Chapter Seven
Chapter 7 of 16
LooneylunaA turning point in the relationship.
ReviewedChapter Seven
She had to find the blasted bastard's wand. It was the night of the full moon, and the light shone brightly through the windows, marking her path as she moved. The old floorboards in the villa creaked under her feet and she froze. Hermione had waited too long to back out now.
Her tormentor snored softly as he slept, and she took another step forward. Ginny never had arrived. Thoughts of what the petty, vengeful man could have done to her friend ran rampant through her head.
Ginny never missed a deadline.
Hermione just needed to get his wand from him. Then she would be able to... Do what exactly? Hex him? Tie him up, pour chocolate sauce all over him, and lick it from his body?
Hermione wrinkled her nose in reluctant disappointment. The man wasn't interested. Hell, he hadn't even finished editing her last scene. Of course, she had taken great pains to scribble the whole thing out. But it stung her feminine pride that he hadn't thrown open the proverbial door and ravished her until she was breathless.
She pondered just how horrible her existence had become since his arrival. Her working vacation was utterly ruined. She should just go home, but she couldn't allow herself to be defeated at the hands of the overbearing... Slytherin. Merlin's beard, Hermione! You aren't some second-year pining over house points!
Creeping forward, Hermione held her breath and felt along the nightstand for the slim piece of wood that would give her some measure of control over her recently pathetic life. Of course, his wand wasn't there. Why would anything be that simple? She hadn't really expected to find it that easily.
She exhaled slowly, unable to hold her breath any longer. She just needed to get his wand and get away. No matter how much he deserved to suffer, she wasn't like him. She wouldn't be able to hurt him any more than she already had... not really. She had, after all, broken his nose and accosted him with her notebook.
Severus eyed the skulking shadow above him and shifted in his "sleep." He had just been nodding off when the creaking floorboards woke him. Judging by Miss Granger's carriage, she did not intend to wake him up. He grinned, silently amused. He was surprised that she hadn't tried to steal his wand last night. Of course, she had been hexed and unable to move.
He watched as she patted the top of the nightstand. Her movements were frantic, and she sighed in frustration. As if he would keep his wand in such an exposed and open place! He'd never trusted anyone and always slept with his wand safely tucked under his pillow.
She opened the small drawer, felt inside, and sighed again.
It was difficult, lying there and trying not to laugh. His laughter faded as she leaned over him. She smelled clean, the gentle floral scent of her lotion tickling his senses. The subtlety of the aroma hit him like a brick, and he could not help his basic response, especially after reading her blasted sex scene earlier. Shagging like a hormonal teenager was not high up on his list of priorities, even when he had been a randy teenager. He had spent most of his adulthood staying alive and spying for the Order.
She patted the bedding next to his arm and whimpered, which only caused his arousal to grow. He would love to hear her whimper beneath him as he buried himself within her.
Merlin's beard! He was beginning to sound like her bloody novel!
"Come on," she whispered. "Where is it?"
A mischievous spark ignited within him, and he rolled toward her. She jumped back with a startled gasp. He made a snoring noise for good measure, hoping she did not lose her nerve.
She growled, softly stomping her foot and stepping forward. She reached over him and continued to pat the bedding. Snaking his hand around her waist, he pulled her down and smothered her protest with his lips.
Hermione's heart hammered in her chest; the adrenaline of the moment sending a rush through her that frightened and enthralled her. It wasn't a forceful kiss. It would actually be quite enjoyable if it weren't for the humiliation of being caught. She tried to pull away, but she was in an awkward position and found it impossible to do so without actually touching any of his intimate parts.
She squirmed on top of him, moving against his obvious interest. Hermione groaned. He tasted like mint. She groaned louder when he cupped her breast through the cotton material of her T-shirt. She would pay the price of humiliation once he actually woke up. She would certainly never live this down.
Managing to keep her wits about her, she slid her hand beneath his pillow and felt for his wand. The movement left her vulnerable, and he took greater liberties. She didn't know how it had happened, but she was straddling him now. His hand caught her wrist, lacing his fingers around her rapid pulse. She broke the kiss, which was a Herculean effort. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped as he nuzzled her neck.
