The Lioness, the Wizard, and the Wardrobe

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that you recognize. It is just the wonderful world of Harry Potter created by JK Rowling.

A/N: Here is a short little one chapter PWP fanfic that would not die in my head, so I had to just write it out. Also, I have not written in my four other fanfics (Where the Heart is, Doubts and Desires, Pursuing a Flower, and I\'ll Forget You) yet, which I\'m sorry for being so slow with them lately, but with school all,all, I\'ve had little time to devote to them. I plan to start working on them this next week though. Oh, if you would like to know how I\'m doing on them and when updates might be as well as my normal general life, you can check it out in my deadjournal at http://www.deadjournal.com/users/snapesdream/


The Lioness, the Wizard, and the Wardrobe


“Your turn, Ron,” Harry stated.

“Er…let’s see,” Ron said hesitantly as he looked from Harry to Neville to Ginny to Hermione. “Okay, Ginny. Truth or dare?”

Ginny shifted her legs under her. She knew better than to mention truth, knowing that Ron would want to know who she was either dating or crushing on. “Dare.”

“Er…I dare you to…kiss Harry.” Ron had been trying to get those two together for a while, especially since he trusted Harry with his little sister. Well, he trusted him more than the other guys she had dated.

Ginny rolled her eyes and moved over to Harry. She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Hey!” Ron protested.

She smirked. “Yu didn’t say where I had to kiss him.” She then looked around. “Hermione, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Hermione answered quickly.

Ginny grinned, knowing exactly what she was going to ask. “Who are you currently crushing on?”

She groaned. She should have never originally told Ginny whom she liked, especially since Ginny had been trying to get her to tell the rest of them. “I’m changing to dare.”

Ginny sighed, looking rather disappointed at first. “Fine.” She considered it for a moment and smirked, giving Hermione a devious look. “I dare you to sneak down to the dungeons, get into Snape’s quarters, and to see whether or not the clothing he has is only black.”

Great, Hermione thought sarcastically. “Fine. I’ll do it.” She stood up, straightening her skirt. She looked directly at Harry. “Can I borrow your invisibility cloak?”

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Ginny spoke before him. “No invisibility cloak.” She noticed that Hermione was going to protest. “Hermione, you are a brilliant witch. I’m sure you can figure it out. Unless, of course, you want to go back and do the truth.”

Hermione sighed. She did not want to do the truth. “Okay, okay. I’m going. I’ll be back in a little bit.” With another sigh, she left the Gryffindor Common Room. She was glad that she was the Head Girl, especially since it was almost after hours. No one would question her being out of the common room.
Her footsteps slightly echoed through the empty hallways as she walked down to the dungeons. If she remembered correctly, Professor Snape had hall duty tonight. She stopped briefly, thinking about the sound she was making. It would certainly give herself away, if Snape was anywhere around. She bent over and took off her shoes. Holding them in one hand, she walked silently through the halls and down the staircase that led to the dungeons, stepping over the trick step. Pausing briefly, she listened for a moment. Complete silence. Good, she thought as she walked over to his office. This was not the first time she had broken into his office, since she had taken those potions supplies for the Polyjuice potion in her second year.

After trying a few complex unlocking charms, she managed to unlock the door. Quietly, she pushed the door open enough to enter and closed it back. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could swear that it could be heard. She knew that she would be in so much trouble, if she were caught. Taking a deep breath, she realized that she couldn’t be caught.

She paused, realizing that she didn’t know where the door to his quarters was. Perhaps she should have thought this out better. Too late now, she figured as she entered into his private lab. There had to be a door somewhere. She gazed around the room, looking along the walls. “If I were Snape, where would I put the door,” she said softly to herself. The massive bookshelf appeared to be a likely place perhaps, especially since it covered from floor to a couple of inches from the ceiling. She glanced along the bookshelf, running her hands along it. After a few minutes, she still had not figured out anything. She lightly leaned her hand against the stone wall and almost lost her balance when the stone pushed in and the bookcase swung open, revealing the entrance. She smirked to herself and entered quickly, hearing the door shut behind her.

