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Chapter 10 ~ Hermione’s Little Joke
Hermione made a quick round through the crowd, knowing Severus preferred quiet areas of the room. As everyone was getting pretty rowdy, there were few quiet areas left. She decided to check the rooms off the halls. She had got halfway down the corridor when she noticed the door to the library was closed and light coming from beneath it. The library door was always left open. She crept down to the door and placed her ear against it. She could hear music. Music?
Very carefully she twisted the handle, and slowly opened the door. She stuck her head around the corner. Severus was in there all right. He was sitting in an armchair with his back to the door, facing the fireplace. It looked like he was reading. A small wizarding wireless radio sat on the table next to the chair. It was playing classical music. Hermione smiled and pulled the door quietly closed.
Grinning, she hurried back to the mixer and located Sybil, who was almost in tears because she couldn’t find the Potions Master.
“Don’t cry Sybil, I found him. He’s waiting for you in the library, so you two can have some privacy,” Hermione said soothingly, patting the witch on her back as she guided her towards the room holding the unsuspecting Professor.
Sybil removed a hanky from her purse and wiped her eyes with it, then blew her nose loudly.
“Really?” she asked the smiling witch.
Hermione nodded enthusiastically. Sybil smiled.
“I think you should touch up your lips a bit, Sybil,” Hermione said, “You want to look nice for him.”
“Yes. Yes I do,” Sybil agreed. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and smeared it on. She did a decent job considering she was blasted.
“How’s that look?” she asked Hermione. It was good and thick.
“Perfect,” Hermione grinned at her.
The two witches approached the library door. Hermione turned the witch towards her.
“Now Sybil, go in quietly, ok? Let him be surprised. And have fun,” Hermione said.
Sybil opened the door a few inches and slipped in. Hermione quickly cast four wards on the door, then waited, listening. At first, she didn’t hear anything. Then there was a huge crash.
“Sybil! How did you find me?” roared the Professor.
“A little witch told me,” Sybil replied. Hermione covered her mouth.
“Now, Sybil…I’ve told you time and time again, I’m flattered but I’m just not interested,” Severus’ voice said reasonably. Silence followed then.
“Sybil. Sybil? What are you doing? Put that back on! Don’t…gods…don’t take that off!”
There was more crashing, then the handle on the door rattled furiously.
Hermione heard the Professor curse on the other side of the door…then
“Sybil…Sybil …you’re drunk…you don’t know what you’re…”
There was another crash, silence then more frantic rattling of the door.
“Gods damn it! Who the fuck warded the door?” came Severus’ angry voice. It was moving all over the room. Sybil wasn’t saying anything. Hermione presumed she was stalking him. She covered her mouth. Severus’ voice rose again.
“Sybil, I promised Albus I wouldn’t hex you anymore, but … if you do not cease immedia…don’t touch me there…immediately …stop it!…you’re going to force me to….hey!”
There was another crash and the sounds of a desperate struggle. Then some kissing noises and a rather hoarse male scream. Hermione was bouncing up and down hysterically, both hands over her mouth now.
Then she heard Severus say, “Stupefy!”
Everything went quiet.
Hermione fled,
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Hermione looked for Severus to return to the mixer, but he never did. Neither did Sybil. The mixer ended at about two o’clock. Hermione helped Kingsley and Tonks clean up, transfiguring her dress into sweats and a t-shirt, and her shoes into trainers. Then she dragged herself up the stairs, headed for bed. She was just about to open the door when suddenly she was grabbed and pressed tight against the wall. She tried to do a move to break the hold of her unseen attacker, but her arms were locked tightly above her head, and weight was pressing against her entire body. She could make out a shimmer.
“I bet you thought that was very funny, Hermione,” came Severus’ voice. He sounded angry. She realized it was the Potions Master who had her pinned to the wall. He was disillusioned. She tried to play dumb.
“What are you talking about, Severus?” she said innocently.
“Don’t lie to me. I know you sent Sybil into the library. She told me after I got some sober-up potion down her. You told her I wanted some privacy with her,” he snarled.
Hermione felt him press against her harder.
“It was just a joke, Severus, surely you can take a joke,” she responded. She was starting to heat up a bit. The Potions Master suddenly appeared. He was scowling down at her. He still didn’t let her go.
