Unforgettable

A/N – Warning! Gratuitous sex scene ahead with little plot development. Many thanks to all who reviewed. I don’t own this universe. I’m merely playing with it.

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Chapter Six –

Even as she drifted off to sleep, Hermione knew she should have taken some Dreamless Sleep Draught. But she was out and the apothecary had been closed. The main event of the day, her meeting with Snape, had swirled in her mind all day long. His behavior had been too bizarre not to spill over into her dreams. Add that to her already needy hormones and an erotic dream was sure to follow.

Severus said nothing as he pulled her through the halls of Hogwarts. Hermione stared at her feet, unable to see them as an eerie mist crawled along the castle floor. She’d stopped feeling ashamed once he’d sheathed himself inside her in the garden. Never before had she’d felt the fullness or the raw, sexual heat flow through her.

Once was not enough. This was some sordid, fulfilling dream anyway, right?

Just as Hermione thought they could go no deeper into the bowels of Hogwarts, Severus stopped. Pulling out his wand, he tapped the stone wall and whispered an incantation. A heavy, wooden door appeared and opened to admit them.

His hand on her wrist relaxed and he walked away. Hermione watched him, her eyes wide with wonder as he walked around the room, lighting candles.

Shadows danced on the walls and ceilings, concealing their master with ease. Hermione pulled her robe around her shoulders as the chill in the dungeon finally seeped into her flesh. Or was it nerves? What could she possibly be nervous about?

She had already shagged Snape in the garden, and opened herself for his scathing ridicule. It was doubtful her pride would ever recover from tonight’s lapse in judgment. More candles were lit and the soft light illuminated a large bed. Hermione could barely make out the color of the duvet, but knew in her heart that Severus would have nothing but Slytherin green.

His strong hands clasped her shoulders from behind and his breath brushed her cheek. “You’re overdressed,” his silken voice purred while his hands pulled her scarlet robe from her shoulders. The material fell like a satin pool around her ankles.

Moisture pooled between her legs and her breath caught when she heard and felt the rasp of her zipper being lowered. His lips followed his hands along the path of her shoulders as he removed the garment down her arms.

“Severusss,” Hermione hissed through clenched teeth. She didn’t dare unclench her jaw. Her teeth might chatter.

Once she was naked, she could feel his naked flesh against her back and wanted to reach back and touch him, but he was holding her arms. Thrusting her bum backwards, Hermione smiled when she felt him tremble.

“Careful, Hermione,” he growled against her neck. “Or I’ll bend you over where you stand and shag you until you cry for me to stop.” His hands kneaded her breasts and his fingertips plucked her nipples. “Or is that what you want? Is the lust driving you insane?”

She heard him mumble something else but couldn’t quite make out the words.

He kissed a path along one arm and onto her palm, sucking her fingers into his mouth one by one. Once he was finished cleaning her fingers, he cupped his hand over hers and guided it to her body. For the breath of a moment, she lost the warm contact with his body.

He’d reached for his wand. She could see it in his hand now.

“Accio Mirror,” he whispered, keeping her palm flat against her stomach.

Her eyes locked with his in the mirror as he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. The gesture was gentle, almost caring. His hand slid hers lower, his fingers intertwining with hers.

She gulped when she felt his fingertips brush against her folds.

“Touch yourself, Hermione,” he instructed, his dark eyes boring into hers in the reflective surface of the mirror.

Without hesitation, he slid her fingers into her moist slit and rubbed her clitoris. She closed her eyes.

“Keep them open,” Severus insisted, lightly biting her shoulder, stroking himself, and rubbing the crown of his sex on the upper part of her buttocks.

Hermione whimpered, wanting more than fingers brushing over her clit. “I want more,” she moaned, grinding her ass against him.

“Yes,” he agreed, pushing her away from him and toward the bed.

She was surprised to see the mirror move with them. Obviously he’d charmed it so that he could watch. Just as she was crawling onto the bed, a harsh hand grabbed her waist. She moaned as she felt the tip of him probe her sex. Looking into the mirror, she could see him mounting her.