She blinked as the lights automatically came on. She was not expecting his quarters to look so nice. She was in his living room. A dark green and light cream Persian rug covered most of the area. There was a black leather couch, a mahogany wood coffee table and two leather chairs in the same black leather as the couch. There was another bookcase, which to her surprise held a variety of books, including those by Muggle authors. A small fire was lit in the fireplace, warming the room and casting flickering shadows along the walls. “Wow,” she breathed as she went from the living room into another room.

If she were impressed by the living room, she was completely amazed by the bedroom. A king-sized bed stood up against one wall. There was a dark velvet green comforter was on the four-post dark wood bed. A desk and chair were on one side that had several pieces of parchment on it. Her eyes fell on the elaborately carved wardrobe that was the height of the room. She smiled, realizing how close her goal was to completing this dare. Quickly, she walked over and sat her shoes on the floor. She then opened the wardrobe and began to move the clothes around that were in there. Black. They were all black. Interesting, she thought.

A door slammed, and she completely froze. Damn! She glanced around, feeling a sense of panic rise through her. He was here. She heard the footsteps rapidly closing in on the bedroom. Quickly, she pushed some of the clothes on the hangers aside and entered the wardrobe, closing the door of the wardrobe just as she heard the bedroom door open. Oh, no! She had forgotten her shoes, which were just outside her hiding place. She backed up against the wardrobe, thinking certainly that she would be discovered. Suddenly, she lost her balance and felt like she was falling backwards.

“Ow,” she complained softly as she opened her eyes. She blinked, wondering where in the world she was. The wardrobe was no longer there. She stood up, brushing off the dirt from her skirt. This place had such a magical feel about as she gazed around.

It was beautiful. There was hardly any other word to describe it. She walked on the soft grass toward the small bridge across the babbling brook. A giant willow tree was at the edge of this stream and had a small bench underneath it. Lightly, she touched one of the branches and sighed. It was so peaceful here. Crossing the bridge, she continued to walk down a path that led into an area with trees on each side. These trees were spaced apart enough to allow beams of light along the path. She was completely overwhelmed, not expecting to find this place at all.

There was something off about it though, and she could not quite put her finger on it at first. She paused along the path and looked around. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. There were no animals or insects around. The only sound she could hear was her own breathing and the sound of the water. Despite the original beauty of the area, she shivered as she suddenly felt like the place was growing colder and darker. She picked up her pace along the path and stopped again when she felt something cold and wet splatter against her cheek. She looked up and jumped when she saw the flash of lightning and heard the clap of thunder. She turned around as the rain drops fell harder, trying to find some place for shelter. She saw none and jumped again at another loud clap of thunder. In the next streak of lightning, she saw the movement of a shadow through the trees. “Who’s there?” she called out timidly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” a cold male voice called out. “This place was not for you.”

She turned around, trying to spot who was here. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be. I just fell through the wardrobe. If you tell me the way out, I’ll leave.” She was shivering slightly, partly from fear and partly from the cold rain upon her skin. Her white school blouse was clinging to her body as well as her skirt. Her lacy bra was detailed under the blouse, and her nipples were hard and pressing against the material from the cold rain.

The man watched her and licked his lips. He had ined ned her here many times. Oh, Hermione Granger was a brilliant witch, after all. Plus, she had a unique beauty that she did not quite realize. His eyes narrowed though on her as he moved silently and quickly like a shadow. His fingertips lightly brushed against her damp hair as he passed behind her and quickly darted behind another tree. He noticed that she shivered and quickly turned around to see who was there, although she missed him again. “Why did you come to the wardrobe?”
“I…I…well, it was a dare. I was dared to come. It was better than telling a truth,” she admitted as she cringed when she heard another clap of thunder.

He moved again to another tree before responding. “What was the truth that you did not want to tell?” He was curious what could have been so bad that she would rather come down here and face his wrath.

