Criminal Ravishment

Chapter 8

It was the middle of the night and Hermione lay in her bed wide-awake, trying hard to fall back asleep, but finding that sleep would not come. Sitting up, she readjusted her pillows. She was getting ready to lie back down when she noticed the main door leading to the hallway opening and someone walking in. She squinted her eyes, trying to recognize whom it was when she almost choked, recognizing the long, blonde hair and gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione tried to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth as Lucius walked toward her. Turning her head, she saw Severus sit up in bed as Lucius raised his wand and yelled, “Avada Kedavra!” Green light shot out of the end of his wand and Severus collapsed on the bed and stopped breathing.

Hermione’s pulse was erratic as Lucius was now standing over her. She tried to kick, but her legs would not move. Lucius was unfastening his pants, exposing his throbbing erection and sneering, “You will always be my Mudblood whore,” as he grabbed her legs, tore off her knickers and forced her legs apart. Stunned, Hermione could only lay there as he positioned himself between her legs at her entrance.

“I won’t lie to you whore; this will hurt!” he hissed.

“NOOOO!” she screamed and woke up to darkness. Hermione sat up and looked around the room as beads of sweat fell from her brow. ‘It was only a dream,’ she told herself, but she was still shaking, unable to calm down. Too scared to sleep alone, she quietly got out of bed and walked over to Severus’ bed and crawled into it, snuggling up to him.

“Hermione,” he whispered, “what are you doing?” as she wrapped her arms around his bare chest.

“I had a bad dream,” she said and he felt her trembling as he pulled the comforter over both of them and embraced her.

“It’ay, ay, it was only a dream,” he said as he pulled her closer, closing his eyes and wondering if he was going to be able to let her go when it was time for her to leave. She lifted her head to face him and her lips grazed his, making him gasp.

“Thank you,” she whispered and he felt the tightness in his groin as he held her. Not trusting his voice, he held her, praying she did not feel his erection and that he stayed in control as she snuggled closer to him.

In the morning, Severus was the first one a wake, as always, but he did not get up. Instead, he continued to lie next to Hermione and watch her sleep, admiring her lips, wishing he could taste them, but he did not dare. He loved her, but if he kissed her now, it would only confuse her and possibly trigger her anxiety or depression into returning. Shaking his head, he decided to get up before he could no longer control himself, and ordered himself to bury the feelings he had for her.


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It was well into March, and Hermione’s garden was absolutely exquisite. Her garden included larkspur, monte casino, lisianthus, miniature roses, matsumoto, alstroemeria, gerber daisies, carnations, solidago, tulips and daisies. Carefully tending to her flowers, Severus watched her carefully prune each branch, each leaf, and each petal as she selected only the perfect flowers for the bouquet she was putting together for someone. She refused to tell Severus who and this worried him, because in the back of his mind he feared that it may be for Lucius.

Severus was now tutoring Hermione in all of her classes, trying to catch her up with the other seventh year students, but she quickly surpassed them much to Severus\' surprise. He had known she was talented, but he had not quite suspected her full capabilities until now.

While standing on the terrace, she arranged the bouquet as Severus stood next to her. She was very meticulous with the position of each flower and Severus patiently waited for almost an hour until she was finally finished.

“How do you like it?” she asked him.

“It’s perfect Hermione,” he said, ‘just like you,’ he thought.

“Good, because it is for you Professor Snape!” she threw her arms around him and hugged him as he hugged her back.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you saved my life; a life that I was willing to throw away until you helped me see that it is worth living,” she said as she continued to hug him, closing her eyes and not wanting to let go.

“Hermione,” he said, “we need to talk.” She let go of him as he took her hand and led her to a chair on the terrace where she sat down. He remained standing as he spoke, “Hermione, you have made excellent progress with your recovery. Ron and Harry have been visiting you regularly, along with Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster. I believe that it is time for you to return to your classes.”

“No,” she said with a slight edge in her voice, “I do not want to go back.”

“We cannot hide here forever. You have a life that you need to live and it is time that you started living it.”

“Please, I don’t want to leave,” she pleaded.

“You\'re not leaving. We still have a lot that we need to accomplish in the evenings. During the day, you will attend your classes and at night you will return here, unless of course you need to be at the library,” he said.

“Do you promise that you will be here with me in the evenings?” she asked.

“Yes, I\'ll be right here,” he said, his heart aching at her request.

“Okay, I\'ll attend my classes, but what am I going to tell the other students when they ask where I have been?”

“Albus explained to them that Lucius kidnapped you and brutally attacked you. He told them that you have been recovering from the ordeal.” Hermione smiled, pleased that the school did not know the entire truth.

