In Other Alternate Universes

The standard disclaimer applies: I am not J K Rowling, these are not my characters and I am not making any profit from this story.



The plot bunnies refuse to leave me alone in regards to Ms. Figg\'s wonderful prompt. It\'s Hermione/Severus with a slight sick twist. I hope you enjoy.



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Severus Snape was restless. Worst of all, he was hot. Not \'hot\' in as attractive sense, but rather hot in regards to the temperature within the castle walls. And those two particular attributes were a lethal combination with respect to Severus Snape. When the Gryffindor Head Boy was hot and unable to sleep, he wasn\'t the only one who suffered. Any student who was stupid enough to step a toe out of line in his presence received swift and severe point deductions to accompany an unpleasant detention with the disagreeable Filch. Severus made absolutely certain that the suffering was widespread.



It was currently mid-May. The Seventh Years were preparing to take their NEWT exams over the next week and, as usual, Severus was over preparing. If he wasn\'t in class, in bed, or eating in the Great Hall he could only be found in one place: the library.



The heat, however, forced the seventeen year old from his usual study haunt. It drove him to speak to the Headmaster about the unused classrooms in the bowels of the castle.



“Headmaster, may I have a moment of your time?” Severus asked one particularly scorching evening after dinner.



“Of course, Mr. Snape. Let\'s go to my office for some privacy, shall we?” The young wizard nodded in agreement and followed the Headmaster out of the dining hall towards the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster\'s personal office.



When they entered, the Headmaster asked “What can I do for you this uncomfortably warm evening Mr. Snape?”



“As you know, NEWT exams are upon us and, naturally, I wish to do my best.” Severus began, in hopes of \'buttering up\' his mentor.



“I would expect nothing less. Please continue.”



“Well, with the heat being so unrelenting, I have been searching out alternative study areas.”



“And I dare say you have found an appropriate space, Mr. Snape?” the Headmaster asked, his eye beginning its infernal twinkle.



“Yes, I have sir. The only problem is...this particular room resides in the dungeons.” Severus said quickly in an effort to show the Headmaster his trepidation.



“Ah! There\'s the rub, as it were. I\'m sure that you are well aware of Professor Granger\'s preferences. The dungeons have always been considered to be \'her territory.\' I could not in good conscience arbitrarily grant permission for the use of any rooms in the dungeons without the knowledge and consent of Professor Granger. I would approach her with your request myself but, alas, the Wizengamot has decided on a rather inconvenient time to finalize the Death Eater trials now that the War is over. Being Chief Warlock has its drawbacks as well as its perks. Thank Merlin Professor Granger and Messers. Malfoy have all been exonerated, other wise I would be out of the castle until the current Fifth Years\' graduation ceremony. I\'m afraid you will need to approach her yourself with your request.” Headmaster Dumbledore had a solemn look on his face as he continued. “By the way, how and where did you find this place for your studies?”



“The heat being as oppressive as it has been, compelled me to change my late patrol schedule. I used to be completely random with my nightly rounds. Now, I always begin with the towers and end in the dungeons. I randomize my start and finish times, but I consistently begin in the hottest parts of the castle and end in the coolest part. I stumbled across the room in question during my rounds several weeks ago. It obviously hasn\'t been used in years. The amount of dust and cobwebs present prove that. The only drawback would be that it is located near the Potions classroom and thus the Professor\'s private quarters. Do you think that would be a deterrent for her agreement, sir?”



“Mr Snape, you know as well as I do how Professor Granger is. She does not appreciate disruptions in her routines and she despises encroachment on her personal space. She could very well shoot down your idea at the mere mention of your extended presence in her domain. The only advice I can offer you is this: Tread carefully Mr. Snape. Feel her out prior to approaching her with your request. It could very well save you from significant point loss and detentions, amongst other things.”



“I shall take your advice to heart, sir. Thank you for your time.” Severus turned to head out of the office, towards his private rooms.



“I hope you will, Severus. Maybe it will allow you to see the Professor in a new light.” Albus said to himself after the door closed behind the young Gryffindor.



