Mischief Managed

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this poor little plot, everything else belongs to JKR. If you are disturbed by sexually explicit scenes please pass this up. Thanks. :)

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'Tonight is the night,' thought Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as she strode purposely toward the Potions store closet. She smiled mischievously to herself as she remembered that Harry had been threatened by Professor Snape when he had been accused of stealing ingredients for Polyjuice Potion.

“What do you think he was threatened with?” Hermione laughed to herself. “Veritaserum!” She practically squeed aloud at the thought.

Hermione pulled out the Marauder’s Map and smiled. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” she said and tapped the map with her wand. “Now, now Severus, where are you? Ah! There you are!” She saw that he was getting closer to the Potions store closet and tapped the door with her wand in the manner that she had once spied Snape doing, and whispered the charm to unward the door. With this the door easily opened to allow her entrance. She folded the Marauder’s Map and placed it in the inside pocket of her robes.

While waiting for Professor Snape’s arrival, for she knew without a doubt that he could not resist checking his stock inventory, she took interest in some of the ingredients and potions.

“Where does he find all of this?” She asked herself while examining a phial of liquid Moonlillian tail. “I must put some research into this. It is fascinating!”

She heard heavy footsteps approaching and smiled. The door swung open, startling Hermione so much that the phial slid from her grasp and shattered on the floor. The ominous figure of Severus Snape stood before her. For a moment, she forgot what it was that she had been planning for months.

“Miss Granger!” He boomed. “I suppose you know the hour it is, and that you are trespassing on my personal premises! Now, would you care to enlighten me on why you are in my personal stock closest?”

Hermione was sure it was not a question. “Well…I…”

“You were stealing ingredients, no doubt, for some inadequate, illegal potion you are working on!” He answered for her.

“Really, I-“

“Enough!” He stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He then pulled a small phial from his robes. “I am sure you know what this is, Miss Granger,” he spoke softly. A little too softly for her taste, it unnerved her.

“Veritaserum, sir.” She answered him. Nerves don’t fail me now!

“Why yes, so it is. And I plan to use it to see why exactly you are stealing valuable ingredients.”

“Sir, I will gladly take it, but I daresay you do not wish to know what I am thinking.”

“Oh, but I do wish to know, Miss Granger.” With that he moved even closer and tilted her chin back. Tipping the phial of Veritaserum over her mouth he let only one drop fall. So far everything was according to Hermione’s plan. She fought the urge to smile.

“Now Miss Granger, what are you doing in my private stores in the middle of the night?” Snape questioned.

“I came here with intentions, sir, not to steal your ingredients or potions,” she answered.

“And those intentions are to do what?”

“To seduce you, Severus.”

A gasp merely escaped his lips. Had she really said that? She had even used his given name of all things.

“Ten points from Gryffindor. What are your intentions here tonight?”

“To shag you senseless! And I have mind to believe that you want me to!” She exclaimed.

“And why would I want that?” He asked, still trying to recover himself. It was not often that Severus Snape was at a loss for words, or even shocked, but tonight he was.

“Because you are so angry all of the time and you need a little excitement in your life. I am of age, and I am somewhat experienced. I think you are the sexiest man I know, if you must know!” She replied.

He could not help but wonder where exactly she had received such experience. And suddenly, all his senses were lost to him. Standing before him (though he loathed to admit it) was a beautiful woman, not girl, who was willing to share herself with him. It was not often that Severus Snape was welcomed into a woman’s embrace, and here was Hermione Granger, his eighteen year old student, of all people who should be willing to be with him, ready to throw herself at him. Oh, he felt so wrong, but loving her would definitely feel right.

She smiled up at him as she slid her robes off her shoulders into a pile on the floor, Moonlillian tail forgotten, wand and map forgotten, everything forgotten but the man she had fantasized about for months standing in front of her. He was not being his usual snarky self, but real, and raw.

Severus was sure his mouth was agape and fought to close it. His senses were strangely failing him, and somehow he did not care. He knew somewhere deep down that he should care about what he was contemplating doing. Hermione was his pupil, placed in his care. He should dare not abuse his authority. 'Oh, but she is willing!' He exclaimed inwardly. He watched intently as her robes slid sensuously from her shoulders. 'Does this come naturally for her?' Now Severus thought he was anything but sexy, but she apparently thought he was. He knew it not to be a lie for the Veritaserum had yet to wear off.

