Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: Say it with me…I don’t own it, just being naughty.
Rating: N17
AN: Thanks MistressMalfoy for being available for me to bug when I needed a sexy word or two lol ;)
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Professor Snape advanced on her, his pace slow yet menacing as he closed in. Hermione stepped back and again till she hit something hard at her back. She used her hands to feel behind her. It felt cold and smooth; metallic. Snape was still coming closer, that familiar sneer touched his thin yet strong mouth and his eyes were almost black with…what? Rage? Something else?

He gripped her arm, almost painfully, and spun her around to face the sink. It was empty and shiny which struck her as strange since usually the sink is filled with filthy cauldrons waiting to be scrubbed. Hermione felt her hair being pulled back and her head with it. His mouth was by her ear and his tongue flicked out quickly to taste her sensitive lobe

“Well hello, Lolita.” His voice was so deep, rumbling in her ear and sending sensual shudders through her entire body.

His hand slid slowly down her back and cupped her tight ass and squeezed firmly. His other hand gripped her arm and held her in place while his smouldering mouth blazed a hot, wet tail across her shoulder and up her throat.

Hermione sat up straight in bed, her breath coming in short sharp gasps and her body aching. She swore savagely and threw her covers aside before climbing out of bed and stumbling to the shower. She smiled slightly under the hot spray, so glad that she didn’t have to fight to get in any more now she had her own personal bathroom.

Feeling a little better, but still frustrated, Hermione stepped into the large dining room to find that she was the first one in. She sat on the Gryffindor table, somehow it seemed silly to sit in one of the chairs when she was all alone. Immediately a pot of coffee and a large mug appeared beside her.

Hermione sipped her coffee and enjoyed the silence. She’d missed Hogwarts over the summer. All those little things like the moving stair cases, that old book smell, the sound of the ghost horse whinnying, silly really but she treasured them all the same. The sound of a door closing nearby alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone. She turned to see a grinning Remus strolling towards her, pot in one hand mug in the other.

“Good morning Hermione.” He said, his voice still slightly rough from sleep. He perched himself on the table next to her.

“Good morning Professor Lupin.” She smiled at him and raised her cup a little in toast before taking another sip. “Sleep well?”

He grimaced and pulled her cup back. “Oh no you don’t.”

With a flick of his wand her cup was empty and her pot was gone.

“Hey! I need that.” A look of outrage crossed her face but was soon replaced by a goofy smile as, with a wink, Remus refilled her cup from his own pot.

“Mine’s better.” He said with a smug grin.

Hermione took and sip and trembled as the rich taste of chocolate, cinnamon and coffee slid over her tongue and down her throat. She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment.

“I bow to the coffee God.” She said and took another sip.

They sat in comfortable silence for a time, both enjoying the quiet.

“So.” Remus turned to Hermione with a slightly cheeky grin, “Page 394?”

Hermione laughed and blushed. “I was supposed to way out of the line of fire when Draco came out.” She shook her head, “I should have known that he’d find a way to drag me into that one.”

“Well, may I say that it was a very daring dare.” Remus chuckled.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” Hermione laughed, “Yes I do, I wanted to make sure that Draco regretted blackmailing me into the stupid game in the first place. And if I managed to annoy Snape and Give you a giggle, what’s the harm?” She dug her fingers into his ribs and laughed when he squealed.

“We don’t tickle the Professors, Miss Granger.” He put on his best professional voice but squealed again when she took another dig.

“We do if they squeal like a girl.” She teased and they both laughed.

The sound of another door slamming closed brought them back and they both shifted slightly apart and both sighed with relief when they saw that it was only Sirius.

“Morning.” He said shortly and poured himself some coffee.

“Sleep well, Casanova?” Hermione grinned at him, but her face quickly cleared when she saw his angry expression.

“Miss Granger, you will address me with more respect in future, if you please.” Sirius sent her a dark look before turning his back and heading for the Professor’s table.

Remus stood and made to say something but was stopped by Hermione’s hand on his arm. She shook her head.

“Of course, I apologize Professor Black.” She spoke calmly then placed her cup back on the table. “Thank you for the coffee Professor Lupin.” She said in the same tone the left the great hall feeling dazed and confused and in need of a quiet place to sit.

Never. Never in all the years that she had known Sirius Black, had he spoken to her that way. Even when they were fighting, he had never held such a tone of coldness and almost dislike. Hermione shook her head. No, she must have imagined the coldness. “He just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” She thought, “Later he’ll be all apologies and smiles again. I’m sure.”

