Unforgettable

A/N – No more teasing. Lemons ahead. Enjoy! Thanks to all who have emailed and left feedback. They are greatly appreciated. Again…thank you to Kathy Rose for beta reading and Larilee for encouragement.

Chapter Nine –

With a vicious jerk and colorful phrase, Severus pulled his pants up, and walked into Hermione’s bedchamber. He could here her retching and he scowled. The Fates were mocking him. Was this his lot in life? To lust after a woman who could never care for him, who found him so physically repugnant, she vomited at the thought of being intimate with him?

This was just more material for him to present to the Wizengamot when he filed his complaint against George and Fred Weasley. Physical suffering!

The sound of violent retching finally stopped, but he hesitated at the door. It would not do to pick up where they had left off. She obviously found him repulsive.

But she responded to you, a lusty voice reminded Severus. She even came.

Water was running in the other room, hopefully signaling an end to her honest yet disappointing reaction.

It was time he steeled himself against his baser instincts and lust-induced haze surrounding Hermi—Miss Granger. She did not want him. She never would. This had been a selfish mistake – one that was easily rectified. She was as much a victim as he was in this twisted turn of events. He never should have brought her here.

The door opened, and a pale and visibly shaken woman walked out.

Severus put on his best air of indifference. “Are you ill, Miss Granger?”

Shocked eyes met his, yet quickly looked away.

He didn’t miss the look in her eye, the look that told him what she thought of him.

“I-I’m f-fine, sir,” she stammered. “I have been feeling nauseous lately. So I skipped dinner. I’m not used to whiskey, either.”

His dark eyes raked across her body, noting that she had magically mended her nightgown and pulled back her hair. He could also see his mark upon the delicate flesh of her neck. If she stayed here much longer, he could not be responsible for his actions.

Backing away from her, Severus reached for the door handle. “I shan’t disturb you any further, Miss Granger. I’ll have the house elves bring a potion and some broth to settle your stomach. Your services are no longer required here. There is a portkey to London in the morning. I suggest you be ready for it. Good evening.”

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She watched as Snape backed out of the room and closed the door behind him, his parting words barely registering over the desire strumming through her body. The desire was quickly replaced by embarrassment at his cool demeanor and sudden departure. Feeling as though she were still on fire, she laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.

It didn’t help matters that the room had started to spin again.

What game was he playing? Was he trying to prove some madding point? Was it just another lesson in humiliation?

He wants you, a husky inner voice chanted. You had the evidence of his arousal pressed against you. He yearns for you just as you yearn for him.

Hermione shook the doubts and speculation from her mind. Maybe Snape wasn’t as immune as he pretended to be. She’d seen a side of him she didn’t even think existed. Now that she knew better, perhaps there was more to explore. Perhaps…

Perhaps it was time to adopt some Slytherin tactics and exploit the Professor’s weakness.

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Walking into his private chambers, Severus scowled. Not only had his students reached an all-time high for idiocy, it was as though they had sensed his loss of focus. Hopefully his sanity would return since the object of his distraction had taken the portkey to London this morning. He could do this. He’s lasted this long without her. He would be perfectly content to spend the rest of his days as he had before George and Fred Weasleys’ accidental potion.

Instead of pursuing Hermione Granger, he would dedicate the rest of life to making the lives of the twins an eternal hell.

Thoughts of hexing the two responsible for his predicament brought a smile to his lips, which quickly fell as he stalked into the sitting room.

Enchanted candles floated in the air, illuminating the numerous books, which lined the walls of the room. Several books were strewn about in a methodical fashion over the table and settee.

There was no cause for alarm. His house elf must have been dusting and gotten distracted. Severus sniffed the air, imagining Hermione’s scent wafting in the air. Inspecting the volumes on the table, Severus noticed the gleaming metal of the locket. He picked it up and turned it over in his palm.

“Oh, hello, Professor Snape,” Hermione’s voice greeted him from the doorway to her chambers.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice venomous. Severus backed away, his eyes taking in her appearance. She no longer wore her shapeless work robes. In their place were tight Muggle jeans and an even tighter pink sweater, the likes of which looked as though it would pop open with the slightest flick of his wand. Her breasts strained against the material, begging for his touch.

“A contract is a contract, Professor,” she said, brushing past him and climbing up the ladder to replace a book.

The sway of her bum enticed him, and a swift memory of him molding that flesh flooded his crotch. With a growl and a swift flick of his wrist, he moved his robe over his erection. “What are you going on about, Miss Granger? I contracted you to break the curses on my locket. Yesterday, you said that were close to a breakthrough, did you not? I felt as though I could complete finish breaking the curses.”