“Severus,” she whispered and moved closer.

His throat suddenly felt dry and he was near powerless to stop her. If she touched him he felt that he would lose all sense of control.

“Miss Granger, I must ask—no order you to stop,” he said with as much anger as he could muster. But they both knew that he was anything but angry.

“Yes, it is your duty to make me stop, but I am not going to. You and I both want this,” with her last sentence she placed both arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.

He groaned aloud and Hermione giggled. He was right in thinking that if she touched him he would lose all control he once contained. She looked up into his eyes and licked her lips. What was it about this girl that made him so weak? His arms snaked themselves around her waist and pulled her even closer.

“I hope you realize what you have gotten yourself into, Hermione,” he smirked.

“Only what I have been dreaming of for months,” she smiled.

Once again he was taken aback and left speechless, but who really needed words at such moments? At that moment he did something that he had not done in years. He ever so slowly leaned closer to her, giving her every opportunity to pull away, but she did not. Hermione smiled inwardly, pleased with how well her plan was working. She leaned in to meet him.

Their lips met softly at first. It seemed sparks had erupted from their lips. Hermione parted her lips to encourage him, and he eagerly explored her mouth with his. Hermione moaned. This was certainly different from any kiss she had ever experience before. She dared to deepen the kiss and began exploring his mouth. Neither could fathom what they were doing. If they were caught—

Severus suddenly broke the kiss. Hermione was panting and her chest heaved. He could help but notice her black bra through her thin white shirt, and how they buttons seemed ready to burst and free her from the shirt’s confines.

With this thought he turned back to the door. For a moment Hermione was disappointed. 'Where have I gone wrong?' But she then realized that he was only warding the door. He turned quickly toward her and smiled—a genuine smile.

“Do what ever you wish, Severus. I have no fear of you. I already realize that you are not a nice man, and that you are a Death Eater. Personally, that makes you all the more alluring to me. I expect nothing but this one night, but if you desire it, I will gladly share more nights with you.”

“You have taken the words from my mouth, Hermione,” he spoke gently. “But who can say what the future holds?”

Hermione was not sure how she should take his last comment, but she moved forward to him. Taking both his hands in hers, she kissed each of them and placed them on her chest. Severus groaned inwardly, it had been so long since he had touched a woman in this manner.

Looking him in the eyes the entire time, she unbuttoned her shirt and slid it from her. Severus bit his lip to contain what little self-control might remain. Hermione sighed as he traced the top of her breasts. Bravely she reached up to remove his robes.

“Hermione, do what you wish,” he whispered. “Do not be scared that I will stop you. I will not.”

She smiled as his robes slid to the floor. Slowly she began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Why not use your wand?” He suggested.

“I like it better this way,” she answered. “The torture and anticipation of taking it slow.”

“Only you could think of such things,” he laughed somewhat.

When she had successfully exposed his chest she was amazed to find that his pale chest was chiseled to the smallest detail. His stomach was flat and well toned; his arms were the right size and looked to be very strong. He ran his hands down her slender arms to her flat belly. He had an inkling that she would be just as pale as he, but discovered that she was more olive toned. She winced as her playfully ran his hands up her sides.

“Someone is ticklish,” he smiled.

Hermione giggled in response. When his hands reached her skirt, he swiftly unzipped it to let it slide to the floor with their other discarded garments. Kicking her skirt to the side, he knelt to her chest and traced her breasts with his tongue. Hermione gasped sharply. Severus glanced up and smiled at her. Hermione bent down and placed herself in his lap, her legs encircling his waist. While kissing her he removed her bra and threw it across the room. The warm skin-to-skin contact was enough to drive them both wild. He removed his lips from hers to admire her body. She was slim, maybe too slim, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were far from small. He grinned mischievously at her and bent his head to take her in his mouth. She gasped again and her breathing became more ragged. Her back arched, and she clung to him as he licked in circles, nibbling, and slightly sucking. He loved the response that he was receiving from her. He ran his hands down her slender back and squeezed her bottom, lifting her closer to him. Sliding his fingers under her thong he pulled it down a little and maneuvered her to remove them, all the while working from her lips, to her neck, and to her breasts and back again.