Severus pondered the Headmaster\'s advice all the way back to his rooms. \'What could I possibly do to “feel her out”? She\'s not exactly the most approachable witch on the planet. With my luck I\'ll be fortunate if I\'m allowed to speak to her without walking away sans Gryffindor points, with a detention, with hex marks, or some combination of the three\' Severus thought grimly. He was not at all looking forward to approaching the dour Potions Mistress for permission to use a spare room in her dungeons. He decided to sleep on it after putting in some serious NEWT study time. He would be able to come up with fresh ideas once he was well rested.



*Later that same night*



Hermione Granger also had difficulties sleeping during the onerous heat imposing itself upon the castle. Yes, the dungeons were a good 20 degrees cooler than the rest of Hogwarts (It made the students almost resort to Avada-ing each other for a spot in Slytherin House) but that didn\'t ease Hermione\'s discomfort. She often used her nightly rounds of stalking the halls as a method of stimulating her sleep cycle. Now, her rounds only made her more restless and, as a result, even snarkier than usual. Her only respite, now, came in the form of a special late night visitor.



She had received word that he would be available after midnight and would arrive by her private floo at one o\'clock in the morning. She was quivering with anticipation when she was informed that he would fulfill her special request once again.



As Severus completed his search of the upper levels, he heard the clock chime the one o\'clock hour as he moved towards the dungeon stairs.



His rounds in the dungeons began at Slytherin House. He muttered the password, entered the common room and made a quick sweep of it. He noticed that nothing was amiss so he quickly exited the imposing room. He made his way down the hall, searching out rule breakers, but finding none.



When he passed the classroom he hoped to claim for his study area, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He stealthily moved in closer to investigate. It was when he was just outside the door that he thought he heard Professor Granger moan.



He moved to the other side of the doorway, hoping to get a glimpse of what was happening inside. The room was surprisingly clean. He also noticed Professor Granger. She was sitting in a leather chair against the wall. Severus would not have found this out of sorts if his Professor hadn\'t been naked and if there wasn\'t a young man on his knees before her, with his face buried between her legs.



“Oh dear Gods, Severus! Don\'t stop!” Hermione moaned in obvious pleasure.



Severus\' mouth dropped open in utter shock. \'What the Hell? Was that really my name she moaned?\' Severus asked himself. He didn\'t know what to think, so he brought out a useful tool he procured from the Weasley\'s joke shop, which he often used during his patrols. Extendible Eyes and Ears were a wonderful invention of the Weasley twins that allowed the user to see and hear things from a distance while remaining in the shadows.



Donning the headset-like end of the item, the opposing end slithered through the open door to get a better visual and audio of the couple in question.



Upon reaching his targets, Severus manipulated the tool in order to get a better look at the person \'servicing\' his professor.



“Oh yes Severus! Suck my clit you naughty Gryffindor! Right there, YES!” Hermione shrieked. The young, dark haired man pulled his head away from her long enough to drive two fingers deep onto her wet channel, providing Severus with a good look at his face.



Severus nearly passed out from shock, as he was looking at himself licking his professor\'s cunt. Before his twin resumed his oral ministrations, Severus was given an excellent view of Hermione\'s sex.



She was almost completely clean shaven except for the narrow \'landing strip\' of dark curls nestled above her swollen clit. It was this unadulterated view of her beautifully groomed pussy that had Severus harder than he had ever been in his life.



Thankful that the heat caused him to wear as little as possible, Severus cast a quick silencing and disillusionment spell around himself and reached into his robes in an effort to attend to his growing \'concern\'.



Removing his impressively sized cock from the silky confine of his boxers gave Severus more room to bring himself off as he watched \'himself\' licking and fingering his professor\'s dripping wet pussy.



Hermione entwined her fingers in \'Severus\' \' hair, bringing him closer to her soaking center. As her lover touched a particularly sensitive spot deep within her, she began to keen. “IEEE! Right there Severus! Please don\'t stop!” she implored.



This shrieking of his name and the high pitch of her voice brought Severus to the brink. He stroked his cock faster with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, rolling them around and tugging on them slightly.



