Something Much Darker II

The sequel to Something Much Darker. As yet unfinished.

All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this.

I have taken certain liberties with Hogwarts rules in both these stories.

Thanks to my reviewer JW for pointing out my mistake in Hermione's age.



A beautiful photo manipulation that my friend Ami Bowen made for these stories.
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It had been two weeks since Severus Snape’s night with Hermione. The night she had drugged him with an aphrodisiac, the night she had gifted him with her virginity. Since that time they had had no chance to be alone for any length of time. Stolen moments in the hallway, quick passionate kisses after class. In desperation he had even given her a detention in the hope of having some time alone with her, but that interfering McGonagall had over-ridden him, insisting that she needed to discuss Hermione’s career choices or some such nonsense.

McGonagall! Though she hadn’t said anything, Snape knew that she somehow suspected that he was involved in Hermione’s being out of the dorm that night. Hermione had been missed early that morning; McGonagall and Dumbledore had searched for her and of course came up empty. So McGonagall had simply waited in Hermione’s room. To her questions, Hermione stubbornly maintained that she had been sad about the breakup between her and Weasley and was walking the grounds. McGonagall had seemed to accept her story, but since then had been keeping an annoyingly close eye on Snape’s woman.

For that was how he thought of her, as his woman. No matter that she was still a student. If not for the war she would have graduated already. But since the school had been closed nearly a year, many of the students were a year behind where they should be. So, Hermione at 19 was over the age of consent. Technically she could choose whether or not to have a relationship with a teacher. Realistically, however, it was more complicated. If it became common knowledge, parents would be outraged, other teachers would lose respect for him, and Hermione would be the butt of either hostility or ridicule by the other students. Snape didn’t care at all for the opinion of parents or of other teachers, but he did want to spare Hermione pain. Though she insisted she did not care, Snape was firm. They would keep their relationship secret until she graduated, which would be in six months.

However, in the meantime, he was suffering as he hadn’t suffered since he was a teenager. “Blue balls”, at his age! His libido, long repressed, was now fully awake and raging. He constantly thought about both nights he had spent with Hermione. When he had her in class he was hard the moment he looked at her. Over and over in his dreams he licked her dripping wet sex, plunged into her tight passage, heard her moans and cries of pleasure and delight. Once he had woken up with his seed still wet on his belly, something else that hadn’t happened since he was a teenager.

He was bad tempered with everyone, not just students. His fellow faculty members came in for their share of abuse as well. Victims of his verbal attacks looked at him with a mixture of puzzlement or anger, but they wisely did not respond. All except Dumbledore, who regarded him with the same patience as he always had, and McGonagall, who gave him a look of suspicion that made him want to wring her wrinkled neck.

But McGonagall’s suspicions notwithstanding, he had to have some time alone with his Hermione. His prick wasn’t the only part of him that needed her. His entire body ached to hold her to him, his heart ached to feel her affection, caring, and desire for him again. There just had to be a way…