Seduction of the Tower Room

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Seducement of the Tower Room

~Spring 1997~

Hermione awoke that morning, stretched, slid from the bed and dressed. Instead of wearing her green undergarments, she opted for black, a black, lightweight jumper and her denim skirt. Lavender had brushed and braided her hair the night before in a rare girls' night together, and the French braid still looked descent enough to leave it in. As quietly as she could, she slipped from the room without waking the other girls in her dormitory and headed for the stairs. Kippy had just finished cleaning the common room when she entered. He vanished as soon as he saw her, and for a brief minute, Hermione wondered if it was because of her presence, although that hadn't bothered him as much lately. She had just finished the thought when he returned with a steaming hot cup of Pekoe tea for her, grinning broadly as she accepted it and thanked the elf.

Leaving the common room, Hermione strolled through the corridors of the castle, ending up at the stone door. Without thinking about it, she opened the door, crossed the tower, languidly sliding her fingers until she felt the stone give and hurried up the stone steps. Hermione entered the room, heading straight for the window, turning around in surprise when she heard Snape swear softly from behind her. He pushed off the wall, and in three easy steps, he took her into his arms, kissing her soundly. She nearly dumped her hot tea all down his side.

She pushed away, backing for the windowsill, setting her large cup down before he pulled her to him again. His kisses were deeply demanding as he ravaged her mouth. He slowly backed her up against the wall, pulled her jumper over her head and smiled at the lacy, black demi bra. He turned her around, holding her back against his body as his hands explored her, his fingers trailing softly, sending shivers throughout her every nerve. "I thought I told you to stay away," he said smoothly in her ear before his teeth nipped at her earlobe.

Hermione's breath hitched as he kissed her at the base of her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access. "I just... wanted..."

"I know what you wanted – to see the sunrise," he said silkily, removing her bra as his warm lips continued to nip, suckle and caress her neck and shoulder. "Not today, Miss Granger." He unzipped her skirt, his hand sliding in though the waistband and into her knickers. She groaned, rolling her head back, thinking of little else than the feel of his hands and the sensual strokes of his fingers.

She turned to face him, uncertain, breathless, her heart pounding in anticipation. Snape's dark eyes raked over her, staring at her intently, then stepped forward predatorily, pressing her against the wall as he leaned into her, claiming her mouth again in a demanding and sensual kiss. Her mind reeled, her knees weakened, and she clung to him. He held their bodies tightly together, and she could feel him harden through his trousers. Hermione's hands slid down his back, and he made a deep-throated laugh against her throat. He straightened, and she watched as he undid his buttons, dropping his robes and shirt to the floor. Her eyes traveled down his firm stomach, and he grasped her hand pressing it to the bulge in his trousers as he leaned toward her again. "Touch me," he said as he moved her hand up and down over it.

She looked up at him, a flitter in her stomach as she felt him, trying to gauge his length and girth. He moaned softly and closed his eyes briefly, obviously enjoying the feel of her hand even through the soft wool. She stroked him, unsure how hard or if she was stroking him correctly. Snape made a low growl in his throat and kissed her, his one hand gently but firmly cupping her face as his other hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb. Hermione's knees went weak, and she felt his hand press on her shoulder as his hand grasped her wrist, pulling her to the window with him. He gently pushed her to sit and lean against the glass. She paused, looking into his dark eyes as he opened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor at his feet before squatting down in front of her. He moved down her body, trailing kisses along her skin, as he removed her knickers and skirt. He reached out and tipped her face up, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Snape smiled at her, his fingers firm as he opened up her legs and kneeled down to kiss her knee. His kisses trailed up her thigh as he parted her legs further until his lips touched her pubic hair, and then his tongue licked her, one finger sliding into her depths. She gasped, and he laughed softly, lowering his head back to her groin, his other hand lost somewhere down on his own body.

His finger stroked inside her as his tongue licked her sensitive spot, sending intense shivers through her. She heard him moan and looked down, watching his head between her legs, his body moving in rhythm with his finger inside her. She could hardly believe he wanted to lick her there, but the sensation he was creating was too pleasurable to say anything lest he stop. He pushed in another finger and a third, opening her and it hurt.

"Relax, Hermione," he said, his voice a throaty growl. She could feel his shoulder rubbing against her thigh as his fingers moved within her, stretching her again. It hurt. She sucked in her breath, both from the pleasure his mouth was giving her and the pain his fingers made occasionally as he moved them inside her. She wanted to push him away, make him stop, and hold him tightly against her. She felt the pressure build within her, and she reached out her hand, her fingers curling in his silky hair. She was reaching her peak when she felt him shudder as his fingers pushed deeply into her, feeling as if he'd ripped her in half, his growl making a vibration against her nub. The added sensation pushed her over the edge quickly, almost taking her by surprise with both an intense pain mixing with the rushing sensation of her release.

