Pillow Fight

A/N: Ok, thank you to all those who have been faithfully reading and reviewing. After a prolonged wait, for which I deeply apologize, here comes Hermione’s debut.

“Hermione. Hermione!” Light filtered in and out of her lids as her eyes fluttered open and she was woken to her arm being gently shaken by Harry Potter. “Hermione, wake up, where’s Ginny?”

Hermione sat up, her fingers instinctively going to her eyes to rub them. The door that joined her and Ginny’s room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place to Harry and Ron’s room was wide open and she could hear Ron snoring. “What?” she asked, yawning, her eyes fluttering back and forth between open and closed. “Hmm? What, Harry?”

“Where’s Ginny?” he repeated his question.

It took her a full minute before she was conscious enough to understand that she was being asked a question and another minute after that before she understood that an answer was expected from her. “She’s—” Hermione yawned, stretching her arms up over her head. It was a completely fake yawn, but she hoped with all her might that Harry couldn’t tell the difference. “She’s asleep upstairs in one of the spare rooms. We all had a little party earlier and she had a bit much to drink. I figured if I brought her down here, Molly might find out.”

She hated lying to Harry, but was grateful that he never doubted her. “Oh.” He said and hung his head, ruffling a hand through his hair. “You’re sure she’s alright? Maybe I should go upstairs and look for her?”

“No, that’s probably not wise, if Molly is sleeping light, and you know she usually does, she’ll want to know why you’re out of bed and you’re not very good at lying on your feet.” Truth be told, Harry was probably a better liar on his feet than she was, but she didn’t have time to correct herself. “And besides, if she catches you helping a very drunk Ginny back to her room, all hell will break loose.”

Harry nodded and then yawned. “Yeah, probably right,” he muttered. “You’re such a good friend, Hermione.” Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her and then stumbled back off to his bed.

Pushing the door that joined their rooms until it clicked into place, Hermione glared over at the pile of pillows and sheets that was Ginny. “Alright, Gin, if you didn’t go to Harry’s room, then where did you go?”

~*~

Bill was staring wide eyed at the ceiling, pondering just where exactly his blushing bride to be had gotten off to when the door creaked open and she slipped inside. “There you are!”

“Oh!” she squealed, caught quite off guard by the fact that her fiancé was indeed awake. “Bill! You scared me!” she huffed and then dropped her towel to the floor before crawling into bed with him.

“Where’ve you been?”

“In ze shower, I vaz cold.”

“So you took a shower in the middle of the night?”

“You ‘ave a problem wiz zat?” she asked, rubbing her nose against his.

“No,” he kissed her cheek and settled his arms around her, holding her close. “Goodnight, love.”

~*~

Hermione had flung a robe over her otherwise skimpy pajamas and begun a silent search for Ginny. She found herself just outside the door to the room they had partied in earlier and when she found the room to be empty, her temper flared. “Ginny, whatever you’ve gotten yourself into, I swear…” she whispered aloud. Not even the resident house elf was in earshot and her words fell lost to the silent corridor.

The steam had dissipated from the bathroom across the hall and the water droplet trail leading to Severus’ door had all but dried up and vanished. Crossing her arms over her chest, and wishing she’d thought to grab her wand, Hermione wrapped her hand tightly around the handle, and with little force, opened the door.

Her intrusion was not forceful or loud and thus did not wake the very exhausted sleeping Snape. Eyes darted around the room; she had half expected to find her red-headed best friend curled up beneath the sheets with the dour man, though the only thing that seemed to be between the sheets and the mattress was him. “Get up!” she shouted none too quietly and pushed the door shut behind her. “Get up!”

Severus stirred in his sleep, kicking a sheet covered leg in her general direction. He grunted something that sounded like “go away” but she couldn’t be sure.

Without her wand, things were going to be a good deal more difficult. Marching herself over to the edge of his bed, she grabbed the sheets and yanked them from his figure. Hermione gasped, she hadn’t expected the man to be nude.

“What in the devil are you doing?” he growled, sitting up and crossing his legs as he eyed her. “Miss Granger, what are you doing in my bedroom and why have you stripped my bed sheets from my person?”

She stood, frozen like a statue for just a moment before gathering her bearings and shaking her head. “What have you done with Ginny?”

