A Night With Snape

The moon shone down upon the wet street, a few drops of raining coming down upon the head of Severus Snape. His travel cloak was bellowing behind him as he walked slowly along the street. He smelt strongly of whiskey, his breathing heavy as long exhales of his breath flew before him. Soon enough, Number Twelve Grimmauld place was in view.

Severus lowered his wand, muttering Nox to put the light out. As soon as he approached the door he pulled off his cloak and extended his arm to open the door when it flew open and Albus Dumbledore came into view.

“Glad to have you with us, Severus,” he smiled. A small flicker of light shone across his blue eyes and winked. “The rest of the Order has just arrived and dinner is about to start.”

He gave a curt nod and thrust his cloak out to Kreacher, who walked away slowly, mumbling under his breath.

The house was more crowded than he expected it to be. The rest of the Order, Potter, Granger, and all of the Weasleys were at the table waiting for the dinner to arrive, chattering obnoxiously. He ran a hand through his hair, which probably appeared greasier than it already looked naturally, due to the rain. Severus licked his lips and took a seat in-between Dumbledore and Lupin at the end of the table.

“Severus,” Lupin said, giving a slight nod and shifting in his seat. His hair was more gray than it usually was, pressed across his forehead and sticking up in different places. A long, somewhat deep cut was across his left cheek and he seemed to notice Severus staring at it. “Long night last night,” he heaved a sigh, but then smiled a bit. “But I’m okay… you well?”

He nodded, “Fine, thanks…” he said thickly. He averted his attention to the food that now appeared on the table and picked up a fork to begin the feast. He stopped when Dumbledore began to speak.

“Here is a toast, to all of you and the amount of effort you have given to this war. I thank all of you,” he rose his cup and took a drink after everyone had given their cheers. He looked over to Severus and smiled, “Looks as if you’ve already had a rough night yourself, Severus.”

“Obviously,” he said, taking a bite of his food. “This food doesn’t even remotely taste appetizing. Bloody house-elves,” he muttered, putting his fork down.

Dumbledore chuckled, “Picky, Severus. You never were the one to eat much at a feast. I assume you know we’re partnering up for rooms tonight?”

Severus jaw dropped, “What? Albus, you know perfectly well—”

Albus held up his hand, halting him. “I know you enjoy your privacy Severus, but most of the Order is going to be here tonight, leaving little room for what we may feel is comfortable. Harry and his company need a room as well, so you will be sharing quarters with Miss Granger. It is, of course, the safest option.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re must be bloody joking. I have business to do. You may have me dangling on your every whim to win this war Dumbledore, but I’m certainly not going to share a room with one of my students.” He gave an awful sneer at his last word. Severus glanced over to look at Hermione, who was arguing with the Weasley boy about her cat. Her hair was less curly than usual, hanging around her shoulders, thick and shiny.
“I’m afraid you have to, Severus. It cannot be avoided. Ah! Molly, can you get me another cup of brandy?” His attention had been taken away, and Severus knew this was made final.

The red-haired plump witched grinned broadly and Severus’ eye twitched. His entire hopes of getting a bit of rest tonight were ruined. At least she wasn’t too much of a pain. It could’ve been worse… he could’ve been stuck in the same room as all three of them.

“I suppose I’m going to head up early then,” he said, standing up rather quickly, hitting his plate and making it clank against the table. Without another word, he headed upstairs quickly.

As he headed up the stairs, he noticed the place was truly going to the dumps. The wall paper on the wall was peeling off miserably, and the paintings on the walls were extremely crooked. It was no better than his home on Spinner’s End, but the thought of the Blacks living here so long always sent a shiver down his spine. He met Kreacher at the top of the stairs, who seemed to be waiting for him.

“You will be in this room, Mr. Snape. To your left…” he bowed and held out his right arm, leading Severus into the right direction.

He said nothing but continued into the room, turning the door handle and entering quietly. It wasn’t too shabby; it was a rather large room. There was a bed to his left, and one across the room. The curtains were a faded shade of dark blue, dust covering most of it. There was a closet that was to the right in the back of the room and there were a few moving pictures and old news paper articles across the top. Next to it, a tattered door led to a small bathroom.

Severus decided the bed on the right was his, because a trunk similar to his was lying across the bed. He walked over and opened the trunk and realized this was not his. He stared down at it in confusion, and finally figured it out when the sound of the door opening distracted him. Turning to see who it was, a few strands of his hair covered his eyes and he moved them to see Hermione standing there. She shut the door and stared at him for a moment, looking puzzled.

“Evening Professor,” she said quietly… “Um, I believe those are my things. Your bed is over there,” she pointed to the other four-poster across the room.

He pursed his lips tightly before slamming the trunk shut and walking across the room. He slipped off his shoes and looked up to see Hermione still staring at him. Severus raised one eye brow. “Yes, Miss Granger?”