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She began to attend her classes again, beginning with Transfiguration. The students were excited to see her, and welcomed her back with hugs and small gifts. Each week she added a new class, until she was attending all of her classes regularly. To her relief, Albus took over the DADA classes as Severus resumed his potions classes.

It was May, and the first day back to potions class, Hermione was a little nervous because it would be the first time she would have any contact with the Slytherins. Severus purposely scheduled potions to be the last class added. He did this because she had already mastered all of the objectives of the class and becaut wot would give her a chance to become less dependent on him.

“Are you going to be mean to me in class today?” Hermione asked Severus as she gathered her books.

“Yes,” he hissed and she smiled, clearly not intimidated by his scowl anymore.

Harry and Ron escorted her into the potion’s classroom, to the back row as the Slytherins sat in the front. Hermione avoiding looking at the Slytherins, but Draco happened to catch her attention. He looked at her with a solemn look in his eyes, but gave her a slight nod as if to say he was sorry. She nodded back in return as Severus made his way into the classroom.

“Okay you dunderheads,” Severus growled as his eyes scanned the classroom, looking at the fear on the Gryffindor’s faces. The tension in the class could be cut with a knife, as potions class had been rather enjoyable while Snape was gone. Now that he was back, the Gryffindors were a little worried and the Slytherins sat up a little taller in their seats.

“I\'ve looked over the lessons the Headmaster completed with you and I have to say that I\'m pleased that you accomplished most of the potions I left for you to brew,” the class let out a sign of relief. “But you will prto mto me that you are capable of brewing each of these potions today. If you fail, you will have a weeks detention!” He casually glanced at Hermione and gave her the slightest wink, which she returned.

As Severus walked around the classroom, assigning a different potion to each student, Neville looked at Hermione with pleading eyes asking for her help. A flood of relief fell over her as she truly felt her life was back to normal. While brewing her potion, she was mouthing instructions to Neville as she had been doing since their first year. Harry had informed Hermione that during potions class with Dumbledore, Neville had been able to brew all of the potions flawlessly, so she knew Severus was the cause of Neville’s mistakes.

She continued mouthing instructions to him when Severus walked up behind them both, startling them, “Miss Granger! How many times have I told you not to help Mister Longbottom with his potions?” he hissed. “You have earned yourself a detention.”

She looked up at him and as she stared at him with her big brown eyes, Severus\' heart melted. ‘Damn, I love her’ he thought as he forced himself to walk away from her.

Hermione smiled, ‘Yes, everything is back to normal,’ she thought as she continued brewing her potion.

After class, the students filed out as Hermione stayed behind so that Severus could assign her detention. Normally Ron and Harry would have stayed, but they now knew that she was safe with Snape.

“Hermione,” Severus spoke as the last student shut the door, “why did you do it?”

“I wanted to see if you were going to treat me any differently,” she said with full confidence.

“And?” he asked.

“I\'m relieved that all of my classes, along with my life are back to normal.”

“Good, then for your detention, you can clean the bedpans with Madam Pomfrey without the use of magic,” he said in his silky voice.

“What?” she stammered

“Like you said, everything is back to normal,” said Severus in a smooth voice.

“Yes sir,” said Hermione, knowing that she should not argue with him. She gathered her books and left.

After dinner, Hermione showed up for her detention in the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for her.

“Hello, Hermione! I am so pleased to see you dear. I have a message from Professor Snape. He said that he has changed the task for your detention and you need to go straight to the Priapusum Tower,” said Poppy.

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey,” said a very relieved Hermione. On her way to the tower, she bumped into Harry and Ginny who were busy kissing in one of the hidden passages. Since nobody lived on this end of the castle, they assumed that they would not be bothered. Hermione did not say anything as she slowly walked past them, observing t ope open display of passion. As she reached the Priapusum Tower, Severus was sitting on the couch waiting for her, but was surprised to see her looking so sad.

“Hermione, what is wrong?” he asked.

She placed her books on the table and took off her robe before she spoke. “I just saw Harry and Ginny kissing and… well… she was enjoying it. It just reminded me that kissing could be a passionate thing. All Lucius ever did was gag me with his tongue,” her voice was soft.

“Kissing can be very passionate and enjoyable, if it is done with a person that truly cares for you,” said Severus as she joined him on the couch. She looked up at Severus; knowing that she had been in love with him for a while now, she wanted him to kiss her, but she did not say anything.

“Something is on your mind. Please tell me,” he said.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she said, “Will you kiss me?” Severus could not believe his ears. ‘Did she just ask me to kiss her? Merlin help!’ he thought.

“Hermione, I can’t kiss you. I am your professor,” he whispered as he moved a little closer to her.

“I want you to show me that a kiss can be passionate,” she whispered as she moved her mouth closer to his.