“What on earth are you on about? Give me my damn sheets back!”

“No! Not until you tell me what you’ve done with her! I swear if you’ve hurt her I’ll hex your manhood right off your body!” If she’d been just a tiny bit angrier, the girl might have felt obligated to use more obscene language.

“There will be no hexing of anyone’s anything. I do not know where your little friend is, nor do I care!” His voice was not loud, but certainly intimidating as he thundered his whispers from the bed. “Now give me my bloody sheets back and show yourself to the door!”

“Did you not just hear me?” She spat, gripping the ball of sheets in her arms. “Where are you hiding her? Did you stuff her under the bed?” she knelt down and peered into the darkness beneath the mattress and then tossing the sheets over her shoulder, she began to rummage around his room. With great force, she pulled both closet doors open and then looked in his wardrobe and was knelt down before the trunk at the foot of his bed before his voice stopped her.

“She’s not in the bloody trunk, you twit!” His black eyes narrowed at her and he moved toward the end of the bed. “Are you thoroughly pleased? Your stupid friend is not here! You’ve torn my room to shambles. Give me my sheets and get out!”

“But she slipped off when we got thrown out you— she— you were licking her before Charlie came!”

“So bloody what?”

“Tell me where she is!”

He looked as if he were about to shout, but instead closed his eyes, and drew in a deep breath. “Let’s try this again, shall we? Ginevra is not here. I would like to go back to sleep. Give me my sheets and show yourself to the door.”

“How dare you start speaking to me like I’m a child, I am not a child!”

“I beg your pardon, Miss Granger, but you’re the one standing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night holding my sheets hostage and demanding the whereabouts of your friend! I’ve told you several times that she’s not here. All I’m waiting for now is for you to throw yourself down on the floor and start thrashing around like a toddler mid tantrum.”

“Take your bloody sheets then!” she snapped and tossed them at him. The cloth bundle landed against his chest and fell to cover his lap. “I’m getting Molly!” Hermione turned and began to trump toward the door.

Whether or not she’d actually meant to go and get Mrs. Weasley, her words alone were enough to frighten him into action. There were very few people in the world that he feared, and ranking right up there with the Dark Lord was Molly Weasley. Scrambling to his feet, Severus tried to wrap the sheets around his waist. She was nearly at the door and the sheets were forgotten. He lunged forward and threw himself against the door, Hermione slamming face first into his bare chest.

“I cannot let you do that.” He said; eyes boring down into hers.

She should have backed up, but she didn’t. His broad, pale torso was pressed firmly against her body. There was no where to go, he was blocking the only exit to the room. Hermione’s lips parted several times, her mouth gaping as if she were going to talk only nothing came out. Her Gryffindor bravery had somehow managed to slip out into the hallway, leaving her helpless and quite speechless.

Severus found himself at a loss for words. He had expected some sort of fight or fiery spark to fly from her mouth but her silence had stunned him into the same speechless stupor that she was experiencing.

“You did things to her— I thought she was here.”

“You’ve thoroughly inspected this room, and short of stuffed inside that trunk you’ve seen with your own eyes that she is not here, Miss Granger.”

“Hermione.” Her voice was a soft and almost delicate tremble as she corrected him. What she had been thinking when she’d burst into his room, escaped her at the moment. The only thing she could focus on was the warmth emanating from his body and the fact that just at her shoulder his bare flesh was touching hers, her robe having fallen askew in her frantic searching efforts.

“Hermione,” he let her name slip over his tongue as if he were saying it for the first time. Severus closed his eyes and tried to focus himself, but his senses were running amuck. The sweet scent of strawberries and female rose up from her hair into his nostrils and the soft touch of her flesh against his threatened to engage his libido for the fifth time that evening.

“Did she come back to you?”

“What?” he asked, shaking his head and trying to narrow his gaze, but succeeded only in making his eyelids flutter half shut, almost looking lusty in the process.

“Ginny— Ginevra, as you so astutely put it,”

“Is that not the girl’s name?”

“Only Molly calls her that. And that’s only when Molly’s really, really angry.” Hermione found that her breath was catching in her throat and that the simple task of forming sentences was becoming difficult.

