To Ensnare The Senses SSHG

A SSHG fanfic by Severus Sortiarius

A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.

{AU: Repeat 6th Year Hermione Granger uses Polyjuice Potion to help Harry and Ron out of another jam and ends up creating an alternate identity, things get more complicated when Hermione finds herself drawn to the mysterious Potions Professor and uses the potion even after her helping Harry and Ron has concluded. To make matters worse the dour Severus Snape falls head over heel in love with her...}

WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE, Sexual Content, Language, Mature Themes, Violence, ECT...

{"I'll let you show me his moves...Let you do what he taught you...Let you reminisce how you used, to do...Girl I'm open to anything that'll get you into that zone...And understand that we're all alone...So you can slowly take off your clothes...Baby girl you know what's in store...And baby I will stay up all night...I've been goin' hard since last night...And I'mma go harder tonight...Wish you could see you through my eyes...Ooh I'm telling you this ain't the same...And I know he's still in your brain...I'm 'bout to burn that shit into flames..."}Outside,The Weeknd

A/N: This is a re-post...As I recall this chapter was a favorite of one of my reviewers...I wanted to see if I could improve upon it...}

Prologue: A Night In His Arms

Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...

A thin silver mirror hung along a beaten gray wall in the small cramped bathroom of Hogwarts Potions Professor Severus Snape's childhood home a forgotten corner of the world appropriately dubbed Spinner's End formerly a prime location of a well producing textile mill. The seemingly pale flesh of a very beautiful woman with lengthy auburn curls stared rather dispassionately at her own reflection. The chill of the morning air had had been all around her, sending goose-pimples down her exposed flesh. Her slender frame bare before all who would look upon her as, her supple breasts reacted to the bitter cold as well as the slight shiver that ran down her spine.

Warm amber eyes searched for a way out.

A fleeting moment of desperation that seemed to be in vain.

He was sleeping now.

She had known as much before she had quietly slipped out of bed. She could still smell his lingering male scent on her glistening skin as she stood gaping at herself. The slick moisture running down her thighs accompanied by slight pain. When she first awoke, it was to relieve the ache in her bladder from all the liquids she had consumed the night before. The naked woman with auburn curls had given little thought of the lightly snoring pale form beside her in the rather tight fitting bed.

Crisp black sheets tangled about their respective limbs. And a black comforter draped across the bed in such a way that it dragged across the hard wood floor. She did not remark on the light colors of the decor nor the obvious signs of youthful hope that had surrounded them. From what she could recall from the previous night, he had been loathed to enter the room just at the end of the long and narrow upstairs hall.

She had not meant for any of this to happen. Everything had been something of a blur as she was lead passed the nearly barren sitting room with it's threadbare furniture and numerous rows of book shelves stuffed full of dust covered leather bound volumes. Her mind was a mix of sensations she had no name for as the heat that enveloped her slender body only contributed to the angst she was feeling. The taste of something had been on her tongue. A wine he had given her a clever mix of Passion fruit, Passion flower, and the finest red grapes English pounds converted into wizarding galleons could buy. The taste had been fairly sweet as it slid down her tongue from the first sip to the last.

Morganna's Rose, it was called and rightfully so now that she thought about it.

She knew that there was something more added to the mix, she could feel the swirl of magic as it took hold of her.

Perhaps a hint of a love potion?

Maybe a lust potion had been infused with the wine?

Perhaps that was why it had been so easy for her to take leave of her senses and indulge her most secret of fantasies?

She could hardly decipher which as the warmth that filled her increased running rampant though out her youthful body.

He had told her that he was saving it for a special occasion.

After the first glass, she felt warm and tingly all over. He seemed to laugh more as well. So long gone was the rigid posturing and the intellectual lashes. His eyes grew dark with arousal and before they knew it he had her pinned against the sofa. The weight of his pale lean form on slender seemingly elegant frame as she reveled in his soft precise kisses had been almost palpable as her mind traveled back to that night.

He seemed to delight in having a warm and willing young woman in his grasp. Even remarked that she had been the first and only woman he had ever brought to this place, not even during his misspent youth did he manage such a feat.

