This is another Snape and Hermione Fiction, but it will be longer and have more detail than my two shot.
Warning Snape is dark and dominant, but he does love Hermione
It will be a little different to the books, for example Dumbledore is still alive, both of twins are and the final battle never happened but voldemort was still defeated
Hermione will be seventeen at the beginning of my story!
This first chapter will be quite short as it is just a taste of what's to come.
I do not own harry potter
Oh Merlin, how did I let this happen? Why would I do it? I am Hermione Jean Granger for gods sake and I don't do one night stands, upon till last night I was a virgin.
I glance over at the pale body laying right next to me and sigh; this is without a doubt one of those mistakes that will come back to haunt me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Debating my options for just a second before leaping into action, I jump up from the bed and hurriedly scramble to grab all of my clothes, I do not want to be here when he wakes up, that would just be mortifying; I bet that he is already regretting what we did. I know that I am.
Okay that is not entirely true, I have been fantasising about him for a long time, but there is a difference between fantasy and reality, right?
However a small annoying part aknowleges that it surpassed my expectations in so many ways, but now that the heat of the moment is gone I am just left feel embarrassed and dare I say... scared? He is going to make my life a living hell after this, I just know he is. Perhaps I deserve it, I shouldn't have drank so much last night, I was just upset about Ronald and Lavender.
"Hermione dear Welcome, it's good to have you here" Mrs. Weasley exclaims as soon as I enter the burrow.
I smile instantly feeling at home. "I'm glad to be here" I tell her as she wraps her arms around me, I quickly return the hug, enjoying the feeling of being in her arms; Mrs. Weasley is like my second mother to me, and the burrow like a second home.
"Ronald's upstairs dear" she says, a knowing smile gracing her face which of course causes small blush to creep up my neck and stain my cheeks. Does everyone know about my… crush on Ron? Not that it really matters; I don't think that it will be long before we become official. He has been dropping hints recently and even Harry says that is only a matter of time.
"I better go up and say Hi" I say turning and practically running up the stairs, it will be good to see my friends again; I haven't seen them since summer began
I reach his door and push it open, my eyes widen andI gasp at the scene I see before me, there is Ronald with his lips locked onto none other than Lavender brown. I feel as though my heart is about the break in two as tears form in my eyes.
"What's going on here?"
Two pairs of eyes turn to look at me. Ron's face becoming even paler than usual as he realises that I am here. "Hermione your early" he mumbles out lamely, causing me to just shake my head in disgust.
I don't even acknowledge his words " I thought that I meant something to you, but clearly I was mistaken" I say, the tears finally beginning to escape and spill slowly down my cheeks at their betrayal.
"Hermione, you know that I have feelings for you" he starts, causing me to scoff; I do not believe that for one second! "But you are not my girlfriend, so I'm free to do whatever the hell I want to" he says, his face turning red.
I just shake my head "anything we had between us is over" I say, my voice surprisingly strong, as I turn and flee from the room.
I am Hermione Granger and no man can break me.
I was wrong though there is a serious chance that the man lying on the bed, just may be able to do that. I quickly finish dressing before grabbing a pen and the paper of the nightstand
I'm so so sorry about last night.
Let's just forget it ever happened.
Satisfied with the note, I smile, maybe I shall be spared the humiliation once he realises just how sorry I am, I turn and head out of the door.
As I walk down the streets of London, I cannot help but wonder if people can tell what I have just done, that I've just had sex. However I dismiss the irrational thought.
Turning I enter the coffee shop seeing just the blonde head that I was looking for. I make my way over to the table and sit down. "Hermione! Finally I have been waiting here for the past ten minutes" he says in a huff, causing me to giggle at him despite my mood.
"Sorry I just.." could I really tell him what I did. "I had sex last night" I say eventually, causing him eyebrows to quirk upwards.
"With who Hermione, don't tell me it was Weasley" he says a look of pure hatred on his face, well I could relate to that.
"Who.." he asks, leaning across the table towards me.