“Indeed,” he muttered, trying very hard to fight his rising erection. With the girl pressed so tightly against him there was no way she couldn’t feel how aroused the situation was making him.

She found it difficult to meet his gaze without a flush coming to her face. “I think I’ll just go now…” she said, but found her chest pressing harder against his. Taught peaks strained through the thin fabric of her pajamas, practically grinding against his bare chest.

“That would be a good idea,” he muttered, as his lips fell against hers. She was tender, her tongue demanding but not forceful as it plied its way into his mouth, and he wrapped an arm around her back. It should have been physically impossible, for as many times as he’d been stimulated and found release that night, but the girl was attractive and had him at full attention from close proximity. And he had a healthy wizard’s libido, practically insatiable. Her lips twisted away, caressing his jaw, as she pushed her neck up toward him, letting her head fall back. “You should go…” he muttered, lips pressed to her skin.

“Yeah,” she whispered her voice little more than a breathy tremble. “I’ve got to find Ginny…” But both of her hands clasped together at the back of his neck, fingers stretching up into his hair. “Oh…” she whimpered as he pulled her harder to him, feeling his naked erection against the thin silk of her jammy bottoms. “We shouldn’t…” and her face flushed, feeling one of his hands push at her robe.

“You’re too young,” he whispered, taking a step off the door. Hermione, afraid that he was truly going to push her away, wrapped both arms tightly around his neck, took a step back and threw one leg up against his hip, grinding her crotch forward against his hard member. “Sweet Circe…” he hissed. Severus lifted her completely from the ground and carried her back to the bed, setting her on the edge. He’d barely gained his footing when she was pulling him down atop her. “Merlin, I’m getting too old for this…”

Their lips met again and her body wriggled beneath him. He pulled back from her for a moment to gaze down at the girl beneath him. What he would have once mistaken for the bushy haired, unattractive lump of a know-it-all girl, gazed up with her eyes wide, doe like, a simple expression on her lips. Her hair was sleek, a mountain of soft brown curls that splayed out beneath her head like a fan, and although she was still partially clothed in her skimpy nightwear, he could tell her body had thinned, slender around her stomach, but curvy in her hips and around her chest. She was a gorgeous young woman, soft eyes like cinnamon blinking slowly, long lashes mesmerizing him.

Her palm floated up and pressed against his chest. “You’re sexy,” she said.

“You’re still reeling from those daiquiris,” he muttered and then lowered his lips to hers once more.

“No, I’m not,” she said, tugging at his hair, brushing it away from his face. “I thought that when we were tickling you, and I’d only had two…” she admitted, blush creeping into her cheeks. “I thought it over, and it’s a logical, rational statement,” she explained. “Just because you’re bitter, and grumpy most of the time, and prefer your own company to that of others and like a quiet house at night…well that doesn’t mean you still can’t be sexy.”

He’d honestly never heard anyone describe him using that word before. It seemed ridiculous, the Gryffindor girl beneath him, arching her pajama clad hips up at his pelvis, her eyes focusing on his face, while her hands played with his hair. Surely it was some bizarre dream from passing out after having received and pleasured four women earlier in the night. If that was the case, he was certain that he didn’t want to be interrupted.

She was smiling up at him. His hands moved slowly over her shoulders and he could feel her breathing increase, feeling her chest rising and falling a bit faster beneath his palms. He smirked, gently tugging the fabric of her robe completely away from her. Her body wriggled like a worm, like a wave passing through her from neck, down through shoulders, her torso, then her hips and her legs as she lifted herself off the bed, allowing him to pull the garment from her.

He was already naked, and never the one to be accused of inequality, his fingers tugged at the thin little top, pulling it right up over her head, exposing her erect nipples to his eyes. Her hands rushed to cover her breasts and she flushed. “A little late for modesty now, Hermione, I’ve seen them…” his voice drawled.

“I wasn’t be modest, Professor,” and then she chuckled, her face flushing red at her mistake. “Well, Severus, I suppose, but honestly, it’s just chilly, that’s all…” she slid her hands away from her breasts, exposing them once more. Her flesh was creamy and unmarred and he found himself licking his lips, eyeing her like a delicious meal for a ravenous wolf.