She felt something wet dribble on her on her calf before he uttered, "Scourgify," softly.

When Snape stood up, his penis was floppy and soft, although still sticking out at her. Hermione looked at him questioningly, uncomprehending why, and he smirked at her. Snape stood before her nude, unashamed, as she stared at him, her eyes raking over his lithe body, his well-toned muscles and his finally softening penis. She couldn't take her eyes off him, standing transfixed while he pulled up and fastened his pants.

He seemed slightly flushed and shaky. "Get dressed, Miss Granger, and go," he said, his voice thick and rough. Hermione stared at him, disbelieving that he wanted her to leave. "Go, now. Or do you wish to continue this? The door has opened." He walked to the pile of clothes discarded on the floor, Summoning his shirt and robes, then her clothes. He stood, leaning against the wall as he watched her redress with a smug smirk on his face. When she stood up to pull her shirt and knickers on, she felt the discomfort between her legs and saw the stains of blood on the windowsill. With a flick of his wand, the blood disappeared. She looked at him, comprehending suddenly.

"That's – but you didn't... We didn't," she stammered.

"Come very close to having sex with you? Yes, I did. However, this will do for today," he said, his dark eyes staring at her, his expression unfathomable to her, his chest expanding and contracting with his controlled breathing. "I thought I asked you to stay away from here? Why have you persisted? What do you want? I will not be able to refrain from copulating with you, shagging, as you students call it. Is that what you want, to shag me? Do not return. Now, please, go."

She quickly pulled on her jumper and ran from the room, leaving her bra behind on the floor.

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The following morning Hermione rose early, stretched, and quickly pulled on her clothes, purposely wearing her pink balconet bra, a light jumper and her skirt. Sitting on her bedside table was another large cup of steaming tea. Sighing, Hermione picked up the cup, slipping quietly from the room, hurried out of the common room and out into the school corridors. She cast glances at the paintings as she walked, not really thinking about anything as she sipped her tea. The castle was peaceful in the predawn, and she felt safe and happy within the stone walls. The torches each flared to life as she walked up to them, the flames softening as she passed as if urging her along. She walked down the third floor corridor unhurriedly, entering the room with ease. She looked up, her eyes following the stairs as they seemed to disappear into the ceiling above. There are spells to make the entry resistant, Dissuading and Repulsing Charms on the barrier so that I or anyone would be able to resist the pull of the spells on the stairs... To resist the draw of the tower room... Maybe the Bloody Baron was stronger than the abilities of the Grey Lady. She said that the Bloody Baron had cursed this tower and the tower room? He's older than she appears to be – even in ghost form, maybe that's why the protective spells don't work well?

The grating of stone on stone broke the silence. Hermione turned, not at all surprised to see Snape enter the room. His eyes swept across the room, then focused intently on her. He swore softly, walked toward her, taking her arm, and pulled her to the side, pressing her against the wall next to the wooden door. "Why did you come?" he asked, looming over her.

"I wanted to... sir," she said, intimidated by his scowl and yet aroused by his closeness. The usual sense of anticipation and heart-pounding alertness was this time mixed with a nervousness she hadn't expected. "I wanted to see the sunrise... you."

"Really, to see me? I have office hours as you well know, Miss Granger." He sneered as he stared at her face. "It would be far more appropriate to seek me out there. Not here – in this room – alone. I've never taken you as one of those girls who developed an infatuation with her professors, let alone – me. Is that what this is, an infatuation?" He leaned closer, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her cheeks, recognizing the smell the Broken Pekoe tea with each exhale. "Is this really what you want?"

"I, um... yes – no – I don't know." She closed her eyes a moment, her head spinning. "I, um... No. I don't have an infatuation with you. I wanted to... I came here because I, um, wanted to be here with you... To see..."

Once again his eyes glazed as if what she'd said had hurt him somehow. "This isn't right and you know that. I shouldn't be allowing you to come here." He closed his eyes, dropping his head and slowly looking back up at her. "If this isn't some silly school girl infatuation you are acting on, why do you come? What do you see in me? How do you see me?"

Hermione looked up into his dark eyes with a sense of curiosity. "Yes, you're my professor, but it's not – I respect you. You are a remarkable wizard, strong, capable. Ever since Dumbledore told us you were spying for the Order, I've watched you. No, even before that, since Harry saved the Philosopher's Stone and Harry told me you were trying to save him during our first Quidditch match from Professor Quirrell's curse. In fact, you've always been there for us, haven't you? You've consistently been there for us, trying to protect us. You do so much, consistently putting yourself in harm's way, even endangering your life so that in the end we win this war. You're stoic and brave, and yes, I admire you, respect you. I know that we're not friends, but I trust you."

