Forbidden Rapture

BY : Marionne25
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione
Dragon prints: 41263
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making money from this story.

Author's Notes: 

My audition would be next Saturday so please pray for me! Please! Please! 

I'm having lessons with my professor about 3x a week, the mock recital happens weekly and I almost died last friday. I totally got lost at the middle and all. Ugh. But I'm able to fix it through my lesson today and got assessed by my prof on what went wrong. 

Less than a month before the actual recital. 

I'm going nutters. 

I must sleep early tonight but since I was asked to rest by my prof I'm able to post something. 

Hope you guys like it!!!


Ines - glad you love the previous chapter and i hope you like this one. please don't hate lupin! and yes something *hint hint* might have happened through the years. 

Please let me know what you think of this post. Hope to hear from you soon. 


you guys are all great. please send me hugs and love for my upcoming audition next saturday and recital on may!!! 


lots of love xx 




Chapter Twenty Nine




Hermione quietly observed Snape from across the table in their small dining area.

She had been pretending to be focused over her bowl of cereal while Snape made his coffee at the other side of the kitchen and was finishing a pot of couscous rice, olives, tomatoes, celeries and other spices she had watched him prepare earlier on.

Her eyebrow quirked up high as he finished the pot of food for her and had covered it as he took his mug of coffee and stirred it continuously.

“The meal will last you until dinner time.” Snape slowly said. “If you get hungry and this supply does not last, there is bread and some sandwich spread you can eat.”

Hermione quietly nodded as he pointed at a pantry at the kitchen that she knew was filled or rather newly refilled with food.

“Are you going away tonight?” she curiously asked him.

Snape only nodded at her as he added a few teaspoons of cinnamon over his coffee.

Hermione observed him and how he had been behaving the past few days or weeks.

It had been a week ago since the very awkward ‘kiss’ of an incident between them.

It had also been another week since the time for which they had first slept together.

Another week had also passed since they gone over it and done it again before they were able to take complete control of themselves.

It would be another week soon and they had barely talked about any of the incidents and had been living in struggled awkwardness inside the cottage.

Well, she wasn’t exactly awkward.

She was the one who actually wanted and had twice attempted to talk to him about these happenings that came to be.

And he was the one who did not seem to want to talk about it or rather entertain the idea of it.

Hermione felt both furious and hurt at the same time.

He didn’t seem interested into talking about it nor addressing the situation that had been and the present one they were having right now but he was quite very different when the situation presented itself and his lips were all over hers and his hands roaming all over her body.

She would have addressed it as molestation or a reference to something akin to it, but she secretly hated herself for she knew deep down, she had actually enjoyed all of the three events that had occurred.

They had been preceded events or unplanned but they were definitely not unwanted by either of them.

And that reality, they both secretly kept deep inside of them.


“When..” Hermione cleared her throat as she kept her eyes over her own breakfast. “When are you coming back then?”

Snape looked up at her for a brief moment before resuming his gaze over his coffee.

“As soon as I can.” he simply replied.

Hermione’s brown quirked in what looked like both awe and irritation.

Was there still that barrier between the two of them after everything that has happened between the two of them?

“As soon as you can?” Hermione asked back. “Like when is that?”

“I’m not sure.” Snape simply answered her.

“Not sure.” Hermione repeated out of the corner of her mouth.

Snape could sense her annoyance but he did not want it realized.

“Well, enjoy your thingy then.” Hermione snapped at him as she threw her table napkin over the table and grabbed her plate.

“Where are you going?” Snape asked forcing himself to remain where he was.

“Not sure.” Hermione snapped back at him as she walked out of their small kitchen.

Snape stood still, listening.

He heard her walk back towards their small living room banging the glass double doors behind her.

“Fuck.” Snape muttered shoving his table napkin on the table as well.

He glared at the empty space around him.

“Damn it.” Snape cursed moving himself away from the table and making his way out of the kitchen to follow her.

He strode down the hallway towards the living room and found her reading instead of eating by the carpeted floor.

“Miss Granger.”

No answer.


She completely ignored him.

Snape’s fists clenched.

“Hermione.” he called out.

