Chapter 27: Hunter's Sights

Stretched out in bed with Severus Snape had been the last place Hermione Granger thought she would awaken. She vaguely recalled the events leading up to this much needed rest. She had gone to Snape's home the night before and they finally consummated their secret relationship, they returned a bit later than expected and Sirius told them about the attack on Remus and everyone was looking for them. Then Sirius provoked Snape who nearly killed the animagus in a fit of rage before she was able to get him to come back to his room with her in a bid to spare Sirius. Hermione sighed as she turned on her side looking into the pale sleeping face of Severus Snape. He looked considerably younger in sleep then he had during his waking hours. His lengthy raven hair continued to grow and some had been dangling from his forehead that made him seem even more irresistible to the young witch.

Unable to help the giddy after glow of their time together from creeping back uninterrupted this time, she began to kiss his pale flesh softly. Snape let out a masculine grunt and rolled over onto his back. Seeing this as the perfect opportunity, Hermione straddled the sleeping Potions Professor pleased that she had still been in his company.

Fighting the urge to giggle, lest she awaken him, Hermione stroked his exposed pale chest earning another grunt.

Curious, she wondered what else she could do to make him produce another sleep induced sound. With a gleam of mischief behind her amber eyes she trailed her nimble fingers down his chest and toward the waste band of his black trousers. Slowly she unbuttoned them and opened them not making a sound or using too much movement. She had been so busy with her task that she did not note that Snape watched her with one eye open well aware of her mischief.

So the Gryffindor Princess wants to play games with the Head of Slytherin? She'd be a fool to think that she can win.

Snape continued to play sleep as Hermione got familiar with his "better half".

She nearly enveloped him in a vise grip when she felt the sudden pressure of two hands at her wrists.

Hermione let out a shriek and found herself tossed onto the bed as Snape covered her body with his own.

"Naughty little Gryffindor." he teased in his usual deep baritone drawl. "Just what did you think you were doing?"

Hermione blushed realizing she had been had.

"No fair you weren't asleep." she said struggling against his grasp.

"That's right." he replied amused. "And it was lucky I wasn't...who knows what naughty little things you had planned for your poor Potions Professor."

Hermione giggled this time.

Snape wrestled with her on the bed. It seemed an amusing way to pass the time. He got the better of her every time but she had been resourceful.

"Can we do it again?" she asked as he rested his head against her belly and part of his body between her legs.

They had been out of breath but amused just the same. She ran her fingers through his raven hair absently marveling at how soft and well kept it had been. All the rumors about this man had clearly been great exaggerations brought on those that knew nothing of him at all.

"Do what again?" he asked with a lazy air about him that he had not enjoyed since he had been six years old.

"What we did at your place." replied Hermione.

Snape looked up at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Eventually I suppose." he replied still with that lazy air. "Merlin knows I've no need to work up to it."

Hermione smiled.

"Can we do it here?" she asked. "I would hate to spoil the mood by having to change venues."

Snape shook his head. This witch was going to be the death of him but then again he should have expected the onset of virgin lust to make itself known if he didn't do something soon she'd be climbing the walls by supper.

"If that is your wish." he replied. "As I've said I have no need to work up to it."

The bushy haired witch grew excited at the anticipation.

"Can we do it now?" she asked. "Please Severus...I can't stop thinking about you and how you make me feel."

Snape smirked. That was one of the most decent compliments he had gotten in a long while.

"Very well." he replied. "But make sure we use all counter measures this time...If I hadn't stored away that bloody contraceptive potion then..."

Hermione placed a finger to his lips.

"No more talk." she said.

With a wave or her wand the wards went up, the locks abound, and the charm in place.

Snape shook his head again.

"Naughty little Gryffindor." he said in a low growl.

Never one to be outdone, Snape used wand-less magic to remove what was left of their clothing and positioned himself between the slender thighs of the willing young witch before him. She eagerly sat up kissing him feverishly. He supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised by her antics. She was still reeling from the effects of her sexual awakening. The bonus to all this was that he had to do little to no preparation for the witch who had already been ready.

Snape slid into the young witch as before. She had to adjust to him like before mostly due to her not been accustomed to his size. He let out a growl as before loving the feel of her warm depths as the sensations coursed through his body.

The only sound that could be heard between them was their mutual ragged breathing.

"Severus." said Hermione nibbling at the Potions Master's cheek and ear. "More...please."

"So polite." he said as he began to thrust into her.

Snape's ragged breathing increased as he drove himself into the young witch repeatedly.

The world outside Snape's bedroom seemed to cease and they knew only the sound of each other's heart beat.

ELSEWHERE...

The female...soft warm...mine...The wolf had been rejoicing it's triumph. Hermione Granger had finally come to him. He could see her aura as sure as the glow of the moon. So strong. So passionate. The Father has chosen her for me. The Father will be pleased. Our union will please The Father.

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Hircine, Daedric Prince of The Hunt and Father of Man-Beasts watched as his newly acquired "Son", Severus Snape bedded the passionate young witch once more. What a gift to bestow upon on so deserving. The blood moon signaling the hunt had been near and a new wolf spirit was due to find a host. The more Hircine studied Hermione Granger the more she appealed to him.

Yes. This witch. This Mortal was perfect. So very perfect in her passions and the fire in her heart was a bright as any one could see. She would make a perfect daughter.

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Hours Later...

With a guttural cry and a unhinged howl Snape reached his end pulling Hermione along with him. The dour wizard collapsed onto the bed beside the equally spent witch. His raven hair had been soaked with sweat and her bushy brown hair had been as well sticking to the pillow beneath her head. Snape took in a few breaths to steady his heart beat and turned his attention to the exhausted young witch beside him. He wondered how someone so seemingly innocent in sleep could be so naughty when awake given the right motivations.

He kissed her glistening heated body softly.

Much to his shock she didn't bat him away.

"Hmmmm." she said as she curled in sleep. "Severus...so good."

Snape smirked.

While he wasn't a sucker for false praise he did like the idea of someone recognizing his talents, even if it was a young newly sexually awakened witch with no one to compare him to.

"Sleep witch." he said. "I'll ensure no one bothers you."

Snape drifted off to sleep as well.

When they finally awoke Snape conjured a story about Hermione helping him brew a few potions at his private lab in a bid to avert her friend's suspicions, He managed to get a hold of several newly brewed potions before leaving Spinner's End and presented them to the other Order members. Hermione was such an over achiever that everyone bought the lie except Remus Lupin and Sirius Black but then again they had other attributes that made the lie impossible and they had both already been privy to Snape and Hermione's relationship status.

Occasionally, Hermione would run into Snape while helping about the house and he'd give her a knowing grin outside the line of sight of all those not already in on the budding romance. She would return it and did her best to be as much of a tease as possible to get back at him for his frequent "insolent girl" and "Insufferable know it-all" comments.

It was too bad that Summer had to end and school would begin again. She had no idea how they were going to find time for each other in the coming days. Still, she knew it was worth it to be patient and wait on the Slytherin, he would come up with something, it was in his nature to.