Hermione climbed down the ladder and turned toward him, stooping over and gathering more books. “You signed a contract with Gringotts, not me. I can’t leave until my employer recalls me. I haven’t received a bat from Eglerns, informing me of any new assignments.”

He barely heard her words as he concentrated on her lovely hair. It was piled on her head, soft ringlets surrounding her neck and face. Lovely? Bloody hell! He needed to go to Knockturn Alley and get laid. He’d actually thought her bushing hair was lovely.

“Besides,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to his volatile state. “The locket is proving to be most difficult. I haven’t made any progress on it today.”

“What?” he questioned incredulously. “Weren’t you just saying last night that you had most of the curses broken?”

Hermione put the books away, carefully setting them in their proper places. Turning around, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Typical,” she scolded with a demure smile. “I told you I normally research before I start working. Do you ever listen?”

Severus pocketed the locket, his irritation growing. “I no longer require your services, Miss Granger. I will contact Eglerns tomorrow morning and cancel the contract.”

Her eyes widened and she licked her lips, quickly closing the distance between them. “Please don’t, sir,” she whispered shakily.

Taking a step back, Severus scowled. “I do not need –”

Hermione took a tentative step toward him. “Please,” she pleaded, placing her hand on his forearms. “This assignment means so much to me.”

Severus smirked. “I don’t see how this assignment differs from any other.”

“This is my first on-site assignment. If you cancel the contract, it’ll reflect poorly on my performance.” With each word, she took liberties, pressing her body against his. “Unless you’re unhappy with my performance, sir,” she whispered against his ear.

He clutched her upper arms viciously. “What do you think you’re doing, Miss Granger?” he hissed between clenched teeth and stared into the bottomless brown depths of her eyes.

Severus watched as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, thoughts of tearing their clothing off and taking what she so readily offered running roughshod over his honorable intentions.

“Making sure my performance measures up,” she purred, the moist heat of her breath caressing his ear.

He gasped as he felt her shift against him, brushing her body against his arousal.

She darted her tongue out and licked his ear lobe. “Something definitely measures up,” she murmured with a breathless chuckle.

Her scent. Her warmth. Her invitation. All were enticing. But the truth remained. She despised him. In the end she would only hate him.

What does it matter? a randy voice asked. Take what she offers.

She is under the influence of a potion, his logic argued as he relaxed his hold on her.

Licking along his jaw to his lips, Hermione groaned against them. “Has anyone ever told you that you have kissable lips.”

Ignoring the fact that her words sounded like dialogue out of a cheap romance novel, Severus pulled her against him and smashed his lips upon hers. There was no finesse or teasing as he lost himself to the need. She won control of the kiss, opening her mouth under his and pushing her tongue against his lips.

] Just a taste, he promised himself, his hands cupping her ass and pulling her even closer.

She moaned into his mouth and he sipped at the sound greedily. One of her hands had gotten free.

Bloody hell! was his last conscious thought as he felt her hand around his aching shaft. Instinct guided him from there as he thrust his hips against her palm.

She was truly talented. She’s managed to pull his robe up and snake her hand into his trousers without him being any wiser for it. Just her touch inflamed him. He was so close, the edge of release within his grasp.

Severus broke the kiss and tore at his robe. “Just a taste,” he murmured huskily and groaned as Miss Hermione Granger, former Head Girl of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardy, dropped to her knees, undid his trousers, and slurped his cock into her damp mouth as though she were starving for it.

Somehow he kept from collapsing as she twirled her talented tongue around the thick crown of his sex. The lust was beyond his control. The pleasure she bestowed upon him was tender and true.

A hiss between clenched teeth was one of the only two sounds. The other sound was music to his ears. Hermione was moaning and humming as if she were getting off on giving him head.

He clutched her head, undoing the tenuous hold of her hair and causing it to spill free. It resembled the woman before him – so wanton, so willing, so eagerly giving him the best blowjob he’d had in his entire existence.

Her hand cupped his heavy sacks, kneading the tender flesh, as she took him wholly into her mouth. He was lost. Any intentions he may have had took flight from his soul. He must have her. She was his. He would take her before the sun rose over the horizon.

With an anguished thrust, he grabbed a fistful of her curls and pumped into her face. He looked down and saw her adoring eyes looking up at him, and that was his undoing.

He came, giving himself to this woman, body and soul.

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