“Nothing, sir, I was just wondering… how did we end up in the same room? I mean, not that I’m complaining, I just thought you were sleeping across the hall.” She fidgeted, wringing her hands before letting them fall to her sides.

A look of disgust spread across his face before he began to speak. “I know you’re not delighted to have your Potions Professor in the same room as your self, but nor am I. I’d much rather be across the hall, if you’d like to know.”

Hermione’s lips parted slowly, looking offended. “I didn’t mean anything by it, sir—”

“It does not matter, you attend to your business, and I’ll attend to mine. It’s been a long day and I’d much rather be sleeping under a cupboard in the kitchens with the house-elves than be sharing a room with one of my mediocre students.” He sneered, taking a seat on his bed and adjusting his covers. They smelled slightly of dust. “Seems they don’t know how to clean either,” he muttered to himself.

Hermione huffed, taking a seat on her bed as well, removing her shoes and her socks. “If you don’t mind, I’m using the bathroom to change into my night clothes. So if you’d not interrupt—”

“I don’t know why you think I would,” he replied firmly.

She shut the door behind her and he sat there, anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t so much that he minded being around her, he just thought it was ridiculous he had to share a room with her. Of all days, he had to spend the night with her when he was not in the right state of mind. Before she had returned to the room, he quickly dressed in his own night clothes and adjusted himself underneath his covers.

The pillow beneath his head was extremely uncomfortable. He folded his hands across his chest and heaved a heavy sigh as he stared at the ceiling. Severus heard the door open, and peered over to see Hermione heading over to her side of the room. The pupils in his eyes dilated as his lips parted, showing extreme interest in what the girl was wearing. She wore a white silk shirt that matched the shorts she was wearing, holding her muggle attire in her arms. Hermione set her stuff in her trunk when she noticed black eyes watching her intently.

“Yes… Professor?” She asked slowly, giving him her full attention.

Severus sat upright on his right arm and leaned over to look at her. “Whatever has possessed you to wear such a thing in front of a man who is old enough to be your father?” he snapped.

Hermione’s face wrinkled up into a look of disgust. “Well, I’m sorry sir but—”

“You just want to look good, don’t you? Well I don’t think now is quite the time to be looking your best Miss Granger, considering—”

She cut him off, becoming bolder. “You’re being ridiculous. Since you and I have to share this room together, we can at least be civil. You do what you like, and I shall do the same.”

“Repulsive, with your… muggle ways,” He scoffed, throwing off his blankets and turning to his side to stare at the wall.

Before Severus knew it, he felt a hand turn him back to face the other direction, and he was staring up at her with a look of horror and surprise on his worn face.
“You want to insult my background do you? Something I couldn’t possibly control? You’d think someone of your age would be more mature but...” she looked upset, and turned her back to him. She couldn’t bear to look in his eyes. “I guess not. No need to discuss what you’re wearing, is there?” She turned back to look at his black shirt and trousers, which were faded from being worn so much.

“How dare you—” he stood up to face her but she continued to stand her ground. She no longer cared what happened if she stood up to him.

“You’re evil, you know that? Downright evil, and a coward at that… You find pleasure in teasing someone because of the blood that runs in their family’s veins? I’m sorry I can’t be like you, a so called ‘worthy’ pure-blood whose family is wizards from the very start. I’m sorry you think I’m disgusting, mediocre, and untalented because I’m a Mudblood,” she said, tears running from her eyes now.

So many feelings and emotions were running through Severus that he couldn’t even find the words to say at first. “Who do you think you are, calling ME a coward? And evil at that? You are an ignorant little girl; you don’t even know the start of it! You are oblivious to how often I put my life on the line for you and your little friends.”

“Your life, on the line for us? You constantly do nothing but torture Harry, and never give me the slightest bit of attention in your class…” she stopped, and blushed. She had said that the wrong way. She wiped a hand across her eyes and sniffled.

Severus remained silent. He clenched his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white, and didn’t release until a sharp pain went up his arms. “Well Miss Granger, constantly bickering with me definitely won’t improve your chances.”

Hermione remained silent. She stared at him until he returned her gaze, and her eyes moved to a different direction. “There was no way to improve from the start,” she looked back up at him and sniffed again. She began to turn away from him when Severus found himself reaching out to gently touch her arm.

“Wait,” he said more softly than he’d meant to. A puzzled look spread across his face, as well as hers, as they stared into each other eyes. He quickly removed his hand from her and folded his arms, clearing his throat.

“Yes?” she asked, the remnants of her tears falling from her face.

He said nothing, but continued to examine her. Something inside of him fluttered as stared into the depths of her brown eyes, which blinked gently every so often, fluttering her long, beautiful lashes. He stepped closer to her and seemed concentrated. Severus reached out a hand to touch her face, licked his lips and tilted his head into the crook of her neck and whispered into her ear, “Forgive me.”