As long as she would live, Hermione would never forget the look on his face, much less the feel of him sliding into her slick orifice. He stayed embedded inside her. As if momentarily distracted, his hands ran the course of her back and bum.

Hermione tried to lean forward, trying to create the friction she so desperately needed. But he held her to him. She looked at him questioningly, his somber eyes capturing her amber ones. It was as if a cold hand brushed her thoughts. She tried to look away, but soon found herself unable to do so.

He was inside her, in the literal sense. Severus swam past the aphrodisia that overrode her intellect and guided the lust. He went deeper, searching for something else.

She tore her eyes away from the mirror and felt his tenuous grasp slip from her thoughts. Looking anywhere but the mirror, Hermione pushed back against Severus, who finally grabbed hold of her hips with both hands and thrust into her.

“Merlin’s Beard,” she whimpered, finally able to feel the entirety of his length touch her cervix.

He withdrew slowly, the head teasing her entrance. “Look into the mirror,” his voice coaxed forcefully.

Hermione thrust back against him, not really realizing her small victory.

With a hissed curse, Severus pounded into her. It was a punishing pace, she was certain. But Hermione didn’t care. The need was too great and the pleasure was worth every scathing remark that she knew would come after this frenzied mistake.

Opening her eyes, Hermione moaned, the erotic dream fading before she could remember any details.

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Hermione strode into the vault that doubled as her department’s office. With so many rare, yet cursed artifacts, it paid to be careful. Her frustration with the day’s beginning grew. Not only had she had the best, sexually fulfilling dream and couldn’t remember it, she’d spent way too much time in the shower. And now her supervisor, Eglerns, wasn’t here.

A loud bang sounded in the next room, and Hermione jumped. “Hello? Are you all right?” she asked, daring to take a peek into the antechamber.

“Yes, yes,” a gruff voice assured.

She could only see the goblin’s backside as he dangled over the edge of a rather large trunk. “Would you like some assistance, Figley?”

As though startled by the question, Figley righted himself and faced Hermione. “What are you doing here?” he asked abruptly.

Hermione looked around the room, suddenly unsure of herself. The vaults looked the same. Had she happened into the wrong one? “I, uh, work here,” she stated.

“No you don’t,” Figley retorted.

She felt as though she’d been punched in the stomach. “Y-yes. I do.”

“Head Curse-Breaker Eglerns is not going to be happy,” Figley stated, his agitation over the circumstances growing.

“About what?” she asked. “Have I done something wrong?” Feeling the pit in her stomach expand, Hermione tried to piece his comments together. “If this is about the ancient puzzle box, I can explain. I wanted to –”

“You’ve been reassigned,” Figley announced with a sneer, seemingly enjoying the witch’s sudden pallor. “Didn’t you get your bat this morning?”

Hermione winced. She thought she’d heard a dull thud on her window before she’d left for work, but she’d been running late and ignored it. Her employer was renowned for being cheap – that, and the fact that goblins found owls rather tasty.

“Reassigned?” Hermione questioned. “Where?”

Figley tapped his chin with long fingers in mock contemplation.

Hermione took a calm yet shaky breath, not wanting to be sacked for hexing a co-worker. “Tell me, Figley. Before you have a most unfortunate accident,” she stated, fingering her wand.

The goblin scoffed, his narrow little eyes forming mean slits. “Hogwarts,” he grumbled in concession. “You’ve been reassigned to Hogwarts – a private contractor. Eglerns is finalizing the contract now.”

Her brows knitted together in a definitive scowl. Would she ever be rid of the egotistical, maniacal Potions master? She’d spent the two years away from Hogwarts and him. Why did fate seem to throw him onto her path now?

He’d seemed so intent yesterday. What was he plotting? Whatever it was, she was sure to find out. Hadn’t she spent a rather large portion engaging in “rule-breaking” at his expense? Was this his revenge? Was this her comeuppance?

Part of her was exhilarated. She was going on assignment. This was definitely a step in the right direction for her career plans. The other part, while privately longing for his presence, dreaded being near him. He held sway over her that no one else did, sway she was determined to eliminate.

Professor Snape wouldn’t know what hit him.

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