an awfully big adventure...

Black caressed her cheek gently, his dark eyes sparkling as he encased her upturned mouth in a gentle kiss, slowly prodding her lips apart and begging for entrance with his tongue, which she of course granted with no question.

“Oh Hermione.” He cooed as she grinned to him dreamily, “I’ve waited forever for this.”

The air was warm, and the two of them stood melting into one another. They were alone, and only the scent of roses from the garden and the grass that was now on Hermione’s back indicated the season.

She sighed contentedly as his hands traveled down her sides, he was atop of her now, the buttons of his cloak undone, and slowly loosening her necktie. He was almost weightless and kissed her neck, as she looked to the sky in utter rapture as his rugged face disappeared.

She felt the fumbling of her school robe as she shrugged out of it. Her eyes fluttered as his hand trailed down the center of her cleavage, and under her school shirt. She moaned a bit, anticipating what was to come next.

She heard as he pushed her shirt up a bit and kissed her bare stomach tenderly and she gripped the grass around her for support as she felt his weight on her again.

Her eyes opened as Snape’s face came into view, he tenderly looked to her. Wait a minute, wasn’t Black just seducing her? Shouldn’t she be pulling away and screaming?

Only she did not tremor in fear, she did not pull away repulsed. She lifted one hand to the back of his neck and pulled his eager pale lips to her’s.

She felt his tongue now, hot and orderly as it slid into her mouth with snakelike easis his hands traveled down her front, with careful but quick precision her shirt was off and she lay topless in front of him on the grass.

He eyed her hungrily and brought a vicious mouth to her breast as she squirmed out of delight. He sucked and nipped until it was to his liking, then began the same with the other. His head came back up to her eyes and he smiled as he seductively licked his lower lip slowly.

She smiled at him dreamily as he gazed at her all over, his eyes taking in her mouth as they engulfed her’s once more in another needy kiss.

His hand trailed down to her thighs, which tremored as one lean hand went up her skirt and…

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She gasped raggedly as she woke up in a hot sweat, as a trickle trailed itself down her back under her nightshirt she shivered involuntarily. It had been a good week since the horrible Black disaster, and her dreams were becoming more and more strange as the days passed.

The only thing was Snape had never been so passionately reckless about the whole thing…or so overcome with lust. He had almost devoured her.

The problem was she had liked it.

She stood, shaking her head to clear it and glanced out the window. Almost time for breakfast. She stretched and ran a hot shower for herself, climbing in and washing her hair as she tried not to think of Snape’s torrid touches and incredibly sexy lips that…

Enough.

Not only was he her teacher, he was her older, wiser, bitter, miserable, ex DeathEater teacher. This could not be a good combination.

Why Snape? At the time when she wanted to feel Black all over, why did Snape’s face appear? She sighed, and washed the conditioner from her hair, her eyes closed as the drops of water hit her eyelids in an almost soothing fashion.

‘A rose garden?’ Hermione wondered absently to herself, laughing aloud, ‘How odd.’

*Not as odd as Snape being your lover*. A voice said evilly as Hermione tried to ignore it. She got dressed, her hair dried as she pulled on her shoes.

She walked to the Hall, her mind still on the very vivid dream of herself and Black…and Snape. How truly odd. But, she decided there were much more pressing matters at hand.

How was she to steal from Snape’s private storage again? She would enlist Ron’s help, she supposed. He had managed to keep Filch busy the time before.

But, the question was. Why Snape? Why Snape of all people, all the time? Why not Harry? Why not Ron? Why not…Neville?

“Probably just guilt.” She thought aloud, nodding as if agreeing with herself. She did indeed feel extremely guilty for what she had done to poor Snape and Black. If only she hadn’t been so selfish.

“Talking to yourself Granger?” said a silky voice, “Only person you could find that would listen?”

Hermione’s stomach dropped as she whirled around, her eyes trying to remain aloof but her breath stopped as she saw him.

At any normal time she would have been unnaturally irritated to see him. For bothering her when she was in such deep though. But after last night, she was just plain terrified. He had seemed so…not in control of himself.

“Oh…hello Professor.” She said scratchily as she backed away from him. He smirked as he saw her back away slowly,

“What’s the matter Miss Granger?” he asked devilishly,
“Afraid I’ll bite?”

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock at this comment, and as her nipples hardened instantly, wincwinced at their contact with her shirt material as she recalled her latest dream.

“What?” Snape asked almost in a hissing tone, “You think I don’t hear the children’s stories of my being a vampire?” he chuckled lowly, stepping closer to her.

She didn’t move, but her jaw dropped slightly as she looked to those powerful lips of his. She was still entranced with them as they uttered the words;

“What are you looking at Granger?”

Hermione didn’t answer, her eyes drooping ever so slightly as he spoke. His eyebrow raised in confusion as he tilted his head to the side a bit and said with harsh clarity.

“Are you ill, Miss Granger?”

