It Happened One Hallow's Eve

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 6 ~ A Haven

Severus and Hermione appeared in the infirmary, back to back, wands extended. But all of the ghosts were still in the subdungeons. They had done their best to stun them all but the speed with which they were waking made it impossible to get them all down at the same time, so the pair retreated.

Severus quickly walked to Poppy’s medicinal stores and grabbed a few bottles of pepper-up potion to help keep them alert through the night. Then he hesitated as he looked at the pain potions…then slowly took two bottles of purple potion and placed them in his pocket…just in case he would need them for the Gryffindor witch. Things had changed with the quick recovery of the ghosts, and Hermione’s innocence was a powerful draw for the specters.

He turned to see the witch standing right behind him. Hermione had seen him take the pain potions and put them in his pocket. Her eyes were glistening as she looked at him.

“You took those for me, didn’t you Professor?” she asked him softly.

Severus stared at her for a moment, his dark eyes meeting hers.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I thought perhaps the circle had changed things. But it didn’t Miss Granger. It seems we may be forced to flee the ghosts for the entire night…and your innocence will bring them faster. If we cannot come up with a solution that will give us respite from the creatures…”

”You’ll have to deflower me,” the witch finished for him, her eyes resting on his face.

“Yes,” the wizard said, then he hesitated.

“What is it?” Hermione urged, “Tell me Professor.”

The wizard sighed.

“If I do deflower you, Miss Granger…I fear it will not be the experience you deserve for a first time. Most likely it will be very hurried and incomplete. It will be a…a physical deflowering, rather than the kind…the kind…”

”You won’t be able to finish,” she said, her eyes going a bit dark.

“Most likely, I will not,” the wizard agreed, his eyes locked to her face.

What a wasted opportunity for both of them. Severus was also a bit out of sorts because Hermione was still physically seventeen as far as he knew, but her use of the time turner in her third year actually had aged her to eighteen years of age. Technically.

Hermione thought that she would be able to deal with that. The way the Professor was looking at her, she thought he would prefer to give her a full sexual experience, rather than just break her hymen.

“You’d like to finish…wouldn’t you, Professor?” the witch asked him rather boldly.

Severus swallowed.

“You are very attractive to me, Miss Granger, in a number of ways, but if I must do this, I would prefer to complete the act, to complete you, to show you exactly what intercourse is…how pleasant it can be. As it stands however, neither of us will find any fulfillment. You will only have the pain of deflowerment, and I…the frustration of merely sampling your charms,” he said hoarsely. “It isn’t something I'd choose for either of us. But possibly we can find another solution.”

Hermione looked at him in silence for several seconds.

“Maybe we can,” she agreed.

The pair stood there, looking at each other…the tension between them palpable. Severus offered her one of the pepper-up potions.

“Drink this,” he said as the witch took it out of his hand.

The Professor uncorked his own vial and they both drank them down.

Severus felt the effects of the potion invigorate him. He looked at Hermione.

“Do you feel refreshed?” he asked her.

Hermione nodded, her amber eyes resting on him thoughtfully. She was considering suggesting he deflower her now. There were plenty of cots in the infirmary, and they had a little time before the ghosts would arrive. He might be able to take some time with her if they did it now. The witch drew in a deep breath to try and still the battalion of dragons flapping about in her belly.

“Professor?” she began.

He looked at her, then said,

“I know Miss Granger, this would be the perfect time to get some rest and conserve our energy,” he said, walking away from her toward a group of chairs along the wall and taking a seat, resting his wand between his legs.

Hermione looked after Severus, then walked over and sat down one seat away from the wizard. She had been about to ask him to expend some energy. But she had lost her nerve now and simply looked down at the floor.

They sat in silence for several minutes, before Hermione asked the wizard a question.

“Professor, exactly why can’t you apparate out of the castle?” the witch asked him.

“Because it is covered with a protective ecto-covering designed to keep the ghosts and everything else in,” the wizard said. “It will melt away when the rays of the sun hit it tomorrow morning.”

Hermione jumped up suddenly, looking very excited.

“What? Where did it come from?” she asked him, her eyes shifting rapidly.

“As far as I know, from the castle itself. It is a built-in protection created after the last Night of Madness,” the wizard said.

Hermione thought a bit more, then smiled broadly.

“Professor! I think I know where we can hide!” Hermione said. “The ROR!”

