Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Hermione X Snape

(Rated R)

She was cold and hungry. They had been on the run for so long with nothing to show for it. In no way were they any closer to finding the missing pieces to the complicated puzzle Dumbledore had left them. The leaves crunched underfoot and she looked around into the dark night, her breath hung in the cold air as she pondered what lay beyond the darkness.

She felt someone caress the carefully crafted wards she had put up all around the small camp site and she waited to see if it was Ronald that had returned to them. She could hear slight sounds, soft footsteps but no matter how hard she tried, she could not see where they were coming from. They seem to be all around her at once and she wondered slightly if she had finally gone mad from lack of sleep and food. Then she felt it, the soft caress of long robes against the side of her leg.

"Who's there?"

There was no answer but she could feel the hot breath on her skin.

"Are you afraid?"

She stepped back, her back against a large tree that stood at the base of their camp. Its large trunk and long limbs painted the area with dancing shadows in the light of the full moon. She felt the warm breath caress her face and move to hover over the shell of her ear. Pressed against her was the warm body of a man. The voice itself belonged to someone she had heard speak for the last six years: the traitor, the murderer, the man that haunted her adolescent dreams, Severus Snape.

"No," she answered, her voice calm. She could hear a small snicker escape his mouth but could see nothing but a dark shadow move before her eyes. The magic that kept him hidden shifted slightly and she could see the dark outline of his form as he moved closer to her, trapping her between his lean body and the rough bark of the old tree. Steadying herself and taking a deep breath she waited to hear what he would say.

"Your body tells me otherwise Hermione, I am a death eater, you should be afraid."

She had never heard the man say her name, it was as if he had never even known what it was, the sound of it reverberated in her taut muscles and she felt her knees weaken slightly. Closing her eyes hard against the night she took a moment to savor the sound and smell of this man that had occupied so many of her errant thoughts. He smelled of coffee and cigarettes and she loved the way it caressed her senses.

"Why are you here?" She tried to sound calm but her voice faltered. Had she given herself away while at school? Did he know how she had wished for this moment?

His movements halted but he did not pull away from her, his finger had wrapped around an escaped curl and he tugged on it hard. A hiss escaped her mouth and she bit her lip hard to keep from moaning. He seemed to take forever to answer her, she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against hers and the tight hardness pressed against her thighs.

"Because I am already condemned to hell, why not add to the sentence."

He could not mean what she thought he did and she held her breath as he leaned in closer to her ear.

"Are you afraid now, Hermione?"

"You don't mean that. You can't possibly mean to harm me?"

Placing a hand on either side of her face and grinding himself further into her, her legs opening as if on instinct, he chuckled slightly as she inhaled sharply.

"Does that feel like I want to harm you Hermione? For a know-it-all it seems you don't know much."

There was that deep ache between her legs again. She had felt it so many times when she first discovered what it meant to really desire someone. Warmth flooded her knickers and she feared he would smell her arousal. It was wrong, so wrong to feel like this, especially about him. No one, not Ron, not even Viktor had made her feel like this. She moved slightly against him, needing the purchase, something anything to dull that ache.