He Most Definitely Did Not Want To Know Who This Woman Was!

AN: Sorry this chapter took so long. I had to go beta shopping, and then she was almost eaten by kittens!! Thankfully she survived the adorable attack, so I'd like to thank fruitmanchu for beta-ing for me.

Chapter Three

He Most Definitely Did Not Want To Know Who This Woman Was!

Upon his arrival in the kitchen, Severus didn't even get the opportunity to inquire as to new Order members before he found himself enveloped in a patented Molly Weasley hug. You see, it was a little known fact, but Molly and Severus had a very close, if unusual, friendship. She was one of the few people able to look past his abrasive personality and to appreciate his acerbic wit. Molly also worried for him when it seemed no one else would, and he made sure she was the first person he checked in with when returning from revels and the like. Naturally, Albus Dumbledore was a close number two on that rather short list. It wasn't that Dumbledore didn't worry about him. Rather that he didn't always have Severus' best interest in mind, but then again, they were at war, even though some refused to admit it. Also, they'd grown close as she always attended to him when he returned from revels battered and bruised and greatly in need of mending. She was more than a friend to him really; she cared for him in a way Dumbledore never could.

"Unhand me, you insufferable woman!" The insult earned a broad smile from the portly witch as she hugged him even tighter. She'd learned long ago that the trick was not to offer comfort, but rather to force it upon him.

"You poor dear, having to sleep in the study on that lumpy couch."

"Lest you forget, I am a wizard. Accordingly, I conjured myself a bed."

"Oh, did you, now? Well then, judging by the crook in your back, it looks like you could use a refresher course in Transfiguration." She snickered in amusement at the pained look that crossed his face. That had always been his worst subject in school.

"I am sorry about your room. It's just that Albus mentioned you wouldn't be back until tomorrow night, and the girls got into a bit of a spat, and I thought it best if I separated them to give them time to cool off."

"Are you under the mistaken impression that I care to hear idle gossip? Not to mention that I fail to see what the one has to do with the other."

"My, but you are in a snit this morning. I was just trying to explain why Hermione was staying in your room last night..."

If she continued talking, Severus didn't hear it. Any further conversation faded to white noise as he struggled to suppress the urge to panic. The only words he could manage to form were a fragmentary "how could that be," which Molly mistakenly took as his participation in the discussion.

"... Well, apparently, the two girls got in a fight over her involvement with Harry. Ginny says she's just jealous, but I know better. Those two have been going entirely too fast..."

"How could that be..." Miss Granger is who I saw last night? She's not a woman... She's just a girl. Well, perhaps she has grown up a bit, but the woman I watched last night was certainly an adult and one literally overflowing with passion. I could feel it emanating from her as she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm. There was an intense raw magic and power about her, one that Miss Granger isn't nearly mature enough to contain.

"... I know what you mean. Kids today, I tell you it's not like when we were growing up. I'm going to have to have a talk with her at some point. But I'm afraid it's Harry that really needs someone to talk to. You know, a strong, masculine, authority figure..."

"How could that be..." Miss Granger is who I heard moaning? How could that delicious, sweet, tempting, siren's song that completely entranced me belong to her? The horror continued to seep in as realization dawned, and the pieces fell into place. He now had a face to go with the rest of her body, and it surprised and scared him how easily he could envision her expressive brown eyes filled with passion, and her pouty lips parted and moaning.

"... True, Harry doesn't really have any family that he can talk to, and you'll excuse me for saying so, but Albus is a bit too old, I think, to be able to relate to the feelings of an adolescent boy. I wonder if Arthur would do it..."

"How could that be..." Miss Granger is who I had heard cum... that I had wanted to make cum... that I had imagined myself plunging deep inside of? His outrage and sense of decency warred with his lust.

"... Well, he did have "the talk" with all of our boys, but I suppose it's different with your own flesh and blood. I wonder..." she said while eyeing Severus speculatively. "Would you be willing to talk to Harry about sex?" Well, THAT broke him out of his stupor!

"Are you mad? I intend to forget that I ever heard the blasphemous sentence you just uttered. And I strongly suggest that you make an appointment at St. Mungo's promptly, due to the questionable existence of your senility."

