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A Tender Touch	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Tender Touch

The tremors still wracked her body. The Crucio curse cast repeatedly was still sending them through every inch of her. Each time was like lightening running through her veins. Her arm where the word MUDBLOOD had been forcefully carved burned like fire. Tears still streamed down her cheeks from the torture Bellatrix had put her through. If those things had not been enough, they had then stripped her naked and brought her to this room.

Lying alone and naked on the cot, she wondered why they had brought her in here? Why hadn’t they just tossed her back in the dungeon with Harry. The thought of him made her heart hurt. She had tried to protect him. She had hit him with the charm to disguise him from them when they’d first been discovered.

Draco had surprised them both by refusing to confirm the strange looking boy was Potter. She had been grateful for that. The fact he had confirmed her identity was not something she held against him. He couldn’t have saved them both. She had endured the pain, refusing to tell them anything. It had almost been a consolation to know the looks on his and his father’s faces during her torture had been filled with horror and revulsion.

She almost smiled through the tremor. Maybe there was hope for the Malfoy’s yet if they didn’t enjoy the entertainment her torture was meant to be. She gave up resisting the next quake that ran through her and instead curled into a fetal position on the mattress. She didn’t know what they had in store for her next. Perhaps they would kill her. At least the shaking would stop then.

She gulped back the sob that threatened. She would not let herself cry now. The pain was bad, but to have begged for mercy would have been worse.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door opening, followed by low voices. “Father said I had to tell you. She’s hurt badly and we don’t think she’ll make it without help.” Draco’s voice was filled with concern. She barely had time to make sense of his words before the next voice filled the room.

“You were right to floo me, Draco. It was foolhardy, because you could have been caught, but I am proud you took the risk. Potter needs her help.” She could hear as he moved closer to her bedside. “I will do what I can, but you must watch for the others. Alert me immediately if anyone comes.” Snape’s voice was deep and soft and if she hadn’t been terrified she would have tried to run screaming from the room. What joke was this? Was he here to finish the job? Some cruel trick to make her believe he was actually still on their side? What trick was this?

She felt him coming closer, even though she couldn’t even manage to open her eyes to look in his direction. In painful, naked humiliation, she simply stayed as she was. She thought of his hateful comment when her teeth had been grotesquely deformed. She nearly allowed herself a pitiful sigh. What hateful thing could he manage to say about her nudity?

She couldn’t stifle the gasp of pain as he sat down beside her. She tensed, waiting for him to do some vile, hateful thing. Instead, his voice poured over her in genuine concern. “I am so sorry you are being forced to endure the aftereffects of this curse, Miss Granger. I realize talking for you is probably very difficult, but I need to ascertain exactly to what level the tremors are at. If you could simply nod when I best describe what you are experiencing, it will tell me which treatment I must use.”

She hesitated, almost unsure before nodding once to show her understanding. If he could make the pain go away, she would do anything he asked as long as it didn’t involve betraying her friends. “Good girl.” H replied softly. “Now, Miss Granger, does it feel like your veins are pulsing?”

Hermione lie perfectly still. No, this most certainly did not feel like anything was pulsing. After a moment, Snape spoke. “I see, Well, does it feel as if your skin is too tight?”

At that question, she couldn’t help the ragged breath that escaped her in a huff. Severus just made a soft “hmm,” ing sound. Then, he almost sounded resigned as he asked the next question. Does it feel like lightening is running through your very bloodstream and fire is dancing across your skin?”

Almost frantically, Hermione began to nod. The shaking started anew and Severus had to pull her back to keep her from flopping down into the floor. She cried out as he touched her, the pain was so much she couldn’t bear it.

He released her immediately with a muttered apology. “I have what you need. But before I start, you must understand. The treatment for this is very . . .” he paused, as if searching for the right word. “Intimate. I must apply this cream to every inch of your skin to help alleviate the nerve damage.”

As his words sank in, she considered what he was saying. Embarassment filled her. He was telling her he would be touching all of her nude body. Opening her mouth, she questioned. “L-like a-a- ma-ma-mas-ssaagge?”

Severus nodded once. “Yes, my dear, quite like a massage. I will gladly help you. But I wanted you to realize what it is I do and why.”

She forced herself to nod again, whispering, “d-d-do it-t.”

Reaching into his pocket, he removed a jar of salve. When he opened it, the scent of peppermint almost immediately helped to calm her nerves. She inhaled deeply , and could almost feel her muscles begin to relax.

Snape chuckled. “Yes, the mint works wonders simply by inhaling it. Now, if you would roll onto your stomach, I will start with your back.” She saw him stand and remove his robes. Underneath, he was simply wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt with black buttons. He undid the cuffs and rolled them up as she turned slowly onto her stomach. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him, musing at how human he seemed right now.