“Hmm.” she simply answered him.  

He watched with folded arms as she continued to flip through the pages of the book in her hands.

He needed her attention towards him.

“Have you taken the potion I gave you lastnight?” he slowly asked her unable to think of anything else.

“Hmmm.” Hermione only answered without looking up.

Snape rolled his eyes.

“Are you there?”


“I asked you.” Snape said sounding annoyed now. “Did you take the potion I asked you to take last night?”

“Not sure.” Hermione sarcastically replied.

Snape lost his patience as fast as it could have passed his senses.

He moved and bent towards her and painfully grabbed her by the arm.

Hermione yelped in surprise and pain and the book fell off her hands as Snape dragged her to her feet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Hermione angrily said struggling to free herself.

Snape didn’t let her go.

“Let me go!” Hermione angrily yelled at him. “Let me go!”

His black eyes pierced her defiance.

“I fucking asked you if you took the potion I asked you to!” he angrily yelled at her.

Hermione only stared at him but didn’t answer.

He shook her angrily but no word came out from her.

Unmoved, she looked as defiant as ever.  

“I’m not fucking messing with you, Granger.”

“Oh now it’s Granger again?” Hermione spitefully said her eyes blazing with fire. “Can you make up your mind, professor Snape?”

“I asked you-“

“But when it’s over the bed it’s all about being dear Hermione or my sweetheart-“

Snape’s fingers deepened over her arm but Hermione did not show any sign of weakness.


“Hermione?” she almost laughed at him. “Now it’s Hermione? Why? Do you want to fuck right now, professor?”

Snape’s eyes glinted.

He looked vicious as she tested his patience.

He raised his hand to hit her but she didn’t not show any sign of cowardice.

His hand remained in the air as his eyes pierced her.

“Go on.” Hermione challenged him. “Now you’re going to hurt me?”

Snape stared at her for a long moment before completely letting her go.

Hermione’s eyes began to water in both anger and confusion.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Snape spitefully said turning away from her and sinking back on the couch burying his face in his hands.

He knew what the problem was ofcourse.

“Do you want to know?” Hermione asked watching his frustration.

He did not answer her.

“Do you want to know? Are you sure you want to know professor Snape?” she added the last bit with such laced hatred and sarcasm.

Snape shook his head.

“Stop talking.” Snape warningly said.

“Do you want to know? You think you can just have things your way?” she snapped walking around him.

“Stop talking.” Snape repeated. “I only asked if you took the potion-“

“What does it matter if I did or did not?” Hermione snapped back at him crossing her arms.

“You know that you need to take that-“

“It doesn’t matter really. You’ll have your way so I’d have my way as well-“

“It’s imperative you take that goddamn potion Hermione-“

“It’s imperative? Now you sound concerned-“

“I am concerned-“

“Concerned? But I can’t be concerned about you-“

“You don’t need to-“

“I can’t know where you’re going – what you’re up to-“

“You know I can’t tell you everything that-“

“When have I ever been allowed to know things-“

“Hermione, stop it-“

“No, I’m not going to- I do have the right to speak-“

“Hermione, I said stop talking – you don’t know-“

“No, you don’t know how frustrating it is – us not talking about-“

“Stop it – I just want you to stop-“

“It’s all about you and your want – all about you-“

“Stop talking!”

“No, I’m fucking not going to stop talking until you talk to me-“

“I SAID STOP IT!” Snape angrily yelled.

He suddenly stood up and grabbed her by the wrists.

He pulled her and pushed her back on the couch holding her arms painfully over her head and his other hand covering her mouth securely.

Hermione’s eyes flashed in anger at him and at the way she couldn’t defend herself.

“You don’t know how very frustrating our situation is-“ Snape said in a deep tone his black eyes closely holding her gaze.

Hermione’s brows only furrowed.

The Gryffindor in her was alive and kicking and Snape could not help but slightly fear that fact.

“You have no idea – how I feel – how I feel about this – I’m only concerned about your well-being-“

Hermione’s eyes rolled.

Her eyes showed each emotion his words were causing her.

“Hermione, you have no idea-“ Snape said halting as he gazed right at her.

