The Reason Why
He kept telling himself it was for her own safety, ever since Draco Malfoy had attempted to rape Hogwarts head girl Hermione Granger, he hadn't let her out of his site.
He had spent the remainder of the school year stealthily following her to all her classes and secretly trailing her upon her nightly rounds.
There will still a lot of his Slytherins that would wish her harm and he thought that if he didn't watch her, then something was bound to happen to her.
He would watch her from the shadows, view her as she walked the silent halls, sometimes her hair would be streaming down her back in golden honeyed curls. Other times it would be swept up into a loose French braid, a few free tresses hanging down, showing off her long elegant neck.
Sometimes she would have her uniform on under her robes and others she would be wearing tastefully casual muggle clothes that made her look so much more mature than her peers.
One thing that had never changed was her warm brown eyes. He watched how they darted around the corridors looking for rule breakers.
She always looked a little pre-occupied. He figured she was thinking of her NEWTS and what she would be doing once she left Hogwarts.
He had over heard Minerva boasting in the staffroom, about how the ministry were working really hard to sway her into accepting a position there. But that she was undecided on which field she would like to pursue and refused to give them an answer till she had come to a decision.
Personally he though she would be best suited for research, especially in potions. She had a quick mind, was very focused and had a gift to view things from an entirely different perspective.
He watched her climb through a portrait of three golden unicorns and into her head girl suite, before he continued on to his own quarters.
She was safe.
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Hermione couldn't quiet explain it, she was apprehensive about making her rounds and going to classes, since Malfoy had attacked her,
Luckily Filch had seen what was about to happen and knowing a squib wouldn't be capable of much against an enraged wizard, had gone immediately to fetch Professor Snape.
The only reason she could attribute to his decision of not fetching her own head of house, was that he got along better with Snape and considered since it was one of the professor's precious Slytherins, he would be the best person suited to take control of the insane young wizard.
Snape had quiet aggressively reprimanded Malfoy before he could get any further. Sure she had received a few hard blows to the face; which rendered her with a bloody lip and a gash above her eye. They went along with the purple bruises that had turned up on her upper arms and legs, from his hands and fingers.
But it was nothing compared to what he had said he was intending to do to her.
He had already ripped her underwear from her and was readying himself to take her, when the head of Slytherin had come to her rescue.
Forcibly tearing Malfoy from upon her body, he threw him against the nearest wall and proceeded to beat him senseless, before body binding him and scooping her from the floor, taking her straight to madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.
It wasn't until she was alone the next morning that she wondered idly why professor Snape hadn't just used magic to stun Malfoy in the beginning, instead of physically attacking him.
When the headmaster had offered for her to be excused from doing her nightly rounds of the castle in the future, she had declined saying.
"It is part of the head girls responsibility to make sure the castle is secure and that no students are breaking curfew."
She had received a worried glance from her head of house for that and a sceptical one from the headmaster, so she continued with.
"Besides, if I don't carry on with my life like normal, that means Malfoy wins and I'm not willing to let that happen."
Dumbledore had twinkled madly after that and Mcgonagal gave her an encouraging smile before telling her that, it was very Gryffindor for her to think like that.
Truth be told she was actually terrified, the attack had caught her off guard, not that she had been on guard to begin with.
Now that the war was over and Voldemort was defeated, she didn't think there had to be much left to be cautious of, but apparently she hadn't accounted for death-eater progeny.
Nether the less, she had to show that she wasn't going to be cowed by the likes of them, no matter what they threw at her.
So on the first night of her rounds as she was preparing to leave. Making sure she had her wand readily accessible and that her robes and hair weren't going to prove to be an obstruction if she was needed to manoeuvre quickly.
She was felling apprehensive and nervous. What if she was attacked again and froze? What if she was taken by surprise like last time? What if there was no one there to aid her this time? What if she forgot everything she had learned while training for battle?
With these uneasy thoughts she headed from her rooms out into the cold quiet corridors of the castle, to start her rounds.
