Mission: Ignore All Informants

MISSION: Ignore All Informants

Remus has just kicked me out of the cabin. Granted, I would have greatly preferred to waste away the afternoon in his company, but he declared that he was far too close to transforming to have me within reach without supervision. So, I'm heading down to the lake where Ron, Lavender, Harry and Ginny are – and I assume Sirius, but I haven't seen him all day. It would appear, short of Sirius' turning up shortly, that I'm destined for a lust-free afternoon – and that prospect rather bores me after last night.

I push my way through the overgrown trees on the path down to the lake, pulling my robes more tightly around me as the crisp air catches on the ample amount of bare skin that isn't covered by my bathers, when I hear Lavender's squeals floating up the path towards me. Gods – I really can't stand that girl! Just the sound of her voice makes me murderous – and I'm not sure whether it is her I want to kill for being so damned annoying or Ron for being so damned stupid and inviting her here!

"So where's little Miss Squeaky Clean?" Lavender's high-pitched voice echoes throughout the trees.

"Herms? Dunno," Ron replies.

There's a pause for a bit, then Ginny says, "You know, I'm not so sure Hermione is quite as sweet and innocent as you lot believe."

"What? Why?" Harry sounds rather disturbed at this. I, on the other hand, would really like to know what Ginny has to say for herself about now...

"Well, she didn't sleep in the lounge last night," Ginny explains.

"So?" Ron, your voice even sounds stupid right now!

"So...she slept in Remus and Sirius' room."

There is what I can only assume is a stunned silence for a few seconds. Hmm, I wonder...

"How do you know?" Harry says, sounding rather sceptical.

"Because I got up in the middle of the night and she wasn't in the lounge – where else could she have been?"

"Well...well...I don't know..." Poor Harry, he really sounds rather desperate to come up with some sort of plausible explanation. Gods, am grinning from ear to ear right now as I imagine the looks on their faces.

"So what if she did?" Lavender says snottily, as I creep through the trees until I can see them all. They're lounging around in waist-deep water, Ron latched onto Lavender's neck and Ginny snuggled into Harry's arms.

"Well, it certainly doesn't make her the Ice Queen you like to make her out to be," Ginny insists, rather furiously. Thanks, Gin!

"Like she would have sex with either of those two...they are grown men, hardly interested in...her." Gods, the face Lavender pulls as she refers to me...

My face falls at these words – they were so close to the truth, but...

"That was quite some snog she and Lupin exchanged last night..." Ron ponders.

"That was quite some booze Sirius fed us..." Lavender retorts.

"I must admit, Hermione and Lupin did appear to be enjoying themselves last night." Then, still grasping at straws, Harry adds, "But since Sirius was in that room as well I highly doubt anything happened."

"Precisely." Lavender sounds quite satisfied now. "There is no way the two of them would want to play with her – she is so damned boring! Could you imagine it? She'd probably spend the whole time reciting Hogwarts, A History to whichever unlucky sucker was stupid enough to take her to bed!"

The round of sniggers and snorts that follow this remark completely devastate me. Okay, I know that it is just childish nonsense and utterly untrue, but they (for the most part) are my friends and their opinions of me do matter. More than I thought, I realise, as a tear slips down my cheek.

"Though I do prefer the inaudible babble that mid-coitus elicits from you," a deep voice growls in my ear as one warm arm snakes around my waist and another pushes my hair from my neck, "I could persevere with listening to Hogwarts, A History, so long as you omit your constant lectures persuading towards being unable to apparate within the grounds."

"Severus..." I sigh, leaning back into him. His company is precisely what I need right now...

"Professor Snape!" he growls.

"Sorry, Sir," I reply, but I can't help the grin that spreads over my face. It has been such a long time since I have had his company. In fact, the last time was my final morning at Hogwarts, awoken to the delightful sensation of him shagging me softly senseless from behind. Pity that the moment after we reached our delightful conclusion I'd realised that I was about to miss the Hogwarts Express and had to bolt down to the station rather than bask in the afterglow with what is quickly becoming a sappy Snape (at least for him), if only in private.