Hermione finally snapped out of her momentary daydream and straightened out. She flashed a momentary wave in his direction and left with a hushed goodbye. Snape watched her disappear into the Hall and smirked to himself.

“Silly little girl.”


Black’s eyes wandered to the door as it opened quickly. Ah Hermione. Sweet little girl. She looked to him peculiarly as she entered and gave him a short wave with he responded to with a hearty nod.

Suddenly his breath came short aape ape entered, shortly after Hermione. He frowned as he noticed Severus smirking at Hermione.

Suddenly Snape came up the head table and he saw him grimace as he saw that he would have to pass Black in order to reach his seat.

He momentarily considered leaving, forgetting breakfast…but that would only arouse unneeded suspicion. He sighed and moved past Black, and groaning inwardly as he was an involuntary witness to Black’s sigh of delight.

He squirmed past as he tried not to have any physical contact with Black who was putting on a brilliant show of eating his breakfast while trying to brush up against Snape.

Snape grimaced even futher as he made his way to his seat, still truly confused at Black’s actions. What was the man doing?

He sat a few seats away from Black, sure not to meet his eyes. Minerva frowned as he ate hurriedly, trying desperately to eat faster than Black.

“Goodness Snape.” She said from beside him, “Try to breathe in between bites. You’re acting like a pig.”

Snape was about to give some smart-ass reply, but this was hindered with the large amount of food in his mouth, and Hermione’s sudden appearance in front of him.

“Professor Snape?” she asked hesitantly, not realizing until now he had been stuffing his face with food. His puffed cheeks suddenly deflated as he swallowed painfully.

“What is it Granger?”

Hermione tried to control her inner giggling before speaking again. But, her dancing eyes gave her away.

“I was wondering if I could have a word with you. After Potions class today, if you don’t have prior obligations.”

Snape was about to say something cruel and heartless and try to turn her off of ever speaking to him outside of class, but felt Minerva’s stern glance washing over him. Even though she wasn’t his boss, Dumbledor most certainly was… and Minerva seemed to have Dumbledor around her own gnarled pinky.

“I don’t believe I have another engagement this afternoon, Miss Granger.” He said miserably sullen but narrowed his eyes at her as McGonagal started a conversation with Sprout on her right. His face inched forward and his voice lowered to a whisper as he spoke in a flurry of distaste.

“But I assure you Miss Granger, if this is anyt tha that I deem to be a waste of my time, you will suffer the repercussions.”

Hermione gulped nervously and thanked him for his time, before looking to Black and shying under his angry gaze. His eyebrows furrowed as he had witnessed her conversation with Snape.

Snape continued eating sullenly, humiliated that he had been so easy to bend. Surely there must be other teaching positions elsewhere…

There was a light tap on his shoulder as he waved it away, imagining it to be a bug of some sort and continued eating without even turning around. Moments later the incessant tapping was back and Snape whirled his head around, knowing now for certain that it wasn’t a bug.

“What?” he hissed even before seeing the intruder of his personal space. Ah, no surprise there. Black.

“Hello Severus.” He said standing behind him. Snape looked to his wringing hands in confusion, usually the man was calm and collected, now he wasn’t even meeting Snape’s eyes as he rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. “I was uh, well, wondering if-”

Snape cut him off with a wave of a long, pale hand. “Do not stammer and stutter after you have blatantly…” his voice trailed off as Minerva’s eyes met his from a few meters away. Snape turned his mouth into a thin scowl and looked back to Black.

“What can I help you with, Black?”

“You can call me Sirius.” Black said breathlessly, his eyes finally resting on Snape’s. “I was just wondering if you’d like to come to my quarters for tea this evening. Or if you have other idea’s…I mean I wouldn’t mind...spending time together might be…well, er…”

What the-? What was this man still stammering about? Spending time with him? Snape was wondering this to himself, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Black kept babbling.

‘He’s trying to make me nervous in my own school. That’s what he’s been doing all along. Trying to sneak his way into my affections while he plots a way to humiliate me again.’

Snape thought sourly ‘ Well, I am not to be toyed with. If he wants time spent with me, then fine. He’ll get it.’

Suddenly his pale hand silenced Black as his eyes shut as he did, Black took in his strong jaw and full lips. Snape’s oily eyes flew open oncre are and narrowed on Black’s dreamy and wavering gaze.

“Fine then, Black.” Snape said viciously, “My chambers at 8 o’clock tonight. You can assist me in a potion you know well about.”

Black look confused, his smile faltered a bit but he nodded slowly, “Alright. 8 o’clock it is.”

He almost skipped off; his dark hair shining in the light from the window’s above. God how Severus envied that hair. So silken it would seem to touch. He sighed enviously, looking at his own greasy locks that hung in his eye range.

He finished his meal quietly and smirked as he imagined the horrors that would befall idiotic Sirius Black tonight, he stood and walked down the aisles not noticing Hermione who had witness the whole exchange between he and Black with a cond lod look in her large brown eyes.