“It was about who I liked…who I was crushing on.”

He quietly came up behind her. He was curious, and he figured that he knew the answer. “Was it Potter? Or Weasley?” he sneered, not caring if she found him now.

It dawned on her who was here. She could sense him behind her. “No, it was you. Only you, Professor Snape.”

Severus was completely surprised by her answer. He reached up and turned her around to face him while holding onto her arms. “What are you playing at, silly girl?” he asked harshly.

Hermione raised her eyes to meet his black ones. She was shivering. How could she possibly explain? Perhaps it seemed silly to have this crush on him, although she wasn’t sure it was just a simple crush. She had liked him since the middle of her sixth year. A boom of thunder resounded through the little wooded area. “I’m not playing, Professor.” She kept her gaze upon him. She didn’t know why she suddenly wanted to be so bold, but she reached up and brushed away a piece of hair that was clinging to his face.

He closed his eyes for a few brief seconds as he felt her hand brush against his cheek. She had entered into his special place that he found solace from the harshness of the day, a place that he had come to during his childhood, especially during the times when his father was on a rampage. She was not supposed to be here though, despite the fact that he had imagined these moments. “You’re not real,” he said softly with a sigh. It had to be all in his mind. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He wanted to prove that she was not real. He tightened his grasp and leaned down, forcibly kissing her.

She gasped softly as his lips were on hers. She felt a surge of warmth rush over her as her lips began to move, kissing him back and deepening the kiss.

He suddenly pulled away from her and took a couple of steps backwards. He had felt her kiss him back with as much hunger as he had. He just stared at her, breathing rather hard.

“I’m quite real,” she said softly. Maybe it was this magical world that she had fallen into, but she was not going to let the moment pass her by. She walked toward him, like a lioness stalking her prey. “And, I want you.” Her eyes were fiery as she held onto his robes and kissed him again, pressing her body hard against his.

His arms slowly and firmly wrapped around her as he deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed against her lips, which opened obediently for him. He wanted her as well, which was clearly evident as the bulge in his pants was growing and pressing against her.

She shifted, realizing that he was aroused and wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her hands began to go over his chest as she slowly began to undo all of the buttons. After a few minutes, she had managed to get to his chest and ran her hands over it, pleasantly surprised to find him lean and muscular. She moaned into his mouth as she pulled off his black overcoat and black shirt.

His hands wandered to her face and down the side of her body. He gently cupped his hands around her breasts, feeling them swell underneath the fabric of her blouse. With a renewed urgency, his long fingers quickly ran over the buttons of her blouse, undoing them and tossing the fabric aside, leaving her in just her lacy bra on top. His dark eyes flickered over her body as he took off her bra. “So beautiful,” he whispered as a flash of lightning went around them.

She suddenly felt weak in the knees and grabbed onto him, pulling him gently down to the wet grass. She barely acknowledged the rumble of thunder that sounded in the distance. “I want you,” she stated again in a low, lust-filled voice. Her hands ran down his upper torso and to his pants, where she was beginning to undo the buttons there.

He smirked as he was pulled on top of her. He began to kiss and suck on the side of her neck as his hands ran down and took off her skirt, leaving her in her knee-high white socks and panties. His fingers went to the sides of her panties, fingering the delicate fabric. Suddenly, he ripped them off of her and brushed his hand against the mound of curly, damp hair.

Her eyes widened as he ripped off her underwear, but she could only moan a response when she felt his hand on her. Her hips bucked shamelessly toward his hand. Getting his pants undone, she began to pull them down urgently. She longed to see him. This is what she had wanted for almost a year now, after all.

He moved off of her slightly as he felt her trying to pull his pants down. As his eyes ran over her body, he pulled off his pants and boxers as his cock was fully erect. He noticed that she was staring blatantly at it, and he chuckled lowly. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. She had never seen anyone so big. Her eyes raked over his body, loving how the water ran over it from the rain that was letting up slowly. Her hand reached up, letting her fingers brush over his cock, which jumped excitedly toward her. She smirked and brought her legs up around his waist, pulling him toward her.