Hermione\'s lover continued his special strokes, sending her over that blissful edge. “Oh Gods! I\'m coming Severus! I\'m coming!” Her voice keening as she screamed out her pleasure.



When Severus heard his name pass her lips in ecstasy, his balls drew up tightly against his body. “Hermione” he whispered as he shot his load all over his hands.



Hermione released her grip on her lover\'s hair, allowing her to sink back into the chair and ease her legs off his shoulders. She sighed contentedly as her lover helped her to her feet. She donned the robe draped over the back of the chair and said “Finite Incantatum.”



Severus was not surprised to see the spells surrounding Hermione and her lover slowly dissipate. He cast a quick scourgify as he put away his spying tool and tucked himself back into his boxers. He had expected at the casting of the ending spell, to see the room revert back to its original state. He was in no way prepared to see what happened to Hermione\'s exceptional lover.



Her lover\'s \'Severus\' face dissolved and was replaced by that of Lucius Malfoy\'s. When this happened, Hermione sighed in slight disappointment but said to her lover “Thank you once again Lucius. Your ability to get me off was impeccable as always. But, I must know, why did you use a glamor instead of the Polyjuice I sent you? You know it\'s longer lasting and more convincing than a glamor.”



“For the simple fact that I still have to return home to my wife. The last time I imbibed Polyjuice the effects had not yet waned by the time I arrived back home. You could have heard Narcissa scream in China. She was quite unsettled at seeing a very young Severus Snape get into bed with her. Yes, she knows about yours and my relations. She was quite understanding when I told her the this was how you requested I repay my life debt to you. She is supportive of our situation, which no doubt stems from your close friendship. However, she draws the line at falling asleep with me and waking up to him. I promise to use the Polyjuice the next time Narcissa is gone overnight.”



“Now, I simply must ask, what is it with you and Gryffindor muggleborns? First, you were envious of one. You were ready to kill Lily Evans for even looking at James Potter. Now you desire one for your very own. Are you ill or something? Do you need to see a healer?” Lucius queried, wondering what was going on in the mind of his Slytherin friend.



“I\'m perfectly healthy Lucius. All I can tell you is that \'I want what I want, when I want it\'. I can\'t explain it any better than that. Just know this, when I finally get that wizard into my bed, regardless of whether I can keep him there or not, our life debt - yours to me – will be considered fulfilled. I shall require nothing else of you. Now, I expect you brought floo powder.” Lucius nodded in affirmation and she continued “Good, now you can leave from here. Goodnight Lucius.”



“Goodnight Hermione” and he disappeared in a swirl of green flames and smoke. When he was gone, Hermione walked out of the unused classroom. “You can re-illusion yourself Mr. Snape” she said as she walked towards the invisible Severus.



“Professor!” Severus exclaimed. “I was only...I didn\'t see...” he stammered out. \'How in the Hell am I going to dig myself out of the hole I now find myself in?\' he asked himself.



“Tut tut Mr. Snape. Are you really at a loss for words? Don\'t worry, I\'m not angry that you watched. But – I MUST KNOW – did you enjoy the show?” she asked with a coy lilt in her voice.



“What? No...I mean yes...that is to say...” Severus managed to eek out.



“You wish it had been you? Am I correct?” she asked with her eyebrow cocked in question.



“Yes” he whispered softly.



“Was that a yes?” Severus nodded sharply before she continued. “Excellent. Then let\'s adjourn to my private quarters and you can finish what you so obviously wanted to start” she said as she jerked he head towards the tent now evident in his robes.



They walked into her rooms and the door slid shut behind them. Severus never did get the opportunity to ask about the unused classroom. But it was of no consequence. He was too busy studying the Wizard\'s Guide to the Kama Sutra with his newly appointed private tutor to concern himself with over preparing for his NEWTs. He was as ready as he would ever be. Besides, he had more important materials to study.



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A/N to Ms. Figg: Thank you once again for your kind words of encouragement. I do hope to one day submit my own fanfiction. I\'m a Hermione/Slytherin junkie and it has the plot bunnies over flowing my brain. Perhaps, if I ever think what I write is good enough for submission, I will. Until then, one shots and your incredible prompts will have to suffice. Thanks for the inspiration!