Dreams

There was something about the way Snape handled his potions ingredients, Hermione mused. Although the man seemed most bitter both inside and out of the classroom, the concentration and devotion he gave to his potions was something unrivaled by any other.

The problem that Severus seemed to have with human interaction was the lack of logic involved, thought Hermione. Somehow, everyone’s personalities did not exist in perfect proportions and committing people to a recipe could not bring Snape satisfaction. He was truly a master, just not in communication.

He was also private, devoted only to his one mistress- potions making… and strong and handsome…

And thus, Hermione Granger fell into a daydream of breaking through the barrier of Severus Snape.

“Severus,” she said, “I’m in love with you… will you love me too?”

His eyes flashed in passion and without a word, he brushed his lips against Hermione’s, teasing her. He ran his fingertips in butterfly-light touches up and down her arms. She softly sighed his name, in a relieved surrender, the sexual tension palpable, similar to a finely tuned string.

He pushed her into a wall, and she felt his toned muscles underneath his black robes. She felt his erection pressing into her, grinding inexorably. She lifted her hips, wanting more contact.

“Miss Granger,” he whispered behind her, where she was making her potion. “Perhaps it would not be wise to think thoughts one would not want known when they are so available to anyone inquiring.”

She was shaken, did he read into her thoughts? He didn’t look into her eyes…

“The inquiries are most welcome, Professor Snape,” she said, looking down. What must he think of her? She respected this man, but if he knows her thoughts, so be it- she would not apologize for what she wanted.

“Well Ms. Granger, I’d have to tell you to consider what you are suggesting before being impulsive in your decisions.”

“I know what—“

“Ms. Granger, if you have anything to discuss with me, you may stay after class to do so.”

Ah, he was testing her courage. Would she really go through with it? What would she even say, she wondered.

After receiving puzzled looks from Ron and Harry, who missed most of her interaction with Snape because of a heated quidditch debate, Hermione hesitantly approached Snape’s table where he was shuffling through papers.

“Professor Snape?”

“Yes, Ms. Granger, what do you want?”

“I just want you to know… if you would like an extra hand with making the hospital wing inventory… or anything else, really, I’d be interested.”

“And what makes you think that you are qualified to make these potions, or that I would even chose you to work with me in close proximity?” he asked, sneering slightly.

Oh no, he’s getting defensive again, Hermione thought, and out of nervousness, she said something that took him completely aback. “I’m just suggesting, I’d do anything for you…” she gasped at her audacious confession. “I mean… I’m open to learning new things… and.. and…” she looked at him as his one eyebrow slowly traveled higher and higher.

“I see. I shall keep your suggestion in mind… Hermione,” he said his eyes glinting, almost mischievously. Hermione thought she even saw a slight smirk starting. She looked into his eyes, captivated, and then shook herself out of her daze.

“Thank you, Professor,” she said, and hurried out of the classroom, thinking upon the significance of him using her name. Was he mocking her? Or was it something else… She stopped for a moment, looking like she wanted to say something else and gazing back at him. But she quickly changed her mind, and walked out of the classroom.

After the door closed behind her, Snape dropped his head into his hands, thinking, gods, what has this world come to? Let Hermione remain pure, she doesn’t known what she’s asking for, she doesn’t know who he is.

Hermione went through the rest of her day distracted and thinking of Snape. How could she possibly get to know him when he insisted on creating a barrier between himself and the rest of the world?

When she finally came into her room, she was very thankful that she lived in separated quarters because of her head girl status. Hermione trembled. Her need for that man- for acknowledgment, for passion, for her name to be uttered from his mouth again was beyond words. And recklessly, imagining that her hand belonged to him, she ran it down her body, touching herself first gently, then firmer.

Snape would be firm, she thought. He would want control. The thought almost made her moan. She would be helpless and would surrender herself to that man without a second thought.

She thought of him restraining her, of being punished by his firm hand, and felt herself growing wet and more aroused. Thrusting two fingers into herself and imagining being restrained, Hermione came, panting Snape’s name. She idly touched herself gently after that, imagining Severus would want to comfort her with a soft touch.

Hermione drifted off to sleep after her orgasm, and Snape captivated her dreams…

She was in a long stone corridor, darkness surrounding her and a strange draft that made her feel lucid and awake. At the end of the corridor, she heard someone moving. Walking closer, she saw Snape, standing at the corridor, looking slightly lost and out of his element.

Hermione walked closer and he looked startled. “Ms. Granger? Indeed, this is a new development….”He looked thoughtful for a moment..

She took his hand, saying “You look lost, but I’ve been here before. Walk with me, dear Severus.”

She loved knowing that she had him to herself right now, although he looked confused at the moment. She stroked his hand, eventually asking him, “Kiss me?”

He looked hesitant for a second, the lowered his lips onto hers, deepening the kiss as she fell onto his body, abandoning herself completely. She wanted him to take her and possess her and whispered it so in his ear.

So he took her arms and held them. above her, growling “you’re mine, Hermione. Only mine.”

Only yours… she thought wistfully, only yours…

He unbuttoned the top buttons of her school uniform with care at first, until he grew impatient and ripped the white fabric off. Hermione was wearing nothing underneath and Snape lowered his head, licking down her neck and to her nipples.

He gently nibbled and swirled his tongue on each one while she gasped and writhed within his restraining hold. His left hand traveled up her thighs, burrowing between them to her wet folds.

As he stroked her, Snape kissed Hermione with one of his possessing moments once again and she gasped slightly as she reached her peak, bucking against his hand.

“I need you and you’ll never know it,” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione awoke with a lazy disposition, stretching herself out on her bed and trying to remember her dream. She stood up and looked in the mirror, thinking, you’re his. Shaking her head, she tried to tell herself once again it was a dream, although such a realistic dream at that.

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