He was definitely awake.
That's when she felt it. Not the evidence of his arousal against the inside of her thigh, but the brush of cool wood against her fingertips. She clutched the handle of his wand, or at least what she thought was the handle of his wand. He growled, trying to stop her. She didn't have a very good grasp on it. It was a struggle just trying to stay on top of him.
As she managed to pull the wand out from underneath his pillow, she panicked, muttering the first spell that came to her mind. "Obliviate!"
She didn't see the flash of light, nor did she feel the sting that went along with a magical spell. The man beneath her groaned, and she crawled off him.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Hermione wailed.
Severus shuddered. He had known that she wished him ill will, but he never would have thought she would try to Obliviate him. Thankfully, try was the operative word. She had actually Obliviated his pillow.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it!" she cried. "I can't believe I actually Obliviated him!"
Severus snorted, unable to believe his luck. The barmy chit actually thought she had Obliviated him. He heard his wand clatter to the hardwood floor and watched as she ran out of the room.
This was too good to be true. He had come here for revenge. He had come here to show her that he was an insufferable bastard. He didn't have much of a plan, other than to make her miserable. Even in his wildest dreams, he could not have foreseen this. Hermione Granger actually thought she had Obliviated him. This was the golden opportunity to patch up his hastily constructed plan.
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She must have run around the porch three times before she realized that she could not undo what she had done. Breathless, she made the long trek down the hall and pushed the bedroom door open slowly.
"P-Professor S-Snape?"
The only answer she received was a soft groan. She could see his wand on the floor, the moonlight spotlighting the instrument of magic and her crime. How was she ever going to explain this? She had Obliviated Professor Snape. Only Obliviators were licensed to use that curse. Not that others didn't use it illegally, but she couldn't fathom trying to explain the gaps in his memories. Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, but you'll have to find another Potions master because this one doesn't remember his topic. On the bright side, there would be no more embarrassment and no more lawsuits.
Severus groaned again.
"Professor Snape?" Picking his wand up off of the floor, Hermione shook the bed. "Are you okay?"
"W-Where am I?" he stammered, playing confused.
She cringed and turned the light on.
Blinking, he sat up. The light covers fell about his waist, revealing the dark patch of hair that traveled below the blanket.
"Do you remember who you are?" she asked hopefully, setting his wand on the nightstand.
He scratched his chest. "Of course I know who I am," he answered irritably.
"Thank the heavens," she sighed and sat next to him on the bed.
Severus grabbed Hermione, flipping her down on the mattress and crawling on top of her. "And you, my dear Miss Granger, have been a very naughty student."
"What the..." she gasped, suddenly surprised when he pinned her beneath him and kissed her.
His tongue slid past the seam of her lips, a delicate invitation of more to come. She was soft, and he was hard, his response to her surprising him. Even more surprising was her response to him. She returned his kiss with an unexpected fervor, one that made his blood simmer with lust.
He knew that it was wrong, but he'd never been known for his moral fortitude. She had come to him, dressed in knickers and a T-shirt with some Muggle musical group on it. It was little defense against his lecherous intentions...lecherous intentions that were spurred on by her earlier literary endeavor.
Sliding his hand beneath her T-shirt, he skimmed his fingertips along her rib cage. Hermione groaned, deepening the kiss in desperation. He moved his hand up beneath her right breast, molding the flesh and damning himself. He had to have her. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he pulled the cloth of her T-shirt out of his way and his lips found the taut peak of her nipple.
She arched her back in shameless invitation. She couldn't help herself as she yielded to his touch. Why was she letting him do this to her?
"Because you want him. You have always wanted him," a small voice reminded her. Simon was her fantasy. She had done little to conceal the true identity of the character. Had she secretly been hoping that he would find out? She was, after all, about as subtle as a Gryffindor could be, which wasn't saying much. This was wrong. She knew it was wrong. By all rights, she should hate him.
She wanted to push him away, but was weary to do so because she had Obliviated him. She needed to ascertain how much damage she had inflicted and why he was suddenly kissing her as if his life depended on it when he didn't remember where he was or why he was here. Gods... what he was doing felt so good. Jolts of pleasure streamed from her breast to her feminine core. This was it. This is what Molly always helped to write about... This was desire in its most raw form.
