an unlikely match...

She sat on the edge of a stool, writing something hurriedly in her scratchy handwriting with the quill brushing the air around it. She seemed quite intense about it, just as she always had been in school. She was in the Potions lab, she could see the cauldron simmering to her right and she seemed momentarily entranced by its bubbling rich, light, ochre color.

Her legs dangled down off the stool, her feet barely reaching the ground as her toes tapped gainst it to an unknown rhythm, the smell of ingredients from various potions encasing her. It was late, the lights from the large window missing and that familiar mid-evening chill settling into the cold lab.

It was then that the tall dark man out of the corner of her eyes came slowly over behind her, thinking he was almost unnoticed by her as she hurriedly scribbled down more notes onto the parchment. Her heart beat heavily as she feigned ignoring him, her lips curving into a hidden smirk.

A finger of his delicately made its way up her spine, as she suppressed a shiver. She regulated her voice, trying to show her competence. “I’m trying to work Professor.”

There was a low chuckle as he stood behind her. A shiver broke out, sending goosebumps to rise under the fingers that made its way up to the back of her neck, stroking gently, evenly. He brushed the heavy mane of hair that curled down her back, and it fell over her shoulder, leaving her neck exposed to the cold air, pricking at it.

“It’s due tomorrow.” She offered weakly, feeling his frame pressed against her back, still slowly dropping his hand along her collar bone, tracing unknown words upon her as she felt her knees buckle.

“Perhaps it could wait.” His murmured voice offered a statement, not a question. She didn’t answer though, only licked her lips and dipped her quill into the inkpot dragging it back over to her parchment and continuing. His breath still fell in soft waves over her bare neck and she tried to concentrate. If she didn’t finish her work now, it would only mean more work to be done later.

He leaned forward a bit, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and unbuttoning her blouse from behind her as with every button undone he kissed her collar slowly, gently.

The blouse was then brought down over her shoulders as it lay in the crook of her arms. The air hitting her still clothed breasts and involuntarily raising her nipples, she winced as they hit the rough fabric from her bra, aching for release. She didn’t see his eyes, but she knew they’d be gleaming, and his mouth in a predatory smile.

His tongue slipped forward onto her collar, kissing and swirling as she tried to see over his dark head to her paper. It proved to be impossible and she gently let her quill slip from her fingers, leaving a large dark pool of ink over her parchment. She noticed this and sighed as she tried to get angry at him.

“Now I’ve got to start all over again.” She said darkly, wondering if he’d continue. He chuckled lowly, and did.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the hard nipples through the cloth while she moaned lowly, her head lolling back and resting on his shoulder. Watching him through slightly closed eyes, Hermione growled deeply in his throat, as he dropped the straps of her bra, lowering until her breasts were exposed. She hadn’t even a chance to see what they looked like in the dim light of the cold classroom, because as soon as they met the air, Snape’s mouth was over one of them, sucking and tasting as she groaned delightedly while he played with the other, worrying it between his fingertips.

“Ohhh…Oh God….” She moaned, feeling as his hands and mouth continued expertly, leaving her shaking and never wanting him to stop. She whimpered as his hand and mouth finally did pull away, and he pulled up her bra over her shoulders, her blouse forgotten on the crook of her arm. Her head still lay on his shoulder, inhaling his hair and the scent of his skin.

“If your certain you have to continue with your work, Miss Granger.” He purred in her ear from behind her, nipping at her earlobe softly. His hands suddenly on her thigh, moving her skirt slowly up as her legs shuddered. Slowly his fingers moved their way to her panties, relishing in the heat that he encountered there. “Then I suppose I have no choice but to leave you to it.”

He pulled back from her, his fingers stroking her gently a moment and pulling away as she moaned. He had to be joking. She looked to him in disbelief as he prepared to leave, already to the door. She stood, knocking the inkpot and parchment from her desk. They both landed on the floor, the inkpot smashing and causing him to turn.

“Miss Granger.” He said darkly, moving back to her playfully with a look that was obviously aroused feigning anger. “You’ve made quite the mess of my classroom, after I was kind enough to offer it to you to study in. That is quite unforgivable.”

