wall. I could not have cared less. I was
experiencing nirvana. My entire body was surging with chemistry; the reactions
occurring within my body were too many to count. I was a limp mass; the only
thing kee me me upright was “my prey.”

Boy, looking back on what I just wrote; it is so obvious
what is about to happen. Proceed I will, no matter what the cost to my esteem.
The sagacious say to learn from your mistakes; and
that, I will. That, I will.

Severus caught my mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss. I succumbed
immediately without any pretense. We both knew what I wanted. I wanted his
tongue to invade my mouth and conquer it. I wanted him to be my Alexander the
Great and make me his Persia.
For several minutes, he dominated me with his mouth. His mouth then left mine
and made a march for his next battle. He suckled and nipped his way down my
neck and had me moaning a favorable battle cry. The battle cry was that of
surrender in every way. I was his. He was my dictator, my mentor and my
fearless warrior. I wanted to be ravaged. No, I needed to be ravaged. My breath
was coming in short gasps. I was fighting for my breath. My body was on fire as
he settled his mouth on my chest and took his tongue and licked the top of my
robes. I found myself grasping a handful of his hair and pulling in my
passionate ardour. This hint of pain only made him more intense and I felt the
top of my robes become wet as he suckled, licked and probed the defined hem of
the bosom of the robes. Both of my hands were in his hair now, kneading and
grasping to pull him as close as possible to me.  Tiow, ow, his hands had
been firmly clasped on my shoulders to keep me firmly against his hard,
well-defined body and the wall; now, they were pushing me backwards. It seemed
that Severus had quietly whispered the password to his private chambers during
his torture of my body.

With us now in the privacy of his chambers, I energetically
pulled his outer robes from his person. Underneath, he wore a crisp crème shirt
that was half-buttoned tha that I could see the beginnings of dark, curly hair.
I gasped in carnal delight and immediately pulled one of my hands from his hair
and fisted my hand in his shirt. I jerked with all my being and the shirt
ripped. Buttons flew everywhere, but I did not care. All I wanted was to run my
hands through the soft curls on his chest. It was at this time that I noticed
Severus was no longer proactively making me melt. Instead, he was watching me
with a frightful intensity that I felt all the way to my nether regions. I felt
like I was the source for the Nile. His breath was
coming in short, distinct gasps. He obviously was as aroused as I was. I could
not stand there and just look anymore; I moved to close the space between us,
but he held me at bay.

After his breathing had returned to normal again, he
tightened the hold on my arms and drew me closer in a menacing manner.

“I told you, Little Girl, you were playing with fire.
Payback is a bitch, eh?”

With that, he escorted me to his chamber’s entrance. None to
gently, he pushed me through the entrance and out into
the dungeon’s hallway.

I cannot believe he has bested me again. This is quickly
becoming more than a game. This is an obsession.

The next morning, I already had my next course of action in
motion. I, once again, took me seat next to Severus and murmured my greeting.
He sneered in response. To be honest, it actually made me feel better. I knew
this Snape. I understthisthis Snape.

As usual, the morning post came by owl during breakfast and
so, too, came my next surprise for “the prey.”

As expected, a school owl flew to Snape’s plate and dropped
an envelope in his plate.

I saw him gingerly, some might even
say hesitantly, pick it up. He turned it over and released a small puff of air
in relief. It was very small and hardly noticeable, but I knew.

He deftly broke through the school’s crest and pulled out
the contents of the envelope. He looked in fascination at the contents, the
fascination turned into shock. He turned his head to me and stared at me in
shock. I looked back at him intensely, never letting my gaze falter. He looked
away first. He placed the item back in the envelope and left the Great Hall.

You see, after he threw me out of his rooms the night
before, I went back to my room and made a special Wizard’s photograph for his
eyes only.

As I walked back to my quarters, I came up with the idea of
performing a striptease in pictures. Yep, that was my special little gift this
morning, and judging from his reaction, I would sat I finally one upped Mr. Snape.
It seems I was back on top. I intended to stay there. I also noticed; he took
the letter with him.