Cliché words came to mind, nonsense about warming her chilled flesh with his heated tongue, but he didn’t utter such gibberish. Instead, Severus leaned over her body, letting his tongue do the talking, stroking it over the swell of her breast until he’d captured a nipple between his lips. The other breast did not go neglected as his fingers rolled the taught peak back and forth, pinching slightly, smirking when she moaned. “Vocal, are we?” he asked.

“It feels good,” she answered truthfully. She yelped. “Ouch!” and he tried his best to keep as straight a face as possible after nipping her nipple the way they’d been biting at each other hours ago in the room next door. “I should bite you for that.”

“Go ahead…” he let his lips curl into a smirk. “Though I can promise you you’ll be sorry…” his hands stroked her hair back, and then traveled down her body, fingers hooking into the elastic of her pajamas. “Shall I take these off, or am I limited to the top half of your body?” Hermione flushed. It was all so strange. She was hardly virginal, but it felt very much like her first time, awkwardness, with raging hormones, all balled up in sheets and pajamas. But his hands did not wait for her answer as he slid them down her hips, surprised to find that she wore no knickers. “Planning this visit, were you?” he said in a low, almost husky sounding voice.

“No,” she closed her eyes, feeling her breath coming harder and faster, and her chest tightening. “I don’t normally wear knickers to bed…but I don’t normally have someone taking my pajamas off in the middle of the night either, Pro—” but she bit her tongue.

“Right one you are,” he smirked and dropped her bottoms to the floor. “All that rut about first name basis and you can’t get the thought of your Potions Professor about to fuck you senseless out of your head.”

“So you’re going to—”

“Did you think I laid you back and stripped you for my health?” he quirked a brow up onto his forehead. She slowly shook her head no, real crimson flooding her cheeks and down her face into her neck. Leaning back on his knees, erection still tall and proud, Severus gazed down the length of her body, he hadn’t really been afforded a view of her when Minerva had made them strip before.

Her pubic mound caught his eye first, the thick dark curls neatly trimmed into a precise little triangle that disappeared between her legs. They were shapely legs, with rounded hips and her stomach was flat, she was all round curvy and yet just right everywhere that mattered. Hermione couldn’t seem to hold still under his gaze, feeling as if she were being observed through a microscope like some sort of bug, and so she fidgeted, twisting the sheets in her palms, kicking her foot and things of the like until he returned his eyes to hers. “Nervous?”

“No, your gaze is just intense, that’s all…”

“Indeed,” he muttered and then laid himself overtop her. Her arms came up around him, tangling into his hair and her lips were pressing against him. It seemed so natural, unlike the other women he’d been with. She was tender and experienced, unlike the Weasley girl who’d seemed eager to have his tongue between her legs. And her arms wrapped around him with a want rather than a need. She lacked the need for comfort and reassurance as Minerva had sought him out for. And her caresses and kisses were far gentler than Tonks had been.

“I think I’d like you to go about fucking me now,” she whispered by his ear.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, just the way she’d said it, and the position she was in.

“I like it when you laugh, it’s a sexy sound…” she added and then pushed his hair back to see his face properly. “And you’re a sexy man.”

“You’ll have to forgive the fact that I find trouble in believing all of that,” he said, and drew a hand between her thighs, stroking her gently apart. “Nine months out of the year you loathe me and mock me with the remaining two thirds of the Golden Trio…”

Hermione closed her eyes, mewling at his touch. “No…you’ve got it…all wrong…” and she arched her hips up to meet his palm. “Mock, yes…but I never…no…not loathe…” Her eyes fluttered open and they were deep, heavy set with lust and wanting. She was different. It was not just a quick fix fuck with this girl, this woman beneath him.

She was alone, that was what made her different. Each of the other girls had someone that they had gone back to bed with, save for Minerva who was certain that Albus really had gone off and done it this time, but each of the others had sought him out to fulfill something their lovers could not provide. Hermione Granger had no lover, what had made her seek him out? She’d come looking for her friend, but something had driven her to push for him to bring her back to the bed.

“Why did you come here?” he asked, suckling at her earlobe, nipping at it and listening as her moans peaked into pleasured little yelps every now and again. “Why did you come seeking me, Hermione Granger?”

