Scarlet Women Chapter 11
Hermione woke up groggily with a persistent pressure on her bladder. She tried to move but found it much more difficult than usual.
It could have been the arm flung over her. She looked down and examined the small black hairs on the back of Snapes fingers. She reached up and stroked one. He stirred with a groan and turned over, scooting her off the rug and onto the cold stone floor with one firm nudge.
She squeaked in surprise and jumped to her feet. Hermione looked at him, curled up in a ball in front of the enchanted still blazing fire. The gray light of dawn filtered through the window.
It probably would be the best thing to go. Classes would be starting in a few hours and Hermione thought it in her best interest to emerge from her rooms in the usual way in the morning. She’d have plenty of time to talk to Ginny before breakfast.
Her heart still sunk at the thought of Draco having Ginny on Snapes desk. Snapes desk, of all places! No doubt Snape would make Ginny pay for it somehow. Hermione thought of Ginny. The way the light played in her hair during sunset in late August. The way her eyes sparkled like gems and ginger freckles sprinkled over her body.
It wasn’t fair! Harry was born a hero. Ron was going to play a silly game his whole life and get paid massive amounts of Galleons for it. Draco was so handsome he could have anyone in the school, practically, why did he have to have Ginny? And for that matter, what did Ginny have to go and fall in love with a boy for?
A loud snore rose from the floor, stopping her train of thought. She looked down at the tousle of black hair poking out from under a large black cloak that once covered them both.
He was incredible. She had no idea he had been pent up. Hermione silently mused to herself how long he’d been in that state. It may account for being such a miserable bastard nine times out of ten.
She shivered slightly, remembering his touch, and felt herself becoming aroused. This did not help the bladder situation any. She grabbed her velvet wrap, now straying across the green leather sofa and hastily began arranging it.
“Morning,” she heard a velvet voice rumble behind her.
She turned to see half of Snapes face gazing at her. The other half was covered by an unruly mess of hair.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” she said, an eyebrow quirked.
“Always one step ahead of the game, aren’t you? I suppose it would be best if the entire population of the school didn’t know we…” his voice trailed off and he nodded at her, as if it explained everything.
“Probably,” she said with a small laugh, “But really, I have to go to the loo.”
“You can use mine, “ he gestured to his personal chambers. “They’re through there.”
“Thank you,” Hermione said hurriedly before walking quickly through the door to his bedroom.
She got a quick glimpse of his room before crashing through the door to his bathroom. From what she could tell it was orderly and had a lot off wood. She’d have to get a better look after she used the facilities.
“Oh! What?!” she exclaimed upon entering the bathroom. She heard a soft chuckle from a room away.
The room was nearly as big as the bedroom. It had to be at least 10 meters wide and 15 meters deep with no windows. The light seemed to come from within the walls themselves. At the far end she saw a bathtub much like the prefects tub with all sorts of nozzles and knobs. It ran the entire width of the room and jutted out 3 meters. It was set into a raised portion of the room, three steps leading up to it. Above it, a fresco of the sea was carved out of white rock. Dozens of different types of fish layered over each other, dodging through the water currents that seemed to move. One of the fish, a large coy jutted out over the tub. It’s mouth was open and Hermione saw what looked like a carved shaft going into the wall.
‘Nice shower,’ she thought to herself as she closed the door behind her.
The whole room seemed to be made of the same material. Only as she sat, examining her surroundings did she realize what it was made of. Porcelain. It was an entire room constructed of porcelain. Most of it was rough and unglazed, but it was beautiful. No wonder the walls glowed, they had some type of light source behind them, probably nothing fancier than torches.
Snowy white towels bedecked three racks on the opposite wall from the toilet, near to the steps of the tub. Hermione rose, flushed and went to wash her hands. She noticed immediately the mirror did not comment on her at all. The cake of soap smelled faintly astringent. She shrugged and figured if she worked around potentially dangerous substances all day she’d probably be as utilitarian.
She suddenly realized she was nude. She had been undressed a moment before, and certainly appeared before him much more …..she blushed at the thought. Well she had no choice. She grabbed the handle and found herself in Snapes bedroom.
Light flooded through a large window overlooking the lake. The lake?
“We shouldn’t be able to see the lake from here,” Hermione called out, suddenly realizing he may have gone back to sleep and didn’t want any loud noises.
She found herself to be wrong, however, when he appeared in the doorway with the cloak wrapped hastily around his waist.
“Want to be let in on a Hogwart’s secret?” he asked.
“Sure,” Hermione said climbing onto the bed to get a better view.
“I have a room at the top of one of the towers,” he smirked.
“I can see that,” Hermione said. “But we entered in the dungeons.”
“You can actually get to my chambers from a number of locations in the castle. You just have to know the right painting and the right password.”
“Can you exit from any of the portals?” Hermione asked suddenly.
“Yes,” Snape said hesitantly.
“So that’s how you move around so fast!” Hermione exclaimed.
He grinned slightly. Then he walked over and put a hand at the base of her spine. It eased around her waist and he looked out the window with her. Then he placed a kiss on her temple.
“I’ve got to go,” she said quietly. Then she turned her face to his and kissed him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
And so she gathered up her things and went. He muttered a word for her and she found herself not too far from the Gryffindor common room.
Severus sat alone, gazing into his fire for a long time before getting up to prepare for his morning classes.
Hermione approached the Fat Lady’s gaze trepedatiously.
“And just where have you been?” the Fat Lady asked suspiciously.
“Fell asleep in the library,” Hermione said.
“Wearing that?” the Fat Lady narrowed her eyes at Hermione, who hadn’t rewrapped herself so much as just tossed the wrap over her hastily.
“Edison Museum,” said Hermione flatly and the portal swung open.
No one was in the common room yet. Good. She approached a portrait of a sitting lion.
“Alohamora,” she said.
Crookshanks meowed, obviously annoyed at her.
“I’m sorry, Crookshanks,” Hermione said scratching his ears. “It’s been a helluva night.”
Crookshanks purred delightedly at the attention and submitted to being scooped up and cuddled.
Hermione’s study was purely functional. One wall held the door and a bookshelf. The wall to the right of the entrance had a large fireplace set into the wall with a large mirror over it. It also had the door to her bedroom set into it and a small bookshelf. The wall opposite from the fireplace was lined from top to bottom with books. There were small stacks of notebooks on the floor, near the wall. At the far end of the room was a window, not overlooking the lake, but the forest. And a small table of plants growing beneath it.
The room held a desk, a chair, and a burgundy couch in front of the fire.
Hermione opened the door to her room and viewed a sight she didn’t expect to see.
Ginny was sleeping in her bed.