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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hi everybody! :) It's been a really close shave so I can't tell you how glad I am to be able to keep my promise and make another upload before Christmas. Many things kept sabotaging my plans, from Christmas preparations over my old computer being constantly on the frizz (and having to wait for the new one to arrive) to having a little difficulty with writing Hermione's 'reward' (hopefully) authentically and hot. At this point I give a big hug and my eternal gratitude to both my faithful beta "WolfInTheShadows" aka "GabbyFreak" and one of my dear readers, "Ptite Mac".
Thank you so much for your instructions and advise! ;p
Now then, let's see if McGonagall will find out about Hermione's dirty little secret, shall we?^^ Enjoy!

Chapter Ten - 'The Reward'
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut in desperation when the book which had sat on her head hit the ground with a resounding thud. Hot tears formed in her eyes and left burning trails as they ran down her crimson cheeks, only to be absorbed by the misused tie that still securely gagged her.
Bugger! I'm SO screwed!
Hermione had received the shock of her young life when the door had suddenly been pushed open and Minerva had rushed in. A horrifying abundance of anxious fears and worst-case-scenarios had hit her; McGonagall finding her in this very delicate and compromising position had been the centre of them. She had felt her heart clench at that thought and had visualised the dead certain disappointment and indignation in her former mentor's eyes who had secretly always had the status of a caring grandmother to Hermione. In this very moment, Hermione would have gladly sold her soul if the ground had just opened up and swallowed her.
Leave! For Merlin's sake, Minerva, leave! Please!
Feverishly, Hermione had kept her nose pressed against her wand on the wall, terrified to let it drop and thereby drawing highly unwanted attention to herself. She had listened closely to the dialogue between McGonagall and Snape; not daring to breathe. Hermione hadn't realised that she was starting to shiver increasingly; her fear meanwhile creeping into her every bone, taking its physical toll.
The moment she heard McGonagall utter her name, Hermione jerked, the book she had been balancing got into a slanted position and...fell to the ground.
Ooooohhhh bugger!!!

... "Did you hear that?" Minerva McGonagall asked suspiciously, wand at hand. "Now what was that noise?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Snape was glad he was still blocking the headmistress' way back into his office. Trying to save the situation from escalating, he skilfully downplayed the awkward situation by replying nonchalantly. "One of my books must have fallen off the shelf. Nothing to worry about."
Minerva looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Why would one of your books just fall off the shelf, Severus?"
What a nosy woman McGonagall was at times!
Inwardly frowning at Minerva's natural female curiosity, but keeping up his cool façade, Snape pore over what kind of lie he would have to present her that was believable. After all, McGonagall was rather brilliant...
After a few moments of pondering, he had made his decision. "Because..." He drawled, deliberately adopting an annoyed tone. "I'd been...dusting earlier."
The look on Minerva's face was priceless. She couldn't help it, but the idea of the grumpy professor actually dusting put an amused smirk on her face. It was bloody hilarious.
Suppressing the grin that curled around the corners of her mouth, Minerva tilted her head, then shook it.
"Nevertheless..." She said, not really buying Snape's story but eventually deciding on minding her own business. "I came here in the first place to discuss your cooperation with Miss Granger."
"My what?" Snape asked, frowning slightly.
"Your cooperation." Minerva repeated, looking at him in confusion. "Haven't you heard of it? I've asked Miss Granger to help me cataloguing the items we have already found and still will find in that secret chamber." The old woman smiled warmly. "You know she's always shown a special talent for responsibly dealing with precious artefacts..." McGonagall continued, referring to Hermione's former use of the time turner.
Inwardly grinning, Snape thought to himself. Miss Granger has shown some talents indeed. Yet he was not referring to what McGonagall had spoken of....
Continuing her glorified encomium of Hermione, the headmistress spoke again. "But I'd rather have you around her just in case there's some kind of dark magic attached to any of those items. She might be eager but I have the strong feeling that, regarding her current situation, she needs a little guidance."
Just when the professor was about to protest, Minerva dismissively waved her hand. "Which brings me to another key point, Severus."
Snape definitely did not like the finality in McGonagall's voice.
"For the time Hermione is back at Hogwarts, she will be our colleague and I expect you to treat her with the according respect." Minerva narrowed her eyes. "Plus, since all members of Hogwarts staff are on first name terms with each other we will not exclude Hermione from that."
