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Chapter 5 ~ The Room of Requirement
“Tonks is just crazy,” muttered Hermione as she pulled on her flannel pajama bottoms. She had just taken her shower and was headed for bed. Grimmauld Place only had one bathroom located off the second-floor hallway. The witch put on her top and buttoned it, gathered up her things and headed for her room.
“Kingsley doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Severus said as he climbed the stairs to the second floor, heading for his room. After six firewhiskeys he doubted he’d be wandering headquarters tonight. He’d sleep well. He turned down the hallway with a billow of robes.
The Professor and Hermione saw each other at the same moment. Both of them stopped. Severus’ eyes swept over her flannel pajamas. They didn’t look anything like what a young woman should be wearing to bed. A young boy perhaps, but not a young woman. He started walking toward her.
Hermione paused when she saw the Potions Master appear from the stairwell. She scowled as he stopped and looked at her. Then he started walking toward her. She imagined he was on his way to bed. She started walking too. The Potions Master stopped about ten feet away from her.
“Nice nightwear,” he sneered, looking her up and down.
“It’s probably more comfortable than anything you wear to bed,” Hermione retorted, scowling at him.
“I highly doubt that, Hermione. I sleep naked,” Severus replied.
Hermione turned bright, bright red.
“Whatever,” she said, and rushed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Severus looked after her for a moment. A long moment. Then he walked to his room.
“Kingsley is crazy,” he muttered as he let himself in the door. He walked into the room and immediately divestoed his clothing. He climbed into bed, and lay there, scowling at the ceiling.
Imagine. Kingsley suggesting that he wanted to fuck such an irritating tart as Hermione Granger. Preposterous. Impossible.
So why hadn’t his erection gone down? What was he even doing with an erection? The only time he usually got one was when he woke up in the morning, and that was because he usually had to take a piss.
It was Kingsley fault. He brought up the subject of women and orgasms. It had the normal effect such topics had on any red-blooded wizard. That was it. A titillating topic was the cause of his inflation, NOT Hermione Granger.
How dare the Auror suggest that he taunted the woman because her physical reaction simulated orgasm? Kingsley was really reaching with that “substitution” idea. He didn’t care to know what Hermione looked like when she orgasmed.
Suddenly the Professor found himself helplessly imagining what the witch might look like in the throes of climax. It was quite an erotic image. Horrified, Severus pushed it from his mind, turned over and tried to go to sleep, his erection pushing uncomfortably against his belly.
Damn Kingsley.
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Hermione slammed the door to her room and quickly got into bed, shaken by her reaction to the Potions Master telling her he slept naked. She had blushed from head to toe. She couldn’t remember the last time she blushed about anything. This was horrible. She was NOT attracted to Severus Snape. The fact that he chose to sleep naked had absolutely nothing to do with her. Who cared if he slept naked? She didn’t, that’s for sure.
And his comment about her nightclothes. What right did he have to say anything about what she slept in? Well, that was typical Severus. He couldn’t pass her by without saying something snarky. She should have expected it. But the bad thing about this was, when she saw him coming, she wasn’t prepared as she usually was. She felt apprehensive and out of sorts. Tonks had thrown her off her game with her insinuations.
What disturbed Hermione the most about Tonks’ claim was as wild as Tonks was, she generally was very perceptive about what she saw going on around her and caught the gist of situations quite quickly. Hermione had come to respect her opinions and observations. But this? Being attracted to Severus Snape? The Auror had to be wrong, she just had to be.
She turned over in her bed, scowling.
Yes, they argued. But that didn’t mean that there was some other reason for it than the man was simply infuriating.
Naked. He sleeps naked.
Hermione sat up in the bed and shaking her head as if she could physically shake the thought of a naked Severus out of her mind. Damn, Tonks. She had put this…this ludicrous idea in her head and now she couldn’t get rid of it.
What was she going to do?
She knew. She’d go down to the ROR and fight with the Severus golem. That ought to get her right. Hermione hopped out the bed and began to dress.
