Perilous Potions
Title: Perilous Potions
Team: Spy for the Order
Challenge: Pumpkin Challenge
Rating: R
Characters: Severus, Hermione
Word Count: Drabble- 700 words total
Disclaimer: Not mine. See JKR.
Donation: Hmm... Still haven't found an alliance... Well, I already have one made up for this challenge, but I left that at home *sigh* so I can't post it until later... I was going to dedicate these points to the Death Eaters (because of the dark undertone), but that would be silly, seeing as I'm donating my other story's points to the Order. So, Order of the Phoenix, here you go! Enjoy!
PART 1
“Diffindo!”
The door sprang open and Hermione found herself staring at a calm and composed Severus Snape. The man had obviously been aware of her presence before she even opened the door.
“Miss Granger. What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor?” He droned.
“How did you know it was me?” She whispered, still in shock at facing her ex-professor face to face.
“They are called wards, Miss Granger. Surely a witch in her seventh year at Hogwarts knows what wards are.”
She swallowed hard. “How could you do it?” She cried, anger flashing in her eyes.
PART 2
He snickered.
“You were a member of the Order!” She screamed.
“I am a Death Eater.” He said in a dangerously low voice.
“I trusted you!”
“Yes, you did… and it seems you have still not learned your lesson.” He replied.
“You wouldn’t harm me…” She said shakily.
“Make no mistake about this, Miss Granger… I would indeed hurt you. You were very foolish indeed to come here alone.”
“The aurors are on their way.” She replied in the strongest voice she could muster.
“No, they are not.” He answered.
“How would you- oh…” She looked at her feet. “Legillimency.”
PART 3
“Yes, Miss Granger… legillimency. That, and you are a pathetic liar.” He replied.
She raised her wand toward his throat. “I could kill you right now.” She seethed.
“You are no match for me in a duel, Miss Granger. Now, have a seat, and I shall tell you what you wish to know.” He said.
“How do I know that I can trust you?” She asked.
“You do not have a choice.” He answered.
He motioned toward the sofa that stood against the left wall of the room and she sat, awaiting his answers to her long sought after questions.
PART 4
He left the room for a short moment, then re-entered with two full glasses.
“Have some pumpkin juice, Miss Granger. It is Halloween, after all.”
She took the glass and sat, waiting for him to speak.
“What is it you wish to know, Miss Granger?” He asked, standing a few feet in front of her.
She took a sip of her pumpkin juice and looked up at him. “Why did you do it?” She whispered.
He smirked and took a step towards her. “Is that what you really want to know, Miss Granger?”
Suddenly she felt oddly pulled towards him.
PART 5
She felt a flush creep up into her cheeks and could not help but stare into his dark, unexpectedly attractive obsidian eyes.
“Do you not want me, Miss Granger?” He whispered in his sexiest of voices, bending dangerously close to her ear.
“Oh, gods yes!” She exclaimed with a shiver as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He led her to the bedroom and proceeded to undress her. Her skin felt on fire everywhere he touched. Her lips twitched when his face came close to hers, and her legs quivered in anticipation of their impending coupling.
PART 6
She cried out his name in pleasure when he entered her, and came with a fierceness she’d never before experienced when he thrust into her for the tenth and final time.
As soon as their encounter was over, she fell into a deep, unhindered sleep. She didn’t feel the mattress shift when he moved her from his four poster, nor did she feel the sharp tug at her navel that signaled an apparition. In fact, she didn’t awaken until she was far too far away from her normal surroundings to have any idea what had happened or where she was.
PART 7
She awoke in a dark, musty smelling room, her wrists bound and hung above her head, her ankles shackled to the wall behind her.
“What the fuck? Where am I!” She shouted into the darkness.
“Lumos.” She heard him say.
Instantly there was a wane light in the room and she was just able to see him standing in front of her, a devilish look in his eyes.
“What have you done to me?” She whispered, one lone tear streaming down her face.
“I have taught you one final lesson, Miss Granger. Never trust pumpkin juice from a Death Eater.”