There was a small chuckle from her and he raised an eyebrow in question. “Not only have you interrupted me everytime I’ve tried to work, Severus Snape.” She said, tossing her blouse to the floor, and beginning with her skirt. “But now, you intend to leave me in such a state of desire that you only you can fulfil...that my dear Professor is unforgivable.”

He looked intrigued as he drew closer, looking to her with desire clearly in his eyes. She slid herself onto the table, her ankles overlapping as she swung her legs back and forth over the side casually. She looked to him as she undid her skirts last latch and it fell open to reveal white panties. She ced hed her legs and gave him an inviting smirk.

He walked slowly over, making his way to the desk where a very alluring creature sat atop of it, giving off more sexual energy that he had ever encountered. Quickly he was in front of her and uncrossing her legs with his hands, his eyes looking into hers and never leaving. He parted her legs generously as she blushed and he walked inbetween them, grasping her bare shoulders under his arms and kissing her reverently on her aching lips.

Moments later she pulled away, giving him an airy look. “Honestly Severus, I’ve no time for games. I must finish my paper.”

“I’ll write it for you.” He growled, his hands travelling over her enticing young body, enjoying every sigh she emitted with his caresses. He kissed her lips again, his tongue sliding into the mouth he had kissed so many times before.

“No.” she said, breaking from the ionaionate gesture, and crossing her arms. “That would be cheating. And very un-Gryffindor.”

“I prefer to think in a much more Slytherin manner.” He murmured into her hair, kissing her neck then and moving slowly downward. Again she broke away from his lips, pushing him slightly.

“I really must be leaving Professor.” She said as prepared to move off of the desk when she felt his strong grip around her shoulders, looking to her and pushing her back onto the desk. She felt the bulge of his trousers rubbing against her damp panties and she moaned softly, loving every encounter she had with him. He spoke into her ear darkly, his mere tone and timber of voice sending sparks off inside of her.

“You Miss Granger, are not going anywhere.”

* * * * *

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

Hermione awoke from her daytime nap, gasping and looking around the room in horror. “What the hell was that?”

Had she just been having…a sex dream with Severus Snape as the object of fantasy? Him of all people? She bloody well hated him! hated. She was supposed to be marrying Austere! She was supposed to be having sex dreams about him! Not his ruddy git of a brother! Plus…she never had sex dreams. Ever.

“What’s wrong with me?” she moaned, grasping her head in her hands as she sighed heavily, her head whirling and her mouth tasting dry and cotton-like. She had lain down perhaps an hour ago in hopes that she could gain back some of the sleep she had lost on that horrible sofa the night before.

She had been moved from ‘Snape’s room.’ into the one directly across the hall earlier that day. The maids claimed that the empty rooms in the other wing had already been prepared for Harry, Ron and Ginny’s visit, along with several Snape relatives coming in later for the wedding reception and so forth. Her clothes had been sent in, and she detected that they faintly smelled of Snape’s cologne…or that was just that smell from his various experiments. Whatever it was it was delicious, and distracting. She had ordered them to be washed at once.

The room she was in was just as splendid as Snape’s, perhaps even more so. Hermione hadn’t minded moving, only minding her nearby neighbor. Not that she suspected she’d be seeing much of him anyway.

She suspected that Snape took the other room from her for her mere torment and worry that she may come across something in that room that he might hold dear. Or, her mind offered, He may just be hiding something.

This did seem feasible, but now she was feeling most uncomfortable. Sticky from sweat an a strange tingling in her stomach. That dream about Severus had been most impromptu and almost familiar, as if she recalled it. Not that she did obviously, she barely spoke to the man during classes and the odd occasion she had run into him outside of school.

She stood shakily, making her int into the bathroom and lookio heo her flushed complexion. She turned on the brass sink, dipping her finger under the tap until it was cold enough to be considered quite freezing.

“At least Harry, Ron and Ginny are coming tonight.” She muttered to herself, splashing the cold water on her face and shivering as some of the droplets landed on her chest and slid down her chest sending back memories of the dream. What a dream.

She dressed, brushed her teeth and made her way into the hall just as a Severus shut his own door behind hie loe looked to her in momentary surprise and then set his features again harsh and unrelenting.

“Miss Granger.”

She flushed, recalling the dream. God, how could she even look at him every again.

“Professor Snape.”

