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 7 ~ Insomnia

Hermione lay there in the dark, her belly tight as she tried to come to terms with the feelings taking over her body. She would probably never have the opportunity to be alone with the Potions Master in such a way again. When she returned to class, he would return to being the cold, distant aloof instructor he always was…at least until she graduated. Then he planned to court her, with the result of having a relationship with her, which meant they would be intimate.

Hermione shivered a little as she remembered his kiss. Hermione had been kissed by Ron before, but never been affected like she had when the Professor kissed her. He made her feel hungry all over. All of her previous kisses had been closed-mouthed, though Ron tried to slip her the tongue on more than one occasion. The idea of it turned the witch off. But with the Professor she had opened her mouth, hoping he would take advantage and invade it. He had licked her lips, but not gone any further. She wished he had.

The witch sighed. There was a slow dull throb between her legs that sharpened as she thought about the wizard lying in the dark across the room from her. Hermione was not a natural seductress. She had drawn on what she knew about male sexuality from a book she had read called “Wizards Do, But Witches Do Too.” In the book it explained how wizards were visual beings when it came to sex, and were excited by the physical attributes of the female body. They didn’t need emotion or tender feelings. The sight of a breast, buttock or thigh was enough to get them randy. So…she took off her clothes, hoping the Professor was a textbook example of the male species.

In Hermione’s case, he was. But he was also disciplined. He would stay in his bed as if chained to it, no matter how aroused he felt. She was a seventeen year old witch for gods’ sake, and she was in his charge. Severus had never laid an untoward hand on any female student, and believe it or not there had been one or two over the years who had crushes on the wizard. In their case however, they truly were “crushed” when they approached him and Severus turned them away harshly, telling them to go find some randy seventh-year wizard to shag and taking away House points for “improper sexual behavior.” He threatened to reveal exactly what that behavior was if they continued to harass him. His method was effective. Randy as the young witches had been for him, not one wanted her fellow students to know.

Severus lay there in the dark, wishing sunrise would come quickly. He felt uncomfortable sharing a room with Hermione almost naked. Gods she had a lovely little body. She was a bit heavier than he expected. She was small but well cushioned. The wizard sighed as his cock throbbed a bit. Would this night never end? Presently, the Potions Master fell into a fitful sleep.

Hermione however, stayed awake. It was very dark. Then she thought she heard something and picked up her wand off the nightstand.

“Lumos,” she whispered, igniting it and peering about. She saw nothing. She raised the wand high and looked over towards the Professor’s bed. She couldn’t see him clearly, but it seemed he really was asleep now.

“Nox,” she breathed, and the wand went out. She replaced it on the stand and lay back down, thinking about the Professor again. It was more than likely that once they began to court, he would end up deflowering her. But it seemed so far in the future. Like most young people, Hermione wanted everything right away, though she understood the need for patience in most things.

But this was not most things.

Her brow furrowed and her heart skipped a beat at her next naughty thought. The Professor told her he would not be mean or cruel to a witch he was courting. He wasn’t courting her, but he wanted to. That meant that he would be very unlikely to be mean to her if she did something he didn't really approve of. What if…

Hermione felt her heart begin to pound. The witch had learned early on that if she wanted something, she had to go after it. Normally, that applied to knowledge and learning…but in this case…it applied to a wizard made of flesh and blood. What was the worst he could do?

Turn her away.

And the best he could do?

Hermione shuddered as an absolutely delicious feeling washed over her body.

She made her decision.

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Severus was dreaming of running through the castle corridor dragging Hermione behind him as they were pursued by a huge number of ghosts, much more than were actually in the castle. They ran into a cul-de-sac and the wizard found he couldn’t disapparate. He curled around Hermione in an attempt to protect her from the howling horde approaching.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Granger…I’ve failed you,” he breathed.

Suddenly the wizard started and woke up.

“What the…” he began as he felt a warm body next to him. He sat up slightly.

“Lights,” he said to the room.

Suddenly the room lit up and he saw Hermione was curled up next to him, apparently asleep and totally nude. His eyes widened in shock.

“Lights out,” he said hoarsely.

“Professor,” Hermione’s soft voice rose up from the darkness. Severus scooted away from her.

“Miss Granger, this is highly inappropriate,” the wizard said, hearing the rawness in his own voice. “You must go back to your own bed.”

“I want to sleep with you,” the witch said, moving closer to the wizard until she pressed against his fully clothed body, “Like you’d sleep with an adult witch.”

“No,” he said to the voice in the darkness, thankful he couldn’t see Hermione. “You are only seventeen and you are my student, Miss Granger.”

“I’m eighteen. The time turner aged me when I used it for classes and whatnot in my third year. Technically, I am the age of consent, Professor. Besides, when I graduate and you court me…you’re going to be the one to deflower me. What difference does it make if you do it then or now? I want you to do it now,” the witch said.

“Miss Granger, I was sent here to protect you, not to take advantage of you,” the wizard said, cursing the erection that was tenting his trousers. He was mortified to hear the witch chuckle rather sexily.

“You’re not the one trying to take advantage, Professor. I am,” she said.

Severus could hear the smile in her voice. He knew it was a naughty one.

”I will not be seduced by a child,” he said determinedly.

“Professor, I know you saw my body. I’m young, but I’m no child,” Hermione said, “And you could make me a woman.”

“Please go back to your bed, Miss Granger,” the wizard said, sounding as if he were in pain. He was glad the witch couldn’t see him. He knew his desire for her was clearly visible on his face.