Hermione was sure she couldn’t take anymore, but that was before he gently plunged two fingers into her center. “Severus!” She exclaimed. He laughed softly and looked into her eyes. He could see her need for him as well as she could see his need for her. His thumb stroked her clitoris and Hermione thought it couldn’t get any better than this. She could feel her body heat rising, and started bucking her hips against his hand. She was soon met with her release. Coming back to earth, she collapsed against him.

“Wow!” She whispered and nipped at his ear and kissed his neck.

“That’s nothing, my love,” he replied. Hermione was too dumbstruck to realize what he had said.

She stood up and pulled him with her. He spread out his robes and faced her again. Hermione playfully ran a finger under the top of his pants and knelt to kiss his lower abdomen. Severus shivered under her kiss. She was obviously enjoying making him crazy for her. Working her way to his zipper she undid it and pulled his trousers from him. Left only in his boxers he felt somewhat self conscious. And where did our shoes disappear to? She must have used her wand at some point. Though neither clearly remembered doing anything of the sort, all thoughts of shoes left his mind when he realized his boxers were gone and he was standing before Hermione naked. She grinned as she slowly took him into her mouth. He groaned loudly, his hands automatically twisting through her hair. She teased him, twirling her tongue around him and groping him.

“Hermione…I need you,” he whispered hoarsely after a few minutes of her play.

He knelt down with her and laid her back atop his robes. He barely processed the thought that with her hair sprawled out about her that she looked like an angel.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want this?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, absolutely,” she smiled in answer.

“Good, so am I,” he replied.

He placed himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in to her. She grimaced a little. At his strange look she said, “You are bigger than what I have had before.” He couldn’t help but smile at her words and told her that he would try and remain gentle. It took her a minute or so to become accustomed to the feeling of him inside her, but as soon as she did she told him to continue. Before she knew what was happening, she was meeting him thrust for thrust and was moving closer to the edge. The warmth emanated between them and Hermione felt that there would be more than just this night. He was on the edge with her, and they soon fell from it and lost all control.

“Hermione,” he moaned into her hair. “Look into my eyes.”

She acquiesced his request and found that it was an unbelievable feeling. Returning to earth he collapsed on top of her.

“Hermione,” he mumbled almost incoherently.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I want more than just this night,” he told her.

“Then you’ll have as many nights as you wish,” she beamed up at him.

“I refuse to use you, Hermione, if we are to continue this, it may lead to more than just sex.”

“What do you mean?” She was confused.

“I mean a future, with a real relationship between us,” he answered.

Hermione was now completely dumbfounded. She had not expected him to say such things, but they were wholly welcomed. “Thank you, Severus.”

He only smiled in response.

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That night when Hermione returned to the common room Harry and Ron were sitting by the window playing Wizard’s chess.

“Why are you two up so late?” She questioned.

“We may ask you the same question,” Ron said suspiciously.

“I was doing my Head rounds and stopped by the library,” she said partly in truth and held up her book.

“No wonder you look so dreamy, ‘Mione. Is it a new one?” Harry asked.

“It was in the restricted section. It’s a book on Moonlillian’s.”

“Moonlillians?” Ron’s nose scrunched up. “Never heard of them.”

“Neither have I. That is why I have the book. Good night, boys,” she hugged each of them and headed up to her solitary room.

“’Arry, was it just me or did she smell like men’s cologne?” Ron questioned.

“Yeah, maybe she has gotten herself a bloke,” Harry shrugged.

Ron grumbled and sneered as his piece shattered Harry’s.

Meanwhile in Hermione’s room she was finding out some interesting facts about Moonlillian tail most particularly in the liquid form.

“When in liquid formation Moonlillian tail is most commonly used as a sedative with qualities not unlike Veritaserum,” she read aloud.

'So it was not just my plan, or his apparent lack of self-control. It was the potions acting for us—the Moonlillian allowed him to open himself up to me, and not push me away. That explains his apparent quickness to give in!' Hermione was beyond pleased.

'My plan has been completed. Mischief managed…'


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So yes, I did have a reason for both of them being very OOC...and this is fiction, I can have them OOC if I wish. :) Please R&R!