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When the Magic’s Gone

It’s all hers, Rowling, that is. But if you don’t recognize it, maybe it’s mine.

Chapter One - Stranded

He sat there with his head in his hands for a few minutes and then came to a decision.

‘Very well, Miss Granger, you may remove your knickers and undo the buttons of your blouse.’ Hermione quickly complied. He nodded and then motioned for her to sit on his lap. He took out his handkerchief and placed it beside him on the bench. ‘I’ll try to make it as pleasant and memorable as possible. I’m sorry that your first time should be under such circumstances.’

Hermione felt lightheaded and forced herself to breathe. ‘Thank you, Professor, I appreciate it.’

He looked into her large brown eyes as if searching for inspiration as to what to do next. His tongue whipped out to lick his lips and then he lifted one of her brown ringlets of hair. Finally his hand moved to stroke the side of her face. She shivered at his touch.

He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He exhaled sharply at the softness of them, and his hand moved to the back of her head as he added more pressure to the kiss. Hermione’s breath was coming in short gasps. She felt his tongue move between her lips and it was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced before. Perhaps it was simply the realization that she was about to give herself, give her virginity, over to the most despised teacher she’d ever had and that she was happy to do so. He continued to kiss her and she found herself responding with a soft moan.

His hand swept down to where she had opened her blouse and he was touching her bra-covered breasts. Her nipples hardened and she swallowed hard. Her tongue began to play with his. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand creep beneath her skirt. His eyes, as black as ebony, were watching her face and seemed hungry for her. In spite of this, he suddenly broke off the kiss and began to turn away from her.

‘I’m sorry Miss Granger. This goes against too many years of training. I can’t do this.’

‘I need you. Please professor, I’m begging. I don’t want my first time to be as Malfoy’s slave. I need someone to be gentle, someone I trust.’ Tentatively she reached down into his lap with a trembling hand. He stared off into the distance. She stared at him in shock as she realized that he was rock hard beneath her. Her lips set as she kneeled on the floor and began to unbutton his fly. Tears were beginning to fall. ‘Please professor. I don’t want a Malfoy to be the first. Not Draco and certainly not Lucius. If I understand your history, you’ve done this as a Death Eater.’

‘No, never as a Death Eater. I was a killer, not a rapist.’

‘And you’re not a rapist now.’ She removed him from his trousers and though she’d never seen a man’s member before she thought it unimaginably large and hard. She felt odd to think this was his and she wanted it inside her. She held it up to her cheek and stroked her face against it. It was burning hot and velvety smooth.

‘Hermione. Stop, you’re driving me crazy.’ He feebly tried to push her away. She took his hand and stood up in front of him. She led him under her skirt to the top of her thighs. ‘See, you’ve made me wet.’

His eyes met hers and held hers for a few seconds. He moved astride the bench. ‘Come here. The floor’s filthy. I’ll not have you be dirtied.’

She straddled his lap, uncertain what to do next. He took his cock and gently moved it back and forth near her entrance. He placed the head just inside her and then deeply sighed. ‘Alright Miss Granger, you are in charge. Go as hard or as deep as it feels comfortable.’

Keeping her hands on his shoulders, Hermione wiggled a bit and found that he was now deeper inside of her. It felt strange but good. But then it was up against her barrier. She moved her hips around and was rewarded by an even headier sensation. As she moved, she began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm pulse in her loins. She kissed Snape and he responded passionately to her, groaning and grabbing onto her hips. She gyrated and then forced him all the way inside of her in a sudden movement. The pain was red hot, lasting only a second and then it receded to a dull ache. She continued moving on top of him enjoying the frisson of pre-orgasm. Finally, it built to the point were she couldn’t stop. She thrust herself down and up harder and harder until she began to scream. He covered his mouth over hers to stop the sound. He then held her tightly, trying to control his own impulse to let himself come inside her. For a moment it seemed as if she had passed out, but then she came to and gave him another deep kiss.

‘Miss Granger, I need you to remove yourself — NOW.’ And Snape lifted her off of him. She stood swaying as he grabbed his handkerchief and ejaculated into it. Though he made no other sound but the sucking in and out of his breath, Hermione watched in awe at the grimace of ecstasy on his face.