"Miss Brown appears to have a rather deluded vision of your sultry self," Snape continues as his lips press against the cool, bare skin of my neck.

"So it would appear."

"And you dare to take to heart the whimsical gossiping of a silly little girl? I am disappointed – I was under the impression that the idiotic, childish musings of your chums were of little consequence to you."

"So was I," I reply, though I am now rather distracted by the way Snape's lips are teasing at my neck and the fluid feel of his fingers winding their way within my robes and creeping over the bare skin of my belly.

"I believe, then, that perhaps some reassurance that you are far from that sexless, wretched, Ice Queen they imagine you to be is in order."

Gods, the promise in those words alone makes me quiver. Nope, definitely not an Ice Queen, more a bubbling puddle of lust right now.

"Ron!" Lavender suddenly squeals again. Not even having realised I had closed them, I force my eyes open again. Harry and Ginny are no longer anywhere to be seen and Ron's hands have...well...it's fairly obvious from this viewpoint that he has his fingers inside the waistband of Lavender's bathers.

"Certainly," Snape mutters in my ear, "I shouldn't expect that you would react in that particular manner to my ministrations." Then, just to prove his point, the hand that was fluttering over my belly slides determinedly south and beneath my bathers. Long, dextrous fingers brush over my pelvis, delving ever lower until one slides between my folds brushing lightly over my clit. Heaven, pure heaven. I mutter in agreement, though I'm fairly sure whatever it is I have said is not English. "And that theory is proven correct."

"You had any doubts?" I ask smugly.

"Not in relation to that, Miss Granger." Then I feel his other hand brush over a rather tender spot on my neck. "This, on the other hand, has me wondering how crucial my presence is."

It dawns on me that this is precisely where Remus nipped at my neck last night and, fairly obviously, left evidence of such.

"Your presence is always welcome, Sev...Professor." Uh oh, last thing I want is for Snape to believe that I am content with Remus and Sirius – Snape adds so much dynamic to this...um...relationship?

"That as it may be, but is it necessary? I do have more pressing matter that should be attended to..."

"Like this?" I say with a giggle, pressing my backside hard against his arousal, which is straining at his pants.

"Unlike some of us," Snape replies, with an air of amusement, "I am not purely driven by my sexual desires."

"I am going to take from that remark that you desire me," I inform him smugly.

"Without a doubt I find you highly arousing, Miss Granger, however..."

I cut him off short. "That is all I need to know. In that case, your presence is more than necessary."

Snape doesn't reply, but his finger flicks once more over my clit before diving into my depths and that is by far enough of a reply for me.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron! They're breasts not stress balls!" Lavender's complaints draw me back to the situation before me, where she is now scowling over her shoulder at Ron.

"It would appear that perhaps your little friends are not so skilled as they would like to believe." Snape once more follows Ron's lead, his free hand sliding down my side and into my robes. There it tugs at one side of my top until my breast bounces free. Nimble fingers trace light, ever decreasing circles around its circumference, forcing me to lean even more heavily against him for support. I stifle a moan as he pinches with just enough force at my already erect nipple and a vaguely amused sound escapes Snape. His lower hand begins an excruciatingly slow rhythm, sliding through my folds as he continues to caress each breast in turn. Gods, I am in heaven. My legs slowly start to give out on me as pleasure takes over my body until Snape draws my arms up behind me and wraps them around his neck, where I try will all of what is left of my control to hold myself up as he returns to his indulgences.

"Look at them," he sneers and, after a few moments, Ron and Lavender come back into focus. Lavender is sprawled over a semi-submerged rock, her behind jutting out of the water with her bather bottoms floating off to the side of the pair. Ron has one hand placed either side of her body and, with a muffled snort, I realise he appears to be having some trouble ...err...how can I put this delicately? - following through with what he has started?

Snape's hand leaves my breast and whisks his wand from his pocket. With a silent flick, a small twig lying on the ground before us has become a large log. With yet another wave, the bottoms of my own bathers have vanished. Replacing his wand, Snape's free hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head back until it is resting on his shoulder. He captures my lips in a hungry, greedy kiss – all niceties tossed to the side.

