Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 6 part B: Snape's Turn

Hermione carefully added the last ingredient to the infatuation potion, as Snape had taken to calling it.

It had taken a few days of constant nagging before he finally consented to take the potion. But only on Friday after dinner, and only after they were locked in his rooms, Hermione being the only one who could let them out.

The fact that she'd been lusting after him before she'd taken the potion disturbed her greatly. Until she gave it some thought. He was older, talented, and she loved working with him. They made a great team within the Order, why not outside as well?

She'd already known that she cared about him. She even considered him a friend. When she thought about it that way, the idea of taking it to the next level didn't seem as strange.

Hermione poured the newly brewed potion into a bottle, and double-checked her notes. It was the exact same ingredients and amount as the one she had taken a few nights past.

Satisfied, she corked the bottle, and felt her stomach clench in nervousness.

Her plan had been to get Snape to take the potion, and see if he had any real feelings for her. She'd been unable to try and slip it to him, which was too unethical. So, she had to convince him to take it willingly. And yes, that had been as hard as it sounded.

The first time she'd asked, he'd laughed in her face. But she had been determined. And after bugging him almost non-stop for two days, he'd finally given in.

Of course he'd wanted to know why it was so important he take it. She had just vaguely told him that she needed a man to test it just to make sure the results were the same. She did not tell him that she had already tested it on a couple of guys, or of the conclusions she had come to from those tests.

By tomorrow, she'd know whether he returned her feelings or not.

At that point, she'd tell him the whole truth, and they'd go from there.

The door opened, and Snape walked in. His eyes caught sight of her and he glared. This whole thing was so annoying to him. He planned on starting on a new potions research project tonight, but not even the possibility of helping him with it had been able to dissuade her from this ridiculous idea.

After the whole incident with her taking the potion, things had become a little awkward between the two of them. Perhaps seeing him under the influence of the potion would put them back on equal ground. He still couldn't believe he was going to do this. At least it would only be her that would see him.

A tiny voice very deep inside his heart whispered, "Maybe she'll let you kiss her again."

He felt a pang at that. In his life, he hadn't received many kisses, hugs, or even touches. She'd hugged him twice since they had started working together. They'd been quick, and she'd barely registered that they'd even happened. But he had savored that contact. And he couldn't help but hope that he might get more contact, tonight.

He scowled and motioned for her to follow him.

He had her set the wards at both entrances to his private rooms, so that only she could remove them.

When he was satisfied that they would hold, he held his hand out for the potion.

Hermione handed it over, trying to keep her facial features impassive.

He paused before drinking it.

"You'll have to put up with me for six hours like this," he said, echoing her words from a few days prior.

"I think I can manage," she said, smirking.

Giving one last annoyed sigh, he downed the whole bottle.

Hermione watched him curiously.

After a few minutes, he started staring at her, looking her up and down.

She blushed, and moved away.

He followed, still not saying anything.

Finally, she looked back at him.

"Professor, is it working?" she asked in a whisper.

"The potion? Of course it's working. As if you could ever brew a potion that didn't work," he murmured silkily as he playfully tugged at one of her curls.

Hermione swallowed and stepped away from him.

"Is it hot in here to you?" she asked, summoning a glass of ice water with her wand.

"I'm always hot when you're around," he whispered, walking up to stand behind her.

Hermione froze as he lifted her mane of heavy hair and blew on the back of her neck.

He chuckled when she shivered, and took the glass from her hand.

The analytical part of her brain suddenly woke up. He was definitely being affected by the potion, but very different from the way that she had been. She had been unable to think about anything but sex the whole time she was under. She'd been desperate, and had acted that way. If Snape was desperate, she couldn't tell.

Her mind went quiet again as he pulled off her robe and tossed it across the room. She was now standing before him in a black sleeveless shift.

"Are you still hot?"

She could feel the vibrations of his voice deep in her stomach.

Hermione nodded, and then jumped as she felt an ice cube on her neck.

He moved the cube all around her neck, before letting it slip into her cleavage.

"Oops, I'll get it."

His hand slowly slid down her chest, under the shift, and into her bra deliberately stroking the tops of her breasts before reaching for the melting cube.

He turned her around to face him, and lowered his lips to hers.

Hermione suddenly jerked away from him and crossed the room.

"We can't do this, Professor, it's the potion, remember?" she pleaded with him.

This would have been so much easier if he'd been all desperate and horny like she had been. He'd be easier to push away. But this slow seduction was more than she could take.

He sighed and nodded, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes.

"I wouldn't want to kiss me either," he muttered.

Now Hermione sighed.

"It's not that I don't want you to kiss me, I just don't want you to do it because of a potion."

