Rules Were Made to be Broken

Thou Shalt Not Shag and Make up

I am utterly pathetic. I am lying on my bed once again snivelling into my pillow and all because of that…that…bastard! Should’ve freaking seen it coming. Should’ve known that they were all just words to get me into bed…

“BASTARD!”

Oops, that one was out loud. Cripes, half of Hogwarts would have heard that. Okay, so he’s a bastard, but he was my bastard! Maybe he didn’t mean it the way he said it. After all, Severus is hardly known for his tact now, is he? Maybe he really didn’t want me to witness his and Hooch’s little argu…

Oh, crap! Hooch! Due to my insane obsession with Snape I had totally discarded the fact that we were caught, big time! Merlin, I am sure that Dumbledore is probably firing Snape right now and I’ll be expelled next and…

Whoa, Herm, hold your horses. Snape was still in potions this morning. You are still here. Surely if Dumbledore knew you would’ve been out on your arse by now, not to even think about what he would’ve done to aforementioned Bastard of Potions.

Okay, I am now feeling a little more relaxed, but the brief distraction from my Severus woes has fluttered away and am now feeling pathetic once more. And confused. And in desperate need to talk to someone about this. Only a few options really.

Ron – no freaking way! Poor boy would blow a gasket it he knew I was… well, with Snape.

Harry – ditto, plus the fact that he dislikes Severus even more than Ron because he still blames Sirius’ death on him. When will he learn that the world really isn’t out to get him? Don’t get me wrong, I love Harry and all, but just sometimes I wish I could make an anti-angst potion and turn him back into the Harry I used to know.

Ginny – hm, would be a little more understanding than her brother, but then again would that be understanding enough? Besides, Ginny is a year younger than me. Hardly seems right to go to her for advice.

Well, there we go. No one else to talk to. Not anyone else who wouldn’t run straight to Dumbledore. Best plan of action – continue sulking for a while, then go gorge myself with chocolate. Won’t make me feel any better, actually will probably make me feel incredibly ill, but due to lack of anything better to do, why the hell not?


I sneak down into the kitchens to be greeted warily by several house elves. Though I stopped my SPEW campaign several years ago, they still tread carefully around me just in case I have a hat hidden up my sleeve or something.

They all seem particularly relieved when I tell them I shall fix my own food and scamper off across the kitchen staying as far away as possible. Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try.

Having made myself a rather large chocolate sundae, comprising more of chocolate syrup than anything else, I head out the kitchen and back up the halls to Gryffindor Tower. Having forgotten to grab a spoon while I was down there I dip my finger into the sauce and quickly lick it off on my way back, not really caring what anyone who would happen to see me would think. Not that there are too many people around. Seems I was bawling in my room much longer than I thought. The corridors are dark, and I have a sneaking suspicion curfew began some time ago. Not really in the mood to care though.

Probably should have been. Next thing I know I have walked into a rather large solid object on the landing that I swear wasn’t there when I came down. Glancing up I am greeted by Severus and his dark eyes. Cripes, that enough to make me melt. Bastard? What Bastard?

“Miss Granger,” he drawls. Ah, velvety voice. Delicious. He doesn’t say anything more for sometime, then finally, “I believe it is after curfew. My office.” Yet there isn’t the usual crisp sarcasm to his words. Hm, perhaps it was all just one big misunderstanding. Then again, do I really care right now? I would be more than happy to forget said disaster and go back to his room and bonk like bunnies. Pity it’s not going to happen.

I follow him along the hall to his office and plonk myself down in the chair of doom. You know, the one opposite his desk where he can tower over poor, unsuspecting innocents and send the fear of death through them. Too bad I’m beyond caring. Much more interested in my sundae. Mm, chocolate.

I take another finger full of syrup and delight in the taste.

“Hermione, I believe we have something to discuss,” Severus informs me, taking a seat on the edge of his desk. Think I care if you loom over me do you Severus? Too bad I know what you look like mid-orgasm. Never going to take that ‘I am so high and mighty’ nonsense again.

“Mm?” I mutter nonchalantly.

He continues to stare at me and then says, with a slightly raised voice “What the hell happened this morning?”

I raise one eyebrow in surprise. Is he really that clueless? “What the hell happened? You tossed me out of your room!”

“I did not ‘toss you out’! I asked you to leave to save you the embarrassment.” Wow, silly bugger actually appears to believe what he is saying. It’s official – Severus is a relationship moron. Should have known.

“Well, when one usually yells at me to get out I wouldn’t consider that to be a invitation to save my ego!” Okay, sounding a little hysterical here. Time for more chocolate. Scoop up another finger full and slip it into my mouth.

Severus appears to watch every minute detail of this act. “Will you leave the bloody ice-cream alone!”

Ooh, touchy touchy. “Why? It’s much more exciting than arguing with you!”