“Just one kiss,” he barely whispered as their warm lips came together gently. He gingerly applied pressure to her soft lips as his hands came about her face and cradled it. Responding to him, she parted her lips as she felt a tingle spread through her body like none she had ever felt before.

Cautiously, his tongue tasted her lips, gently stroking them as Hermione closed her eyes and melted under his touch as he applied a little more pressure to his kiss. After having done this a thousand times in his dreams, Severus could not believe he was finally kissing her, tasting her, holding her, but he told himself to remain under control.

Slowly, his tongue entered her mouth as it delicately swirled around her tongue and lips, exploring and discovering every crevice and detail. Hermione slowly responded with her tongue, not sure what to do but trying to mimic his strokes. She was getting lost in passion, her body screaming for more, and her arms wrapped around Severus as he pulled her in tighter. He felt the fire between his legs and his erection was unmercifully throbbing, begging for release.

Hermione experienced the tingles that spread down her body, between her legs, realizing that this man was making her feel an unleashed desire that she had yet to experience. While her hands began to caress his back, Severus pulled her onto his lap, wanting more of her as she straddled him. A moan escaped from the back of her throat as Severus broke away from the kiss.

Breathless, they both stared at each other in surprise, realizing that the kiss had affected the other deeply.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispered.

“Neither did I,” he said as he claimed her mouth again. The two shared another kiss that was equal issiossion to the first one, yet more intense. As much as Severus wanted to explore her body with his hands, he kept them wrapped around her back, pulling her into him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest as she kissed him back fiercely. Wanting to feel more of him, her hips rubbed up against him, feeling his erection. This startled her and she broke away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath.

Staying in his embrace, she whispered, “I am sorry.”

“Hermione, please don’t ever apologize for wanting to stop. Besides, I am the one who should apologize,” he said, not letting go of her.

“Please don’t apologize. I know we both enjoyed the kiss,” she said as she blushed.

“Kisses,” he corrected her as he gave her a small smile, “yes, I did enjoy the kisses.”

“Well, what do we do now?” Severus asked, knowing full well that he wanted nothing more than to make love to her, but also knowing that she was not ready.

“Maybe I should begin my detention?” she said, not knowing what else to say.

A mischievous smile came across his face as he spoke in his best Professor Snape drawl, “I believe that any student would agree with me in saying that having to kiss the Potions Master is punishment enough.”

Hermione giggled, “Yes, they would agree, but believe me, it was a punishment that I would be willing to repeat.”

“I would love to keep kissing you, but I think we had better stop before I am unable to stop,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay,” she said, blushing as she slid off of his lap, “I do have a lot of homework that I need to get started on.”

As she completed her homework, Severus left to patrol the s. s. Now that he was back on the staff, all of his duties were waiting for him. As Hermione was ready for bed, she was pulling the comforter back when Severus walked in, carrying a tray of desserts and wearing the most satisfying grin she had ever seen which made her smile.

“Do I dare ask what happened?” she said.

“I just took eighty points from Gryffindor!” he sneered.

“What?! Why?” her voice was slightly angered.

“Because Mister Weasley and Mister Potter were trying to sneak food from the kitchens, so I took off ten points apiece and warned them that if I saw them again, I would double it. Twenty minutes later, I caught them with a tray of desserts, so I took off another twenty points apiece,” he said, very satisfied with himself.

“But you said that you took off eighty points, that is only sixty,” she questioned him.

“I took off an extra twenty points from Mister Weasley for talking with his mouth full,” Severus picked up a cream puff from the tray, “Do you want a bite?” he asked.

She smiled, “No thank you. I am going to bed.”

“We’ll save them for the mng tng then,” and he put the tray away in the kitchen. When he came back, she was already under the covers and he walked over to her. Bending down, he kissed her goodnight, leaving no doubt in her mind that he felt the same way about her as she felt about him.

“Goodnight, Hermione,” he whispered.

“Goodnight… ” she wasn’t sure what to call him since Professor Snape seemed too formal after that goodnight kiss.

“Severus,” he said.

“Goodnight Severus,” she whispered and he felt the pressure in his groin at the sound of his name rolling off her lips. Hermione was no longer taking a sleeping potion, as she was now able to go to sleep on her own. Severus turned out the lights and they both went to sleep in their own beds, dreaming dreams that would have made each of them blush if the other knew what they had dreamed.


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A/N: Thank you for all of your reviews. I hope this chapter did not seem too rushed in Hermione’s attraction to Severus, but it is natural since she sees him as a ‘hero.’

Quwinntessa Starber = Thank you for your powerful review. I am taking your advice word choice – you make a very valid point!

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Corazon