All she could hear was the clickity clack of her shoes on the castles cold stoned floors. It was eerily quiet and the only light was coming from random torches alight along the walls.
The flames were dancing hypnotically as she passed them by, causing shadows to dance along the edge of her vision. Oddly enough she realized she wasn't feeling nervous anymore.
It was as if she had a companion, someone to watch over her and keep her safe. She new it was a ridiculous notion, but she didn't feel alone anymore.
It was with this though and feeling alone that she found the confidence to complete her rounds every night and move on with her life. All she had left to occupy her mind was what she was going to do once she left Hogwarts?
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Severus Snape had never had much of an interest in woman, not that he didn't physically desire them because he did. He actually possessed an insatiable appetite when it came to physical pleasure.
But no female had yet to capture his interest and admiration. Until he looked more closely, at one strong willed woman by the name of Hermione Granger.
At first he noticed her vast intellect, he always knew she was smart, but he had just thought she had a knack for remembering all of her studied text. It wasn't until he was perusing through some of the academic journals he subscribed to, that he noticed just how 'smart' she was.
She had managed to be published, not just some little essay that was required to be handed over in class. But a ground breaking theory on what could be accomplished by, research on the use of crossing charms and transfiguration with potions.
Halfway through the article, he found himself excited by the idea and was already out lining possibilities on parchment.
It was then that she transformed, in his eyes from the Gryffindors walking encyclopaedia into a highly intelligent woman and once he had had, this epiphany he took to discretely observing her in the great hall and during his classes.
He came to realize that not only had her intelligence matured but so had her body. She was a woman now and had become very aware of it. Gone was the skinny, awkward, scraggily headed, buck toothed girl and in her place was a perfectly shaped, confident, highly intelligent, silky haired goddess.
He would never be able to view her in her past persona again.
The night she had been attacked by Malfoy, he had been beside himself with fury and concern. He would have killed the boy if he hadn't noticed Hermione was bloodied, bruised and still on the floor.
Luckily she had passed out after he scooped her up, so he wouldn't have to explain his actions. He had stayed away from the infirmary when she was awake, choosing only to watch over her as she slept. He was relieved to discover that she had only suffered superficial wounds and that he had got there before Malfoy had the chance to penetrate her by force, he would have gladly gone to Azkaban in the name of vengeance, had his goddess been violated.
He new he thought about her more than was entirely appropriate but he couldn't help it.
She consumed his every thought, no matter what it was. Everything academic, he found himself wanting to know her opinion and thoughts on. None of the essay's he graded measured up to her own, often finding he was requiring that standard.
The worst ones were the thoughts he had when he was alone in his bed or had had one to many fire-whisky's.
He would picture her before him, wearing that warm smile she wore for her friends. The sparkle of intelligence in her eyes that, he had come to cherish from his classes. With her arms spread apart reaching for his to embrace.
They were the longed for images.
The ones that left him needing and wanting were his lust filed ones.
The vivid images he would create of her, underneath him withering and screaming or on top of him grinding her self to climax.
The ones where he could picture her silky locks bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock, while she looked at him mischievously with those warm brown eyes.
And what he longed for most of all, his head buried between her legs lapping up her essence from her dripping sex, while screaming his name to the heavens,
He wanted to hold her, claim her and consume her. He would never let her out of his site and he would never let her go.
The only problem was she didn't belong to him and probably never would. Not only that in two weeks she would walk past the Hogwarts gates and out of his life for good.
He couldn't bring himself to allow that to happen.
It was time he spoke to the headmaster....
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A/N: I know I'm an idiot I realise I have two WIP, but never fear I have not abandoned them I'm in the middle of the next chap for 'Tainted Love' and the next one for 'Belle of the Ball' will follow soon after, never fear they're my babies I couldn't just leave them like that.
I had to get this one out, I even shot out of bed to do it lol. I have two other chapters written for it but if you don't let me know you want more I will have to pull it. Please keep in mind that this is unbeta'd.