Severus looks down at the glass in which the concoction is contained in and then back at me. There is an evil glint in his eye. “I can think of infinitely more exciting things to do with that sauce, Hermione.”

Did he just…nah… No way. We were having the mother of all fights, no way did he…

Severus gets to his feet, and extends a hand towards me. “Shall we?”

Shall we? Bloody hell, Snape and a pile of chocolate syrup. Now how could that be appealing? No, I would much rather go back to my room and sulk and get fat and pop up a few pimples… Yikes, the sarcasm appears to be contagious.

“I suppose,” I reply, not wanting him to think this is over this easily. It is of course, but no need for him to know. Let him squirm a little longer.

Mm, Severus is currently licking the last traces of that sauce from my left nipple and I must say that I shall never look at chocolate sauce the same ever again. Brilliant. Simply brilliant. Course, it really is about my turn. Mustering up energy I didn’t know I had after a day’s worth of moping, I manage to flip him over so he’s splayed out on his bed baring his assets to the world. And ratpromprominently I might add. Severus is staring at me, looking quite shocked. Guess he’s not used to having someone else take control. In all honesty have never given a guy a blowjob before, and it really hasn’t ever appealed. Heck, Victor thought the idea was simply brilliant. I thought fairs fair, if he ever divulged in me I’d happily return the gesture. Boys are selfish beings, and needless to say Victor never did get one.

Yet Severus appears to be reasonably fair, well at least when it comes to the mattress gymnastics. And he hasn’t demanded yet even hinted at the idea, which makes it that more appealing. Tonks (bless her honest soul once more) has informed me that in her opinion it tastes revolting, so tackling the job with chocolate sauce seems to be the perfect solution to me.

Grasping hold of the glass I carefully position the vessel over the necessary bits and allow copious amounts of the smooth liquid to flow.

“Hermione…” Severus whimpers below me. Hm, thought of watching him squirm sends delightful shivers through my body.

I set the glass back on the bedside table and pause to survey this all for a moment. Severus is watching me very closely, looking particularly vulnerable. Perhaps he is worrying about precisely how much he pissed me off this morning. Let him.

However, whatever he is thinking about doesn’t seem to bother him enough to remove his desire. Tentatively I take hold of his shaft, not really sure precisely how to go about this. Oh, well, never be it said that I don’t try anything new. I duck my head down and run my tongue up the underside of his cock, delighting in both the chocolate taste and the whimper that escapes Severus. That appeared to do the trick. After taking a few more strokes with my tongue I decide to go the whole hog and slip my lips around him. Gently I flick my tongue over his head, licking off the syrup there before sliding further down him. Glancing up, Severus had his eyes tightly closed, his fists clenching the sheets tightly. Perfect!

I begin to slide up and down him, being sure to clean up all the sauce as I go. It’s not long before he’s moaning my name. I pick up the pace more determined now to get him off. Suddenly, just as I run a finger over his sac, Severus grasps hold of my wrist with one hand and my chin with his other.

“Hermione! You’ve got to stop!”

Somehow, despite my otherwise occupied mouth, I manage to give him a questioning look.

“I am going to…Hermione!”

Stop because you said to? Yeah, right.

Pity I underestimated how strong this man is. Without warning he has me flipped on my back and is plunging into me without missing a beat. Oh, yeah! Now that is fantastic! The sudden intrusion has triggered all sorts of nerve endings to jump to life, and I couldn’t regain control of this situation now even if I had wanted to.

Severus starts a frantic pace, the faces he is pulling telling me he is so damned close himself. He grasps hold of both my knees, tossing them over his shoulders.

“SEVERUS!” Sorry, I can’t help it. This angle is just so damned good, allowing him even deeper access to my core. It won’t be long now. I can feel the tingles beginning as he continues to slide in me. The friction is wonderful, the pressure brilliant. Just a little more and….

“SEVERUS!” I scream again as pleasure takes me over. He has chosen precisely the right moment to take hold of my nipples and give them a delightfully pleasurable pinch. I can feel myself contracting around him, and then I hear him give out a little grunt and with two jerky strokes I feel him spill into me.

As I verge on passing out just one thought flutters through my mind – if revenge is this sweet Severus can piss me off any time he likes!

Shem – haha! Tricked ya! Still a little longer for our darling Sev and Herm! Probably two more chapters and then I’m sorry, but they’re going to have to split. However, on the upside, your begging appears to have worked, and I updated as quick as I could!

Deb – Thanks! Hm, yes, Hooch and Wood doesn’t really appeal to me either…

Gwennavierre – Wow, you’re going to stop writing your fic to read mine? I am flattered! When I get a moment I must go and read it. I updated this really quick – had to – you must be desperate for the next chapter to use the words Dag Nammit in your review! LOL

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Jen – Oh, Jen. Please, no! Not Hooch! I’m all for Herm and Sev having a threesome (though probably not in this fic), but Hooch? Oh well, those to their own likings! Thanks for your review!