She trembled beneath him as he twirled his tongue around the sensitive peak. Then he switched to the other one. She had been kissed, but never like this. Her experiences with Ron had been fumbling attempts at best. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't want Severus Snape. Why start lying to herself now?
The man was naked, rubbing up against the moist center of her knickers. That is when the reality set in. She couldn't let this continue.
He pushed her and pushed her, and in doing so, he punished himself. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go. All he had to do was remove her knickers, and he could sate the lust that she had awakened. This was wrong on so many levels, but he didn't give a Kneazles' furry arse.
Severus could feel how wet she was, even through the cloth of her knickers.
"We've got to stop," she panted.
He shifted, kissing his way to her neck, and then to her lips. "Why, luv? Isn't this what a summer tryst is all about? I want you. You obviously want me." He thrust against her for emphasis, saying the ghastly romantic words that her characters in her books would say. With any luck, she would throw her reservations out the window and give him what he wanted.
She could feel him rubbing against the hidden bundle of nerves. It felt good. The splendor threatened to overwhelm her. His words barely registered through the haze of desire. He thought this was a fling. Oh gods, she was in trouble.
"This..." she panted breathlessly, pushing against his shoulder, "isn't a summer tryst."
"Of course not, luv," he chuckled, showing his crooked teeth. "We'll carry on after the summer. We'll have a fall wedding. Minerva will be thrilled. "
Merlin's hairy balls! What had she done? From what she had read about the Obliviate Curse, the recipient was bound to be confused. But this was ridiculous! She had reduced Severus Snape into a blithering idiot! He was proposing marriage! This was a nightmare!
She shoved against his shoulder with more vigor. "Stop! You have really got to stop. This is all a big misunderstanding."
Reluctantly, Severus rolled off Hermione and propped his head on his hand. "What misunderstanding?"
Shoving her T-shirt down, Hermione sat up and righted the duvet to reduce temptation. "This isn't a summer tryst, and you and I are not about to be married." She crawled off the bed with a huff.
"Besides, you don't... love me, and I certainly don't love you."
"What's love got to do with it?" he scoffed, cringing inwardly. Perhaps, he had carried this particular ruse too far. At this point, he just couldn't resist. Her cheeks were flushed with passion, which led him to wonder what the rest of her looked like. "I am fond of you, and you are obviously fond of me. Other marriages have been entered into based on less."
She started to pace, the stress of the last few days apparent on her youthful features. She slapped her thigh. "Don't you think this is a little strange? Think about what you're saying. You are proposing marriage... to me... Hermione Granger! You do remember who I am, don't you? You're not fond of me...you don't even like me! I'm Harry's friend... Harry Potter."
Severus reached for her, managing to grasp her hand in his. "A most unfortunate relationship," he stated. "But I won't hold that against you."
Hermione pulled her hand away with a frustrated hiss. "This must be some kind of punishment... a punishment from the heavens. Would you just listen to yourself? Listen to reason. You hate me, and I loathe you.
"You are suing me. I modeled a character in one of my novels after you. You came to the island to make my life a living hell, which you are doing a splendid job of, by the way. You have totally destroyed any creative processes that I could have hoped to tap into during my vacation. You Vanished my wand, and I have been a veritable prisoner here.
"I had no choice," she continued to confess. "I was trying to take your wand from you while you slept. We struggled. I... Obliviated you because that was the first thing I could think of. You... apparently have some memory loss. In fact, you are under the impression... Well, you are under the impression that we are lovers."
Severus scowled. Leave it up to a Gryffindor to ruin the game with blatant honesty. He had intended to have some fun. He was going to toy with her. In the very least, he was going to squelch the pesky, if not irritable, attraction he found himself reluctantly admitting to. Now, he could do one of two things. He could tell the truth or he could move forward and hope and that he did not get tripped up in his own lies.
Pulling the sheet around his waist and tucking it into place, he rolled off the bed and stood up. "Then you admit it," he stated, gingerly picking up his wand. "You admit that you modeled the character after me."
Hermione gasped, taking a step backwards.
"Do you admit that you purposely set out to ruin me?"