His eyes narrowed at that, and then he nodded again.

Snape looked at his clock.

"We have five hours and forty-five minutes; can I just touch you, a little? I let you touch me when you took the potion," he pouted.

Hermione was torn between doing what was honorable and doing what she wanted.

"Please, Hermione please let me touch you," he begged with such longing it made her heart hurt.

It was the first time she could ever remember him calling her by her first name, and it was definitely the first time he'd ever 'asked' something of her. How could she deny him?

She took a deep breath and nodded.

He grinned then, taking her breath away. He looked ten years younger when he smiled.

Snape started walking toward her, eagerly reaching out his hands.

She held up a hand, and he stopped with a frown.

"Take off your robe, and sit."

She pointed to the chair she had fallen asleep in a few nights before.

He smirked, but quickly threw off the robe to reveal a green silk shirt and black slacks.

Hermione couldn't recall ever seeing him in anything but black, and decided she liked the green on him.

After he sat down, she walked over to him, and hesitantly sat sideways in his lap draping her legs over the arm of the chair.

He slipped one arm around her waist to keep her from falling, and pulled her close, inhaling her fragrance.

His hand began caressing the bare skin on her arms, slowly moving up to her shoulder. She let out a moan as he ran feather light touches across her collarbone and up to her jaw.

Hermione made a conscious decision to just let go. It felt so good to be held this way, and she didn't want him to stop, potion or not. Besides, what if he didn't still feel this way after the potion wore off? She might never get another chance.

"Professor?" she whispered when his fingers reached her lips.

"Okay, I'll stop," he said, sadly.

"N-no, I don't want you to stop."

He looked at her, surprised.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, uncertain.

"I want you to take me to your bed, and make love to me," she told him, without stuttering.

His stilled for a minute, then stood with her in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

Snape sat her on the bed, and knelt down before her in the floor.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

She hopped off of the bed and pulled him to his feet.

She then grabbed his hands and brought them to the zipper at the base of her neck.

"I'm very sure," she whispered, and leaned forward to brush her lips against his.

His eyes darkened, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, as his hands lowered the zipper down her back.

She stepped away from the kiss to allow the shift to fall from her body, reveling her satin burgundy bra and matching panties.

She could feel the heat from his eyes as they traveled over her bared flesh, and she started to shake with desire.

Merlin, she wanted him!

"Professor, you're wearing too much," she chastised, teasingly.

He quickly divested himself of his clothes.

Hermione moaned at the sight of him, all teasing gone.

He rushed her suddenly, tumbling them both on the bed as he kissed her again.

When she had to break away to breathe, he lowered his mouth along the line of her jaw to her neck, nipping and kissing.

It took him a few minutes to figure out how to unhook her bra, but he managed and threw it to the floor.

She moaned as one of his hands found her breast, and began massaging it. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped as his mouth found her other breast and he started suckling her.

He parted her legs with a knee, as his other hand began trailing southward and ripped the panties off of her.

"Oh, Professor!" she cried, as his hand reached her center.

His mouth moved back up and to her ear.

"Call me by name. I want to hear you say it," he said, and then nipped her ear.

Hermione's mind felt like mush as she tried to comprehend what he was telling her.

"Severus!" she cried.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Severus, please!" she moaned when he removed his hand from her.

He rose up over her, and positioned himself at her entrance.

Claiming her lips once more, he thrust deep, and was surprised to feel himself tear through her hymen.

He held himself still as her body adjusted to him, raining kisses all over her face.

"You are a virgin?" he questioned, stupidly.

"Not anymore," she smirked, the small pain already gone.

He looked down at her in wonder.

"And, you gave yourself to me?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. So don't stop now," she said moving her hips and causing both of them to groan.

His thrusts were slow and careful, frustrating her as she tried to encourage him to go faster.

Suddenly, she pulled his head down, and sank her teeth into his neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but there would definitely be a bruise tomorrow.

He lost control at that, pounding into her hard and fast.

"Severus!" she yelled as he pushed her over the edge.

He quickly followed, calling out her name with abandoned.

He slowly rolled himself off of her and onto his back, panting.

She rolled over and rested her head against his chest, throwing her leg over one of his.

"That was amazing!" she breathed, grinning from ear to ear.

He didn't answer.

"Severus?"

His response was a quiet snore.

She looked up to see him already asleep.

She must have worn him out.

Hermione reached down and pulled a blanket over them, before cuddling close to him again, yawning.

As she began to drift off to sleep she had a feeling that there was something important she was supposed to do, but couldn't remember what it was.

Oh, well. Whatever it was would just have to wait 'till morning.

End Chapter 6B