He walked away from her and re-established his clothing. ‘Miss Granger, I hope that was satisfactory. And you should now be getting dressed.’ He couldn’t, wouldn’t look at her. It would be embarrassing if she saw tears in his eyes. In all his years as a Death Eater and spy, he’d done and witnessed many horrors, but he’d never touched a student. But if it could, in the least way, increase her chances of survival as a mudblood trophy, it was worth it. He knew Lucius well enough to predict his own future: 48 hours of torture and then death when Malfoy grew bored. He’d seen it before with Malfoy’s other victims. As Hermione put on her underwear, he huddled himself on cor corner bench of the dungeon cell to rest with his own thoughts. Then he felt her arms wrap around him from behind.

She whispered, ‘Thank you.’

He slowly turned and said quietly, ‘Don’t let it be for naught. Promise me you will survive. Lucius is a sadist, but with luck you will be given to Draco and I’ve never known him to be as perverted as his father.’

‘I’ll always remember this.’ She tightened her embrace and he placed his arms around her. She fell asleep in his arms.

She was still asleep when they were rescued.

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‘So, Russ, can I call you Russ? Severus is a dead giveaway that you were a wizard, and Sev is still a bit too weird. But Russ, people will assume you’re named Russell.’ Peter Granger was doing his best to extend himself to the man sitting in the backseat of the car with his daughter, Hermione. His wife, Liz, looked back at the two and smiled.

‘So, when I heard that you were the one that had saved little Hermione from the Death Eaters and that they were planning to send you to some internment camp.’ He snorted, ‘And they still call this England, I can’t believe we are locking people up based on an accident of birth. Anyway, I looked at that official and said that it would be over my dead body. Grangers pay their debts.’

Severus ‘Russ’ Snape sat quietly in the back seat of the Rover. Hermione had a feeling that she was dreaming. Three hours ago they were prisoners of war and now her father was making a total arse out of himself in front of her potions master. Or should she think of him as her lover? Oh, no. I gave it to Snape. Hermione looked out the window at the passing countryside. Only another hour of this and they’d be home.

Snape shifted in his seat. His legs were too long to sit comfortably in the back of the car and they were cramping. So Peter? Can I call you Pete? Awfully nice of you to take me in. By the way, do you know that I deflowered your know-it-all daughter? Only as a favor of course, just to help her be a better mudblood whore. Oh and I’m a killer too, if anyone ever belonged in a confinement camp, it’s good old Russ. Outloud he said, ‘Sure, Peter, Russ will be fine. Could you tell me a few more details about how the wizards lost the war to Lord Voldemort and how the Queen’s army then dashed in and made Britain safe for muggles again?’

‘Well, yes, we watched it all happen on the BBC. Couldn’t believe it. You wizards pretty much decimated yourselves fighting old Voldy, but he couldn’t last with a few thousand SA-80s facing him down. The entire lot was wiped out in just hours. Then we heard that prisoners were being found on the Malfoy estate. Liz and I looked at each other and jumped in the car.’

Hermione noticed a stale smell. She looked over to Snape. Oh my Gods. He’s sweating. There are circles of damp below each arm. He smells like a normal human being. Whatever charm he uses must have worn off. Well, it could be worse. No, there’s this little trickle of sweat clinging to his nose. I will not look. I will not look. Hermione started reading signs along the roadway.

‘Was there any mention of when we will be allowed our wands back? Or when Gringotts will be opened again?’ Snape could only hope.

‘Hmm. It doesn’t look good. It seems the Goblins sent notice of some sort of breach of promise between the wizarding world and theirs. So they disappeared and there’s nothing left of Gringott’s but a big hole in the ground. Hogwarts has also disappeared, but it didn’t leave a hole in the ground. As for the wands, Parliament is deciding right now whether magic is to be outlawed. It seems there were a lot of documents found at the Ministry of Magic showing abuses of power regarding the use of memory charms by aurors on non-magical folk. Mind rape they’re calling it. If you want I could turn on the radio.’

The next 45 minutes were spent listening to plans of how the muggles would now dismantle the wizarding world as insurance that nothing like this could ever happen again.

‘So,’ said Peter turning off the radio. ‘Marks and Sparks is still open and I just bet you could use a few pairs of socks and underwear? Give me your size and I’ll pick them up, oh and some jeans and shirts too. It’s a bit dangerous walking around in those clothes. There have been several attacks on wizards already. Liz, better write a list: razor, razor blades, deodorant....’

Next time I see Miss Granger in immediate danger, I will walk on. I swear I will.

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That’s the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m without a beta on this story. If anyone wants to correct me on anything they see, please R&R. I like positive criticism. BTW, it’s Hermione’s seventh year and she’s 18.
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