Now Snape was openly frowning. This was not good. McGonagall wasn't even aware how much of his natural authority over Miss Granger would be taken away from him when she was to call him by his given name. Damn Minerva!
"Don't protest." The headmistress stated firmly. "It's of no use; I've made my decision on this. I will let Hermione know about it at the briefing in the morning."
Snape let out a silent growl.
"Now be good, Severus." McGonagall said in an unbearably motherly tone. "No need to pout. We all know how much you enjoy being every student's worst nightmare, but since Miss Granger is no longer your student, you can't punish her anymore by deducting house points."
Well, maybe not by deducting house points... Snape thought grimly; fighting back the urge to give that door a little push and let McGonagall witness with her very eyes just how much of a punishment he was still able to grant Miss Granger.
"Fine then." He eventually snarled. "Was that all, headmistress?" Snape drawled the last word, emphasising his dismay over her presumptuous order.
"Yes, that's all. Good night, Severus." Minerva replied, starting to walk away but suddenly turning on her heel. "However...I was wondering if you might have a clue to the whereabouts of our dear Miss Granger; I simply can't happen to find her."
Now an impish smirk played around the professor's thin lips. "No idea." He shrugged languidly."Good night, Minerva."
That said, he simply left McGonagall standing in the gloomy hallway of the dungeons and audibly slammed the door shut behind him.
Behind that door, Hermione slumped down the moment it clicked shut and her wand fell down to the ground, rolling towards the god damn book that had been sitting on her head earlier. The tears that had been running down her face had left ugly trails of black mascara, her cheeks glowing in a bright red, same as her nose, which was sore from pressing her wand against the wall.
Her knees stung from the carpet burns and if she had a mirror, she would be painfully aware of the fact that she looked like a bizarre mixture of an ill-humoured circus clown and Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. All in all, she was a mess. And an angry mess at that!
Even though the wetness between her legs was still present, the shock and fear that made her tremble violently had killed most of Hermione's wantonness. Right now, after the threat of being busted had been averted, she was seething.
Noticing the furious look in Hermione's dilated eyes, Snape reached for the book and her wand on the floor in wise foresight; regarding Hermione capable of sending either a nasty hex or even the book itself into his direction once her hands would be freed from the restraints. Placing both items at a safe distance, he then helped Hermione stand up and removed the tie that served as a gag from her mouth.
Her outburst wasn't long in coming.
"Don't you EVER LOCK YOUR BLOODY DOOR???" Hermione shouted at him, fresh tears running down her face, making her look even more ludicrous. Judging by the way she was shivering it was obvious that she was still under shock and Snape wasn't sure how to handle this. Firstly, he was taken aback by the intensity of her outburst; the old Hermione Granger would have never even dared to hiss at him, let alone shout. Secondly, and very much unlike him, there was that odd idea forming in his head to actually lay a consoling, apologising hand on her shoulder. And, worse still, for a split second the professor was even at risk to follow the sudden impulse of actually giving Hermione a comforting hug until she would calm down.
Now where the heck did that come from? He wondered disapprovingly before quickly dismissing the ridiculous thought.
"I didn't lock it..." He stated matter-of-factly. "Since nobody dares to come here freely..." His voice was now dropping dangerously in register. "Except a few audacious spitfires."
Hermione's sobbing had subsided while she was trying to comprehend Snape's words. She was not sure at all if they were meant as a hidden accusation or indeed a compliment. "So you're saying it's my fault I almost got caught because I came to you in the first place?" Hermione asked angrily while struggling to get to her feet. The latter proved to be quite a challenge as her hands were still bound behind her back. Nevertheless, she managed to rise more or less gracefully.
"Rash assumptions as usual, Miss Granger." The professor replied dryly when he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and spun her around roughly, freeing her from her restraints.
Hermione rubbed her aching wrists and then turned back around to face the professor. She was still mad at him, so Hermione spoke defiantly. "Fine then. Even if it wasn't my fault, I screwed up, didn't I?" More unwanted, fresh tears were forming in her eyes again and she realised that her voice started to crack. "So, since I presume this session to be over anyway, I'd rather have my wand back so I can leave and start to push this horrible incident to the back of my mind." Hermione swallowed hard. "Please. Just let me go."