~*~*~

Later that morning, Hermione entered the great hall again with Ginny, Ron, and Harry. They sat together and waved at Remus and Sirius and Hagrid. All three waved back and grinned, but Hermione noticed that Sirius’ eyes turned cold when they fell on her and she had to turn away to hide her hurt expression. What was wrong with him? He had been fine with her last night then all of a sudden…

Hermione shrugged and decided that maybe she had been a little too personal with him this morning, and he was her Professor and all. She vowed to behave in a much more student-to-teacher manner from now on. They would have plenty of time to patch together their friendship after she graduated.

The mail owls flew in and dropped their timetables in front of them. Immediately Harry, Hermione, and Ron put their heads together to see which classes they shared. Harry and Hermione were together in Potions and agreed to be partners this year, much to Hermione’s relief. All three were in DADA, transfiguration, and Charms but Hermione was on her own in Arithmancy.

Ginny looked up at the Professor’s table and frowned. “So, she’s looking pretty damn happy up there, but he looks pissed and tired.”

“What?” Hermione looked up at her confused.

Ginny spoke slowly, her eyes twinkling, “Our bet? Sirius and Professor Raisier? 5 Sickles riding on him getting L-U-C-K-Y?”

“Oh…OH! I forgot.” Hermione looked up at the other table. Miss Raisier did indeed look very happy and a little smug, but Sirius… Is he glaring at me? Hermione thought as she noticed that he was looking her way. Eyes dark, jaw clenched. She looked away and had to bite her lip to hold her face passive. Why was he so angry at her?

“I um…I don’t know. I guess you win.” Hermione pasted on, what she thought was a rather fake looking smile and handed her friend 5 coins.

Ginny grabbed her hand, but not before pocketing the coins with a smug grin that made Hermione chuckle. “Are you alright? You’ve been a little quiet this morning.”

“I’m fine, I just had a little falling-out with someone this morning.” She smiled and gave her friend’s hand a squeeze. “It just left me a bit…” She waved her hand as she searched for the word. “I don’t know. I’ll be fine though.”

She looked down at the table for a bit then up to see Remus watching her with a concerned look in his eyes. She smiled at him in a way that she hoped was reassuring

~*~*~

The day went fast. After 6 years of Hogwarts routine it was all second nature to them all. During DADA Sirius had pretty much ignored her all together, and ‘though she did feel his eyes on her a few times she refused to meet them.

What the hell was wrong with him? What was wrong with her? Since when had she ever been afraid to look at someone? Even when Ron was at his most jealous, and that was pretty damn scary, she had never been afraid to look at him. But there was just something so unnerving about the look in Sirius’ eyes. So filled with cold dislike. It hurt more then she was willing to admit. And yet there was something so familiar about that look.

Hermione and Harry sat side by side in the dungeon while they waited for the Potions class to start. Pretty soon Draco and his two cronies strutted in smirking and chuckling at what ever cruel Joke Draco had just told. He shooed them off to go sit and paused beside Hermione.

He leaned down and spoke quietly into her ear. “You alright Granger?”

She turned to look at him shocked. Hermione had expected him to whisper something lurid or obscene. She grinned and nodded. “I’m alright. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, “You looked sad this morning.” At her even more shocked expression he grinned, “Very occasionally, the blood does rush upwards to my brain.” He gave her a wink, then straightened up.

With a wicked grin Hermione stood up and slapped him sharply. “You and your filthy mouth better stay the hell away from me or so help me I will hex your ferret ass!” She smirked at his outraged expression and mouthed the word, “Thank you “ and winked back.

Draco shook his head and chuckled, “It was worth it Mudblood.”

“What was that about?” Harry asked when she sat back down.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Just Malfoy being a prat.”

Professor Snape stalked arrogantly into the Potions room, his sneer firmly in place. Once at his podium he spun gracefully on his heel and his robe billowed impressively. Slowly his eyes surveyed the room and paused on her for a moment but long enough for her to feel the heat of his gaze and see the darkening of his eyes.

The class progressed and Snape was his usual snarky self, and then some. He seemed to be taking a new pleasure in his words and actions, pausing for dramatic effect, pacing and spinning on his heel. The lecture was on Wolfsbane Potion and he took great pains to describe exactly what it was used for and the consequences if it should be made incorrectly.

“Who invented Wolfsbane Potion?” Snape spoke as he strode back to his podium.

Hermione’s hand flew quickly into the air with well practiced grace and without turning Snape invited her to answer. “Wolfsbane Potion was invented by Damocles Belby, who received the Order of Merlin.”

“Correct Miss Granger.” He turned and met her eyes, holding her gaze for longer then was necessary. “And how many days before the full moon must the Wolfsbane Potion be prepared?”

Hermione licked her suddenly dry lips and felt her heart beat more rapidly under his scrutiny. She swallowed the lump that seemed to be forming in her throat but was still shocked by the gruffness of her voice when she answered, “Fourteen days exactly.”

