The scent of jasmine filled Snape's nostrils as he burst through the door of his private chambers. He had followed Hermione for hours always careful to stay within the shadows, lest someone like the ever annoying Potter get wind of his new found pass time. It had not been his intention to linger nor even to involve himself in Hermione's seemingly evolved social life. The fact that the wolf that resided within him had been more interested in claiming the young witch had been hell for him. The shock of Cedric Diggory's death at the hands of the newly restored Voldemort spread panic through out the wizarding world, only for it to be quelled by The Ministry Of Magic who claimed Harry Potter had been responsible for the boy's death. The added stress of having to suppress his new found nature even from his old master only seemed to drive Snape more into a frenzy. Despite all this he became quite good at it.
No one had been more suited than Dumbledore's Token Spy to take on the task of living a double life.
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Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Snape stood underneath the steady stream of cold water for what seemed like hours. Despite his best efforts with the calming draughts and cold showers he had become surprisingly more aroused by the scent of Hermione Granger. Snape had not liked having so little control of himself especially over a young Gryffindor witch half his age. He had been annoyed that his latest attempts to gain her affection have met with resistance. The wizard had not known when he had actually begun to purse the witch in earnest but the thought of another claiming her made his blood boil in within his veins.
He had not liked being so starved for the girls attention it was like he couldn't breathe. His heart pounded thunderously within his water soaked pale chest. His lank raven hair was soaked as well and water dripped down from it as he pushed it back out of his face. He couldn't imagine why she had not been as interested in him as he had seemed to be of her.
Her interest in Ron Weasley didn't help matters.
In fact it provoked his more baser jealous nature. The thought of that ginger headed moron getting her attention only served to enrage him all the more. She smiled when in his presence, and on occasion he would catch her looking at him with affection when teaching potions class. A wave of sickness came over him and he suddenly felt himself get weak.
It was like HER all over again.
He closed his eyes leaning his head against the white tile as the water continued to run down his back. The images of a girl he loved before and her subsequent rejection of him came flooding back in unrelenting waves.
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Front Room, Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts...
Hermione Granger had come into Snape's quarters much like usual. She had been thinking about the plant and what new color it possibly had become as of late. So far it was red, vibrant blue, pink, and vibrant green. She wondered what would make it turn yellow or even if it could. Either way, she simply wanted something to keep her mind from wandering. For the passed few weeks she found herself thinking about her Potions Professor in a less than academic way. She had been undressing him with her eyes and tried in vain to focus on her previous attraction to Ron Weasley, but it never seemed to work. She would catch him staring at her, those heated glances and recall all the most vulgar things he's said to her while in response to his heated beast blood.
The bushy haired witch got out the not book and made her way down to the wizard that dominated nearly all of her thoughts' private lab. She knew her way around and the key he had given her was quite a boon as well. As soon as she entered the place she set to work. Upon entering she immediately noted the plant had become a deep blue color almost bordering on purple. She wondered what had made the plant change so drastically and had been about to head upstairs to share this discovery with Snape when he came down in little more than a towel wrapped around his waist.
The bushy haired witch's jaw dropped at how well-toned the Potions Professor had become. She had no doubt in her mind that it had been apart of the beast blood that flowed in his veins, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. Blush crept across her supple cheeks as she cleared her throat. Snape had been busily drying his wild raven hair that appeared to be surprisingly curly when wet.
"I've already made a note of the new color Professor." she said her eyes unable to look away from the half naked man standing before her.
Snape nodded as the heat filled his obsidian eyes and he drank in the sight of her. The scent of jasmine hit him and before he knew it all the effort he put into controlling himself during his shower was wasted. The half-naked Potions Professor licked his bottom lip with a wild expression on his pale face and attempted to venture close to the young witch before catching himself.
"I don't believe it's a good idea for you to be here." he said still sizing her up.
"I-I would have to agree." she replied uneasily. "I just wanted to get some work done, I had no idea you'd be in the shower."
"Hmmm." said Snape in a low growl. "Her-mi-on-ee..."
Sensing this would be a good time for her to leave, the bushy haired witch attempted to do just that, making her way toward the large wooden door. Before she could get it open good enough Snape suddenly slammed it shut pressing his towel covered form into her. She took a deep breath willing herself not to think of him in that towel as his chest pressed against her back.
"I want you." he said in a low growl. "You have no idea what it's like..."