"You see me as your protector – your wizard arrant? You admire me? Respect me? Why?" He snorted in derision. "I'd have thought that my actions toward you would have ended your trust."

"No, it hasn't. I don't – not any less," she wavered, swallowing before continuing. "I do look up to you, not like a hero or anything. I think you're an amazing wizard, knowledgeable and... I admit, this – us, it surprises me, but I like you."

"That's inappropriate," he snapped, then shook his head. "Look, you're my student. This is wrong. I shouldn't have – I should never have let you come. I should have... You have no idea what you've done."

"Yes, I do." Hermione reached out, laying a hand on his chest, and his eyes flicked from her hand at the contact back to her face, his dark eyes regarding her. "Yes, I do. I know what has happened," she said. "In fact I know about the room – somewhat, I think..."

"Then why are you coming in here again?" he asked, removing her hand from his chest, but not releasing it.

She automatically curled her fingers in with his. "I don't know? I felt like it... I just wanted to..."

"That is exactly my point, Miss Granger," Severus said and pulled his hand free, bringing it up between them as if he was going to touch her chest. "You don't know..."

"Yes, I do!" she protested. "I came here because I wanted to."

"Not good enough. You're a student – I'm your professor. This is wrong." His hand began to twirl a curl of her hair in his fingers.

Hermione fought the desire to take his hand and pull him up the stairs to their room. "Why? I mean I know why... I thought, well... I had this urge to come here." She found it impossibly hard to explain with him leaning over her, looking at her in such a way. "I just wanted to..."

Severus' lips curled into a humorous sneer. "You wanted to what exactly? There are enchantments and curses on that room. Your common sense should have kept you away from me after the first time you came here. Unless you think you fancy me in some way. That room," he said with a sweep of his hand, "ensnares people who come here together, traps them, pushes their relationship forward, sexually. Is that what you want, a sexual relationship with me? All I can presume is that you hold some level of attraction for me, although I fail to see why. So, what is it: my searing charm, my cold charisma, my cutting wit or my sarcastic nature? Do you want me to touch you again, kiss you, run my hands on your body and force myself on you?"

With each statement, Hermione's breath caught, her heart raced, her mouth became dry, and she felt her body shiver. It's exactly what I want – shouldn't want – but do. I want him... need him. She couldn't tell him, couldn't answer his question; she wasn't ready to say these things out loud.

There was a torturous look in his dark eyes. "Leave, go back to your common room now." He pushed himself off the wall and crossed his arms, his stance firm and authoritative. "Go, on – leave. Or I'll deduct two hundred points from your house for your disobedience."

Her heart skipped a beat and a lump fell in her gut. He doesn't want me, not like that. I'm throwing myself at him. The large cup of tea fell to the floor with a crash, and she turned and fled before he could see her tears.

~Spring 1977~

Lily entered the room with a big grin and two steaming cups of chocolate again. Severus smiled as he accepted his, scalding his tongue on the hot liquid. He never understood her penchant for the beverage, but she gave it to him, so he drank it. Besides, it's a gift after all.

Her lips tasted like chocolate when he kissed her. Her arms wrapped around him as he pressed into her, backing her against the window again. She slid eagerly onto the windowsill and wiggled her hips to get more comfortable. He smiled as his hands unbuttoned her blouse while he kissed her neck. She sucked in her breath when he pulled her blouse open and off her shoulders, trailing kisses on her exposed skin. He loved the way she felt, the way she tasted. She giggled when he nipped her shoulder the same time he uttered the Unlatching Charm to undo her bra. He straightened, staring at her.

She smiled shyly, watching him as he undid his shirt, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor with his robes. Her fingers glided on his skin, and he stared at her fingers as she traced his muscles. He leaned forward, pressing against her, tilting her head up so that he could kiss her.

His fingers slid on her leg, sliding into her knickers. She let him touch her again, fondling her, sliding a finger into her as he rubbed her sensitive spot. He was so aroused he nearly hurt with desire. She was warm and soaking wet. He smiled. He pressed his groin against hers, rubbing his swollen penis against her leg, and she gasped. Yes, this is what you do to me, Lily, he thought. Her hand on his abdomen slipped down, and he moved his hand from her breast to capture hers and brought it down lower to his trousers. She looked up at him, astounded by his bold move. "It's okay. You can touch if you want," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want you, too."

Her fingers tentatively stroked him, her eyes watching him as if he'd be offended by her temerity. Her fingers sent shivers though every nerve in his body and made his balls restrict. He smiled at her encouragingly. He reached down and opened his trousers, and she gasped at his size as his trousers fell to the floor off his thin hips. She hesitated so he guided her hand back onto his penis, closing his eyes at the pleasure of her gentle strokes. He nearly exploded just by her delicate caresses. "Merlin, Lily, you'll make me come," he growled, his fingers still stroking her under her knickers.

