Hollow

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO JK ROWLING AND I JUST LIKE TO MESS WITH THEM…

And as always, THIS IS RATED NC17 FOR A REASON, so if you don’t like sex, don’t read it. Simple concept, isn’t that?

All characters are 18

CHAPTER SIX: Melted Ice

Snape sat at his desk, once more grading parchments. That was really all he had been assigning in the past few weeks, it had overall been less work for him and he hadn’t really been in the mindset to do any hands on teaching during that time. Today had been different though. It had been Hermione’s first time back and though she had been relieved to learn she hadn’t missed MUCH work, he felt she had deserved a good lesson after all he had put her through.
He thought back to his seventh year potions class. They had been working on healing potions and it was just like Hermione had never left. Her skinny arm had shot up in her face whenever he had asked a question, as usual Neville had messed up his potion adding either too much or too little of a specific ingredient, he couldn’t tell with that that boy. And Hermione had been whispering him directions on how to correct it. Only he didn’t have the heart to deduct points from her or Gryffindor even after Malfoy had said something about seven times.
There was a knock on his door. “ Come in,” he said wondering who but the headmaster would visit him this late at night. The door opened, and in walked a disgruntled Ms. Granger. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she looked skinner then usual, she was carrying her transfiguration book in her arms, and her bag bulged with other textbooks, no doubt that she had been studying; yet there was something about her. “ Can I help you Miss Granger?”
“ I was wondering if you could tell me how many feet of parchment the report on transformation potions is supposed to be.”
“ Four feet that should be nothing for you.” He said, accenting the ‘you.’
“ Thanks,” she turned towards his door.
“ Wait,” he said weakly.
“ Yes?” asked Hermione turning.
“ Please Miss Granger, sit down, I’d like to have a chat.” She sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, she looked nervous, and kept on shifting her position. “ How was your first day back to the real world?”
“ It was fine,” Hermione said. “ I’m not as behind as I initially thought I was. We started human transfiguration though, and I’m annoyed I missed the beginning of that. And pretty much I’m caught up with the readings in most of my other classes.”
“ That’s good to hear. It’s nice you won’t use your absence as an advantage to avoid work, as most people would.” He paused. “ What are you doing wandering around this late, Miss Granger?”
“ I was in the library, Professor McGongall gave me permission to use the restricted section to catch up on some of the work and reports I missed, and since I’m a head girl, I also have extended hours.” He stared hard at her, his want for her growing stronger and stronger.
“ Come here, Miss Granger,” he said. She stood up and walked over to her. He stared deeply into her dark eyes. “ I’m… I’m glad that you’ve recovered.”
“ Thank you Pro…” but he cut her off with a deep kiss. Instead of pulling away like he initially expected her too, she pulled him close, and wrapped her arms around his waist, and deepening the kiss. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to have her. He slipped his arms by the ties to her black robe and untied them. The robes slipped off her shoulder leaving her torso exposed. He arms found the back of her bra and he undid it. He brought his mouth down to her already erect nipples and took one in his mouth. He heard her moan slightly. He slid his tongue down further and further l hel he was at her waist. Her nails cut into his back and her breathing got heavy… Then suddenly, he pulled away.
“ I’m sorry Miss Granger, I do not know what came over me… Please leave me now…” Snape buried his eyes behind his hands, seeing her through his slightly parted fingers, as she hurriedly put her clothes on, and ran out of the room, her skin tinged red.

WHAT THE HELL HAD COME OVER HIM? He didn’t understand it. Why was he drawn to this muggle born girl? You know why, inn inner voice in his head scolded him, she reminds you of Lily. He stopped and thought, and well it was true. She was some much like Lily the resemblance was uncanny. Someone who would sacrifice her own life for anyone, even one she hates. SNAP OUT OF IT SEVERUS, he scolded himself. He had just practically raped a student. If anyone found out, he’d be fired… but why didn’t she pull away? There were so many things that just confounded him. He went back to a stack of parchments, but found himself unable to concentrate, every time he tried too, he saw Hermione’s face staring back at him, or he heard her moans, or felt her nails digging into his skin. He didn’t know what to think anymore…


Hermione ran out of Snape’s office, confused beyond belief. She had no idea how to reflect on anything that had happened, especially because she discovered, she had enjoyed it. There was something comforting about his deep kisses, and something about his arms holding her, just made her feel protected, sheltered, maybe even loved. But what was she supposed to do? He was a teacher, and she was a student, if anyone found out, he’d be taken off staff and she’d be tortured by all the Slytherins, and then she would probably lose her status as head girl… Damn it, she thought as she paused in front of the Fat Lady.
“ Fairy kisses,” she said.
“ A little late, isn’t it dearie?” The Fat Lady responded as the picture lifted and the portal was revealed. Hermione let herself into the common room and took a seat in front of the roaring fire. She looked around; Harry and Ron seemed deeply involved in a wizard chess tournament with a bunch of fifth year and sixth years…
“ Where were you?” a voice interrupted.
“ In the library,” Hermione remarked.
“ Come on Hermione, the library closed about an hour ago. Where were you really?”
“ I was just walking around, Ginny, that’s all.” Hermione looked at her friend. “ I hadn’t been able to do that for awhile, it felt good.”
“ I see,” said the fiery redheaded girl, but you could tell she wasn’t convinced with Hermione’s tale. “ How was the library?”
“ Fine… I’m not as far behind as I thought I’d end up being.”
“ That’s good.”
“ Well anyways, I’m a little tired, I think I’m going to go to bed.”
“ Okay goodnight Hermione, I’ll see you at breakfast.”
“ Yeah, goodnight Ginny.” Hermione gather up her stuff and walked up the spiral stairs to her single room. She crawled into bed, robes and all, still reminiscent of the time spend with Snape, his scent lingering on her. Finally, she closed her eyes.

LOST ANGEL’S NOTES: I’m sorry, it’s short, and it probably sucks, so sue me. But I wanted to get something up that went with my NC-17 rating but didn’t mess with my plot as well, and here’s the result… Hope you guys won’t hate me too much after reg itg it.