The professor considered Hermione's request for a moment. If he'd let her go now, Hermione would probably ponder over what had just happened the whole night and might even come to the conclusion that it would be best to end to their arrangement; too afraid of getting busted again.
If he didn't let her go, agitated as she was, Hermione wouldn't be responsive to an all-too-rough handling either. However, his erection had reported back the moment he had removed her restraints, so Snape wasn't keen on spending the rest of the evening all by himself.
So what to do?
All of a sudden a flash of inspiration hit the professor and the corner of his mouth curled up. He uttered the words he was sure Hermione wouldn't be able to resist due to her naturally given curiosity. "So, you're not curious about your reward?" Snape purred in his richest voice, arching an eyebrow suggestively.
Hermione jerked. She was hooked.
Damn him!
"Of course I'm curious." Hermione stated disappointedly. "But as I said before, I didn't fulfil the task..."
Snape cut her off. "Due to a chain of unfortunate circumstances that is." Hermione looked at him curiously, his words raising her hopes. "Hence, provided you are willing to endure an according punishment for dropping your wand and the book beforehand, I will find myself in the position of having to grant you your reward."

Hermione weighed her possibilities carefully. "Will I know what my reward my reward is before I agreed to the punishment?"
"No."
"I figured as much." Hermione sighed and then asked thoughtfully. "Umm...Will this punishment be severe? Because after all this I don't think I can..."
Once more, she was cut off. "Nothing you can't take." Snape said, turning on his heel to head for the cabinet on the opposite wall. He rummaged in it for a second. "If memory serves me right,..." He purred, retrieving a spanking cane from the closet. "You were even more responsive than you were supposed to at its latest usage on you." He continued, mischievously referring to Hermione's initial spanking during a detention all those years ago, which had laid the foundation for her desire in indulging in deviant sexual behaviour.
Hermione felt her heart skip a beat in gleeful anticipation when the professor let the cane sear through the air for emphasis. The mere sound of the audible swish sent sparks of excitement through her lower regions.
Just like old times.
"Your answer, Miss Granger?" Snape urged Hermione for an answer as he approached her slowly.
"Ummm..." Hermione played for time to reconsider, but if she was honest to herself, her decision was already made. She let out a sigh of defeat. "Oh well, I'll go for the punishment."
Arching a trademark brow, he then asked in a surprisingly soft voice. "I'll go for the punishment, what?"
With a final sniff, Hermione dashed away the remnants of her tears. "I'll go for the punishment, Sir."
Snape nodded his approval for Hermione being back in character and addressing him properly. Apparently she had not overheard enough of Snape's conversation with McGonagall to know that from tomorrow on they would inevitably be on first-name terms.
But not tonight.
Wordlessly, he gestured for her to assume position over the arm rest of one of the green wing chairs facing the fireplace. It was just now that Hermione realised that the hem of her skirt was still tucked in her waistband, having her left embarrassingly exposed the entire time. Her knickers were no longer around her knees or ankles, but lay crumpled where she had been kneeling earlier.
But Hermione didn't care anymore. She was all too eager to find out about her reward so she complied eagerly and bent over the arm rest to receive her delicious 'punishment'. Holding her breath, Hermione braced herself for the burning sting that would follow the harsh blows of the cane.
"Considering the given circumstances, I regard ten strokes sufficient." Snape informed Hermione just before he brought the stick down on her bum. "Don't you agree, Miss Granger?"
"Aaaah!" Hermione yelped, startled by the intensity of the first blow.
"That's no acceptable answer to my question." The professor delivered the next severe smack while he mocked her, surprisingly cruel; now being back to perfectly playing his trademark role of the scary Potions Master Hermione used to be terrified of in her school days.
"Agreed!" Hermione forced herself to whimper, her heart pounding like mad when the sensation of the endorphins, elicited by her hypersensitive body in order to ease the pain, started pulsing through her veins.
"Agreed, what?" Snape hissed; this time all softness gone from his rich, resonant voice.
Holy fuck! This HURTS! This feeling is...incredible!
"Agreed, Sir!" Hermione sobbed when yet another blow hit her; the ever growing throbbing between her legs becoming almost unbearable.
"Better." The professor replied, delivering the remaining strokes in quick succession, making Hermione jerk repeatedly. Nevertheless, she somehow managed to bear her punishment in almost silent dignity.
When the final, resounding smack completed the purple, criss-crossed pattern of welts on Hermione's rear end, only one thought was on her mind.