His massive pale hands with their long, equally pale, calloused fingers gripped the door. His large pale palms were flat against the surface of the hard wood as his fingernails began to dig in like he had the stone during their previous encounter.
"You have no idea what it's like to sit in class with you day after day and want nothing more than to drive my aching cock into your tight little body." he said through gritted teeth. "To want to hear you scream in pleasure and in pain while you beg me not to stop."
Hermione felt her throat go dry as he pressed his towel covered erection into the back of her thighs.
"P-Professor." she said finding it hard to breathe. "Professor you can't..."
Snape let out a frustrated growl.
"I know!" he said angrily. "I know...I can't fuck you...I want to fuck you...my blood is screaming for me to fuck you...and I want to so badly it's maddening...I want to fuck you little witch..."
He gripped the door further digging his fingernails into the heavy wooden frame.
"You fear me." he said softly. "You want to know what it's like, but you're much too afraid to know the truth...you think I will hurt you..."
Hermione closed her eyes trying to ward off his mental attack.
"Professor please." she said fighting his mental invasion.
"I know you want to know what my cock looks like." he said in a gruff tone. "You want to know what it feels like...you want me to fuck you...you want to beg for me to fuck you...right her perhaps...you want me to fuck you right up against this door...so the sounds of your pleasured moans can awaken everyone in the dungeons...imagine it...every one in the castle could hear how much pleasure I'd be giving you..."
Hermione couldn't stand his vulgar words but she felt herself unable to ignore his heated body pressing into her. The scent of her arousal did not fool him in the least. He knew what she wanted and how bad she had wanted it. Almost as much as he did in a way.
"Professor we can't." she said struggling to find a way to stave off the heat between them that began to cloud even her young mind. "You'll lose your job and....I'd quite possibly be expelled."
"I know." said Snape leaning into her and taking in the scent of jasmine from her hair. "I want you..."
"Professor it's your beast blood getting to you." she said trying to stay in control of herself. "You do not have any feelings for me..."
She was cut off by the sensation of him pressing his erection into her body and big back a brief moan in the process.
"Do you see what you do to me?" he asked with his breath becoming ragged due to the overwhelming sensation of need within him. "I'm a patient man...Hermione...I'll wait for you...but I will not let anyone else take what rightfully belongs to me..."
Snape continued to dig his fingernails deeper into the wooden material of the door.
Hermione had not much like being thought of as "property" let alone to an aggressive werewolf.
"Professor Snape, I don't belong to anyone." she said defiantly despite fearing the repercussions of her words to him when his mind had been given to his wild beast blood.
Snape growled enraged.
"My witch!" he said gripping the door harder. "My female...no one can have you...no one will take you away from me!"
"Professor Snape, please stop this." she said once more attempting to appeal toward his reasoning side. "This isn't you talking...it's the beast blood making you insane."
"No." he said with more ragged breath. "It is you who are making me insane...you who's mind is filled with images of you submitting yourself to me...you who would like nothing more than for me to fuck you right here as you beg for my cock!"
Once again blush crept across the youthful face of Hermione Granger.
"Professor Snape, I have to get to my next class." she said evenly. "And I am no one's possession, I have my own life."
Snape suddenly backed away from her reasserting his self-control.
Apparently, she had gotten through to him at last.
"I-I apologize, Miss Granger." he said unsure of what to make of himself. "I..."
She turned to face him and the shame was evident on his pale face, but she couldn't deny her growing attraction to him. This was quite a precarious position that they both found themselves in, neither one truly being in control of their own thoughts or feelings when it came to the odd circumstances of his condition.
"Professor, I think we should find some other way to spend time together." she said. "So that we don't risk this happening again."
Snape simply nodded much too ashamed to even look into the eyes of his student due to his actions. He had not wanted this. She was his student and only 15 years old to boot. He knew he had to get his blood under control or it would drive him insane.
"I'm sorry." he said still ashamed. "What I did...what I said..."
Hermione held up a hand.
"I know it was the beast blood making you do that." she said understanding. "You're not a bad bloke Professor...just apparently a very lonely one."
Snape rolled his eyes.
"I think you should get to class Miss Granger." he said attempting to salvage what little dignity he had remaining.
Hermione nodded in agreement.
"I think so too." she said. "I left you my notes on the plant...see you later."
Before Snape could inquire as to why the plant was suddenly pink again she was gone.
The Potions Professor sighed and made his way toward his bedroom to get dress then headed down to the lab.
It was to be another late work night for him.
If only to get his mind off a certain bushy haired witch.