A shiver went down Hermione’s spine as his smooth, velvety voice whispered into her ear. She opened her mouth to say something, but was at a loss for words as he pulled away slowly to continue looking into her eyes. Something sparkled beneath those dark eyes of his. “I… Sir, I don’t…” she couldn’t find the words to say. “I don’t understand.”

“Perhaps this will help?” Severus drew his wand from the counter next to his table and waved it, dimming the lights, and the door locked with a small click. He set it back down to where it was before and cautiously leaned into her face again, wrapping his left arm around her waist and cupping her cheek with his right, caressing it lightly. He pulled her close to him and she smiled a little, wrapping both of her arms around his waist timidly.

Shifting a bit to let her know it was okay to touch him, he slowly, very slowly, kissed her neck and she let out a small gasp. He raised his head, placing his lips only half an inch away from her own, and their noses touching.

Hermione suddenly jerked away, raising her hands to her face and looking extremely worried. “Professor, this isn’t right, not at all. I don’t understand what is going on, I really don’t.”

“Shh,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward again. “It’s alright…come.”
He lay on his bed, bringing her down with him, and crawled on top of her, straddling her down. Severus leaned over and kissed her lips slowly, closing his eyes. She seemed to enjoy this, because her tongue pressed against his lips, begging for access. The sensation of his touch was overwhelming and she could not deny anything he may have wanted. He complied, letting his tongue mingle with hers as he pressed his body down against her.

Severus pulled away to look down at her, his arms on each side of her head, holding himself up. “I think this should make up for the attention you deserve,” he said quietly, leaning back in to kiss her hungrily, his hands now running down her curves, and landed upon her inner thigh. He felt her jerk ever so slightly, and continued to move to the side of her stomach, gently tugging at her shorts. She placed her hand on his and helped him slowly pull them down to reveal her panties.

Hermione moved to his neck and began placing soft, wet kisses and sucking gently. One of Severus hands was placed on her breast, rubbing it softly, and the other was beginning to slip beneath to her warmth. His hand slowly grazed over her neatly shaven curves, and he slipped his thumb down into her and began massaging her clit in a circular motion.

She let out a gasp of delight as she pulled off his top as well as her own. After doing this she arched her back and allowed him to pull down her panties as he continued to please her. Her eyes narrowed to look and him, his eyes full of lust as he entered one of his fingers inside of her.

“Professor,” she moaned, her hips rocking rhythmically to his touch.

The sound of her moaning his title of profession made his blood rush south. He began to bulge roughly into the side of her leg and decided it was the time to move onto the next step. He removed his hand from her and placed it on her side as he began to undo his trousers. He slipped them off, only leaving his boxers. Severus leaned over to place another kiss on her lips as he fumbled to remove her bra. He moved down and began sucking on her nipple, biting it gently.

As he did this, Hermione took him by surprise by touching his groin, which sent an electric shock through his body, and he stopped what he was doing. He immediately began to pull his boxers down, revealing his manhood.

Her eyes widened in shock, “Oh my…” and before she could finish, he kissed her roughly, arousing her even more. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head, grinding himself against her. Severus kissed her neck and whispered, “Are you ready?”

She nodded, and before she knew it, he trusted himself into her quickly, making her cry out in pain and ecstasy. “Professor!” she cried, clawing at his sides.

Severus grunted, removing himself and moving back inside, thrusting all the way down into her. She was tight, and he figured she was still a virgin. But it didn’t matter now. The pleasure he was feeling was indescribable as she continued moaning.

They continued like this for several minutes, before he bent his head down into her neck and nuzzled her, their hands still clasped together above her head. “Hermione…” he moaned, his dick throbbing inside of her as their bodies rubbed together, sweating profusely. He felt his climax begin to creep up on him as he slowly quickened the pace, still moaning her name into her ear. “Hermione… Merlin, please… Hermione, I’m—I’m sorry,” he said, in a tone of voice she had never heard before.

A pang of sympathy hit her heart and she began to cry, and they moved together as one. They hit their orgasms together and moaned loudly, and he exploded inside of her, shaking uncontrollably.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and rolled over to face her. Severus wrapped his arm around her waist and got lost in her beautiful brown eyes again. They were full of tears and he leaned in to kiss them away. “You’re beautiful, love,” he said quietly, kissing the tip of her nose.

Hermione smiled and kissed his lips, wrapping her arm around him. “You’re a totally different man than I thought you were. Bittersweet, you are, sir…”

“Call me Severus for now,” he said, smiling.

She chuckled, “Until what… we go back to Hogwarts? Then I have to call you Professor again, right?”

He shook his head, “Call me Severus until the next time we may do this, then you can call me Professor again. It’s really rather arousing.”

They laughed together and he pulled her into an embrace. All was well.