His hands were all over her body further increasing the heat as his wild obsidian orbs glowed with desire unheard of. She had not been able to ignore the sensations running through her body as her brain attempted to scream at her how wrong this had all been. The moment his normally cruel pale lips crushed against the sweat prickled flesh of her exposed neck all protests to what was about to happen next subsided.

An animalistic groan escaped from him as he pressed his lean hard hard body against hers.

"Fuck." he hissed taking hold of her slender but surprisingly enticing hips.

A moan escaped from the depths of her being that she had known nothing about as the same lengthy pale fingers stroked her covered flesh.

"Please..." she moaned trying to formulate a single high functioning thought as to what she truly wanted from him.

His animalistic grunt had been part of the reply as both of them began to shed their attire casually tossing the obstructing clothing anyway they felt in order to alleviate the intense heat that enveloped them.

A feeling of urgency propelled him to lift the now naked amber haired witch off the hard wood floor as she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. There was a mutual groan of satisfaction as their naked bodies made contact but it did little to ease the burning heat that held it's control over them. With a small amount of force, She found herself pinned to a wall with fifties style wall paper.

The pale lean form of the acutely aggressive man had been littered with scars and rippled with muscle mass. This had been surprising to her as she leaned against the wall attempting to catch her breath as he continued to press his equally sweat prickled pale body against hers.

In the heat of the moment she blurted out how she had been a virgin. He stopped for a moment giving her time to consider wither or not she wanted to proceed. Touched by his obvious concern she gave him, her permission to seek out his pleasures with her. The promise of love and devotion behind his normally rage smoldering eyes of the darkest obsidian, alluring in their mystery and daring in the prospects they held in terms of passion.

He seemed to delight in having a warm and willing young woman in his grasp. Even remarked that she had been the first and only woman he had ever brought to this place, not even during his misspent youth did he manage such a feat.

The intense sting of his entry following her given permission, anything it seemed to quell the heated ache within her, his lean pale body drove into hers rapidly trying to sate the overwhelming lust between them.

Once the intimate contact had been initiated, she was able to make sense of her body's longing for the dour man between her thighs. The wine had indeed been laced with a lust potion and it was working it's terrible magic on the both of them. If he had any plans at all to take things slowly, the potion had thwarted that.

Unsatisfied with the current state of their affair, he lifted her off the wall and carried her up the stairs toward his bedroom. The narrow hall had been eerie at first glance and seemingly frozen in time.

She underestimated how strong he had been.

She had found over the course of the weeks she had spent with him, she had underestimated a lot about him.

The enchanting scent of herbs and fresh earth mixed with faint trace of male musk had been the most intense of fragrances that bombarded her slightly sensitive nostrils as she fought to gather her thoughts. She knew she should have stopped him but the intense euphoria she felt at having him probe the forbidden depths of her very being was all too much for her rational mind to comprehend.

Before she knew it, she felt her back pressed against a rather plush mattress sheets of onyx tangled about her limbs as her pale lover thrust into her from above, the veins in his neck bulging and contracting as he focused all of his longing into powerful slow movements. A sudden jolt caused her supple breasts to bounce rather comically given the situation and had she been at the mercy of a mere school boy they would have seen the humor in them. Fortunately for the sensation driven woman, she was at the mercy of a man. A man not only capable of performing amazing feats of strength in the heat of the moment but driven by absolute desire.

Given his hurried pace, it wasn't long before she felt the rush of his release bringing on the intense wave from deep within her. Through panted breath, he kissed her reassuring her of his interest in her despite having achieved his goal of bedding her. She looked up at him with hooded eyes of amber as he ran his fingers through her sweat slick auburn hair.

It was clear once the cloud of lust had lifted from the both of them that they had taken things a lot further than either one of them anticipated thanks in large part due to the wine. He seemed to not the stream of silent tears that slid down her supple cheeks. He seemed rather sympathetic to her distress recalling briefly that she had been a virgin before the night's events.

"Trust me." he said softly noting the look of panic that filed across her lovely young face. "I would never hurt you."

As his words slipped passed her ears and into her mind tears of guilt streamed down her supple cheeks.

She knew that he would never hurt her.

He had protected her from any and all harm even before he knew her name.

She knew him rather well and had spent quite a few years studying under him. Her unchecked tears only seemed to make him strive to be more tender and affectionate toward her despite her feelings of immense guilt getting the better of her.