He chuckled again at her eagerness. “Not yet, pet,” he stated in a silky voice. He wanted to make this last. Slowly, he kissed, licked, and sucked at her skin, tasting the mixture of the water and her own saltiness. He paused at each breast, sucking on her nipples, which were already completely erect. His own erection brushed against her inner thigh, and she moaned and squirmed underneath him. He moved down, running his tongue from her cleavage down to her mid-section. His hands lightly kneaded at her soft flesh and then grasped firmly on her hips to keep her still. She spread her legs open for him as his face went down, kissing her sex lips and running his tongue over them. He breathed in her musky scent and inserted his tongue between the folds. Her hips bucked toward him, and he held them firmly as he began to tease the area around her erect clit, occasionally flicking his tongue at it.

She moaned and squirmed as he continued to tease and pleasure her. Her hands clasped in his damp hair, lightly closing and opening her fingers along with the rhythm he was giving her. He ran his tongue in and out of her and growled. The vibrations sent a shiver of pleasure up her spin and her orgasm came. He lapped up the juices that rushed from her orgasm. Slowly, he kissed and licked back up her body, pausing briefly at her breasts before completing the journey as he captured her mouth in a deep kiss, allowing her to be able to taste herself on his lips. He positioned himself at her opening and slipped inside her. Smiling at the gasp that she made against his lips, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her.

Her hips arched up to meet each thrust as she got comfortable with their rhythm. Her hands ran along his upper torso. Her eyes met his dark ones, and she smiled, loving the passion clearly in them. From the heat they were generating, the cool droplets of rain steamed against their skin. She loved how his skin glistened from the flashes of lightning around them. He picked up his pace and thrust deeper in her as his hands went under her knees to pull her even closer. She was so hot and silky against his cock. Her legs went around, wrapping just under his buttocks. Lightly, she racked her nails against his back. “Oh, gods, Severus!” she called out, using his first name for the first time.

“Hermione,” he silkily stated as if he were saying an incantation. He felt her nails against his flesh and increased his rhythm. The only sounds were the distant thunder, their primal grunts and moans, and their bodies meeting. He pushed himself even deeper inside of her and felt her inside constrict around his cock as a powerful orgasm overcame her. He heard her screaming his name. “SEVERUS!” He couldn’t’ take in any longer. His hot seed spurted out inside of her filling her as he continued his thrusts to get it all out.

They finished their lovemaking, and he collapsed lightly on her before rolling off and pulling her with him. The rain had stopped after a few minutes. He held her, lightly kissing her face and lips. The warmth of this magical place dried them off, including the clothes that were strewn along the forest path. They stayed like this for who knows how long, until their eyes met again. They both had instant understanding that what happened in this place stayed here.

Silently, they both stood up and dressed again. Neither one of them said a word as he led her back through the path and to the wardrobe. He allowed her to exit first and stepped out behind her. She put on her shoes and looked at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he lightly placed a finger over it. Their eyes met again. She nodded and took his hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze before turning away from him and leaving.

The sound of her shoes echoed hollowly through the halls as she made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room. The portrait opened after she whispered the password.

“Where have you been? We were worried,” Harry said, causing her to visibly jump.

She had completely forgotten about the dare. “It took a while.” A slight blush rose to her cheeks. “Black. All black.”

“What?” Ginny said as she opened her eyes from where she had fallen asleep against Harry. It dawned upon her what she meant. “Oh, okay.”

“Well, I’m going to go to bed.” She nodded to them, noticing that Ron and Neville were beginning to wake up as well. She then went on up to her room, glad that the Head Girl got her own room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she kicked off her shoes. Her hand reached into her pocket, pulling out her torn panties. A grin fell upon her face. Yes, his clothes may be black, but she knew what lay underneath them as well. After all, they would always have what was beyond the wardrobe.


A/N: Please review. :)