All too soon, Molly's offspring began to file into the kitchen, followed closely behind by Potter. Severus let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when it became apparent that a certain bushy little head would not be following them in this morning. He took his customary seat at the table, ensconced in a newspaper. Securely shrouded in his denial, Severus pretended to read and turned the pages aimlessly as the others quickly set about devouring their food and chattering inanely. Molly sent him beseeching looks every now and again, which he quickly and vehemently returned with a scowl. There was no way in hell he would ever discuss 'the birds and the bees' with that boy. As a matter of fact, the more he thought about Potter procreating, the more reassured he felt in his refusal.

"Mum, you've sure outdone yourself this time!" muttered George through a mouthful of crumbs.

"Yep, nothing like fresh bread made by loving hands to start the day," added Fred saccharinely as he buttered his fourth slice.

Severus concealed his smirk behind the newspaper, but shot a quick pompous glare at Molly. He often wondered what their reactions would be if they found out it was actually his recipe they so doted on. They'd probably think he'd poisoned it. The thought elicited yet another smirk from him.

"Say, Gin', you an' Hermione still at it?" muttered George again as crumbs continued tumbling out of his mouth.

Poisoning was looking better and better with each falling crumb. There were several untraceable poisons that reacted favorably with yeast. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to take one of Molly's brood away from her.

"Question should be are she an' Harry still at it?" murmured Fred while dodging Ginny's swift kick under the table.

"Ahem, Ginny and Harry aren't going to be at anything for quite some time. Isn't that right, you two?" interjected Molly, looking pointedly at the two blushing teens before puttering away again. The twins shared knowing looks before pouncing.

"Alright, 'you two,' give over!"

"Yeah, we want details!"

"We got caught," Harry said meekly.

"Well, it's your own fault," said George, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, snogging our baby sister right under Mum's nose. Really, you were just asking for it!" added a snickering Fred.

"Well, she didn't have to ward our rooms," Harry said in hushed tones. "Now I can't even get anywhere near her room, and the attic isn't nearly as comfortable! It's cold and drafty and practically overrun with spiders." To which Ron yelped like a little girl, much to the amusement of the twins.

"Serves you right," said Hermione from the doorway before taking a seat between the twins. She stretched languorously before tucking into her meal. This afforded Ron, sitting directly across from her, the most delicious view of her breasts pressing against her t-shirt. His mouth went slack, a few crumbs tumbling out onto the table, and for once in his life Ronald Weasley didn't want to eat... at least not food anyway.

"Did you sleep well last night, 'Mione?" asked Harry with a mischievous glint in his eye. He tried to catch Ron's eye to give him a 'knowing look', but Ron was still staring, slack-jawed, at Hermione's chest.

"Mmmn, wonderfully, thank you."

Severus, meanwhile, had become engrossed in a particularly intriguing article and hadn't noticed Miss Granger's entry. However, when he heard a familiar moan, she suddenly had his complete and undivided attention. Her brief moan had made his blood race and his cock harden. He peered over the top of his newspaper just in time to catch the image of her stretching. Her nipples were tight and seemed to be straining against the fabric. They were begging to be touched, licked, sucked... bitten. Their eyes met briefly as Severus tightened his white-knuckled grasp on the paper. With each passing second, it was becoming more and more difficult not to leap down the length of the table and ravish her. He had to leave... He had to get out of there. Suddenly he found that he didn't trust himself to be in the same room as her. It was entirely inappropriate to be having such carnal thoughts about his student! Without further ado, and a strategically placed newspaper, he escaped to the sanctity of the study in an effort to make sense of the ludicrous and lecherous thoughts plaguing him.

~ & ~

For Hermione, what had started out as a lovely morning soon took a turn for the bizarre. It seemed she was the only one to notice Professor Snape's peculiar departure from the breakfast table. Granted, she was probably paying entirely too much attention to him this morning, but the almost awkward and panicked nature of it puzzled her. True, one could never say that he enjoyed their company, but it was certainly not something that should unsettle him that much or evoke that sort of reaction. This thought remained in the back of her mind as from there her day progressed to become even more bizarre.