In this moment, he wasn’t her enemy. He wasn’t the snarky Professor with no smile and angry eyes. She felt herself relax as it dawned on her he meant no harm. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He had no desire to torture her any further. At this moment, he was simply human. Slowly, she eased back down onto the bed and tried to relax through the pain. She was glad he was just human today. She needed human.

He spoke softly, “I am going to straddle your thighs. I want you to know what I do so I won’t startle you.” Hermione didn’t have the strength to nod again so she simply moaned in understanding of his words. Slowly, so as not to cause her anymore pain than she was already experiencing, Severus climbed onto the small mattress with her and put one knee on either side of her naked bum.

He dipped three fingers into the jar and pulled out a liberal amount. Silently, he wished he had brought enough. The torture Bella had put the poor witch through was sure to be something which haunted her for the rest of her life. He glanced at her arm as he was rubbing the ointment onto the other hand and stilled as he caught glimpse of the angry red letters scrawled across her arm. Fury engulfed him.

Shaking himself, he slowly moved his hands down to the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. “I’m beginning now.” He said simply so she would not be caught unaware as his hands touched her.

Slowly, his hands began to work a slow, calming magic over her. The scent of the peppermint helped and she felt herself relaxing into the cooling sensation. His hands massaged deep, eliciting a moan from her as he worked the ointment in deeper to penetrate her ravaged muscles and raw nerves.

Slowly, he began to work downward, rubbing down her spine and the muscles of her back and her sides, as he went. At the same time, the area of her neck and shoulders lost the cooling perception and began to warm. Tingles started, making Hermione stretch for the first time since the torture. She couldn’t help the involuntary reaction and felt herself blush as she considered what she must look like to Snape, who was working his way down closer to her bum. The warm tingles followed his path and she almost giggled at the wonder of what it would feel like stretching across her lower regions.

Aparently, he had considered this as well. “I imagine the experience must be a somewhat unusual one to you, given your reaction.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “I’m sure you never imagined your past Professor giving you any kind of pleasure.”

She pushed her head into the pillow, refusing to respond. The tingles, the warmth, and the first freedom from pain in hours made her almost loosen her tongue about just all the things she had ever imagined about him. But this was not the time to tell him about a adolescent’s crush. He might stop and she didn’t want the amazing sensations to end.

He took his time with each cheek, rubbing the ointment into her skin in a circular motion, before dipping each hand into the folds between her legs. He seemed to move a little bit slower as he did, and muttered a soft apology. “Forgive me for touching you here. I would not put you through this if it were not necessary. I only hope it will be enough.

Hermione gasped at the coolness between her legs. It did not extend to her truly private regions beneath her nether lips, but it was enough to elicit a breathy moan from her as he moved lower, down her legs, her calf muscles, then to her ankles, finishing with her feet. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming somewhat and raising her bum in response to the pulsing that was beginning deep within her. It was a foreign feeling and made her uncomfortable in a not altogether unpleasant way.

After he worked his way between her toes, Snape paused. “Do you need assistance turning over, Miss Granger?” His voice was soft, and deep. Chills ran through her at the very idea of him touching the front of her person. His hands on her knees, then her thighs, her hips and belly; not to mention her breasts!

Slowly, she moved to lie on her back, allowing the man she had once harbored a secret fascination with to see all of her. He stood immobile at the foot of the bed. His eyes were glued to her feet. She watched his face for any indication of emotion. But of course, he kept his face severe, concentrating on his task as he began with the top part of her foot, working his magic with the soothing salve.

Hermione couldn’t help but close her eyes as he slowly began to work his way up her leg with his wonderful hands. When he got to her mid-thigh, she held her breath to see how he would proceed with that most intimate part of her. She knew a moment of disappointment as he skirted that area and instead began to work on her abdomen and hips.

Releasing a disappointed sigh, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling as his hands moved slowly and firmly up to her ribcage, The salve was warming her sin and the tingling sensation was nearly her undoing when his hands finally pressed gently on the fullness of her bosom. Her nipples reacted instantly, and she closed her eyes in response. Excited by the touch but embarrassed to know he was also aware.

It was a kindness that he made no comment, yet continued to rub the cream into her skin. Gently, he moved to the front of her shoulders, then arms; lifting each and working his hands over the flesh tenderly. After he had even applied the cream to her hands, he moved to her neck, then face. When he finished, he just sat there.

She waited for him to move off the bed, but he didn’t. When she opened her eyes, it was to see him looking down into her face with the most kind smile she had ever seen. “Miss Granger?” he asked, “is the pain dispersing?”

She bit her bottom lip as she pondered his question. The pain from the curse was gone, but it had been replaced by the most exquisite torment she had ever endured. The tingling sensations combined with the warmth, added with the knowledge it had been his hands to work her body into its current state made Hermione sit up and take hold of his hands.