PLEASE REVIEW. xoxoxox
He kept telling himself it was for her own safety, ever since Draco Malfoy had attempted to rape Hogwarts head girl Hermione Granger, he hadn't let her out of his site.
He had spent the remainder of the school year stealthily following her to all her classes and secretly trailing her upon her nightly rounds.
There will still a lot of his Slytherins that would wish her harm and he thought that if he didn't watch her, then something was bound to happen to her.
He would watch her from the shadows, view her as she walked the silent halls, sometimes her hair would be streaming down her back in golden honeyed curls. Other times it would be swept up into a loose French braid, a few free tresses hanging down, showing off her long elegant neck.
Sometimes she would have her uniform on under her robes and others she would be wearing tastefully casual muggle clothes that made her look so much more mature than her peers.
One thing that had never changed was her warm brown eyes. He watched how they darted around the corridors looking for rule breakers.
She always looked a little pre-occupied. He figured she was thinking of her NEWTS and what she would be doing once she left Hogwarts.
He had over heard Minerva boasting in the staffroom, about how the ministry were working really hard to sway her into accepting a position there. But that she was undecided on which field she would like to pursue and refused to give them an answer till she had come to a decision.
Personally he though she would be best suited for research, especially in potions. She had a quick mind, was very focused and had a gift to view things from an entirely different perspective.
He watched her climb through a portrait of three golden unicorns and into her head girl suite, before he continued on to his own quarters.
She was safe.
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Hermione couldn't quiet explain it, she was apprehensive about making her rounds and going to classes, since Malfoy had attacked her,
Luckily Filch had seen what was about to happen and knowing a squib wouldn't be capable of much against an enraged wizard, had gone immediately to fetch Professor Snape.
The only reason she could attribute to his decision of not fetching her own head of house, was that he got along better with Snape and considered since it was one of the professor's precious Slytherins, he would be the best person suited to take control of the insane young wizard.
Snape had quiet aggressively reprimanded Malfoy before he could get any further. Sure she had received a few hard blows to the face; which rendered her with a bloody lip and a gash above her eye. They went along with the purple bruises that had turned up on her upper arms and legs, from his hands and fingers.
But it was nothing compared to what he had said he was intending to do to her.
He had already ripped her underwear from her and was readying himself to take her, when the head of Slytherin had come to her rescue.
Forcibly tearing Malfoy from upon her body, he threw him against the nearest wall and proceeded to beat him senseless, before body binding him and scooping her from the floor, taking her straight to madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.
It wasn't until she was alone the next morning that she wondered idly why professor Snape hadn't just used magic to stun Malfoy in the beginning, instead of physically attacking him.
When the headmaster had offered for her to be excused from doing her nightly rounds of the castle in the future, she had declined saying.
"It is part of the head girls responsibility to make sure the castle is secure and that no students are breaking curfew."
She had received a worried glance from her head of house for that and a sceptical one from the headmaster, so she continued with.
"Besides, if I don't carry on with my life like normal, that means Malfoy wins and I'm not willing to let that happen."
Dumbledore had twinkled madly after that and Mcgonagal gave her an encouraging smile before telling her that, it was very Gryffindor for her to think like that.
Truth be told she was actually terrified, the attack had caught her off guard, not that she had been on guard to begin with.
Now that the war was over and Voldemort was defeated, she didn't think there had to be much left to be cautious of, but apparently she hadn't accounted for death-eater progeny.
Nether the less, she had to show that she wasn't going to be cowed by the likes of them, no matter what they threw at her.
So on the first night of her rounds as she was preparing to leave. Making sure she had her wand readily accessible and that her robes and hair weren't going to prove to be an obstruction if she was needed to manoeuvre quickly.
She was felling apprehensive and nervous. What if she was attacked again and froze? What if she was taken by surprise like last time? What if there was no one there to aid her this time? What if she forgot everything she had learned while training for battle?
With these uneasy thoughts she headed from her rooms out into the cold quiet corridors of the castle, to start her rounds.