The lesson passed quickly and by the end the students had at least a foot of parchment containing the notes on his lecture. More then once Snape’s hand touched her shoulder as he passed. And more then once he placed a firm hand on her desk and leaned down so his face was next to hers as he read over her notes, often leaving her with a comment like: “Very thorough Miss Granger.”

His closeness made her breath catch and his deep sensual voice so near her ear made her body pulse and tremble. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek and knew that she had only to turn her head slightly and he could have claimed her mouth. But before she had time to respond in any way he had straightened up and was striding away again. Her cheeks flushed and her body tightened. Damn he was hot.

“You will each write me a 2 ft parchment on the ingredients, properties, and dangers involved in Wolfsbane Potion. And tomorrow, being exactly 14 days till the full moon, we will be making the potion. So be prepared.”

~*~*~

“Merlin, Snape you are hung like a stud horse!”

Snape, who was at that moment pacing back and forth in the still unfamiliar body stopped and glared at the grinning Sirius. “For Merlin’s sake Black, don’t you ever think of anything else? And stop grinning, I don‘t grin.”

“Why the hell not? You must be beating the witches off with a stick.” Sirius fell into a large black armchair, his much taller, paler body folding gracefully into the frame.

“Not quite.” Snape answered darkly. “Now if you don’t mind we have another issue that needs to be dealt with.” he turned and looked in the mirror at the face of his enemy. This body was smaller, so much more handsome, but the hair. He flicked the long black hair, impatiently, back over his shoulder. How the hell does Black put up with this ridiculous effeminate hair?

“Well I think we can agree that we know exactly Jack….”

“Yes thank you Black, you really are a helpful mutt, aren’t you?” Snape glared at the other man. Then moved and sat in the armchair across from him.

“Look I’m sorry,” Sirius shrugged, “But I know as much as you, and believe me I am just as frustrated.” He sighed. “You’re right we should tell Dumbledore.”

Sirius looked around the room and pursed his lips. His eyes flicked back to the other man. There was something so surreal about looking at himself sitting in the other armchair.

“So…Can I try it out?”

“What?!” Snape snapped, looking at…himself, in disgust.

“You know…” He gave Snape a wicked grin and flicked his eyes down towards his pants and back up to Snape. “Can I try IT out.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Black.”

“Ah come on mate, just once. I’ll even let you try mine.”

Snape threw his hands in the air and chuckled. “You know what, go for it and good luck because you are going to need it.” Snape gave him a meaningful look. “Remember who’s body you have after all.”

Sirius raised a confused eyebrow. “Tell me you’re joking. Merlin Sniv…Snape. You have more issues then a bloody magazine rack.” Sirius shook his head. “You know if you just relaxed a bit and smiled occasionally you’d be combing the birds out of your hair for weeks.”

Snape placed a hand over his forehead and grimaced, “Black, you’re giving me a headache. I don’t care what you do with my body, just as long as the other is willing and not Minerva…or Lupin.”

Sirius laughed and slapped his leg. “See there you go. That wasn’t bad.” he leaned forward, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Did you hurt yourself?”

The other man rolled his eyes and flicked again at his hair. He swore and stood again, looking around the room till he found what he was looking for. He picked up the thin, black piece of cloth and used it to tie back his long silky hair.

He turned to Sirius and pointed at his tied hair. “I swear Black, if we aren’t back in our own bodies within the week I’m cutting this ridiculous curtain, you call hair, off.” He smirked at Sirius’ shocked and slightly scared expression. “Oh and I put Miss Granger in her place this morning. How can you actually let her talk to you that way?” Snape waved his hand and sat back in his chair. “Needless to say she has learned her lesson.”

Sirius’ face paled, more so. “What are you talking about?”

“That insufferable girl had to gall to call me, “Casanova.” She has absolutely no regard for your position here or her place as a student. And if you ask me she was getting just a little too cosy with the wolf as w…” he was interrupted as Sirius suddenly flew across the room and gripped the shocked and gasping Potions Master around the throat.

Sirius’ lip curled as he glared at Snape, “You listen to me you slimy snake. A heartless reptile like you could never understand how much that woman means to me.”

Snape gasped and seemed to be trying to indicate with rushed, panicked movements that Sirius was killing his own body. But Sirius was beyond caring.

“You will make things right with her and you will not do anything to hurt her…Ever again, or so help me, I will take this body for a visit to Lupin and allow him to let loose with all that werewolf strength on this pale, bony ass of yours.” he grinned maliciously at Snape’s fearful expression. “Ol’ Remus swings both ways, so believe me, if I approach him just before the next full moon he will be unable to resist pounding your tight ass all night long.”

Snape nodded and stood immediately when Sirius let up on his throat. His breath came hard and his heart beat too fast as he looked at the, still dangerously angry, wizard sitting back in the other armchair. With a slight shudder Snape gathered his remaining dignity and with a nod of understanding left the room to find Hermione.