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Capture Me	By : hermioneinchains Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, any of the world of Harry Potter, I'm making no money off of this fanfiction and it is, indeed a total fiction.

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Hermione woke to the sound of a door closing and instinctively flinched. There was nothing surprising about waking up with one ankle shackled to the metal bed frame and really, nothing surprising about his unannounced entrance, but in spite of the fact that she had been here nearly six months, the former student still woke with a shock.

“Good morning, Hermione,” he said, his voice soothing. Severus crossed the room with an ease that she knew was entirely genuine – he absolutely owned her, and knew all of her vulnerabilities, weaknesses, escape attempts and moods. She had been dreaming about him over her, and when he actually was, Hermione realized she could barely tell the difference. “Say hello,” he breathed down at her, his handsome face inches from hers, his strong hand pushing up her flimsy nightshirt.

“Hello sir,” she managed, voice weak. He kissed her and Hermione collapsed into it as she always did now – she had fought him in the beginning, but he was too strong for her – physically and mentally – and he had beaten her down psychologically until she couldn’t remember why she thought fighting was a good idea.

His hand was on her clit, very lightly stroking in just the way she liked, and Hermione found herself wrapping her arms tentatively around him, desperately needing the closeness and knowing that he would let her as long as it suited him. When she came, it was quick – he would hurt her if she took too long or if she tried not to.

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His punishments were half psychological, half painful and devastating all around…one time after she tried to escape by hitting him in the head with a plate, he had chained her neck four inches off the ground and had spent the day in a chair above her, his boots the only thing she could see, talking in a very calm, cutting voice about her utter worthlessness as a person, student, girl and witch. Very infrequently he accentuated his work with the Cruciatus spell, though he hardly needed to. Six hours into it she was gasping in pain and crying, and that was when he dipped even deeper, took her most damaging self-beliefs, and confirmed them. By the time he unlocked her, Hermione would have done anything he wanted, and he parted her legs there on the floor and took her with rough, powerful thrusts.

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Now he parted her legs again – as he had nearly every morning since taking her – and pushed inside of her unceremoniously. He made her come to make her wet and humiliate her, Hermione knew, not to give her pleasure. The pleasure and happiness he did give her were measured out very carefully so as not to give her too much power, too much hope. Hermione knew that he used his vast knowledge of dark psychology to cripple her and make her dependent on him. Even knowing it, she couldn’t help needing him.

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Before he had made her his prisoner, Severus had been her professor, advisor, mentor. She had had quite the crush on him in the years after graduating from Hogwarts, but he was married by then and not the sort of man to cheat. Loyal, moral, powerful, brilliant, admirable – those were the words Hermione had described him with. He was older than she was anyway, about twenty years older, and she had entirely let go the notion that he could ever look at her in a sexual way.

When he invited her over for dinner, Hermione had wanted to decline. She was absolutely positive Severus’s wife would be able to see her crush a mile away, and though she doubted Sara would be threatened by it, she hadn’t wanted to complicate anything by being a young, attractive witch coming into their space.

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As if on cue, Sara knocked on the basement door and called out, “breakfast, hon!” Severus grabbed Hermione’s face, forcing her to look at him when he called back, “five minutes, Sara. Just using the girl.” Hermione flinched hard and barely registered Sara’s cheery response and departing footsteps, so thoroughly hypnotized was she by Severus’s powerful gaze. Hermione knew that they orchestrated moments like those to hurt her and take her even further down. Sara didn’t interact much with Hermione, and when she did she was generally very kind but firm – the one time Hermione had begged Sara to let her go, Sara had stroked her hair and back and soothingly explained to Hermione that she was never going anywhere.

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The night she came for dinner, Hermione had been surprised by how warm Sara was to her, how generous the both of them were. They fed her a delicious meal, doled out just enough wine to make driving home impossible and set her up in the guest room, which happened to be in the beautifully furnished basement.

She woke up to Severus’s hand over her mouth, gently asking her not to scream. Hermione’s heart was pounding – this was the fantasy she had been having for years – and she didn’t protest when he kissed her. When he climbed on top of her, pressing her down into the bed, Hermione thought to say, “what about your wife?” Severus had smiled down at her.

“She’s aware that I’ve wanted you, Ms. Granger. It was her idea to invite you over, and she likes you, very much,” he said gently, kissing her again and trailing his lips down to her center, ripping her panties off to kiss her intimately. Hermione melted into it, opting to ask questions later, and was nearly halfway to heaven when she heard and felt the locking of metal around her ankle.

