Still The One

A/N: 
A few notes before we begin.  It's completely writen. You are about to start a completed story of approx 26 chapters and the first in a series... Not all about Hermione and Severus, but about their circle. The chapters will be posted every few days or so, but I just realized there was something buggy with the chapters - words missing and such, not categorized, lost in the list, so I deleted them and will be reposting.


And for the warnings – this is *not* a completely cannon story. I don’t believe we can have a completely cannon Hermione as when we left her she was a young pre-teen. Severus’s character is cannon to a point, but again – this story spans almost 8 years from the last book to the current time and things have changed. Add in the fact that we’ve never actually seen Severus’s private life… Anyway – please enjoy!

Oh yeah – I was serious about the NC-17. It starts here… in about 2 pages – but not what you think.

Anti-litigation charm: Not mine, no money, all JKR
 

Chapter 1 – That Didn’t Just Happen

Severus scowled at the letter lying on his desk. Looking back, maybe opening a letter from Dumbledore during class wasn’t such a great idea since the man had a warped sense of humour to be sure, and whenever he said “I’ve got great news for you old boy!” it usually meant, “I’ve made plans which will tick you off, but you’ll do it and act like you love doing it.”

“Shelov, 10 points from Gryffindor for incompetence. You should know not to stir this potion counter clockwise, unless you want to loose your fingers.” Severus wondered briefly if Gryffindor was required to have one hopeless potions student per year.

Rereading the short letter, Severus groaned.

Severus,

Due to the influx of children after the war, I have selected an additional potions teacher to assist you. Tonight I will introduce Ms. Hermione Granger as the new first and second years Potions teacher. She will also be making herself available to help with your research, if you have need of such assistance; please have the spare quarters next to your emptied of your things, as she will be living there to better help you.

Albus

Bloody… Now he had to move fifteen years worth of boxes and books from his personal storage area simply so a know-it-all could move in and start telling him what an awful job he’d been doing. It was true that he needed help teaching, but not from her, anybody but her.


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Hermione sat next to Severus at the table in the Great Hall swirling her mashed potatoes around her plate with a fork. He hadn’t even glanced at her when Dumbledore had made the announcement. He hadn’t said a thing to her, and it was disappointing, because she had wanted to at least have a good working relationship with this man. Only he seemed to think she wasn’t even worth a word. How were they going to work together?

Severus interrupted her thoughts, “Professor Granger, we will meet at 8:30 in my office to discuss your classes and duties.” And without waiting for her to confirm she could be there at the appointed time, he stood and walked out of the hall.

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Damn her. She looked nothing like the girl he remembered. She was taller now more graceful than the awkward teen he once knew. He remembered her to be a chatty know-it-all, but during dinner, she had kept her counsel to herself and not bothered him with questions better left until he had his course work in front of him. He also didn’t remember those curves which had caught his attention as she walked in the hall, greeted students, and smiled at other professors. She had leaned over to pick up something, which a student had dropped, and he’d felt a stirring in his loin as she presented him with a tantalizing view of her backside.

Some of the seventh years had noticed too, and one in particular named Kalet - a known hound dog. Without a second’s hesitation, Kalet stood up and put his hand around her arm, helping her upright. A dashing smile and a wink at some unheard comment, and Hermione was laughing along with that latter day Romeo. Damn her. And him.

He couldn’t think of a thing to say to her during dinner, so he tried to ignore her until a sharp glance from Dumbledore reminded him that he did have to work with her. After issuing his order to meet him at 8:30, he stood up and left before she could bait him into a conversation. Better not to get chatty with Miss Granger, or rather, Professor Granger now. They had always mixed like oil and water. Well, not always. There was one time when she’d looked at him with something other than hate in her eyes shortly before her graduation.


~*~*~*~*~*~


Hermione sighed as the hot water surrounded her. This was much better. She could feel the stress of the day leaking out and being replaced with a relaxing sleepiness. With over an hour before their meeting, Hermione leaned her head against the back of her tub and started to doze contentedly until a loud slam brought her back to full wakefulness. Looking around, she heard it again coming from next door. She could hear Severus moving things in his rooms. One would think stone walls would dampen all sound, but apparently not. Getting out of the tub, Hermione wrapped herself in her oversized muggle bathrobe and walked into her bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Hermione grabbed the lotion from her box marked “personal items” and started smoothing the cold liquid down her legs. It felt good to be back at Hogwarts. In fact, it felt good to be this close to Severus. Oh, he didn’t look at her like men looked at women, more he looked through her, but she looked at him. Oh yes, did she look at him. Since seventh year, she’d looked at his hands and his face and thought about how skilled they were and wondered repeatedly if they would be as skilled when touching her. In fact, during the final exam, she’d nearly caused her cauldron to explode because of her fantasies about Professor Snape.

Her lotion covered fingers massaged ever upwards, on a slow journey, which Hermione often took when thinking about Severus. He would often use his tongue to say hurtful things to her and her friends, but the sound of his velvety voice would always arouse her. And then she would wonder how it would feel to have him whisper in her ear - would his sharp tongue turn soft and lick her? Or would it bite down and make her moan?

