A Yearning

“Hermione, are you feeling all right?” Ron asked Sunday morning at breakfast. As Harry and Ron looked at her, they could tell she had not slept well the previous night, large circles beneath her eyes and her hair as disheveled as ever.

“Yeah, I stayed up late studying in the library,” she told them, taking a sip from her tea. After having the all too graphic dream of Severus Snape, Hermione had tried to put off sleep fearing her mind would wander, once again, to her newly developed obsession. And that’s what it was, a complete and utter obsession with a teacher she had always seen as indifferent and cruel.

“You really should tone it down, Hermione. You’re gong to work yourself to death.”

“Oh, Ronald, there are too many facts to know and history to learn. I’m not even half-way near the number of books I’ve set myself to read this year. To think History of Magic Throughout the Universe would be so complicated; I was more than willing to give it up a couple of weeks ago, but now it has gotten so interesting.”

Ron looked at Harry, his face full of shock.

“Hermione, that book is well over 3,000 pages!”

“I know, but it’s so fascinating. I can’t even fathom the amount of magic that’s in the Universe that we have yet to control,” she said with wide eyes and a large, studious smile. Harry and Ron merely shook their heads. “Anyway, I’m off to the library to do some more research and look up information on Charms. If you want to join me, feel free,” she said, standing up and making her way out of the Great Hall. As she neared the doors, she stole a quick glance at the Staff Table, only to find a certain dark Potions Master staring directly at her.

Ron looked at Harry as the petite frame of Hermione left the dining hall. “Like I said before, she needs to sort out her priorities.”

Harry simply nodded in agreement.

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The words in front of her were hardly legible, her eye lids feeling the need to close themselves each time she gave in to their incredible weight. Hermione never thought eyelids could feel so heavy, but hers felt like lead weights. She had not been lying when she told Harry and Ron she had spent the night in the library reading; to put it simply, she had. But what she failed to tell them was why -- why she had avoided sleep at all costs.

The simple reason: her obsession. She knew he was lurking in her mind, waiting for sleep to take her again so he could make her uncomfortable, unable to breathe with his pleasurable caresses.

She had immersed herself in book after book of boring facts and figures all in the name of avoidance; an avoidance to see him, to feel him, to want him again and again. But as she fought her eyelids once more, her head began to sag and was soon resting peacefully upon the open book in front of her. Her eyelids closed fully, she was unable to open them when she let sleep take her…

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Snape watched as she left the room. His eyes had never left her face during the entire meal. He had studied her – watched the way she sipped her tea, the way her face lit up when Weasley or Potter said something funny, the way she was so intent when reading the Daily Prophet. His actions seemed stalker- ish, yes, but he was merely observing the habits and routines of his new obsession. Yes, that’s what it was, a complete and utter obsession with a young woman he had always viewed as nothing more than an intellectual, know-it-all student.

Thankfully he had been able to sleep the night before, worried that his mind would feel the need to plague him with erotic dreams of his new Gryffindor obsession. But as he sat at his desk correcting essays, his eyelids began to feel heavy, as if sleep was calling to him.

\'Where is this coming from?\'

His head sagging low onto his chest, he was able to lay it down on a piece of parchment before sleep took him completely as an unknowing and unwilling prisoner…

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......The dungeon was cold; the ice in the air biting the exposed skin of Hermione’s neck. She looked around her, noticing she was alone. There were no cauldrons to clean – the counters spotless and bare.

She could feel a change in the air, as if an invisible force had just entered the room. Whoever it was knew stealth and moved without sound. Feeling something brush the back of her neck, she knew who it was. Taking a step back, she gasped when her body touched his.

Turning her around to face him, Snape watched as Hermione registered the look in his eyes. The look he had given her before, the look of want and need…of desire. Letting out the breath she had unknowingly been holding, she looked into his eyes, returning the same yearning he undoubtedly held for her.

Reaching out, he brushed the hair from her shoulders, his hands sending waves of energy into her body when his fingers grazed her skin.

“Hermione,” he whispered in a low, husky voice as he stepped closer to her. Her breathing labored, she nodded her head in reply to his unasked question. Bending down slowly, his lips met hers in soft kiss. But subtlety was left behind when passion overtook their minds, their caresses becoming deeper and more forbidden.

Lifting her up onto the table, Snape wavered for a moment when he felt her legs wrap around his waist, only to regain his fervor when he heard a deep moan escape her lips. Freeing themselves of their tight robes, Severus began to unbutton her blouse, having removed her jumper and tie in a fit of passion, throwing them across the room when they were no longer needed. Hermione gasped when she felt his hands trace the outline of her breasts, her mouth unable to utter another sound as his lips crashed down on hers, his hands forcefully ridding her body of her blouse.