She knew the chances were he would reject her. She knew the possibility of hi even taking her seriously were slight, but she had to try. The longing within her was too much to bear and the idea of him walking out the door and either of them dying in this bloody war made her bold.

“Severus” she spoke softly. “I have no right to ask this of you. If I anger you by what am about to request, I apologize. But I do not know any man I would rather ask this of.”

He sat silent. He didn’t interrupt her as she spoke to him of her fears of this war. “I thought for sure this night would see me dead. I was certain the pain from the curse would end me if nothing else did. But then you came and I have found myself freed from one pain, yet recipient to another.”

At this, his eyes moved from her hand holding his to hers. He tilted his head and watched as she mustered up the courage to finish what she was trying to say. “I know I am only a silly know-it-all in your eyes. I know you probably look at me and see a ridiculous child.” She took a calming breath and lifted his hand to her breast. “But if I am to die in this war, I do not want to go to my grave never knowing the touch of a man.”

His eyes had gone to her chest when she had molded his hand wantonly over her breast, and held it there. He stared at it still, even though she had finished speaking and was awaiting his answer. The silence in the room was deafening as she waited for his refusal to her request.

When his eyes moved to meet hers, his voice was no more than a whisper. “You do not know what you are asking, child. You have had both Potter and Weasley with you during this venture. Surely you trust one of them to be your first lover.”

Spurred on by his polite response instead of the violent refusal she had expected, she moved to her knees, closing the distance between them, still holding his hand to her breast. “Harry is more a brother to me. Ron is so caught up in his own misery, he doesn’t even care that I am female.”

Reaching out, she cupped his cheek with her free palm, and slowly leaned in, bringing her lips to his. Tentatively, she caressed his lips with hers, willing them to open to her. Her tongue darted out and ran the length of his lips, silently requesting but not forcing a response from him.

He did nothing. No movement or sound. Deflated, and feeling stupid, she started to sit back from him, releasing a shaky sigh. Before she could sit back on her heels his hands closed around her upper arms and pulled her flush against him. His lips met hers as he descended on her, urging her back on the bed. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere and he caressed her as a man starved. Her breasts, her belly; she moaned as he began to truly ravage her. His touches had been gentle during the application of the ointment, but it had lacked the intimacy it now had.

She had felt warmth and tingling from his touch and the salve before. Now she felt fire consuming her. Returning his kisses, she found herself working at the buttons of his shirt before giving up and in a frustrated growl, she ripped the fabric to expose his chest to her hungry gaze.

Breaking contact for a moment, eh sat back and rid himself of the now useless shirt and stared down at her with eyes filled with heat and passion. He looked her over and whispered in a voice so low she almost didn’t hear it, “Beautiful. You are not a child, Miss Granger. I am certainly aware.” He looked away from her then, and stared at the wall to avoid looking at her. “However, I am not sure you would not regret this in the future.”

Reaching out before he could pull away, she gripped the buckle of his pants and began undoing them. “My name, is Hermione and I do not believe I can regret something I have wanted for far longer than you realize.”

At those words, he looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiled up at him, continuing, “Severus, I have had dreams of you since my fourth year. I even reached the edge of an orgasm in one. Only to wake up and discover it was only a dream.”

When the zipper of his pants was finally down, Hermione reached in and gripped his stiffness. “Don’t let me wake to discover this is all a dream. Please, Severus? We are both in danger in this war. If I must go back out into it, let me carry this one real memory with me. Even if it is all I am ever allowed to have.”

Severus stared down at her as her hand moved slowly, tugging at his length with an insistence that nearly drove him mad. She was right. Either or both of them could die before this was over. She was asking him for something both he and his body wanted to give. She had admitted to having desires as well as feelings for him. In that moment, he found himself wondering what it would be like to make love to a woman who truly wanted his touch.

He had taken lovers before. They had always been thrilled with his techniques and skill when he touched them. But not one had ever admitted to wanting him as more. Giving in to the desire to at least once have someone who truly wanted him, Severus rid himself of his pants and moved to lie beside her. His hand moved to the juncture between her thighs which he had avoided earlier.He had avoided it because he had wanted to touch it so badly he had been afraid he would not be able to stop if he had.

He did care for Hermione. She had been something special for a longer time than she would ever know. The first woman he had thought about in this way since Lily. But unlike Lily, she wanted him. His thumb began to stroke her clit, eliciting an open mouthed moan from her. His lips claimed hers, as first one finger, then second plunged repeatedly inside her tight heat. For the night, they could both forget about tomorrow. She cried out in his mouth as her first orgasm began to build. She was offering him a taste of something real. Voldemort and this war be damned! For once, he would take what someone he cared about offered
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