Regardless of what it would do, just thinking about it always made her ache between her legs. She moved her fingers up to the inside of her thigh as she lay back on the bed. Slowly cupping herself and pressing the palm of her hand over her clit, she started grinding her hips slightly, before inserting a finger deftly between the wet folds of skin. Snaking her free hand up her belly, she untied her robe before traveling up to her breast, massaging and rubbing until a low moan filled her bedchamber. Rocking her hips quickly now, she added another finger and rubbed her thumb over her clit.

Would Severus do this? Would he kiss her breast? Or would be nibble on it? At this thought she pinched ever so slightly, causing a deep loud groan to issue from her throat. With practiced ease, she moved her free hand between her legs and started rubbing over her nub furiously, desperate for release.

Tossing her head to the side, she let out a primal yell as her orgasm finally took hold and began to wash through her body. “Ohh yes.” ‘Severus,’ she thought. Whenever she thought of him, her orgasms came with wild abandon.

With her hands still resting between her legs, Hermione laughed softly at how insane her desire for him was. He was….

*slam*

…Standing in her doorway with his wand drawn looking around her office space with furious murder in his eyes.


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Severus had been moving boxes around in his bedroom when he’d first heard it. It sounded like a groan. He stopped, wondering where the sound was coming from. Oh yes. Her room. Damn her. What was she doing anyway? Trying to lift her huge boxes of books like a muggle or something? But then, the noises grew louder and more passionate. Damn her! It wasn’t enough she was invading his space, but she was… She apparently had seduced someone into her bed on her first night! Running through the list of men at Hogwarts had taken only a second and each one was crossed off as too old, too married, or too gay. Which left only… Damn Her!! She’d seduced a student! And he could hear her orgasm quickly approaching. Well, he thought, I might be able to get my storage room back after I catch her and her... partner; Dumbledore will have to let her go.

Without thinking further, Severus pulled his wand and nearly yelled “Alohomora” and the door slammed open. Stalking inside, he looked at her office, already unpacked and everything tidied away. But they weren’t in here, so he barged into the bedroom only to find her sitting against her headboard with her robe clutched around her body.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” She demanded.

“Where is he?” Severus growled and started to look under her bed.

“Where is who?”

“I will not play this game. Where is he?” Severus asked in a frighteningly calm voice.

“’He’ isn’t anywhere. There is no he. Why would you think there was a ‘he’?” Hermione’s face was showed her confusion clearly. “What are you talking about Severus? I was... I…” A red flush stole over her cheeks.

Ahh guilt. Her cheeks were red because of guilt. Leaning part way across the bed he inhaled deeply and said, “Hermione, I can smell the sex on this bed and you look as guilty,” and sexy and desirable his mind filled in for him, “as hell. So I ask again. Where is he?”


~*~*~*~*~*~


“He... there is no … I wasn’t. I mean I was... but not…” Hermione stumbled. “You’re not. I didn’t.” Deep breath. “You’ve got this all wrong…”

“The hell I have. Get dressed. I’m calling Dumbledore down and you will be packing to leave within ten minutes. Sleeping with a student! How could you?” Severus snarled at her.

Oh god no! He thought she was sleeping with a student. This was awful. Standing up, but keeping a careful hold of her robe, Hermione reached over to grab Severus by the arm.

“Okay… I -” She stopped. This was going to be too embarrassing. Five minutes before she’d been masturbating to thoughts of this man and now she had to tell him. Well, not the part about him starring in her wicked little fantasy, but about... oh dear.

“I was alone.” She whispered, looking down at the rough stone floor. “All alone. I didn’t know anybody could hear me.”

Severus snorted disbelievingly, his rage not stopping to allow him to process this conversation. “Oh yes. You were all alone having sex …”

“I wasn’t having sex. I was…” she trailed off in a mumble.

“Speak up girl! What were you doing?” He almost yelled at her.

Fury welled up in Hermione. It was one thing to be badgered as a student in his class, but to get the same treatment here, in her own rooms was too much. She was an adult. An adult whose privacy had just been unbelievably violated. Pay back.

Leaning up, she whispered in his ear, “I was thinking about somebody and touching myself. I was thinking about them doing wicked things to my body while I brought myself to a most complete orgasm. Would you like to watch next time to prove I was indeed alone?” The erotic question just seemed to pour off tongue without thought.

Severus gasped and backed up. She was teasing him, he knew, but her words burned through his body with the intensity of a three-alarm fire.

“That will hardly be necessary. I... Good evening.” And with that he stalked out the door.


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Her bravado drained away quickly, leaving her shaking. This was no way to start a working relationship. But that’s not what you really want is it? Her mind taunted her. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to see him smile, throw you on the bed, and tell you your fingers wouldn’t be needed when you next came. Which was true, but she’d thought for weeks about how she was going to capture his attention. She was going to be a dedicated co-worker who only spoke to him in respectful tones and be a good companion, and then she was going to slowly work up to maybe a working dinner, in which they would discuss class plans. She was going to win his heart by first winning his mind. Of course, after winning both mind and heart, she fully planned on claiming his body.

A sigh broke the silence of her room as she walked numbly to her wardrobe. Picking out her most comfortable muggle jeans and a shirt she slipped them on. They were old and worn, but they were favorites and she needed the loose comfort if she was going to finish unpacking the bedroom.

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