Severus looked at her, then stood up.

“Let’s go, Miss Granger,” he said, looping his arm in hers and disapparating.

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The ghosts were moving through the castle slowly, casting about for the couple’s signatures. Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore and his steed were already on the fourth level, which had an extremely long corridor. He had just trotted to the end of the hall when Hermione and Severus appeared, looking at the walls. The ghost heard the crack of apparition and reared his horse around, a terrible look on his face. Silently, he began to gallop up the corridor.

Hermione stared at the blank wall.

“The door should be here,” she said, feeling the stones.

Severus frowned slightly.

“It is called the “come and go room” Miss Granger. It is probably someplace else at the moment,” the wizard said.

“Well, we have to find it!” Hermione exclaimed turning toward the Professor then freezing in horror.

Severus saw the fear in her eyes and without hesitation, grabbed the witch and dove aside just as Sir Patrick passed where they had been standing. He would have taken them both. Holding Hermione protectively against him Severus drew his wand and blasted the ghost’s horse as it reared and turned to charge again. The ghost steed dropped but Sir Patrick continued coming as if still mounted, his face contorted with hate. Severus hit him with the spell and he also dropped with a howl.

On the lower levels, the ghosts all stopped, then began to ascend through the ceiling. They heard Sir Patrick’s howl and when they oriented on it, felt Hermione.

Severus and Hermione stood up.

“That was close,” Hermione said, her heart pounding.

”It seems your savagery lessens considerably when you are caught off guard,” Severus commented. “We’d better apparate. Most likely the ghosts are on to us.”

He grabbed Hermione’s arm when the witch pulled back.

“Look!” she said, pointing to the wall.

The door to the Room of Requirement was there. It must have come when it felt it was desperately needed.

“Open it!” Severus hissed at her. Pearly forms were beginning to rise through the floor. The wizard started blasting them and they congealed, stuck in the stone floor.

Hermione pulled the door open and ran right into a wall of solid green.

“Professor, it’s blocked!” she cried.

“Damn it,” Severus hissed. The castle protection must have surrounded the ROR as well because of its nature. It was mutable.

Hermione grabbed his arm.

“Try to apparate inside,” she yelled, pulling out her wand and hexing two ghosts before they could fully pass through the floor.

Severus tried but couldn’t.

Now they were surrounded by ghosts, the wizard and witch blasting wildly.

Hermione had a thought.

“Don’t disapparate yet! Hold them off, Professor!” Hermione yelled at him over the howls, pulling away from him.

“Are you crazy?” the wizard screamed at the witch, managing to blast a ghost away from her.

Hermione pointed her wand at the green blockage.

“Solarius!” she cried, a blinding white light flaring from her wand, driving the ghosts back and disorientating them with its brightness. Severus covered his eyes. Hermione watched as the green wall melted away, then grabbed the Professor’s arm and with an amazing amount of strength, yanked him into the room, slamming the door behind them.

They both watched as the green ecto-covering oozed back over the doorway, hardening instantly. Severus’ heart was pounding…the ghosts had been so close.

Hermione looked around the ROR. It was completely walled in from floor to ceiling with the green ecto-covering. The ghosts would not be able to penetrate it. She smiled with relief.

She turned to Severus, who was looking around the room. His eyes fell on her.

“The Solarius spell. Brilliant. Simply brilliant, Miss Granger,” he said, his voice full of approval.

Hermione blushed at the unaccustomed praise from the wizard.

“Well, when I remembered you said the covering would melt away when the rays of the sun hit it, I figured the Solarius spell would have the same effect since it emulates sunlight. It was risky but I was right,” she said, smiling.

“Thank the gods for that, or we’d be dead, Miss Granger. The ghosts were upon us,” the wizard said, frowning slightly.

“But we aren’t dead. We’ve won, Professor…nothing will bother us here,” the witch replied. Suddenly, they both fell silent. They were alone…together…with nothing or no one to disturb them.

Suddenly there was a swirl of magic. Severus and Hermione both looked around, Hermione turning bright red when she saw what the room created. A huge four-poster bed.

Severus froze, blinking at the huge bed with its mountain of pillows. He looked down at Hermione who turned to him.

“It’s a bed,” she said, her voice a whisper.

Severus looked at the witch.

“I see that,” he replied quietly, his brows furrowing a bit.