He suddenly let her arm and mouth go.

Hermione’s hand was quick.

In a flash, she had taken the opportunity to slap him as hard as she could possibly go.

His cheeks reddened and Hermione momentarily felt fear all around her.

Snape only gaze at her with question in his eyes.

Tears fell from Hermione’s eyes.

“You have no – I just want us to talk – I need you to talk to me – I need to know – I need to-“


“Just let me go.” Hermione cried at him “If you can’t be honest, if you can’t just let me know about everything, just let me go – you’re keeping me here, you’re not telling me-“

“I can’t let you go. I can’t let you be.”

“Let me go, please let me go.”

Hermione began hitting him with her fists as she cried.

Snape let her hurt him and let her cry at him.

It was one of those days again.

“Hermione, please, you need to trust me.” Snape whispered gently reaching for her gently.

She shook her head and refused and pushed him away but Snape took her in his arms.

Hermione struggled but he placed a tight hold around her and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry.” Snape whispered trying to stop himself from being teary-eyed.

“You keep me here – you keep me away from them – from Harry-“

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Hermione. I know I’ve been insensitive. I should have.. I should have talked to you.. we should have been talking about things.”

“No, you’re not sorry. You don’t want to.. you don’t..”

But her words sank out of nowhere.

Snape had caught of her lips and mouth into his.

He moved her face and gently forced her into a kiss for which she momentarily struggled against but soon gave into.

Hermione relaxed into the kiss and her hands voluntarily moved about around Snape’s neck, pulling him closer and closer to her until she lay back on the couch with him on top of him kissing her ravishingly and all thoughts of stopping himself, all the questions she had – everything they felt vanished at that very moment.

Everything else was forgotten as they melted into one another’s deeply comforting kiss and embrace.

Hermione broke the kiss and opened her eyes.

Snape’s black eyes met hers and his fingers gently traced her tear-stained face.

He wiped the shimmering water off her facial features.

“Let me go if you don’t care about me.” Hermione begged him. “Bring me back to them.”

“I care about you that’s why I can’t bring you back.” Snape answered him.

Hermione closed her eyes and Snape kissed her forehead.

“Hermione, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been insensitive.. we will talk.. we will-“

“Tell me what’s going on out there – tell me what’s been – “

“I can’t talk about the things you know I’m not supposed to-“

“Then what are we going to talk about?” Hermione asked almost angrily. “What do we-“

“Us.” Snape answered her. “Us. I’ve been insensitive, I know I should have asked.. I should have talked.. we should have.. we should..discuss things.. I’ve been everything but someone who you needed to talk to..”

“Us?” Hermione repeated. “You want to talk about us? Us? What about us?”

For a moment, a pain like something he had not felt in years passed in his chest.

He momentarily looked confused and hurt but the latter’s feelings quickly vanished from his features.

He was assuming.

He had assumed.

He had completely dug up and laid down in his own grave.

He should have known that she was not likely to forget her life easily and was unlikely to leave her feelings for Harry Potter behind.

“I’m sorry.” Snape said slowly moving himself from her. “I’m sorry, it’s not what I-“

“It’s not what I mean.” Hermione said taking hold of his wrist and making sure that he wasn’t going to move away from her.

Snape’s black eyes looked up at her again.

There was something in her eyes that told him she felt otherwise from what he had thought a moment ago.


“Do you love me?” she asked him almost in what sounded like a hopeful tone.


“Do you love me?” she asked him again, eyes not letting his go.

Snape couldn’t answer.

He hesitated and held his feelings back.

And that moment of hesitation was all Hermione had needed.

Her eyes narrowed again and she let him go.

“I want to be alone.” Hermione answered him. “I’m sorry, leave me alone please if you can’t-“

“We don’t need to call anything that we have.” Snape quickly said.

He placed his fingers beneath her chin and her look at him again.

He moved his face closer to her.

“Look at me.” Snape whispered. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Hermione reluctant as she was, slowly looked up at him.

“Isn’t us important?” Snape asked her. “Don’t you trust me?”

Hermione sighed heavily.

He knew that looked very well.