“I don’t do jokes,” he seethed.
“Well, I’m sorry,” Hermione said. The Professor backed off of her, but continued to hold her hands tightly above her head, and stood slanted to the side, in case she tried to knee him.
“Sorry? Do you have any idea what I went through in that room?” he said, shuddering.
Hermione wanted to laugh at the horrified look on his face. Good for him.
“Hermione…she stripped. Buck-naked. I had to watch that happen. I’m lucky to still have my sight,” he said, frowning down at her.
Now she really wanted to laugh.
“Then, she came after me. Chased me all around the library. I was backing away from her and tripped over the end table…and…and…she tackled me. Naked. Sybil. Naked. It was like wrestling a skeleton wrapped in nothing but skin,” he said, shuddering some more.
Hermione burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. Severus released one of her hands and quickly cast a silencing charm around them. He then released her. He stared down at her.
“Do you know what it’s like to have a kiss forced on you by someone you don’t particularly care for?” he asked her in a low voice.
“No,” Hermione lied. Severus blinked at her several times.
Then he kissed her.
Hermione struggled against him at first, but it was the golem all over again. The Potions Master felt her surrender to the kiss, and like the golem, deepened it. She tasted wonderful. Hot, soft, wet…he moved into Hermione, pressing his body against hers as he claimed her mouth with more and more passion. The witch was beginning to tremble, and he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her and pulled her body tight against him, sliding one hand into her hair and pressing her back into the wall. He was getting aroused, very aroused.
Hermione was completely on fire. There was an ache throbbing between her legs, though her mind was screaming no, no, her body wasn’t responding to it. It was only when she felt Severus push his erection against her that she was able to gasp out, “No! Let me go, Severus.”
The same as with the golem.
The Potions Master released her, setting her back on the floor, but stood close with his hands pressed to the wall on either side of her, trapping her between them. His black eyes were hard with lust, and he was breathing heavily as if controlling himself with effort.
“Hermione,” he panted, “That was not the response of someone being kissed by someone they didn’t particularly care for. That was the response of someone who wanted to be kissed.”
He licked his lips, his eyes fixed hungrily to hers.
“And the way your body is quaking, I dare say it is the response of someone who wants to be more than kissed,” he said. “Do you want me to do more than kiss you, Hermione?”
“No. I just want to go to bed,” she said in a small voice. She was still breathing heavily. Still trembling from his contact.
“My bed, or yours?” he asked her, still sounding barely in control.
“Mine,” she said, “Alone.”
“You really believe that’s what you want?” he asked her.
She nodded.
For a moment, it looked like the wizard wasn’t going to let her go.
“Kingsley was right. About everything,” the Potions Master said, dropping his arms.
“Kingsley? What did Kingsley say?” Hermione asked weakly.
The Potions Master didn’t want to get the Auror in hot water with Hermione, but he did want to startle her with the truth.
“He said I was attracted to you,” the Potions Master said quietly. “I think, Hermione, that instead of fighting you, I should be fucking you.”
Hermione felt a wash of heat drop between her legs.
“I’ve got to go to bed,” she said, pushing past him and rushing into her room, closing the door and locking it. Then she pressed her ear against it, listening.
The Potions Master stood there on the other side of the door. He could practically feel her on the other side of it. Feel her heat. He leaned close to the door, at the height he imagined her ear was.
“This isn’t over, Hermione. There can only be one end to this. I’m a wizard that doesn’t want much…but what I want, I get. And I want you.” he said. Then he turned and walked to his room.
Hermione heard him walk away. She had also heard what he said before he walked away. Hermione rolled until her back was against the door. Then she slowly slid down it, feeling utterly exhausted and completely aflame. Damn. Severus had put her on notice. He intended to have her.
What the fuck was she going to do now?
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A/N: Ooh la la. Well, it seemed that Hermione’s little joke ended up being the icebreaker. The heat is on…the heat is on. Severus is so freaking intense. She should just go to his room and do him. She knows she wants to. Sigh. But that would make the story end too quick. Anyhow, I love a horny, lurking Severus. He could do just about anything when he’s like that. Please review.
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