This wasn’t good. He no longer needed to deflower the young witch. But the room had provided what it believed was needed.

“No!” Severus said to the room. “That isn’t what is needed here!”

Silence followed…then there was another swirl of magic and the bed disappeared. Instead, two full-sized beds in opposite corners appeared. The Potions Master let out a sigh of relief. Hermione didn’t say anything as her eyes shifted from one bed to the other.

Damn it. She had been so close to being taken by the Professor.

“Much better,” Severus said, looking down at the witch. He could see the disappointment on her face. She actually wanted to be deflowered by him.

“Well, Miss Granger, thanks to your quick thinking, we can both look forward to a good night’s sleep. A much better prospect than we had,” he said, stretching exaggeratedly. “I will take the bed on the far right. You can take the one on the far left. I will see you in the morning.”

Severus quickly put distance between himself and the witch, sitting down on the edge of the bed and removing his socks and boots, then laying back in the bed and seeming to close his eyes. The wizard wasn’t the least bit tired, but pretended to be in order to avoid any further discourse with the witch. He lay with his head turned toward Hermione, looking at her through his lashes.

Hermione stared at the Professor, his long frame stretched out in the bed, then sighed and turned, walking towards the other one. A night stand fuzzed in with a broad top. Hermione stood by the bed a moment, then grinned naughtily, put her wand on the nightstand, turned her back to the Professor and began to unbutton her robes.

Severus lay there looking at Hermione, wondering what she was doing. Then he saw her remove her robes and lay them on the night stand. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Well, that made sense. Sleeping in robes could be constricting.

The witch sat down on the side of the bed and removed her trainers and socks. This was also to be expected. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her full breasts encased in an unassuming white cotton bra. Severus almost hissed. Dear gods, what was the witch doing? He couldn’t say anything…he was pretending to be asleep. Then the witch stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down and stepping out of them. She was wearing white bikini cut knickers. The wizard felt himself responding to her delicious little body. Hermione was very curvaceous, with a small waist, wide hips and rather thick thighs. Though she was small, her legs were rather long.

“Merlin,” he breathed as the witch climbed into the bed on top of the covers. Gods, she wasn’t going to sleep like that was she?

Hermione lay down on her side facing the Professor. She had a feeling he really wasn’t asleep. Her breasts bunched together invitingly and she tried to lie as sexily as possible…though she hadn’t had much practice at it. She needn’t have tried so hard…the Professor was very, very aware of the witch.

Severus scowled slightly, wondering if the witch was doing this on purpose, exposing her beautiful little body to him this way. If she was, it was quite a Slytherinish act, showing him what he was turning away from. Then he thought, “No. She thinks I’m asleep.”

Suddenly a little “Good night, Professor,” floated over to him.

Now he scowled fully. Miss Hermione Granger was very aware of what she was doing.

“Good night, Miss Granger,” he said back, his voice rather strained.

Hermione smiled wickedly and rolled on to her back, stretching her arms out on either side of her and bringing up one knee. She was in the perfect mounting position.

“Minx,” the Professor breathed, wanting to roll over and face the wall, but finding he couldn’t. He could look if not touch, couldn’t he?

After a moment or two, he found he couldn’t.

“ROR, lights out please,” he commanded in a raw voice.

The whole room went dark.

Hermione cursed under her breath. The Professor had cut off his view of her.

Both witch and wizard lay in the dark, wide awake and wrestling with their feelings.

Severus was used to resisting his urges however.

But Hermione…was not.

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A/N: Ah there we go. After a little hairiness, they are protected by the ROR. :::clearing certain readers out of my plot niffler cages pointedly::: Yeah, you know who you are, Miss A. :::snorts::: Anyway, good thing Hermione thought of using the spell to gain entrance…or the story would be over. Lol. And god…what a little Lolita she is. Poor, honorable Severus…he’s trying to do the right thing. But Hermione is definitely trying to get him to do the yummy thing. He put the lights out…but not the fire. Ooh, wonder what’s next? We’ll find out next chapter. I am going to finish this story before I finish “Just a Naughty Little Ficlet” for those who are following that little PWP. I got my meds today, and it will take a couple of days to kick in right, so I am a little tired still which is why I haven’t been writing quickly. Anyway, please review. Reading them is a real pick me up right now. Thanks. ***