He had seen it countless of times in exams she had taken with him in times when she was hesitant to answer a certain question, to fully write an essay or in practical potions exams.

It was the look of uncertainty in her mind but a sure answer in her heart.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Hermione whispered back. “I trust you completely.”

Snape gently smiled at her.

He bent closer and brushed a kiss over her lips, enticing her.

He moved his face back and looked at her reaction.

She was only staring at him though still with question in her eyes.

He brushed another kiss but this time slightly longer and ensuring that her lips fully tasted his.

Hermione sighed and returned the kiss gently.

Snape broke the kiss and moved back again and stared at her eyes.

“Do you still need to call us something?” Snape softly asked.

Hermione’s eyes shed some tears and she placed her arms around him.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione whispered moving her face closer to him. “I trust you completely.”

This time, her words sounded sure and something she meant deep inside of her.

She moved her face closer and inched up towards him.

Snape gently smiled at her and bent forward and captured her lips again.

The kiss this time was deeper, longer, full and beyond enticing.

He pushed Hermione gently back on the couch as he slowly undressed her while Hermione closed her eyes, letting him kiss and touch her and letting herself go in the moment bearing in her mind that maybe things do not really matter as they should and she should slowly forget the life she had lived for there was nowhere to go but forward – and forward a life there was with the man she has and the man whom she could only trust completely.



Hermione opened her eyes and turned her head when she heard the grill and door magically open.

Harry entered carrying her breakfast tray.

He looked shaven, clean and cheerful.

He was wearing black pants and a sweatshirt and was in his socks.

He did not look as if he was planning to go to work or anywhere else.

“Goodmorning sweetheart.” Harry simply said entering with the tray.

Hermione slowly sat down and stared at the breakfast tray.

He had a bowl of fruit with milk and cereal, a platter of toasts, eggs and sausages and some jam and a small cup of sliced up peaches.

“I’m not hungry.” Hermione muttered rolling her eyes at him.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re not hungry.” Harry muttered back as he settled down on the floor next to her.

It had been four days since their supposedly appearance at the trial and for which he had cancelled purposely.

Hermione stared back at him with hatred in her eyes.

“Come, which do you want first the cereal or some toast and jam?” he asked him happily as he moved closer and moved the tray with him.

A cling of chains were heard.

Harry ignored her.

Hermione’s legs had been tied against the post of the bed.

Hermione had tried to escape Harry the other afternoon when he brought in a late lunch.

She had taken the bread knife from the tray of potatoes and steak he had brought in and had threatened Harry with it.

Harry was frozen for a moment but a mere flick of his wand that distracted Hermione momentarily and an Accio from him were all it took for him to be calm again.

Sooner than she thought, she had been knocked out by a spell and the next thing she knew when she awoke, she was lying on the bed and her right ankle was tied around the bed post.

Harry had threatened her that if she tried something like that again, he would have to either tie both her hands on the bed or both her legs and hands around the posts.

“I said, I’m not hungry.” Hermione spat turning away from him.

Harry was quick.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her painfully closer back at him.

“Which do you want for breakfast?” he asked dangerously.

“I’m not hungry.” Hermione spat.

Harry’s mouth was turning.

He rigidly grabbed her face and gripped her jaw hard.

Hermione flinched in pain as he pulled her over the tray.

“Are you going to eat on your own or maybe you’d like me shove this down your throat?”

Hermione stared up at him with so much hatred and pain in her eyes.

“I can eat on my own.” Hermione spat at him.

Harry smiled at her.

He buttered and placed jam over the toast and handed it over to her.

Hermione stared at him and took the toast from him.

“You don’t have to chain me.”

“I needed to.” Harry answered her buttering the other toast for himself.


“Hermione.” Harry said as he took a bite from the other toast.

Hermione quietly ate while giving him deadly glared time and again.

This scene was almost as familiar to her as she could possibly think.

She had been in this situation before – only at a different place, a different but not unfamiliar scene and a different man.

“Harry, please let me out.” Hermione said. “We’ve missed the trial and there would be another one.”

“I’ll think about if we’re going.” Harry said. “If you behave and act accordingly, I think we can go.”