“Low light,” the witch suddenly said to the room. The ROR was softly illuminated, as if by candlelight. Severus quickly closed his eyes as the witch sat up next to him.

“Professor, I want you to deflower me. I have feelings for you. I’ve dreamed about you several times. I think you’re so sexy, and I really would like my first experience to be with someone who knows what he’s doing. You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, only giving me what I asked for,” she said softly.

Severus groaned. He couldn’t help it. He kept his eyes tightly closed.

“No,” he said again, his voice strained.

Hermione decided to try another tact. The Professor was very covetous of the things he owned. She wondered if he was as protective and territorial about her. There was only one way to find out.

“Professor, I’m young and having sexual feelings. They’re very strong. Ronald Weasley has asked me to shag him several times. I’ve always told him no, but there’s been some times when I really wanted to just give in…to get rid of these feelings taking over my body…” she said. “I just fought it though. But…I’m afraid that one night I might not be able to say no…”

Severus’ nostrils flared and his eyes opened and shifted to the witch’s face. He hoisted himself up on his elbows, scowling blackly.

“You will not let Ronald Weasley touch you,” he breathed jealously, “Or any wizard. You will save yourself for me, Hermione Granger. For me alone.”

The witch’s eyes went wide. The Professor had used her first name for the first time. And he looked very angry. Hermione felt a quiver inside her as the wizard’s dark eyes slowly drifted down her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and silky as he drank in her nakedness.

Hermione knew she wasn’t any great beauty. She was passable, but that was about it. Perhaps if she wore makeup, she’d look better, but she didn’t like it and really didn’t feel she needed it. She was fine as she was. At least her hair was manageable now. But the way the Potions Master sounded when he said she was beautiful…she felt he truly meant it. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it.

“Show me how beautiful I am,” she said, lying down on her back and looking at the wizard.

“Only seventeen and such a temptress,” the Potions Master hissed, fighting back the urge to touch her soft skin.

“Eighteen,” the witch corrected, shifting her legs slightly. Being naked and so close to the wizard was making the ache she felt more pronounced. She was so turned on.

Severus’ nostrils flared as he smelled the witch’s arousal. It was musky and clean. Innocent. A virgin’s arousal.

“You must get out of my bed, Miss Granger,” he said again…his voice not holding as much conviction as it did before.

“Call me Hermione, Professor…just for tonight,” the witch breathed up at him.

He looked down on her.

“You must leave my bed, Hermione. I don’t…I don’t want to do this,” he said.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes glittering.

“Now I know why you are such an honest, straightforward wizard, Professor,” the witch said, giving him a small smile, “It’s because you’re such a horrible liar.”

Severus knew that wasn’t completely true. He lied constantly and was quite good at it. However, those lies did not involve a beautiful, nude young virgin he dearly wanted to fuck. His resolve was breaking.

“Yes, I am lying, Hermione…but only to protect your virtue,” he said softly. “Giving yourself to your Potions Professor will not do anything for your good name. Particularly if the said Potions Master is myself. I am not well thought of, witch.”

”I don’t care what anyone thinks of you,” Hermione said vehemently, “You are the bravest most courageous wizard I know. Yes, you are sarcastic and even cruel to people sometimes, but look at what you go through…what you have to bear all alone. Torture, deception, death…and no one appreciates it. No one cares. But I care, Professor…I really do. I always worry that when you are summoned you might not come back. It would be horrible if you never came back.”

Severus looked down at Hermione, his chest tightening. No one had ever told him that they cared about what happened to him. Not even Albus, though he did care and the wizard knew it. He just wasn’t too sure it was because he’d be minus a spy or not. But Hermione’s worry was real. Sincere.

“You would miss me, Hermione?” the Professor asked her, his dark eyes searching her face.

“I would mourn you until the day I died,” the witch said sincerely. “Especially since I know you have feelings for me…honorable feelings. I think a lesser wizard would have taken advantage of this situation and deflowered me the moment it was feasible. But you didn’t Professor. And if I don’t press you…you won’t. And I want you to.”

Severus stared down at Hermione, his throat tightening. He cleared it and swallowed. Gods, she made it sound so simple, so innocent.

“Professor…I hate to say this, but what if…if in the coming months…you don’t come back? We will never have had the chance to do this…to share this. I will always wish this night had happened for the rest of my life. I will always wish you were the one who taught me what this feeling in me is all about. Yes, there could be someone else…but I know it wouldn’t be as wonderful as it would be with you,” Hermione said softly, her amber eyes shining up at him. "I don't want this night to pass without you becoming a part of me. I want this. I want you, Professor. Please."

Severus hesitated for a moment, studying her face. Such need and longing were in her eyes. It was hard to resist her. Too hard.

“Merlin,” the wizard said softly, lowering his mouth to Hermione’s and kissing her, capturing her lips and suckling on them gently. The witch moaned as a slow burn washed over her, her body arching into his, hot skin meeting cool fabric. But the wizard could feel her heat.

Severus pulled away from Hermione’s mouth, his face slightly contorted as his conscience battled with his hunger. The witch’s eyes were fairly glowing with desire.

"Please," she said again, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It was a fairly short if desperate battle.

”The gods forgive me,” the wizard breathed, kissing her again.

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A/N: Ooh la la. And the orchard has been reached. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Visual stimulation eh? Lol. :::shaking head::: Severus did his best but Hermione was just too alluring…too direct…too honest in her desire. She might be young and inexperienced…but the wizard just didn’t stand a chance. Please review.