Author: Macbeth2 PM
Harry and Hermione are dating, but Hermione has a hot affair going on on the side. What happens when everyone finds out,and what happens when something else is found out too? HHr short, HGSS, HPLL. Rated M for sexual lime scenes. ON HIATUS FOR NOW! HELP!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Hermione G. & Severus S. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,846 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 02-20-09 - Published: 11-03-07 - id: 3872445
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A/N: I decided to challenge myself and write a fic about a pairing that I didn't like that much. That pairing is Hermione/Snape. It (miraculously) doesn't have a song attached to it. This chapter is where Harry finds out Hermione's secret. I'm sorry if it's a little cliche...
Please review, whether you like it or hate it, but don't flame me. It's useless and I will just insult you, so don't bother.
!!WARNINGS!! There is questionable languege and a lime scene. Other than that, it's only the pairing itself that you have to be worried about.
Hermione walked to Potion's with Harry, deep in thought about what to do about her present predicament. Beside her, Harry was rubbing at his forehead, trying yet again to stop the headache like pain pulsing and throbbing from the scar on his head. It had been like this for weeks and, not whating to worry his friends, he hadn't said anything. Voldemort had finally been defeated a little over six months ago, and because most of the Order had died in the process - Dumbledore included - he had no one to talk to about the strange agony coming from the scar on his head.
"Hey, Potter! What is it now..." was all Harry heard of Draco Malfoy's taunt before he zoned his arch nemisis out. He looked over at Hermione, irritated wither her for not paying any attention to him all morning. He cursed silently under his breath at her. "She's my fucking girlfriend, after all' he fumed under his breath, not caring whether or not she heard.
"What was that, Harry? I didn't quite hear you," Hermione asked him vaguely, although she knew she didn't care about his answer. But before he could answer, they arrived at the dungeon classroom and made their way to their usual seats at the back mere seconds before Snape swept into the room, leaving Hermione shivering behind him. She felt heat stir in her stomach, and felt it grow larger and go farther south with every word he said, before her fingers were sneaking under the desk to try and quench her desperate lust.
"...The directions are on the board," Snape finished his speech, tapping his wand on the blackboard while the directions to the potion appeared. Hermione snapped out of her desireous trance and went up to get the ingrediants while Harry set up the cauldron. They worked together soundlessly for entirety of the two periods.
"You go on, Harry. I'll catch up later; I need to ask Snape a question, okay?" Harry nodded, hiding his anger, and told her he'd see her at lunch before striding quickly out of the room. He pulled his Invisibility Cloak out of the pocket of his robes adn snuck back into the room. He stifled a cry of fury and disgust at what he saw.
Hermione moaned as her Potion's professer pushed her into the wall as they kissed hungrily and passionately. Harry looked on, too stunned to move. He watched in horrid fascination as his most loathed professer stuck his hands up his girlfriend's shirt while she moaned again, even louder.
Hermione, desperate to have her lover's hands everywhere, frantically tangled her hands in her shirt trying to unbutton it. Snape took pity on her, and finished her task, easy with his long, slender hands. And then those hands were all over her body and Hermione was moaning so very loudly.
With this, Harry broke out of his terrible trance and ran without stopping to the Great Hall, just barely remembering to take the Invisibility Cloak off before entering and sitting down roughly next to Ron.
"Hey mate, there you are! Where's Hermione?" Ron asked, confused. Harry shuddered and rolled his eyes, tryihng to get the filthy image out of his mind, trying whether or not to tell his best friend about his...discovery. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, rolling his eyes again. Ron looked curious, curious about his friend's angrily strong reaction to such a simple question. He had noticed a riff quickly growing between his best friends, but he didn't think Harry had noticed it.
"Ron, she's cheating on my. And you won't believe who with," Harry said sadly, sounding sad and defeated. He looked at his very first friend, looked at him with tears in his eyes, feeling like he was about to fall apart. He saw through terribly blurred eyes Ron and Ginny coming around to comfort him. They were talking to him, asking him a question.
"It's Snape! Professer Snape, she's fucking Professer Snape!" he crued through his tears and as he did, Hermione came into the Great Hall. In that moment, everyone in the Hall looked up at her. She gasped, looked around at all the students gaping at her, and ran. Harry impulsively jumped out of his seat and ran after her. He knew exactly where to look. He went directly to a space of wall he seen many different times before, and for many different reasons.
"I need a place to be alone. I need a place to be alone. I need a place to be alone," Harry chanted to himself, and when he finished the third round, a familiar door appeared in the usually blank expanse of wall. He opened it. When he walked in, he saw Hermione curled up on a couch, crying her eyes out. All of a sudden, almost all of Harry's anger dissolved instantly at the sight of his girlfriend's tears. She looked up when she heard the door close, and her faced turned tomato red through the tears freely streaming down her face, resembling a great beautiful waterfall.
"Harry, please don't yell at me. Not now," she said pitifully, and Harry knew that at this rate, he going to have a hard time being angry at all. How could he, when she was looking at him like that, looking at him like a little girl caught stealing by the owner of her favorite store. She was looking at him so sadly, so pitifully, that he felt his heart lurch with queasiness at the thought of even glaring at her.
"I'm not going to yell at you, just. Why? Why an affair; why him, of all the fucking people, you had to choose him? If you wanted sex, I'd give you sex; God knows I wouldn't mind, Hermione!" Harry said, breaking his promise not to yell at her, and then waited. He sat down across from her, and watched with interest the emotions quickly flying across her face. There was confusion, fear, sadness, anxiousness and, finally, resignation and defeat as she consigned to the fact that she was going to have to tell him. For a minute after that, Harry watched with fascination as she made to apparenly gather her considerable courage to explain herself.
"I don't know, Harry. I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with you, but...I think I-I'm in, er, lust with him. It's nothing but sex, not that that's very comforting, I'm sure, but I promise. It's only sex, and I don't know why I only want it with him, but I do," she said finally. With this she looked up at Harry, trying to gauge his reaction to her words, but found him totally unreadable. She kept looking up at him, waiting for some sort of reaction, any reaction at all from him. He wouldn't look at her, he just stared intently at his fingers and feet, as if hiding something on his face. Then suddenly, as quickly as his anger had resolved, it came back again, and when he looked up, Hermione cringed at what she saw on his face, in his eyes. She cringed at the violent rage written all over his face. He was beyond furious.
"Harry--" Hermione started, but Harry interrupted her harshly.
"No Hermione. Now it's my turn to talk," he started haltingly, as if desperately trying to stop his voice from trembling, "so in light of this recent...development, I think it would be best if we...go our seperate ways. See ya, Hermione," Harry finished with shakily controlled heartbreak and fury. He silently got up off the couch he had been sitting on, and walked out the door without looking back.