She had never thought him capable of such sweetness.

His normal attitude ran along the lines of being the meanest, most unfeeling man she had ever met.

She had known all along that he was a wizard.

A fact that he seemed to try and keep hidden from her despite their apparent closeness, and why shouldn't he?

He believed her to be a mere muggle librarian who had never used magic a day in her life.

She could still feel him, he had not at all been finished with their coupling despite the wine's effects wearing off. He thrust into her once more groaning from the rapid sensation and causing her to release a strangled moan in the process.

His obsidian eyes met her amber ones and she could hear him drawl out words of encouragement and praise.

Words she had never heard from him while taking any of his classes.

He had told her he taught chemistry to a bunch of dunderheads in a prestigious school for gifted youths.

Not entirely a lie but also not the actual truth.

She knew the school.

She had been a student there for a few years before this.

Although, if she had to give a muggle a description of it she would have used the exact same one.

As time passed and feelings of pleasure overwhelmed her, she found herself finding it hard to distinguish the man between her thighs from the harsh Professor she had known so long.

Never before would she have imagined that a bookworm like her could experience carnal bliss to the likes of which this dour man had been giving her.

Never before would she have imagined that her Potions Master being inside of her inner most self would be the source of this bliss.

When they finally reached their release he had been gently rocking her through wave after wave of intense euphoria.

Afterwards, he held her in his arms as she rested her head against his chest finding herself lulled to sleep at the sound of his contented breathing.

When she awoke to the sensation of needing to use the loo, she gently worked her way out of his grasp careful as not to wake him.

He shifted some grunting in his sleep before she heard his words making her both freeze where she stood and her heart pound in her chest.

"Where are you going?" he asked in an innocent tone, his raven hair a mess spilling into the front of his sallow pale face.

"To the loo." she replied. "I'll be just a moment."

"Hurry back." he had said with a rather lazy smile filed across his sallow pale face before drifting back off into a contented slumber.

She hurried to the bathroom closing the door behind her terrified of the ramifications of what had just transpired between the two of them. It didn't take her long to note that his bathroom had been quite small and possibly a magical addition to the house given it had been in the same space as his magically expanded bedroom.

The walls were gray from what she could tell given the poor lighting, and the mirror had been cracked some as if someone had deliberately driven their fist into it. An eerie chill filled her as she stared at her slightly recognizable reflection, the shock had still been evident in her expression.

It would not have been so bad if they were simply just two lovers spending the afternoon together. It had been an appealing idea of course to pretend that this was only about two contented lovers.

Except for one thing:

He believed her to be Virginia Holton, a muggle librarian from London, whom had gone to college but had genuine interest in chemistry and all things literary. She had been an avid reader, and well verse in literature as well as chemistry though she was yet to get a degree in the subject, a straight A student all her life and an all around down to earth kind of girl.

The dour wizard had easily fallen for her.

At first he had been put off by her obvious interest.

Even questioned her sanity when she tried to pick him up in a muggle book store.

Her flirtatious advances did not go unnoticed though her subtlety left alot to be desired.

He suggested in so many words that she would make an excellent Gryffindor.

"Given to foolish sentiments and misplaced bravado."

She should have taken offense, but knew she couldn't without making him suspicious.

She had to be careful.

There was no way that Severus Snape could ever find out that his Virginia Holton had been none other than his student Hermione Jean Granger in polyjuice form.

When it started out she had not wanted to fool Severus but Harry and Ron needed her help.

When they began to casually run into each other, Snape had started to accept her imposing company.

Unable to give up a chance to get to know him better Hermione found herself caught between her life as Virginia in the company of an intelligent and charming man and her own life with Ronald Weasley chasing after her every second in a bid to get her to date him after that one kiss during the final battle.

As she sifted through her thoughts, she heard him at the door.

"Virginia." he called in a rather sleep thick tone. "Are you alright love?"

Hermione took a deep breath to composed herself. He couldn't find out the truth about her. He couldn't know that she was an impostor, it would surely break his already fragile heart.

"I'll be there in a moment love." she called back her London accent thick and masking the panic that filled her.

She had no idea that things were going to turn out like this when Harry and Ron convinced her to help them all those months ago...