One leg had wrapped up around his hips, spreading herself wider to him. He’d not pushed his teasing hand into her warmth and she was growing anxious, feeling the need pulsing between her legs. “Please, touch me, Severus,” she whimpered, sucking on his bottom lip, tugging it back before releasing it.

He stroked his finger slowly over her slit, applying pressure but not allowing the digit to slip inside. “You didn’t answer my question…”

“Who cares,” she panted and arched her hips upward.

Again he stroked her, flicking his finger lazily at her clit and she whimpered, body twitching, trying to feel more of that sweet pressure. “All the others have someone…who do you have?”

“No one…” she whined, opening her eyes to gaze up to him. “Please, why does it matter? Just touch me…”

He pulled his hand back completely and chuckled. “Impatient, are we?”

Her face flushed and she sat up as best she could with him atop her. “It’s not a laughing matter, you’ve got me all hot and bothered, either touch me or I’ll touch myself…” she pleaded, hostility evident in her voice.

That was a tempting offer and he was sorely considering taking her up on it. Watching the girl wriggle her fingers into her tender center could perhaps serve as a good form of entertainment, while he puzzled over exactly what she’d come for, but his hand had felt the heat emanating from her and could hardly deny himself the pleasure of feeling that heat against his raging erection. His lips pressed against hers before she could demand further of him and the girl settled back beneath him.

Severus did not hesitate to line his erection at her entrance, thrusting swiftly into her, groaning himself at how hot, slick, and tight she was. Her moans filled his ear as he pulled painstakingly slowly from her. Limbs tangled together as his lips found her neck, suckling and nipping, almost biting at her pale flesh, and her nails were raking down his back. “Severus,” she panted. “Severus, Severus, Severus, uh, Severus,” and he smirked before he covered her lips. It felt sexy to hear her panting his name in mid coitus.

He worked their bodies into a frenzy; skin slick with sweat as he drove into her. The position was standard, nothing fancy but he drove his hips hard, and fast, his thumb finding its way between their joined torsos until it was pressing against the tiny nerve bundle and she was practically shrieking with every thrust.

Severus captured her ear, sucking hard on the lobe as she ripped at the skin on his back, begging him to make her come. Her screams were practically barbaric and he was certain she would wake Mrs. Black, if not the entire rest of the otherwise sleeping household. Crushing his lips to hers he tried to muffle her cries, a few of his own growing from within him as she forced her hips up as hard as he was slamming down.

A blinding dizziness swept over her, white spots dancing in her eyes as she felt her body explode, pleasure seizing her nerves. She began to spasm, body quaking, breaking the kiss and practically sobbing at how hard she was coming. He drove on, faster and harder, thrusting into her, drawing himself to a climax and as her head lulled forward, her teeth grazing his flesh he growled, feeling himself reach climax inside of her. Hot seed flowed forth from his tip deep inside of her and his body trembled atop hers.

Never one to be the dog, as he felt himself finish, he pulled abruptly out of her and then collapsed beside her. She had not yet caught her breath but her face filled with worry and confusion. Grabbing her, Severus pulled her close to his body, draping an arm and a leg over her figure. “I just don’t…I’m not a dog…” he panted, and took a minute to control his breath. “It’s rude to collapse on top of your partner…” he muttered, lips lazily at her ear.

“Oh,” she sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling into his figure. “Alright…”

“Oh no you don’t,” he protested, but pulled her closer, finding the edge of the sheet, drawing it up over them. “You have to go back to your room.”

“Right,” she whispered, snuggling against his chest, turning so she was on her side as he fell a bit more onto his back. “Right.” She repeated. She’d blipped out of consciousness for but a moment and somehow her back was pressed firmly against his chest, and she could feel his hard length pressing against her backside. “Are you serious?” she whispered, a smile crossing her lips.

Two hours later with dawn nearly upon them, both were sleeping in an awkward position, curled against the other, having had four more rounds of heated sex in various positions. Hermione’s arm was thrown over his body, using the crook of his arm near his chest as a pillow and Severus had a leg lunged over her, his face buried against her forehead. Neither realized the other was snoring, and the sheets only half covered them both. Dawn came, the sun rose, and neither was awake to see it.