It seemed that every time she turned around, she caught Ron and Harry giving her strange looks. She couldn't quite categorize the nature of them, but they made her to want to invest in a lead overcoat. She had tried very hard to ignore the... well, rather small to be honest... ever-present bulge in Ron's pants, which was not an easy feat when he took advantage of any opportunity to rub it up against her. Really, that boy needed to develop more tact. It was apparent that they were going to have to have another "talk" soon. Though the last one they had about why he shouldn't stare down her shirt during meals didn't quite go over well, considering that he had his eyes locked on her chest for the entire conversation, and all of her arguments about how "women should not be seen as merely sex objects, that they are human beings and every bit as intelligent as men are, if not more so, and that men should be attracted to the size of their intelligence rather than the size of their chest" all fell on deaf ears, or rather, hormonally challenged adolescent boy ears. Ginny had spent the day avoiding Hermione, evidently still in a snit over her interference with her nocturnal activities. Accordingly, she spent the majority of her day in her room reviewing for her NEWTs.

As it was, at the end of the day, Hermione couldn't sleep. This was often the case when she had something on her mind, though Ginny's snoring certainly didn't help matters any. Typically she'd spend most of the night bent over her books, trying to solve whatever problem that was plaguing her. Tonight, however, her books were of absolutely no use in unraveling the enigma that was Professor Snape. Giving up on falling asleep entirely, she made her way to the study in pursuit of a book that would distract her long enough to allow her a few hours sleep. She failed to notice the dark figure lurking in the corner and the intensity with which he watched her every move.

Hermione couldn't seem to get the images from her fantasies the previous evening out of her mind. She must've read this paragraph at least seventeen times already. She couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was his scent, imagining how his skin would feel against hers, oooh, God, and how sinfully delicious his voice would sound dripping with lust!

As she delved deeper into her fantasy, her hands began delving inside her panties, and before long they were deep inside of herself. Hermione's eyes slid closed, and she savored the feeling of losing herself to wild abandon. Her hips began to thrust harder, and the nails of her other hand dug into her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She was momentarily distracted by a sound coming from a dark corner of the room, but quickly dismissed it... or rather, she used it to heighten her arousal. She allowed herself to fantasize that someone had been there and that the sound had been a muffled groan emitted by Professor Snape who was, even now, sitting there in the shadows watching her pleasure herself. Her movements became more purposeful now as she committed herself to her fantasy in an attempt to seduce her fantasy professor with her body. Little did she know how proficiently she'd already accomplished that. Her fantasy was so involved that she could even imagine his voice, like deep, dark forbidden chocolate, urging her, and she was powerless to resist him anything.

~ & ~

"Let me see you," he whispered, and she compliantly pulled her panties aside to expose her swollen, pink lips, glistening with her arousal. He couldn't help but gasp when he saw that her pussy had been shaved clean. It looked so invitingly smooth and soft. She teased her finger over her lips before it slipped inside briefly, only to return coated in her juices. Licking his lips, he whispered again, "Open for me, Hermione..." Her name sounded strangely good on his tongue. "I want to see all of you." She pulled her lips apart, and he longed to slide into the dripping wet depths she revealed, he longed to feel her shuddering in his arms as her cunt spasmed around him, and he longed more than anything to know what she looked like when she came. This last desire he was determined to see to fruition... if nothing else. It surprised him the veracity with which he wanted to see the perfect Miss Granger, Hogwarts' resident know-it-all and Head Girl, lose control. The fact that it was because of him only added the perverse pleasure of this situation. "I want to see all of you," he barked.

~ & ~

The gruffness of his voice made her shudder, and Hermione hurriedly slid off her panties and cast her nightgown aside. Following his orders, she lay back on the couch and spread her legs, exposing herself entirely to the dark corner. Just the thought of behaving like this in the middle of Grimmauld Place was enough to make her clit throb uncontrollably, but adding to that, the fantasy of following her professor's every desire had Hermione intoxicated by her lust. Never before had she felt the lines between reality and fantasy become so delightfully blurred. She curled her fingers inside of herself and moaned his name as the rich, licentious tone of his voice coaxed her to the most powerful orgasm of her life. When conscious thought finally returned to her, the dark figure had disappeared, leaving Hermione to wonder if he had really been there at all.