They stood in silence, arms crossed and shooting grimaces’ and glares at one another before he spoke, not wanting to stand alone with her any longer she supposed. His voice was low and deliberate, he always gave such thought to his words whether the lon long or short. She could still recall the first speech he gave from her first year, that memory of him was quite clear.

“I am to have drinks with Austere later this evening.” He said with a dark frown, “He said it is to discuss something most urgent. Have you any idea what that may be?” he looked to her inquiring, almost trying to read her eyes. She shot him a look of complete ambiguity, how should she know?

“No, I don’t.” she answered sti, as, as she noticed his almost crestfallen look. She narrowed her eyes on him, a look she knew was much too Snape-like to be her own creation. “Do you know why?”

He looked somberly to her, “No.”

God, would it kill you to smile once and a while? She nodded to his sullen face and then pressing a few fingers in her mouth she suppressed a yawn. “Do you think he’s alright?”

Snape didn’t seem interested in the boring topic of Austere any longer, as he was now quite rudely staring at her, that penetrating gaze is nis never giving her a minutes reprieve. It was maddening. She felt her face beginning to flush as she recalled the heated dream. Honestly Hermione, grow up.

“You had a pleasant nap I take it?”

“It was…agreeable.” She faltered, trying not to look at him as she spoke and his dark eyes glittered malevolently and she saw a small smirk starting on his lips. What an odd question. She was about to question him on it and that strange comment from yesterday when there was a soft voice from her right and she suppressed a groan.

Charlotte stood, clad in her maid uniform and shooting Snape small flirtatious glances from behind impossibly thick lashes. Hermione rolled her eyes, looking to Severus whom she expected to be giving Charlotte quite interested glances. To her surprise he wasn’t, he was still staring at her openly.

“Master Mistress Potter and Master Weasley are here.” Charlotte said, her voice tinkling and making Hermione feel quite awkward. Charlotte had a beautiful speaking voice, and Hermione often found her own to be a bit screechy at times. Charlotte was delicate, taller and willowy than Hermione. Hermione was shorter, plumper and was constantly speaking, questioning, she knew Austere hated it when she did.

“Thank you Charlotte.” Hermione said, trying to make her voice a bit softer. Snape looked to her in surprise when she did so, noticing the hitch in her voice. “I’ll be right down.”

Charlotte nodded, giving Hermione a respectful smile and shooting an oblivious Snape a look that meant only one thing. When Charlotte had gone on those impossible long legs of hers, Hermione turned back to Snape and sighed, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. Now that Charlotte had left she felt a bit more confident.

“I suppose I’ll see you at dinner then.” Hermione offered. “I hope drinks with Austere go well.”

Snape didnnswenswer, only stared after her as she continued walking down the hall briskly and coldly. Then she stopped, whirling around to see him still leaning against his doorframe with a raised eyebrow. She walked over to him again, her hand wringing nervously together as she did so.

“Professor? ” She frowned at her cowardice and his rudeness that hindered her to call him by his first name. “I don’t know what I’ve done to offend you in the past. I just wish to move beyond this unpleasantness. I care for Austere deeply, and if there’s anything terribly wrong with him you’ll tell me won’t you?”

He didn’t answer, his eyes only narrowing as she spoke. With every word she spoke he seemed to get angrier and angrier. His hands had now turned into clenched fists at his sides, and she only assume his teeth were clenched. He didn’t answer her, opting now to open his door walk in and slam it in her face.

She sighed and walked on, ignoring the unsettling feeling in her abdomen.

The man was bizarre.

She just couldn’t understand him. What was wrong with him? Why did he want her out of his room so quickly? She just couldn’t understand him at all.

She was halfway to the hall when it suddenly clicked. Obviously there was something in Snape’s room that he didn’t want her to see. That was why he had so rudely ushered her out without a valid explanation. But what could it be? He curiosity was rushing around her, sending her almost toppling down the stairs that led to the hall where she could see Harry, Ron and Ginny excitedly talking back and forth.

A smile came about her face, not only from her friend’s arrival, but the fact that she would soon have Severus Snape being civil to her on a regular basis.

Drinks with Austere would prove to be most convenient, in that time she would plunder into Severus’ room, search it, clean it again and be back to spend time with her friends before the night was out. The only hurdle was to not get caught.

What could go wrong?