Sanguinem Maledicta

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Hermione's fingers caught hold of the hem of Snape's coat as her lips met his. She was certain he would shove her away at any moment. She made no move to break off the kiss. She pressed closer instead, moving her lips slowly, memorizing the feel of his mouth against hers.

He didn't move at all, he didn't jerk back or tear her hands off. He was shell shocked- frozen. She wasn't sure whether that was better or worse than being pushed away.

Hermione pressed her lips against his just a second longer and then slowly uncurled her fingers from his coat, wistfully drawing back, her apology already halfway out of her mouth.

As their lips parted, he shifted. One of his hands came up and held her underneath her jaw and he leaned towards her, suddenly deepening the kiss.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, her lips parting in surprise and Snape's tongue moved forward into her mouth, caressing her lips and sliding inside. His other hand slipped around her waist, capturing her and drawing her nearer.

When she felt him responding to her, she got spurred on and she was delighted to feel him against her. She was overwhelmed by his zest as she had to take a step back and he moved forward, pinning her to the wall. Hermione could not explain the feelings coursing through her and moaned loudly as their lips moved against each other. She grasped onto his coat, needing support to stand at the pleasure that was pulsating through her. His hand brushed up her shoulder to her throat, his thin fingers feeling along the curve of her neck, seeking out the flutter of her pulse and the dip near her ear. She couldn't think or move but let him work his magic that he was so wonderful at. Her whole body was burning with need for him.

Snape kissed in the same precise and meticulous manner with which he brewed potions. There was an exactitude in it that almost felt like a demand- but she could feel his intensity in the way he drew her closer and pushed himself against her, so they were flush against each other. His lips played against her mouth as though he were tasting her. He didn't grope her, his slender fingers skimmed lightly along the fabric of her clothes, trailing along the dips and rises of her body. When her top hitched up and his fingers caressed her bare skin, she felt tingles all over her body and she arched her body towards him, longing for his touch. The lightest, barest of touches sent her pulse racing dizzily.

This wasn't like kissing a boy.

Her entire brain was alight; she had never been so vividly aware of her body in such a context. This was bright- heady. Shimmering. A rush in her veins. Her chest was pounding. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to guess which part of her body his fingers might alight next. When his hand barely brushed over her breast, her entire body trembled. She felt her nipples harden as a shiver laced through her.

She was only dimly aware of the persistent pain in her arm because there was a pulse of excitement rushing through her veins. A pleasurable heat was coiling between her legs and every nerve in her body was attuned and waiting to feel him touch her. She reached up and grasped his collar, dipping her fingers between the buttons and drawing him closer still, not wanting him to stop- ever.

He pressed his body to hers and felt her chest panting frantically against his and it excited him more. It made it that much easier to continue, as her small cries and moans fueled him further and he kissed her senselessly. She gave a breathy whimper and her fingers tightened where they were gripping his clothes.

It was like being submerged by a wave; crashing and tumbling and weightless- he was air.

His fingers slid under her shirt, to her back along the length of her spine and she arched, gasping. Her bold fingers brushed against his neck and over the long, pale scars that peeped from underneath his lapels. Her hands reached up to touch his face- to touch him. The tips of her fingers just barely grazed his skin, tracing along the narrow arching bone of his cheek before gliding farther and tangling in his hair. She moved closer, her nose bumping against his, her breath quick and nervous, mingling with his heated respiration. His hair was fine, silken. She twisted her fingers in it.