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Despite imbibing six firewhiskeys, Severus found he could not sleep. The alcohol was making him feel slightly nauseous now, so he went to his portable potions store and drank a vial of sober-up potion. He felt immediately better, but now he couldn’t sleep. Oh well, back to prowling the hallways.
The Potions Master rolled out of bed, pulled on his silk boxers and put his robes on over them. He opened his door and heard another door opening and pulled back slightly. He peeked out. He saw Hermione dressed in her workout clothing stealthily heading down the stairs. After a moment, he placed a disillusionment spell on himself and quietly followed her. He’d find out what she was up to in that room. He silently padded down the stairs and quickly caught up to her. Suddenly, Hermione paused and looked back, suspiciously. Severus pressed into a shadow. A disillusionment charm was not total invisibility. It merely bent light around a wizard. There was a telltale shimmer that could be observed if focused on.
Satisfied she wasn’t being followed, Hermione continued to the cellar door, opened it and entered, quickly running down the stairs. Severus caught the door before it closed, slipped in and followed her. She was a quick little thing. Severus had to gather up his robes as he ran to keep up. They were billowing too much and slowing him down.
He followed her through the first padded training room to blank wall where the door to the ROR was hidden. Hermione made a number of passes over the wall, and a thin vertical line appeared, that widened to an ornate wooden door. Hermione pushed the door open and Severus caught that too, and sidled in.
The Potions Master looked around. The ROR had created a forest clearing. There was a large open area that was mostly dirt. There were a few rocks and a sparse spattering of tough grasses that had survived the trampling. Surrounding the clearing was a forest. He dipped behind a tree and watched as the witch entered the center of the clearing.
“Come on out! I know you’re waiting for me!” Hermione yelled, scowling.
Severus watched as a tall shadow moved in the forest, it was moving from tree to tree. Hermione started backing up. A golem stepped out into the clearing. Severus did a double take. It was an exact replica of him! The Potions Master watched amazed as the golem strode into the clearing, its black eyes leveled at the witch at the other end. It stopped and stood there, staring at Hermione, challenge in its body language.
Suddenly, they both charged each other and began to battle furiously, throwing kicks and blows. Severus noticed with some satisfaction that his golem was winning, connecting with the witch time and time again, finally knocking her to the ground with a hard right cross. Severus winced. It had been a hard blow, much harder than what he thought the witch could take. The Severus golem backed up a few feet and smirked at her, crossing its arms. Surprisingly, the witch got up off the ground, wiped her nose and took up a defensive stance. She was going to keep fighting, even though it was obvious the golem was more skilled than she was.
Severus shook his head. Hermione certainly was tough. So this was what she was doing. Coming down to the ROR to battle his golem a few nights a week. The Potions Master realized his taunting must really get to the witch for her to go to this extreme to get some satisfaction. He wondered if her purpose was to learn how to defeat the golem so she could challenge him to a fight. The golem was really quite skilled, and did many moves he himself would do. Of course the ROR could generate a golem that imitated him. He used the room quite a bit. It had familiarized itself with his technique in order to generate suitable training golems for him to battle. Most likely it drew on that to create a golem for Hermione.
Severus watched as the two combatants clashed again, this time in close proximity, their bodies straining against each other. Hermione managed to throw the taller golem over her back. She danced back, a broad smile on her dirty face as the golem slowly got up off the ground and brushed itself off. Suddenly, it charged Hermione, catching her offguard and taking her straight down. It was lying on top of her, holding her down by the wrists, her arms extended over her head. Severus couldn’t help but feel a bit of a throb as he watched his double hold the witch down in such a compromising position. Hermione was bucking her body up, trying to throw the golem off. The visual effect was quite…stimulating. The Potions Master’s eyes narrowed.
Suddenly, the golem lowered its head and kissed her.
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A/N: Wow! Now isn’t THAT something for the Potions Master to see. Woohoo! Bet Hermione’s shocked to shit. Lol. Please review.
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