If I died now, I would die happy.
Hermione was panting heavily whilst she enjoyed the burning sensation of the slowly subsiding sting. Acting with foresight, the professor gave her a moment to recollect herself before he would proceed, even though it was tempting to touch and admire his handiwork. If she was too much in a pain induced sexual frenzy, Hermione would probably not be physically capable of fully enjoying all aspects of her reward, so, for the time being, touching was unfortunately counterproductive for easing her wanton condition.
After some time, both Hermione's breathing and focus were back to halfway normal.
"Now then, Miss Granger, I want you to hop on my desk and face me." Snape instructed after a while, walking over to his chair and sitting down. Originally, he had planned something different for tonight, but given the current circumstances he still felt a little like apologising. And what Hermione was about to get was the closest thing to an apology he was willing to provide her with.
Hermione blinked, still a little dazed, but did as she was told and took her designated place on the desktop. Her bare bum made contact with the wood and she inhaled sharply; partially in pleasure, partially in pain. Her legs were dangling over the edge of the desk and she waited curiously for further instructions.
"Good." Snape said. He pointed at the front edge of the table. "Place your hands on the edge and don't you dare remove them. If you do..." He warned her darkly. "That will be the end to your reward. Have I made myself clear?"
"Perfectly clear, professor." Hermione nodded whilst she placed her hands where they were supposed to be. She had a vague suspicion of what was about to come, but she dare not hope for it yet.
Oh my. If that's going to be what I think it's going to be...
"Now lean back and stay still."
Hermione obeyed; leant back and stared at the ceiling above her. The front hem of her skirt was now also tugged into her waistband and Hermione shivered at the sudden cold on her exposed private parts. She then felt a warm, almost tender hand caressing the inside of her thigh, slowly proceeding from just above her knee to the juncture of her legs.
Hermione held her breath when the other hand mirrored the first hand's actions; additionally spreading her legs further, careful fingers exploring her dripping sex. Starting by tracing along Hermione's labia from the bottom of her opening, almost to that little nub of pleasure, but making sure of avoiding this sensitive bit for the time being, the professor then parted her lower lips.
The increasingly trembling young woman gave a suppressed whimper when Snape inserted the first two digits into her pulsing core, going for a teasing 'come hither' motion while hitting her sweet spot every now and then. Hermione kept staring at the ceiling frantically.
Bigger things had been down there, but this kind of treatment elicited odd feelings and desires she couldn't even name. The professor added yet another finger, now increasing the pace of his movement whilst he effectively finger fucked Hermione; his thumb now tormenting her clit by continuous application of pressure in circles and cruel withdrawal.
"You like that, don't you, little minx?" Snape teased her as the pounding of his digits became more vigorous.
Uuuuh, a touch of dirty talk. Nice!
To Hermione, it was the sweetest torture ever. Nevertheless, her urge to come had become almost unbearable by now and she was starting to get desperate for relief.
"Good...so good..." She managed to utter weakly, then pleaded. "Oh, please, Sir, I can't..."
"Tsk, tsk. Still none the wiser, aren't we, Miss Granger?" He reproached her. "You ought to know by now that patience is a virtue..."
That said, Hermione felt him remove his hands from her and her eyes flew open.
Blimey! Did I screw up again?
But Hermione's fears were unfounded. Only seconds later, a stream of air tickled her over-sensitive nub, making her back arch involuntarily.
Oh Merlin, he wouldn't...?
Well, obviously he would. A squeak of surprise was elicited from Hermione when the little blows stopped and his wet, warm tongue made contact with her evenly wet folds, diving into her and quickly whipping his muscle from side to side expertly.
Oh freaking hell!
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut in utter wantonness and bucked, totally lost in the sensation of this forbiddingly naughty pleasure. Her whole body was on fire when Snape altered between teasing blows, skilful twitches of his tongue and merciless plunging of fingers.
When he eventually started to primarily concentrate on her swollen bundle of nerves, Hermione was throwing hardly audible tantrums, unable to form coherent sentences anymore. Her knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the desk as she had been told and it took all of Hermione's remaining willpower to not run her hand through Snape's hair, holding on tight to those silky strands for her dear life while he kept flicking her clit. His teasing suckling turning to torturous sucks, Hermione let out a high-pitched yelp when she actually felt his teeth on her nub...