“Behave?” Hermione incredulously asked. “Act accordingly?”

Harry stared up at her and was stopping himself for finding it all amusing all the same.

“Yes.” Harry said. “If you don’t go and do that same stunt again maybe I can let you off these chains.” Harry answered as he finished the toast and stood up.

Hermione only half finished her toast.

“I’m done.” Hermione muttered under her breathe pushing the tray from her.

Harry sighed heavily.

“Fine.” Harry said picking the tray up from her. “I’d be back for lunch later. Get some sleep, Hermione.”

Harry moved and placed a kiss over her forehead and moved to the door when Hermione called her back.

“What makes you think you’re any different from him?” Hermione spat at him. “What makes you think what you’re doing right now is any different from what he’s done to me?”

Harry almost did not answer.

Hermione could see his hand shook with the tray in his hand.

He was seething in anger again.

He gently turned to her and stared down at her still form on the floor.

“You want to know?” Harry asked him. “You really want to know Hermione?”

Hermione did not answer, she almost regretted what she asked of him.

“Our difference Hermione is that I keep you here because I goddamn love you.” Harry said walking back to the door before turning back at her.

Hermione looked up at his seething yet calm form which was a scarier version of him.

“He kept you Hermione for god-knows what reason-“

“He was trying to protect me!” Hermione bitterly said. “He was trying to protect you!”

Harry spun and stared at her with glinting eyes.

Hermione saw his fists clenching at his sides.

“I kept you because I love you, Hermione.” Harry quietly said. “But he just wanted to bed you.”

And with that, Harry walked out of her room and banged the door angrily behind him.

Hermione heard the grills and door being magically locked again as tears stained her features once more.

But she wasn’t about to give up easily, not yet anyway.

She was a Gryffindor and she will always be a Gryffindor even if it means standing or dying by its characteristics.

As Harry was quite busy berating her and her feelings over the things they usually argued about, he did not notice something.

Harry had always been careful about bringing in utensils to her but in his fury and distraction, he must have forgotten to take back the small bread knife that Hermione had used to jam and butter her toast.

Hermione had managed to keep her senses intact and her emotions under control despite Harry’s physical and mental torture over her and these enabled her to take the bread knife and keep it beneath her without Harry noticing anything at all.

As the door and bars closed before her, Harry could have sworn that he saw a glimpse of what looked like painful triumph in Hermione’s soft brown eyes.













“I’m here, I’m here.” Snape whispered in a hushed tone.

Immediately, the servants closed the double doors and let Snape in the master’s bedroom.

The large master’s bedroom was empty except for the woman who lay on the four poster bed in the midst of the room.

It was Narcissa Malfoy.

“You should not be here.” Narcissa croaked out. “You should not be here. Lucius will be here any minute.”

“I can’t leave you.” Snape said. “I can’t just leave you.”

“How did you know..” Narcissa said as Snape sat by her bed and knelt on the floor holding her hand.

“It does not matter.”

“Draco’s servant sent you a Patronus-“ Narcissa said in an almost angry tone.

“Give me an hour – half an hour, I will brew something that will ease your pain-“ Snape whispered as he pointed his wand over his face and removed the Disillusionment Charm.

Narcissa extended her very weak hand towards him to stop him from moving away from the bed.

“I am dying, Severus.” Narcissa whispered holding his hand closely to her heart. “I can feel it.”

“No, shush, no, that’s not going to happen.” Snape whispered gently brushing her soft hair.

But they both knew that she was right.

“I’m not going to let that happen.” Snape whispered bending closer and kissing her forehead. “I’m not going to let that happen.”

“Don’t.” Narcissa said griping his wrist with her remaining strength. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I can’t just let you be like this. I’ll make a potion – have – have someone from St. Mungo’s-“

“I don’t want the hospital.” Narcissa firmly said and a look of defiance quickly passed her face.

Snape nodded and understood.

He sighed heavily and took her hand to his lips.