She made a deep throaty laugh. "The same way you make me come?" He leaned down to kiss her, and her lips met his, hungrily. He wrapped his arm around her hip and pushed his penis against her, rubbing its tip in her wetness. His balls were so tight they nearly hurt.

He swept her into his arms about to pull her to the floor with him onto his cloak, but she grabbed his arms, pushing him back away from her. "I'm not ready for this... not like this, Sev! Please, no, please, not on the floor..." she pleaded.

He groaned, but relented, pressing himself tighter into her groin when she sat back down on the windowsill. He was rubbing his penis against her knickers, the texture was soft, hot and wet. He pulled them aside, his fingers stroking her again, and she pulled his head down to kiss her. Her tongue stroked his in rhythm to the movements of his penis against her skin, and his balls tightened again, his penis spasmed, and he felt himself release, shooting up under her skirt.

He was so embarrassed, completely frustrated that he'd ejaculated, that he'd lost control so easily. He'd come too soon; he'd been too eager. He dropped his head, berating himself, and she stood up, wrapping her arms around him. "Hey, it's okay. You get me to come, it's only fair," she said, trying to kiss his ear.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Sev, don't," she said, pressing her fingers to his lips, silencing him. "We've opened the door. We can go," she said with uncertainty.

He leaned against the window, watching her quickly adjust her clothes before he leaned down to grab his own. Damn door.

~Spring 1997~

She had no idea why she'd done it, but Hermione had purposely missed her aim with her Impedimenta Spell, hitting Professor Snape on his side, and landed herself in detention.

He walked around the room as she sat at her desk writing lines. He stopped to stand right behind her chair, his proximity sending familiar shivers down her spine. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he asked, his tone firm.

"No, sir," she replied, trying to concentrate on her letters instead of the man standing behind her. It was the third time she'd misspelled a word in her lines of 'I will not deliberately fire curses at my professor during class.' Damn.

Snape placed his hand on the back of her chair, sending a quick sense of elation and anticipation surging though her. "Do not lie to me," he said in his rich silky drawl, adding to the heightened awareness of his proximity.

Hermione swallowed and, with a careful, deliberate motion, dipped her quill into her inkwell. Her hand shook slightly, nearly making the ink blot on her parchment. "I'm not – I didn't. My hand slipped, sir, and I fired the spell with poor aim."

"Really, Miss Granger, I know better of you. You do not have such poor aim nor such lack of control," he rolled each word deliberately.

Hermione bristled at his comment and abruptly rose from her chair, boldly turning to face him, their bodies almost colliding, taking Snape by surprise. His arm reached out instinctively to keep from being knocked over as he quickly grabbed her, and she felt him aim his wand toward the door, just before his mouth descended on hers. Automatically, she flung her arms around him, pulling her body up against his, and he moaned. His hand, the wand still clasped in his fingers, grabbed the back of her head, crushing her with a deep demanding kiss as he seemingly took out all his pent-up frustrations on her lips.

When he released her, Hermione staggered back, landing against her desk. He was breathing as hard as she was, and she briefly wondered if his heart was pounding as strongly as hers. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the corners of her desk on each side of her hips as he loomed over her, his face merely inches from her own. "This simply cannot happen." He kissed her again and then swore, standing up abruptly, taking two steps away from her.

"Why?" she asked without thinking, standing up to him, then mentally berated herself. What am I doing? Of course he kissed me – I threw myself at him. He doesn't want this. He's made that apparent. I know why...

"You know why," he said, echoing her own thoughts exactly. "I am your professor. This is inappropriate."

Brazenly, she stepped forward, and his arms reached out as if to stop her but slid around her waist instead. She rose up on her toes, and with the slightest lift of her chin, Hermione's lips landed back on his, kissing him. He growled, his arms suddenly embracing her in a crushing hug again as he kissed her back.

Letting her go, he stepped back away from her, making her sway slightly. "You do not know what you are doing or why you are doing this. You are under a spell – spells..."

"I know," she said, "but I want you to..."

"Do not interrupt me again," he snapped at her angrily, his dark eyes sweeping across her face. "There are curses on that room... You know?"

"Yes, the Grey Lady told me about them," she confessed. "It's why I've been trying to avoid the room..."

"And yet you went there yesterday," he said, his eyes narrowing. "I saw you in the corridor."

So he didn't want to be there with me?

"It took every bit of my self-control to turn around and not follow you up to the room." His eyes looked darkly haunted.

Her heart skipped a beat as his words hit her. He does want me...

"I know what will happen if – if you and I return," he said forcefully. After a pause, he looked away and then back at her. "You will come to my office tomorrow morning, first thing. Do not go to the tower. If you do not show up, you will be penalized as if you'd failed to show for a detention."

"Sir?" she asked, confused.

"We need to talk. There is something you must know." He swept his hand to indicate the door. "Go."

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