The Guardian of Slytherin
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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25
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18,419
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126
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Chapter Eight
Hello! I thought it best to update tonight, as tomorrow is Labor Day (and thus I must not labor. Only in America). Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing!
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Chapter Eight
Hermione awoke to find herself alone in bed with Severus. She studied his features, seeing how worn he looked. Absently, she stroked his hair out of his face, wishing he would take better care of himself. His eyes opened and watched her.
“You’re still so young,” he muttered, moving closer to her.
“And you have too many clothes on,” she murmured, as she began to undo his buttons. “Far too many layers, Severus.”
“You need to rest,” he told her even as he began to help her strip as well.
“So do you,” she said, kissing his chest and up to his throat. “But you’ll rest better once you’re in me where you belong. I know I will.”
Fed up with how long it was taking to strip them of their clothes, Severus whipped out his wand and did away with all of them magically. Putting his wand aside, he caressed her body as she did much the same with him.
“If we do this, you’re mine,” Severus growled. “No more running, no more excuses…”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
He kissed her mouth hungrily as he rolled over to his back, taking her with him. Kissing him all over his face, she mumbled, “Show me how to make it good for you.”
“All that and more,” he assured her, as he penetrated her tight slick core.
Panting, Hermione closed her eyes and felt as he stretched her out taunt.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, worried that they would have to stop.
“No,” she breathed. “This…is perfect.” Hermione opened her eyes, looking down into his and kissed his mouth slowly. “And for you?”
“Perfect,” he sighed, as he felt as she rolled her hips.
As she moved, they kept staring into the others eyes. Never once as did they look away from the other. The entire time they moved at a slow tempo until the climax pulled them both under. Collapsing into his arms they slept intertwined, knowing that there was no other place for them to be.
***
Draco was shocked when Pansy Parkinson came rushing into the castle along with Millicent Bulstrode. She went straight over to him, hugging him tightly.
“I heard that you went through it,” she muttered. “I can’t even tell you how glad I am you lived.”
“Yeah,” he said, pulling away from her. “Uh, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Me too, but you first,” she said.
“I’m gay.”
“Great, I’m in love with Blaise Zabini.”
“Fantastic,” he answered. “Does he know?”
“I should hope so seeing as we are getting married in three years when I have my mastery of spells,” Blaise said as he joined the small group. He shook Draco’s hand. “Happy to see that you’re still around.”
“Me too,” Millicent said quietly. “Where are the others?”
“Rabastan and Regulus are resting,” he answered. “Or at least that is what they told me.”
“And how is Hermione doing?” Pansy asked, sounding worried.
“Better now that Snape is here,” Draco said, looking over to the sitting area where his father was staring at the fireplace. “He’s waiting for his turn.”
“Oh no,” Pansy whispered, looking over. “Did her eyes turn red looking at him. That’s what happened when Greg…” Pansy caught a hold of Blaise’s hand for support as she told Draco the news. “He didn’t make it.”
“It didn’t get that far,” Draco said, sounding concerned. “Rabastan and Snape were able to make a plea for Hermione to rest and eat first.” He looked to his friends and asked, “So are you going to tell me how this all started or am I going to be stuck guessing?”
***
Ginny didn’t know what woke her, but soon she was pulling on her robe and going downstairs to see what was going on. Her parents were out of town visiting Charlie in Romania, thus leaving the house empty but for her and Ron. Her brother had been out every night since Harry had started his guilt trip about Hermione, leaving her there on her own for the most part. True, her other brothers checked on her, but they didn’t do it at three in the morning. Once downstairs she saw Harry sitting in the living room, looking like he had news he didn’t want to tell her.
She could do this, she told herself. Even so Ginny was forcing herself to go over and confront him. He looked up to her as she was sitting down. The youngest Weasley, the girl who had loved this boy since she had first seen him, felt like her heart was crushed at the sight of what she saw in his eyes.
“I don’t know how to tell you what I have to,” he murmured, looking away from her to his hands as it was easier for him to do so. “Ginny, I should have been honest with you…Merlin, with myself!”
“Just tell me,” she whispered, praying to whatever deity listening that it wasn’t what she thought it was.
“Ron and I spoke. He isn’t gay,” Harry told her. “And I am.”
Ginny sat there, shaking as she listened to him.
“There is no triad between us,” he muttered. “There can never be one.”
“You haven’t given it time…”
“Stop it, Ginny,” Harry told her, his voice unyielding. “You need a man that feels more for you than I can or ever will.”
“I love you!” she cried.
“And I love you—like a sister,” he told her. “That’s all I can ever feel for you.”
“That’s not true! We had sex!”
“Ginny, for Merlin sake you’re making this more difficult than it has to be. I don’t want to be mean…”
“You love me!” she yelled at him. “This is just the guilt you had over hurting Hermione!”
Pursing his lips, he sighed, “That’s something else. Something I’ll deal with when I find her.”
“This is all her fault! Don’t you see!” She jumped up. “She’s tearing us apart!”
“No, she isn’t,” Harry said, his voice hard as he spoke to her. “Ginny, I don’t want to go there, but I will if I have to…”
“That fucking bitch…”
Harry grabbed her by her arms and shook her just enough to call her attention off of her new rant before he snapped, “Fine, if this is the way it has to be, so be it. I can’t get hard with you. I tried. I couldn’t even get half erect with you in the same bed as me. It wasn’t until Ron was in my ass that I could do it and even then it was a struggle with you there!”
The sound of the slap she dealt him rang in the air. Harry stood up, taking a deep breath and whispering, “Needless to say, it’s over. If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand. But just remember, no one is to blame for this. It just is what it is.”