Unbuttoning Snape’s high collared black coat, she could feel his chest heave as her hands strayed lower down his torso. His eyes rolling into the back of his head, his head fell back as she undid the last button and pushed the coat to the floor, her hands straying beneath the white shirt he wore underneath all his heavy layers.

Her nails raking into his skin, a deep growl came from his lips when he felt her hands upon the waistband of his pants. Regaining his waning senses, Snape pushed her back upon the table, pinning her hands to the wooden counter as he bent over and covered her chest with soft kisses, his tongue running down the center of her stomach and swirling around her navel.

“Severus,” she gasped, her eyes widening when she realized his hands had left her arms and were now pushing her skirt up.

“Shhh,” he hissed, his mouth against her stomach as his hands roamed the insides of her widely spread thighs.

Hermione could feel the build up within her, the yearning for him. Grabbing his head, she pulled his face up to look at her. Her breathing ragged, she knew what was about to happen and how forbidden it was, yet she wanted nothing more than to let it continue......

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“Hermione…Hermione! Wake up!”

The bushy haired girl woke with a start, blinking her eyes as she searched around her. Her gaze fell upon Neville.
“Neville, what are you doing here?”

“This is the library. I was looking up something for Herbology and saw you over here. Are you all right?”

She looked at him strangely. “What do you mean, ‘are you all right’?”

“You were moaning in your sleep and thrashing about wildly.”

Hermione tried her best to contain her embarrassment but failed when she felt her cheeks flush with color. “I was…um…I was having a bad dream…about Professor Snape.”

Neville gave her a look of understanding. “You too? I know how you feel. I’ve rarely had a dream where Professor Snape didn’t give me extra potions work or make me try a potion that I knew I couldn’t make.”

“Yes…that’s exactly what happened.”

“The potion he had you doing must have been really complicated for you not to be able to do it.”

“Oh yeah…it was, it was really difficult.”

“Well don’t worry about it. There was this one dream I had…”

“Neville, I would really like to finish this conversation but I have to go. I’ll see you later,” she hurriedly told him as she packed her books into her bag and ran out of the library. Neville watched her as she left, wondering what exactly Professor Snape had done to her to make her so preoccupied. Shaking his head, he went back to the shelf he had been looking at and thought about his own dreams and what horrors he had faced in them.

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Snape woke with a start, the parchment his head had been resting upon stuck to his face. Tearing it away quickly, he jumped up from his desk, his chair toppling over behind him, and made his way to his private chambers. Entering the bathroom, he immediately went to the sink, filling his hands with cold water and splashing his face, hoping for some kind of relief for his burning skin, although cold water would in no way lessen the aching in his fully erect cock. He could feel it throbbing through his strainging trousers, which, for comforts sake, were pushed up against the edge of the sink.

His breathing had yet to cease from the ragged breaths he had been having in the dream. He licked his lips, hoping to catch a hint of the wonderful taste that was the Gryffindor Hermione Granger. He had been so close to getting what he wanted, getting to taste her juices in the most intimate of ways, but he had not, the dream ending right before he was able to reach her. If she tasted half as delicious as she smelled, he would be in Utopia.

Splashing his face again with the ice water, he couldn’t help but loathe himself for what was taking place in his mind and his pants. The thought of having such relations with a student was appalling, and to think of actually acting upon them was even more sickening. But Snape wanted it, oh how he wanted it. He could feel the burning within him…the burning for her…the burning of a desire unanswered and waiting to be fulfilled. He could certainly feel the burning in his hard and swollen penis.

\'My God Severus, how could you let a girl do this to you? How could you let a student hold so much power over you?\'

It was not love. There was no way it was love. It was complete lust, lust that was driving him crazy with want. And there would be no end to this lust if he did not give into it. He knew what would eventually happen, but that was her decision. His decision had already been made.

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Hermione was thankful she had been able to sleep soundly Sunday night, making her way to the Great Hall refreshed and smiling on another Monday morning. The dreams with Snape were doing nothing for her nerves and she was afraid they would end up taking over every aspect of her sleep. But waking up after a dreamless sleep returned her to her normal self and as she sat down beside Harry and Ron she helped herself to toast and scrambled eggs.

“You’re looking well, Hermione,” Harry commented when he and Ron had finished talking about Quidditch.

“I’m feeling well. I slept like a log last night and it was wonderful.”