Swiftly, yet managing not to hurt me in the slightest, I find myself bent over that log, in a position that mimics Lavender's. Lavender – I glance back up and can just see through the trees that Ron is still struggling with ...things.

"What are you doing?" Lavender demands, sounding rather exasperated.

I just about giggle, but Snape takes that moment to plunge inside me, filling me completely and rendering me speechless save for a sharp, favourable gasp that escapes my throat.

"I take it I needn't inform you of the nature of my actions, Miss Granger?" he growls in my ear.

"You leave nothing to question, Sir," I reply breathlessly.

"As it should be."

Snape begins to slide within me, igniting all those wonderful nerve endings under his silken touch. His fingers are still at my clit, flicking across it with just the right amount of friction to have brought me so close to the edge but not quite tip me over it. Snape is right – patience is a virtue. I so thoroughly enjoy being right on the brink, the telltale tingling that wracks through my body but doesn't quite manifest into orgasm just yet. The exhilaration of what is to come. I lean against the log in mesmerised bliss for a while, basking in the feel of Snape moving within me, his fingers teasing at all my sensitive spots and the quite contrary feel of the rough log beneath my bare skin.

"There we go!" And so it would seem that Ron has finally managed to ...err...sort out his problem.

Lavender squeals and now I understand why Ron was having trouble – if I was a guy and that was the noise I had to listen to I'd have a few problems keeping it up too.

"Oooh, Won-won!"

Gag. Lavender almost – almost – manages to destroy the moment for me, but Snape suddenly pinches hard on one of my nipples and brings my focus back to him. Those tingles are becoming more incessant now as his pace speeds up just a little.

"That twit isn't going to last much longer, Miss Granger," he says in way of explanation.

So that's his game – to show up Ron. Surely Snape doesn't think that I am attracted to ...to...

"Harder, Won-won!"

"Merlin!" Ron yelps, his face going red, his eyes scrunching shut and it is painfully obvious he has climaxed already.

"Inconsiderate imbecile," Snape hisses. His thrusts suddenly become harder and deeper, his attention to my clit more intense. I grasp the wrist of that hand with my own, urging his movements on. His other hand, though, leaves my breast and I sigh at its loss. I mourned too early, though, for it trails across my back, down my spine and presses firmly against the tight muscles of my rear entrance, delving just a little way in...

"Merlin!"

Black...red stars...waves of pleasure and Snape suddenly feels so much larger, verging on too much so, inside me as I clamp down around him. A guttural grunt is all that Snape utters. Two sharp thrusts later and I feel wet warmth spreading luxuriously through me.

Breathing heavily, I pull my head up from the log and feel like I'm looking at a car crash – I know I shouldn't look, it's too horrific, but I can't help it...

"Did I get you?" Ron asks, looking hopeful.

Don't laugh, Herms. Do not laugh!

"I don't think so." What? She doesn't even know? Oh dear...oh dear gods even...

"I would enquire the same of you, Miss Granger, since it would appear to be the currently popular inquisition for post-coitus discussion, but I think I shall take these as an affirmative." Snape lifts his fingers from my body and brings his wrist to within my vision. Four deep, crescent shaped indents mar his skin – left from where I have dug my nails into him as I lost control.

I grin. "I think perhaps Ron is in need of some lessons, Professor."

"Not in this life time. My days of compulsorily having to educate that twit are over – and I certainly have no intention of continuing to do so voluntarily – especially not on this particular subject."

"Hey, guys. Ginny and I thought we might take a walk – you want to join us?"

I glance through the trees again and see Harry and Ginny wading back through the water to join a now (thankfully) clothed Lavender and Ron.

"Uh...but...but I thought you two were over in the trees?" Lavender asks, nodding in our direction.

"Huh? No...we went to the jetty...why?" Ginny asks, sounding just as confused.

"Well...I heard...err...noises..."

"What sort of noises?" Harry asked, looking a bit disturbed.

"Um...fucking noises."

All four heads suddenly turn to stare right in our direction.

Oh, crap.