Giving and Taking

note: my editor was on vacation before so it took her a while to read this. its a bit shorter, but hopefully i'll figure the rest out later. please leave suggestions, i love to hear from all of you!
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“You know” Hermione said, once she had regained normal breathing, “I really don’t like you”.

Sarcastically, Snape replied, “Well, I’d beg to differ, seeing as you personally came to me and very willingly screwed me in my room. I don’t thing that’s something someone would do if they didn’t like the other person”.

“I’m drunk and you were available. It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean I have to like you” Hermione spat back at him. Snape could not believe that he was being told he was used by a seventeen year old. Turning his head so he faced her, Snape angrily said,

“With all due respect, Miss Granger, you don’t just view me as available. You wanted me, specifically. Dressed like you were tonight, I doubt you would have had any trouble being with any of your adolescent peers. You came down here for me”.

“Maybe I just came down here because you’re a good fuck, you ever think of that?” Hermione spat back guiltily. “I truly hate the fact you’re my disgusting teaching but I can’t help that you have one powerful hold on me. And I’m drunk and I’m tired of doing what everybody wants. And that includes liking you”

“Seriously, Miss Granger, I could care less how you feel.” He turned his body on his side so he was completely facing her. Then, reaching across her stomach, he slid his hand under her back and turned her aggressively so she could see him. He continued, looking straight into her eyes, “I don’t like you either” He blinked his eyes at the lie, and Hermione caught it. Not knowing his true feelings but still knowing he wasn’t completely honest, she said:

“You can’t be serious. After you told me in detention that day that you found me intelligent and clever, and what was that word…oh right, distracting! Hah!” She laughed a very alcoholic laugh in his face. Wincing at her words more than her breath, he said,

“So maybe that is true. You’re smart, you’re obviously smart enough to know good sex when you’ve had it. That doesn’t mean I like you as a person. You are annoying, snotty and a general pain in my ass. But here we are, again, together. There must be something wrong with both of us”

Fuzzily, Hermione contemplated this. She disliked him, but would never admit that she was turned on by him. Still too drunk to think any further, she responded,

“There is something wrong with us. Somebody more powerful than either of us is messing with us. There is no logical reason why I should be with a man more than twice my age who is downright nasty and cruel. But here we are, and I can’t do anything about it. Forget logic, let’s just keep this as sex. I don’t know why but that’s what I want”.

That wasn’t quite what he wanted to hear but it worked well enough, at least for part of him. Still looking straight at her, he answered,

“Fine, if that’s what you want. But I don’t like this constant focus on you specifically, I want things too”.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, and said,

“Okay, fine. I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want…”

Snape interrupted, “Actually, it’s the other way around”.

“Whatever, I still don’t like you” she countered, giving him a smack on his shoulder. Snape shifted his body on top of hers and started to kiss her neck. Mockingly, he added, “Whatever, I still don’t like you either”.

Comforted by their lies, each of them slipped into sensual oblivion.