“Hermione, any more dreams about Snape?” Neville asked as he sat down across from her.

“You’re having dreams about Snape?” Ron asked her, his face in a grimace.

“Yeah, I found her in the library yesterday moaning and thrashing about,” Neville told them as he sloppily poured himself a cup of tea. Hermione’s face began to flush again.

“Yes, I was having a bad dream yesterday and Professor Snape happened to be in it.”

“What did he do in the dream?” Harry asked her.

\'He seduced me in the potions’ dungeon and was about to tear off my skirt and take me completely before Neville so kindly woke me up.\'

“He was tormenting me with potion after potion and kept telling me that I was nowhere near adequate and kept having me make every potion over again.”

“That sucks,” Ron said, half listening and half wondering about other important matters, mainly having to do with Quidditch.

“Well, Hermione, I hope you don’t have any more dreams like that. I bet it was because of all the detention you served last week. Your mind probably isn’t over the fact that you had to wash so many cauldrons. I bet it will pass shortly,” Harry said as he took a bite out of a piece of toast.

\'Somehow I don’t think this will pass anytime soon.\'

“I’m sure it will. Speaking of potions, I think we better go or else we’re going to be late.” The four friends stood up from the table, grabbed their bags and made their way down toward the Potions’ dungeon.

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Snape stalked through the aisles, glancing over the cauldrons brewing throughout the room. He had made a point not to go near the Gryffindor girl, but was finding it difficult with Longbottom completely ruining his potion. Deciding he needed to say something, he walked toward the table the Golden Trio and their clumsy friend occupied. As he passed his obsession, he could smell her intoxicating scent and unconsciously stopped behind her, his body undeniably close to hers. Taking in the scent he had grown to worship he noticed her hair. He reached out and brushed his hand against the wild mane, reminiscing over the previous day’s dream. He was utterly taken back by what happened next.

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Hermione could feel him behind her – standing and staring at her. But when she felt his hand brush against her hair, his fingers slightly grazing her neck, she immediately recalled the dream and stepped back into his body, smiling when she felt her back make contact with his chest.

Completely surprised by what occurred, Snape lost all sense of direction as his body fell back into a Slytherin boy, his reaction causing the cauldron he was tending to tip over and the contents to spill all over the table. Picking himself up off the floor, Snape was livid.

“Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for carelessness. You should know better than to act so foolishly in a potions classroom.”

“Professor Snape, I didn’t mean to do it! You can’t possibly take points away from Gryffindor if it was an accident.”

Snape looked as if he was going to burst into flame. “Another ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. I’m surprised you still have yet to learn how to speak to a professor… another week of detention for not having learned the lesson the first time.”

Hermione’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t handle another week of detention with him. It wasn’t the detention she couldn’t handle, no, cleaning cauldrons was simple; it was the fact that she had to be alone with him, at night, in the dungeon that shocked her.

He looked around the room and then at the mess on the table. “Class dismissed. But for Miss Granger’s insistence on acting foolish, I want two feet of parchment on proper safety procedures in the classroom and what happens to careless witches and wizards when they don’t take their safety seriously. Oh, and I should add, that’s an addition to the already assigned homework,” he said with a arrogant smirk. Hearing the groans escape from the students around him, he couldn’t help but delight in their disappointment.

“Class dismissed,” he hissed, turning his back on them and making his way to his desk. When he was sure everyone had left he turned around, only to find Hermione standing with her hands on her hips and her eyes trained on him.

“Yes, Miss Granger?”

“You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“On the contrary, Miss Granger, you were careless and caused an accident.”

“That is the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever heard.”

“Would you like another week of detention, Miss Granger? Because I would be more than happy to oblige.”

“No thank you, Professor, one is enough. What I find strange, Professor Snape, is how you reacted. It wasn’t I who backed into the student, it was you.”

“Only after you walked into me, Miss Granger. I dare say that is carelessness on your part, not mine. Your detention begins tonight at 8 p.m.”

She couldn’t decide what she wanted to do more: hex him to the ninth layer of Hell or kiss him passionately. She wanted to smack him, she wanted to curse him…she wanted him to take her right then and there. With an overly exaggerated grunt of frustration, Hermione grabbed her bag and marched out of the room, slamming the dungeon door behind her.

Severus watched as she left the room, his hands gripping the desk behind him as tightly as they could without causing massive amounts of pain. It was all he could do to resist the temptation to take her right there. He had never seen her so outraged, so incredibly livid, so incredibly right. And he had never wanted her more than he did at that moment.

\'Oh Severus, what have you gone and done now?\'