"You bastard!" hissed Hermione as she realized the depth of his deception.
Pointing his wand at her, he took a step forward. "Be careful, Miss Granger, or you shall become a 'veritable prisoner' here."
Clenching her hands into fists of rage, Hermione growled at him.
Severus held his wand in a defensive posture. "Tut tut, Miss Granger. We shall have no more physical violence."
She stood perfectly still as he circled her.
"Your quill has caused damage you can never imagine," he whispered behind her. "I cannot tell you how many of those silly, romance novels I confiscated from my students. Imagine my surprise when I realized why they were laughing at me behind my back."
Tilting her chin up in defiance, Hermione smiled. "I am sure there are a multitude of reasons to laugh at you behind your back without trying to blame my book."
He stepped in front of her, his wand at his side. Flicking it, he Transfigured the bed sheet into trousers that covered him modestly. The venom in her voice told him everything he needed to know. Her statement was designed to cut to the bone, and it certainly did leave an impact. Severus continued to circle her, pondering his next move.
He wanted her, and he wouldn't ignore the attraction any longer. It was a bitter truth to have to admit.
He had been incensed when he had discovered the truth. Finding out that Hermione Granger had penned that romance novel had been a fortuitous stroke of luck. Or so he thought. He had found himself facing another summer alone. There was nothing worse than a bored Slytherin, and she had given him the perfect excuse to remove himself from the doldrums of summer.
"I enjoyed your little exercise this morning," he admitted huskily. "I find it interesting that you selected the characters that you modeled after you and me. It was a most... arousing, if not enlightening, endeavor."
Her shame held no limits. It cut into the edge of her anger and caused her to freeze.
"It made me wonder if you were trying to seduce me," he whispered, stepping behind her and using his wand to move her errant curls off her neck. A seduction was afoot, one that would ease the ache within his gut. He would use everything within his power to rid himself of this unfortunate complication.
Pressing his lips against the delicate shell of her ear, Severus crossed the threshold into insanity. "Here's your chance, Miss Granger. Finish what you started. Seduce me."
His hand rested on her hip as the heat of his lips scorched her neck. She closed her eyes, wanting to forget his deceitful ways. She felt the gentle sway of magic behind her and started. Only his hand on her hip kept her from bolting. When she looked down at his other hand, she gasped. His palm was flat, her wand resting on it.
"This is a peace offering," he murmured, flicking his tongue against her earlobe.
It felt like a dream, a wondrous dream that her fantasies played into. She reached for her wand and gathered the wooden shaft as if it were delicate porcelain. Raw desire. Lust. That is all this was. Morality danced on the precipice. He was the devil, the man who she had built her romantic fantasies around.
She could feel the hard press of his masculinity against her bum. His hand caressed the soft skin of her stomach, causing her to clench her thighs together.
"Make love to me... and I will forgive your debt," he breathed against her cheek.
Hermione tensed, his words reminding her of the hatred and deceit. It only intensified with the knowledge that he would use her feelings for him in such a way. He must truly hate her indeed to knowingly crush her heart like this with obvious... pleasure. Summoning a resolve that she did not know she was capable of, she stepped out of his embrace and turned around. She lifted her wand, pointing it between his surprised eyes. "I will see you in court."
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TBC
Author's Notes: Special thanks to all who have reviewed. A very, very special thank you to me beta readers who provide the spit and polish for my bad grammar and horrible sentence structure. I love you all!
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248 Reviews | 6.67/10 Average
yea me completed your story...
i did not realize i had not finished it..
thank you for a fun story
waiting for other stories
This was a great story. I had never read read the original but I'm glad you changed it. I was a bit put off over the 'injunction' thing in Chapter 3, it was almost too unrealistic - I know it's silly but I am a corporate litigation paralegal and I am completely aware of how tricky injunctions are in and of themselves simply because of the implications you set forth; an injunction such as that would indeed be illegal and unconstitutional (but I am only familiar with American laws and couldn't speak for the intricacies of British laws) - but I'm glad I kept going.
This was great, I like how you worked the rumor of Albus and Minie in there. I almost wish I could read the novels.