All she could hear was the clickity clack of her shoes on the castles cold stoned floors. It was eerily quiet and the only light was coming from random torches alight along the walls.
The flames were dancing hypnotically as she passed them by, causing shadows to dance along the edge of her vision. Oddly enough she realized she wasn't feeling nervous anymore.
It was as if she had a companion, someone to watch over her and keep her safe. She new it was a ridiculous notion, but she didn't feel alone anymore.
It was with this though and feeling alone that she found the confidence to complete her rounds every night and move on with her life. All she had left to occupy her mind was what she was going to do once she left Hogwarts?
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Severus Snape had never had much of an interest in woman, not that he didn't physically desire them because he did. He actually possessed an insatiable appetite when it came to physical pleasure.
But no female had yet to capture his interest and admiration. Until he looked more closely, at one strong willed woman by the name of Hermione Granger.
At first he noticed her vast intellect, he always knew she was smart, but he had just thought she had a knack for remembering all of her studied text. It wasn't until he was perusing through some of the academic journals he subscribed to, that he noticed just how 'smart' she was.
She had managed to be published, not just some little essay that was required to be handed over in class. But a ground breaking theory on what could be accomplished by, research on the use of crossing charms and transfiguration with potions.
Halfway through the article, he found himself excited by the idea and was already out lining possibilities on parchment.
It was then that she transformed, in his eyes from the Gryffindors walking encyclopaedia into a highly intelligent woman and once he had had, this epiphany he took to discretely observing her in the great hall and during his classes.
He came to realize that not only had her intelligence matured but so had her body. She was a woman now and had become very aware of it. Gone was the skinny, awkward, scraggily headed, buck toothed girl and in her place was a perfectly shaped, confident, highly intelligent, silky haired goddess.
He would never be able to view her in her past persona again.
The night she had been attacked by Malfoy, he had been beside himself with fury and concern. He would have killed the boy if he hadn't noticed Hermione was bloodied, bruised and still on the floor.
Luckily she had passed out after he scooped her up, so he wouldn't have to explain his actions. He had stayed away from the infirmary when she was awake, choosing only to watch over her as she slept. He was relieved to discover that she had only suffered superficial wounds and that he had got there before Malfoy had the chance to penetrate her by force, he would have gladly gone to Azkaban in the name of vengeance, had his goddess been violated.
He new he thought about her more than was entirely appropriate but he couldn't help it.
She consumed his every thought, no matter what it was. Everything academic, he found himself wanting to know her opinion and thoughts on. None of the essay's he graded measured up to her own, often finding he was requiring that standard.
The worst ones were the thoughts he had when he was alone in his bed or had had one to many fire-whisky's.
He would picture her before him, wearing that warm smile she wore for her friends. The sparkle of intelligence in her eyes that, he had come to cherish from his classes. With her arms spread apart reaching for his to embrace.
They were the longed for images.
The ones that left him needing and wanting were his lust filed ones.
The vivid images he would create of her, underneath him withering and screaming or on top of him grinding her self to climax.
The ones where he could picture her silky locks bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock, while she looked at him mischievously with those warm brown eyes.
And what he longed for most of all, his head buried between her legs lapping up her essence from her dripping sex, while screaming his name to the heavens,
He wanted to hold her, claim her and consume her. He would never let her out of his site and he would never let her go.
The only problem was she didn't belong to him and probably never would. Not only that in two weeks she would walk past the Hogwarts gates and out of his life for good.
He couldn't bring himself to allow that to happen.
It was time he spoke to the headmaster....
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A/N: I know I'm an idiot I realise I have two WIP, but never fear I have not abandoned them I'm in the middle of the next chap for 'Tainted Love' and the next one for 'Belle of the Ball' will follow soon after, never fear they're my babies I couldn't just leave them like that.
I had to get this one out, I even shot out of bed to do it lol. I have two other chapters written for it but if you don't let me know you want more I will have to pull it. Please keep in mind that this is unbeta'd.
PLEASE REVIEW. xoxoxox