“Please let me help you.” Snape whispered. “Tell me what exactly hurts and I will brew something-“

“Draco.” Narcissa said. “Draco will return with his father. You must make sure that you’re gone once they arrive-“

“I’m not going to leave you like this-“

“A notebook is laid in that drawer. Take it. I had created that special banking account for you, Severus. It will suffice you and your needs – enough for a new beginning-“

“Cissy, please stop talking this way-“

“Everything you will need to begin again will be supplied, Severus. Please ensure Draco’s safety.”

“I have casted the charm on him, the enchantment. Even without me by his side he will remain unharmed for as long as he does not denounce his being a Black nor a Malfoy.”

“My son will not do that for me. No matter how much he despises Lucius and the Malfoy name, my son will not relinquish the magic that binds him to my blood. He will remain a Malfoy whether he likes it or not.”

“It will be his protection Narcissa even if you-“ he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

Narcissa held his gaze and reached out for his pointed and pale face.

“You are very tired too.” Narcissa said with a weakened smile. “But you are beautiful in your own way and I believe you deserve to be happy.”

“Narcissa, please-“

“It was the right decision.” Narcissa whispered. “You have done well, my dear friend.”

“Hermione would have survived..”

“We both know that’s a lie. She would not have survived without my help.” Narcissa smiled at him.

“I would never have…”

“I know you wouldn’t.” Narcissa said smiling at him. “But we both know it was what was needed and it is what I wanted.”

“Narcissa, please don’t speak this way.”

“Seven years is long, Severus. She would need you. You need to be there for her. You are the only man for the job.

Snape almost laughed at it.

“Only man for the job?” he asked her. “Dumbledore couldn’t have thought of anyone else for any job and this one right here that has also been needed to be my-“

Narcissa painfully smiled again at him.

Snape only nodded at her.

“Please tell me how I can ease your pain.”

“Take the notebook and go, Severus.”

“Hermione will not be happy with me.”

“You deserve happiness and if she cannot give it, she is an ungrateful woman.”

“Love is not measured by that.” Snape said.

Narcissa placed her finger over his cheeks and smiled.

“How much you have grown, I will never be able to comprehend, Severus.”

“Don’t leave me. I cannot lose you. I cannot lose my only friend.”

“You aren’t to lose me and I will be able to guide and protect you from whence I shall be sent forth.”

“What if she does not become happy with me?” Snape asked her.

“If she loves you, she will stay.”

“And if she does not?”

“If you love her, then you will let her go.”


Snape bent forward and kissed her forehead for the last time.

“I will be always grateful of you.” Snape whispered as he moved her hand close to his face.

“And I to you.” Narcissa whispered gently kissing his closed fist around hers.

Snape watched in pain as Narcissa sighed heavily and her breathes became shortened and heavy by each dragging moment.

“I love you, my dear friend.” Narcissa said a tear falling off her face. “Go. Go and take the notebook with you. Have a new beginning, a new life.”


“I will always be happy knowing you have become the man I always knew you were.”

“I am not any man to deserve any-“

“You are the bravest man I’ve ever known of.” Narcissa whispered closing her eyes in the heavy pain that passed through inside her.

Snape’s eyes threatened with tears as he watched her dying form in his hands.

“Cissy, please..”

“You do for others what others would never and you sacrifice yourself like none I know of.”

“I’m not brave enough for all of these-“

“But you have enough love in you for all of these.” Narcissa whispered. “It will not be easy but it will always be what is right.”


“I sometimes feel like the Sorting Hat too makes its own mistakes. Don’t you think it sorts too early?” Narcissa asked him with a twinkle in her eyes as she smiled at his direction.

“Cissy, please.”

“I will always be proud and grateful of you.” Narcissa said with a painful smile before her eyes drifted off and slowly closed.

Her firm grasp over his hand slowly weakened until her fingers softened and opened on their own accord.

“Cissy?” Snape whispered as tears came from his eyes. “Narcissa? Cissy?!”

He called.

He called again.

His voice echoed in the grand master’s bedroom as he repeated her name over and over again but no sound nor answer came from her.

His cries became angrier and painful by the moment.

Her labored breathing slowed down and slowly decayed until she Snape could no longer see nor feel any sign of movement from the woman in his arms.

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