“Wh…what’s that?” she asked as Severus continued to please her with his mouth. He ignored her, instead plunging into his task until Hermione surrendered to utter bliss, holding her hand over her mouth when she came so Sara wouldn’t hear. Severus sat up on the bed and laughed.

“She can’t hear you,” he said coolly. “I’ve cast many soundproofing spells over the entire basement.” Hermione came shakily down from her orgasm and looked up at him, unsure what was going on but still quite trusting.

“Why did you…” she started, trying to move her ankle unsuccessfully, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her eyes flitted to his and she noticed for the first time that he was a large man – a lot bigger than she was – and that he was looking at her very differently than he ever had before. “What’s with the metal cuff?” she tried with a joking edge, aware suddenly of how vulnerable she felt cuffed and wearing only a flimsy shirt and having just been made to come so easily. She looked around for her wand, surprised that it wasn’t on the bedside table where she had left it.

“You’re submissive, aren’t you, Ms. Granger?” he asked. She was aware that the question evaded hers.

“Well…yes,” she said, blushing. She had always been such a powerful, intelligent student that her adult sexual life had inclined greatly toward submission. Very gently and deliberately, Severus put his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed, leaning over her as she dropped back flat on the bed. Quickly and seamlessly, he grabbed and dragged her wrists above her head, pinning them and her down.

“I’ve decided to take you,” he said, two inches from her eyes and lips. Hermione could feel his hardness on her thigh. “I won’t hurt you unless you resist me, but if you resist me I will hurt you.”

This was all fantasy material for Hermione, who was hit with a wave of pleasure and submission. Somehow, she had the presence of mind to ask, “what do you mean take me?” Silently, Severus shifted her wrists to one hand, easily holding her still. With his other hand he freed himself from his pants and boxers, positioning himself to thrust and then gently but firmly pushed inside of her.

Hermione let out an involuntary moan and he moved back to cover her, his face directly over hers as he thrust into her. His free hand came to cover her mouth and she looked up at him in surprise.

“No one can hear you. This is just for me,” he said in a growl. Hermione instinctively struggled a little against his solid hold of her and he laughed darkly, thrusting harder. “You can’t get away, you know,” he said directly in her ear. “This basement is soundproofed, the key to that metal cuff is upstairs and I am much bigger and stronger,” he said each with a powerful thrust, “than you are, girl. Not to mention I’ve taken your wand.”

Hermione was shaking underneath him, filled with pleasure and fear. What did he mean she couldn’t get away? Was it a fantasy or did he actually mean it? As if he could hear her thoughts, the man smiled darkly at her.

“I’m taking you,” he said. “Permanently. You’re going to live here, in this room.” He accentuated the thought by slapping her lightly with the hand over her mouth. He slapped her again, still lightly enough that it barely hurt, and after the jostling impact faded Hermione’s brain caught up.

“Professor,” she gasped out, “I don’t know if you’re kidding.” She was well aware how pleading and submissive she sounded, but she couldn’t help that right now. She had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t kidding, at all, and then he responded.

“We’ve been planning this for months. Sara is at your apartment right now, using the keys you left in your bag upstairs, taking all of your stuff and leaving a very long letter for your out-of-town roommates to find, about how you have decided to move out of state. She’s owling Potter and Weasley and all of your friends, telling them not to worry and signing your name. We’ll have everything we need to keep people you know unconcerned until we can slowly destroy those relationships so they don’t ever come looking for you.” He had continued slowly fucking her through his whole speech and now he paused to take in her shocked, fearful expression. “Go ahead and struggle, Hermione,” he mocked, reading it before she herself knew. “You are entirely at my mercy.”

Not thinking, Hermione began struggling in earnest, in a way she had never before struggled in bedroom play. She couldn’t move an inch. The instant she started trying, he pinned her down with all his strength, thrusting into her with a power that made Hermione collapse weakly. He kissed her, biting her lip hard and then moaning over her as he came, his hands roughly holding her wrists down so she could do nothing but ride the waves of his orgasm, feeling his come shooting deep inside of her.

When he finished he pulled out and she felt him whisper a cleansing spell. Hermione thought back to how easily he had chained her. Evidently he had been extremely prepared for all of this.

He walked to the door and Hermione found herself sitting bolt upright in the bed. “Professor,” she called out desperately, aware of how pathetic she sounded, calling him professor again. He turned slightly and smiled coolly at her.

“From now on, you just call me sir,” he said, “and you will obey everything I say. Feel free to test me and see what happens.” And then he was gone.
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