Say You Love Me

Chapter Five
Ron

Hermione allowed Ron to kiss her when she walked him back from detention. He'd kissed her before, partially slobbering on her. This time was no different.

Ron was reliable and he did care for her. Molly Weasley had been like a Mother to her during her years here in the wizarding world. So far she had yet to sleep with anyone, and Ron had made it known that he wanted her.

Should she do it? Hermione was curious about the sexuality between a man and a woman. She'd read about it often enough. Ron was still a virgin, according to the male Gryffindors who teased him about it on a regular basis. To Hermione, that meant more fumbling and grunting.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she slammed into someone, dropping her book bag and getting knocked to the floor.

"Are you all right, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore held down a hand to help her up.

Professor Snape stood next to him, frowning.

"The girl is obviously not watching where she is going," he sneered.

"Hush, Severus. Get her book bag," Dumbledore commanded.

"Sorry, Professor, I didn't see you there," Hermione apologized.

"That is quite all right my dear," Dumbledore used his wand to rid her of dust. "You were most absorbed in your own thoughts. Worrying about your N.E.W.T.S.?"

"Something like that."

The look that Snape gave her said that he knew she was lying, but he said nothing.

"Just be more careful," Dumbledore cautioned.

"I will, Sir," Hermione took her book bag from Snape who was still holding it as if it were repulsive.

Severus watched her go.

"Chronic liar," he muttered.

"Hardly, Severus. She and Harry Potter are big assets to the Order. You should not be so hard on her. She is the smartest potions student that you have ever had in your classes, and you should appreciate her genius."

"Right," Severus replied sourly. He would never have the patience to put up with the likes of her.

~*~

That evening, Hermione had made her mind up after a tearful afternoon. She couldn't help wondering how it would be to kiss Severus Snape. It came down to admitting to herself that it was something that she would never know about.

That left two choices. Ron or Harry. Harry was a definite no. He refused to get involved with anyone because of Voldemort. Ron would have to be it. It shouldn't be too hard to have her way with him, eager as he was.

They went for a walk at dusk near the quidditch pitch. It wasn't uncommon for couples at Hogwarts to sneak off and hide on the grounds to have a shag. Hermione felt self-conscious and more than a little mixed up.

Ron paused, pressing her against a tree and placing a wet kiss on her neck. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to block out the vision of greasy black hair and languid hands.

Finding no resistance, Ron reached up and squeezed her breast.

"Ow, go easy, Ron," Hermione whispered.

He was nervously ripping at her buttons, opening her blouse and eagerly pushing the lace cup of her muggle bra down. Her soft, pale breast was exposed, the nipple dusky pink and limp.

"Beautiful," Ron groaned, lowering his head.

Hermione braced herself, a big part of her feeling repulsed at his touch.

"What have we here?" The silky, cold voice penetrated through her brain and she shoved Ron away.

"Well, well. Mister Weasley and Miss Granger. What a shock," Severus said. He'd known that Weasley was up to something when he'd seen them leaving the school. He'd followed at a stealthy distance, certain that he would catch them at something. However, this was the last thing he'd expected of Hermione Granger, who was attempting to cover herself. His eyes took in the white breast and tempting nipple as warmth shot through his middle, clear to his penis, which stirred.

Ron attempted to shield Hermione from the Professor.

"We weren't..um..doing anything," he stuttered.

"Don't bother, Weasley. I am aware of your intentions and will deduct fifty points from Gryffindor. We will discuss further detentions tomorrow evening when we meet with the Headmaster. Now take yourself back to your house. I am grounding you."

"Come on, Hermione."

"That does not include Miss Granger."

"I'm not leaving her alone with you," Ron said defiantly.

"Your cheek is going to get you expelled," Severus hissed. "Miss Granger and I are going to have a talk about her behavior."

"It's okay, Ron." Hermione had managed to button her blouse with fingers that trembled. In spite of the embarrassing situation she felt strangely undone and partially aroused, but not from Ron. It was coming from the tall man who glowered at her, his eyes slits in the darkness. "You do as he says. We've lost enough points already this year."

"If you harm her, Snape," Ron threatened.

"As if you could do anything, Weasley. Just be glad that I am member of staff and not a free agent."

The nasty look that Severus gave him was enough to make Ron scurry off. Hermione shivered at the look that the Professor gave her as he turned back to face her.

"I am astounded at you, Miss Granger. Such behavior I expect of others, but not of you."

"I am a woman, Professor." Her voice sounded stressed, strangely shaky to Severus.

"Hardly," he snorted. "Even a grown woman would have better sense than to involve herself with a Weasley."

"Ron is a good, kind soul, and he-loves me."

"Do not confuse lust with love, Miss Granger."

"It's not lust." Please don't cry Hermione, in front of him.

"You are acting strangely."

"Go ahead and give me the week of detention, if that's what you want to do," she said quietly.

"I could punish you for the rest of the year if it pleased me. However, I find that you have both puzzled and intrigued me with your intent to bed Weasley."

Hermione felt the blood drain from her face. He knew. How stupid could she have been to not imagine that he would know what they were up to?

"As I said, I am a woman, with a woman's needs." She swallowed hard.

"Oh?" He moved closer. The girl was hiding something; he could feel it coming from her in waves in a mixture of desire and something else. And it was directed at him, not at Weasley. "And what would you know about that?"

"I know how to read."

"Reading is nothing." He was close, too close to her for comfort.

"Then you are saying that experience is the best teacher, Sir?"

"You can draw your own conclusions from that, Miss Granger." His eyes dropped to her mouth, the lower lip swollen and red where she'd been chewing on it.

"Don't waste your time on boys like Weasley."

Hermione didn't like the way he was taunting her.

"Then snog me yourself, Professor." She grabbed him and planted her mouth on his before he could shove her away.

Snape was right. Pleasure shot through her bones at the first touch of his damp mouth. Her breasts swelled and the nipples chafed her bra cups. She hadn't expected this. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him. He struggled with her before something made him stop.

She was slammed against him so hard that her breath nearly went. His arms were like vises around her and his mouth took command, forcing hers open. She didn't hesitate to open to him, eager to taste him. The feel of his tongue inside her mouth made her melt at the core. Tears starting coursing down her cheeks as something in her seemed to merge with him. She was greedy in the need that fueled her response. Hermione could not get enough of his unique taste.

Severus was at first repulsed, then stunned when the girl had the cheek to assault him with her mouth. His body thought otherwise. It responded like liquid fire to her touch. He forced her mouth to open to him, and he reveled in the sweet taste inside. The body that had been skinny and hidden in the bulky school sweaters in the past was curved and fit into the sharp planes of his as if she'd been made for him.

She was gasping for breath when he released her mouth, caught up in arousal so strong that it threatened to engulf them both. She pressed feverish kisses against his face.

"Severus," she whispered. His fingers tangled in her curly hair, and he kissed her back just as feverishly. The fact that she'd used his given name was not lost on him.

They broke apart, both undone and breathless. He stared at her in utter shock, what they had done dawning on him and sinking in. She stared back, just as breathless, eyes bright, lips wet and kiss swollen, her hair tousled.

Albus would kill him.