Thank you
Ha! I love this! It's great how the enchanted notebook becomes almost an instant messaging tool, and allows H and S to finally be a little more honest with each other... even if it *is* in a kind of middle school way. I like how pathetic/sweet Severus is in this chapter.I found this story long after you wrote it, but I'm really enjoying it! There are a lot of really quirky deadpan moments in your writing that are completely hilarious. Yay!
Lovely! I like that you didn't rush things, that sex wasn't the cure-all and they still had to work through some issues.
I know I should have reviewed each chapter but I couldn't stop clicking the button to move on to the next chapter. This was a very funny, poignant, sexy and sweet story and I most definitely will be sending the link to my friends and telling them that they HAVE to read it.
I think the thing I liked best was the way you got Severus' voice exactly right. I could hear Alan Rickman's voice as I read the words (I "heard " Mr. Rickman's voice in my head when I first read HP&TPS years before he was cast in the films--go figure).
Thank you for sharing your story with us. It was definitely worth staying up past midnight on a work night to finish reading it.
Response from Looneyluna (Author of Defamation of Character)
Witch-nap! LOL
If I were Albus or Minerva, I would have trick-portkeyed those mixed-up two into the Room of Req. and held them prisoner there to force the two of the them to talk things out once and for all. *exasperated*
Oh! It's not a silly story! You shouldn't say so! I rather like it. Please, post the next chapter soon :)
Regards,
Response from Looneyluna (Author of Defamation of Character)
I am enjoying your story and happy to see an update. Could I put in a request? Please have Hermione stop acting like a rhymes-with-witch. I can't imagine anyone even wanting to share a meal with her like this much less spend the rest of his life. Then again, I don't read romance novels so perhaps a rhymes-with-witch scene is a necessity;). Looking forward to the next bit -- and thanks for your work!
i rather like this story. Can't wait to see what happens now that the ball is in her court.
take it nice and slow, Severus. Nice and slow... He is going to get her, right? *blink*Great chapter, more please!
aww how sweet a romantic kidnapping. I admire you for redoing this story it's very enjoyable.
You may or may not recall that I had some very distinct reservations about your new direction for the story. You've done away with them most admirably; I've enjoyed the last few chapters very much, and I'm looking forward to seeing how this story's going to end. (Eek—that sounds terribly formal. Sorry about that. I've been reading John Donne again; for some reason, his poetry has that effect on me. *Wishes we had a "D'oh!" emoticon*)
On a slightly off-topic note, I agree with you about fan-fiction being AU by nature. After all, the original author writes the real canon, no matter how canon-compliant we try to be. But then, I'm preaching to the choir on this one, eh?
Oh please continue. There has to be a peaceful resolution to this. You made me cry with this chapter and Sev is trying so hard. A little love is really all the poor man needs. I'm such a sucker for happy endings! LOL
hehe!! Too funny! At least he realises it! LOL
Thank you for continuing to write this delightful story! I needed something sweet and funny with just the right amount of angst to tide me over whilst I recover from that which is DH. Sigh. I hope you continue writing, in spite of it all!
Argh! These two need a good smacking! One is so hard headed, while the other is manipulative... Away with false pretence and ego, just get down and boogie! o_O LMAO!Nice chapter by the way... *grin*
At last. I love this story. Looking forward to the next part.Truly
I think he's either going to pass out, or going to throw up as the motion hits him. Either one is not conducive to a romantic interlude. Although the way he talks gets me all revved up--it has to be affecting Hermione because she gets the added benefit of that voice.
Oh, you're wicked! I hope you're madly scribbling on the next chapter.
Response from Looneyluna (Author of Defamation of Character)
I am :).
Oh my. I very nearly fell over when I read that part about Hermione's hair. God, this is hilarious stuff.Thanks for a great story :o) ,Sue.
Woot! I'm doubly impressed that Severus doesn't suffer from Firewhiskey d***!!! Potions' Masters Rule!! I hope Pansy and the babies are okay. I love this story, and I hope you feel better soon!!GG
They had better! Great chapter, even if you left us with a tease of a cliffe.
It's getting awfully hot in here....can't imagine anybody getting that drunk, even with Veritaserum and a massive guilt complex.