Chapter 76: Floral Heat

Snape's Quarters, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

It had been quite drafty in Snape's quarters, certainly more drafty than Hermione had recalled it being the last time she had been inside. The Potions Master unbuttoned his trademark ebony frock coat tossing it onto a nearby chair as he continued to move as swiftly through his living quarters as he had his freezing witch did her best to keep up with her lover's quick strides but he had quite the advantage given that his legs were longer. She managed to reach his private potions room. He had been slumped over a table staring rather intently at the shifting bloom he had managed to preserve for all these long months since it's discovery.

Hermione had been quite surprised to find that it sprouted new smaller pods as it continued to shift colors. She had not wished to ingest such a beautiful plant but it was vital to her and Severus' relationship and would cement their bond even in Hircine's world. Snape seemed poised as he watched the bloom with little to no emotion.

Taking it upon herself to get things started, Hermione pulled the bloom from it's place on Severus' back shelf and lifted the protections on it. Snape remained glued to the same spot with his obsidian gaze focused on it as the colors shifted more rapidly. If the plant had been any indication, it had seemed Severus' internal conflict was quite visible due to The Rivermist Plant.

"Are you ready?" asked the witch as she broke a piece of the plant off from the main stem and held it up for her werewolf lover.

Snape seemed to be in some kind of a trance before she offered the rapidly shifting plant to him. It had surprised her that instead of taking it with his own hand that he leaned forward and ate the shifting bloom from her finger tips licking them in the process. Hermione did her best to ignore the heat that passed through her in the wake of this and proceeded to break a piece of the bloom for herself.

The Potions Professor grabbed her wrist gently and prevented her from eating it of her own accord. He in turn fed her the plant as she had him. The witch began to understand that this had been the proper way to initiate the bonding and the symbol of trust between the two of them. The two lovers fed the remained of the plant to each other and stared into each other's eyes as the strange effects of the plant took hold of them.

Hermione had noticed the intense heat for the first time and began fanning herself as she moved from the private potions room and into her lover's bedroom. Snape followed discarding his long sleeve white shirt and the belt to his ebony trousers along the way. The heated witch found herself stripping off her tie and vest casting them along the floor as Snape finished shoving his trousers down to his ankles and stepping out of them. Whatever was left of their attire had been spelled away as the werewolf Potions Professor glared at his young witch lover from across the bedroom.

The intense desire to claim her filled him and for once, Severus Snape had not objected to the call of the beast blood. He leapt onto the bed and scooped the unsuspecting witch into his arms like prey during a wild hunt. His pale lips crushed against her exposed neck and his hands roamed her supple flesh freely.

Feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest, Hermione noted the exact same thing happening to Severus as he pressed his pale naked body harder into hers. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she found herself being pressed between her lover and the mattress stomach first as she gripped the unmade sheets. Letting lose a feral growl, Snape positioned himself behind his young lover and impaled the unsuspecting witch onto his pulsing appendage.

Another growl escaped him as he began to thrust like a madman into her warm depths. Hermione had been gripping the bed as if it had been for dear life as the sweat began to pour off the two rutting lovers. She had no idea the plant had this kind of effect once it had been consumed. She suspected it was the reason it appeared for lovers.

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The Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Harry Potter had been pacing back n forth for what seemed like hours. He had not seen Hermione since breakfast and had been quite worried about her. He had also found it strange that he had not seen Snape lurking about in the shadows ready to swoop down upon any unsuspecting students but he didn't much care for not seeing Snape. In fact the longer he went without having to look at the greasy git the better his day went.

Still, it wasn't like Hermione to just disappear especially when they still had classes to attend to. Feeling anxious enough with Voldemort invading his dreams and terrified at the out come of someone possibly harming his best friend, Harry turned to the one thing in his arsenal that would give him a straight answer no matter what.

The stressed Gryffindor pulled out the legendary Marauder's map in a bid to locate his friend. He noted that Dumbledore had been pacing about in his office, a usual thing given the progression of the war. Most of the students were in class, including Ron at this hour. Harry himself had not been feeling well and was excused by Professor McGonagall from the remainder of his classes given his lack of sleep.

The green eyed wizard had thought it strange that Snape had not been in class given that he was to teach the upcoming Potions course for the Slytherin-Gryffindor class Ron was attending. A bit more careful scanning of the map revealed that Snape was still very much at Hogwarts despite not being in class and that he had been in his private quarters within the Slytherin Dungeons.

What had been alarming was that he had not been alone.

Hermione's name had been floating close to Snape's and the questions seemed to come from deep within his mind as he tried to make sense of why his best friend would be in Snape's private quarters at this time of the day with their names so close together.

The emerald green eyes of Harry James Potter widened with embittered recognition as he closed the map and stuffed it in a place that no one would be able to see it.

Hermione was shagging Snape.

It all seemed to make perfect sense given what they had been through in the wilderness during Umbridge's reign of terror at Hogwarts. The strange she-wolf had been right all along. His best friend was shagging his most hated enemy and he was their bloody Professor for Merlin's sake. A quiet rage filled Harry Potter as he climbed into his bed awaiting the next great excuse his friend would have for doing something so stupid and irresponsible. There was also the bonus of Snape being fired for having sex with his student...his under aged student at that.

The angry boy who lived had been thinking of all sorts of ways to expose Snape's corruption and finally be rid of him once and for all.