Dark emotions built in Ginny and she knew that she would be planning her revenge on Hermione Granger very soon.
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Chapter Eight
Hermione awoke to find herself alone in bed with Severus. She studied his features, seeing how worn he looked. Absently, she stroked his hair out of his face, wishing he would take better care of himself. His eyes opened and watched her.
“You’re still so young,” he muttered, moving closer to her.
“And you have too many clothes on,” she murmured, as she began to undo his buttons. “Far too many layers, Severus.”
“You need to rest,” he told her even as he began to help her strip as well.
“So do you,” she said, kissing his chest and up to his throat. “But you’ll rest better once you’re in me where you belong. I know I will.”
Fed up with how long it was taking to strip them of their clothes, Severus whipped out his wand and did away with all of them magically. Putting his wand aside, he caressed her body as she did much the same with him.
“If we do this, you’re mine,” Severus growled. “No more running, no more excuses…”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
He kissed her mouth hungrily as he rolled over to his back, taking her with him. Kissing him all over his face, she mumbled, “Show me how to make it good for you.”
“All that and more,” he assured her, as he penetrated her tight slick core.
Panting, Hermione closed her eyes and felt as he stretched her out taunt.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, worried that they would have to stop.
“No,” she breathed. “This…is perfect.” Hermione opened her eyes, looking down into his and kissed his mouth slowly. “And for you?”
“Perfect,” he sighed, as he felt as she rolled her hips.
As she moved, they kept staring into the others eyes. Never once as did they look away from the other. The entire time they moved at a slow tempo until the climax pulled them both under. Collapsing into his arms they slept intertwined, knowing that there was no other place for them to be.
***
Draco was shocked when Pansy Parkinson came rushing into the castle along with Millicent Bulstrode. She went straight over to him, hugging him tightly.
“I heard that you went through it,” she muttered. “I can’t even tell you how glad I am you lived.”
“Yeah,” he said, pulling away from her. “Uh, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Me too, but you first,” she said.
“I’m gay.”
“Great, I’m in love with Blaise Zabini.”
“Fantastic,” he answered. “Does he know?”
“I should hope so seeing as we are getting married in three years when I have my mastery of spells,” Blaise said as he joined the small group. He shook Draco’s hand. “Happy to see that you’re still around.”
“Me too,” Millicent said quietly. “Where are the others?”
“Rabastan and Regulus are resting,” he answered. “Or at least that is what they told me.”
“And how is Hermione doing?” Pansy asked, sounding worried.
“Better now that Snape is here,” Draco said, looking over to the sitting area where his father was staring at the fireplace. “He’s waiting for his turn.”
“Oh no,” Pansy whispered, looking over. “Did her eyes turn red looking at him. That’s what happened when Greg…” Pansy caught a hold of Blaise’s hand for support as she told Draco the news. “He didn’t make it.”
“It didn’t get that far,” Draco said, sounding concerned. “Rabastan and Snape were able to make a plea for Hermione to rest and eat first.” He looked to his friends and asked, “So are you going to tell me how this all started or am I going to be stuck guessing?”
***
Ginny didn’t know what woke her, but soon she was pulling on her robe and going downstairs to see what was going on. Her parents were out of town visiting Charlie in Romania, thus leaving the house empty but for her and Ron. Her brother had been out every night since Harry had started his guilt trip about Hermione, leaving her there on her own for the most part. True, her other brothers checked on her, but they didn’t do it at three in the morning. Once downstairs she saw Harry sitting in the living room, looking like he had news he didn’t want to tell her.
She could do this, she told herself. Even so Ginny was forcing herself to go over and confront him. He looked up to her as she was sitting down. The youngest Weasley, the girl who had loved this boy since she had first seen him, felt like her heart was crushed at the sight of what she saw in his eyes.
“I don’t know how to tell you what I have to,” he murmured, looking away from her to his hands as it was easier for him to do so. “Ginny, I should have been honest with you…Merlin, with myself!”
“Just tell me,” she whispered, praying to whatever deity listening that it wasn’t what she thought it was.
“Ron and I spoke. He isn’t gay,” Harry told her. “And I am.”
Ginny sat there, shaking as she listened to him.
“There is no triad between us,” he muttered. “There can never be one.”
“You haven’t given it time…”
“Stop it, Ginny,” Harry told her, his voice unyielding. “You need a man that feels more for you than I can or ever will.”
“I love you!” she cried.
“And I love you—like a sister,” he told her. “That’s all I can ever feel for you.”
“That’s not true! We had sex!”
“Ginny, for Merlin sake you’re making this more difficult than it has to be. I don’t want to be mean…”
“You love me!” she yelled at him. “This is just the guilt you had over hurting Hermione!”
Pursing his lips, he sighed, “That’s something else. Something I’ll deal with when I find her.”
“This is all her fault! Don’t you see!” She jumped up. “She’s tearing us apart!”
“No, she isn’t,” Harry said, his voice hard as he spoke to her. “Ginny, I don’t want to go there, but I will if I have to…”
“That fucking bitch…”
Harry grabbed her by her arms and shook her just enough to call her attention off of her new rant before he snapped, “Fine, if this is the way it has to be, so be it. I can’t get hard with you. I tried. I couldn’t even get half erect with you in the same bed as me. It wasn’t until Ron was in my ass that I could do it and even then it was a struggle with you there!”
The sound of the slap she dealt him rang in the air. Harry stood up, taking a deep breath and whispering, “Needless to say, it’s over. If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand. But just remember, no one is to blame for this. It just is what it is.”
Dark emotions built in Ginny and she knew that she would be planning her revenge on Hermione Granger very soon.
***
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