Ohhhh yes, yes, yes, yes!
Her heart pounding in her ears like crazy, Hermione couldn't stop trembling; the intensity of her orgasm claiming her fully as it washed over her, letting the young woman see stars behind her eyes.
Once more, it took Hermione a little while to come down from this incredible height, riding out the aftershocks of climax before her endorphin-flooded brain kicked in and she was able to think more or less clearly again.
WOW. Just...wow.
Hermione could hardly believe her luck. After the initial embarrassment she had been totally swept away by this awesome and deliciously pleasurable experience. Little sparks were still running like electricity through her skilfully 'tormented' nub when she propped herself on her elbows and breathed exhaustedly. "Now that was..." Hermione searched for the right expression. "absolutely tremendous!" The corner of her mouth twitched and she shyly added. "Thank you."
The professor only nodded barely before sitting down in his comfy desk chair, watching Hermione intently. His trousers were still tenting but from Hermione's current angle she didn't notice. Not a single word passed Snape's lips and after Hermione's formerly erratic panting had subsided the beginning awkward silence between them was only interrupted by the occasional crackling of the fireplace.
Hermione didn't know what to think. Why didn't he say something? Did she let herself go too much? Did that repel him?
Shit. What was I thinking???
Before long, the endorphins of her high made way for plaguing self-doubts. Not knowing what else to do, Hermione nervously started straightening her skirt; quickly covering her private parts when Snape eventually spoke.
"Are you always that responsive to this kind of..." He crooked his head, gauging her. "Treatment, Miss Granger?"
*gulp*
"Ummm..." Hermione swallowed hard. "Quite frankly...I don't really have a comparison."
The professor cocked a brow and Hermione shrugged almost apologetically. "Well, none of my..."
...bloody selfish assholes of...
"Partners ever bothered to try, so...I didn't push them." Hermione finished her sentence, her expression sad and rueful.
"You've never been curious?" The professor asked with narrowed eyes. "Now that sounds nothing like you, if I may say."
"Of course I've been curious." Hermione frowned, her eyes shifting. "However, this one time I dared to ask for it...my request was rejected rather crudely."
Silence.
"What did he say?" Came Snape's voice, a rare tone of comfort evident in it.
Hermione inhaled sharply, then said matter-of-factly. "He said it stank like fish."
The expression on Snape's face was priceless. Obviously he was trying not to laugh, but a throaty chuckle escaped him still nonetheless. Hermione liked what she saw, even though she felt a little offended by his reaction.
"Let me guess..." The professor said, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head slightly while he couldn't help but keep smirking. "It was that ginger dunderhead Weasley, wasn't it?"
Snape's amused grin was intoxicating, instantly brightening Hermione's sour expression and easing the shameful memory of Ron for requesting such a 'disgusting obscenity' as he called it. "The very same." Hermione nodded, rolling her eyes. "An event which I'd rather wipe from my mind."
"Well...now you have a more delightful memory to replace it with, don't you?"
"Indeed." Hermione smiled, all glad she had misinterpreted the earlier silence as a sign of disapproval.
The professor then deliberately steered the conversation into another direction, not purely unselfish. "I presume he had no qualms about calling in this favour for himself?"
"Pff!" Hermione grumbled, enraged. "Of course that bloody egoist had the nerve to actually expect me going down on him whenever possible. However..." She raised her chin triumphantly. "After his nasty accusations Ron didn't get that anymore, either."
"Good for you."
It was just then when the penny dropped and Hermione realised that this time, in contrast to good-for-nothing Ron, she had indeed been on the receiving end of some mind-blowing oral sex.
A strong desire to compensate came over her and she suddenly sat up, slipped from the wooden surface and knelt gracefully before Snape; now discovering the persistently tented frock coat in front of her.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She breathed, boldly reaching out her tiny hand to caress the bulge through the fabric. She was rewarded with a guttural moan. "I didn't notice before. May I take care of that, Sir?" She looked up to meet his gaze.
What is good for the goose...
"I haven't expected anything less from you." Snape replied hoarsely, softly removing her hand to undo his belt and fly. "Now let's see if you remember your lessons."
But Hermione had other plans. "No, let me. Please..." She said enthusiastically, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Surprised by her eagerness the professor didn't reprimand her but leaned back in his chair and, enjoying the show, let her have her own way.
Hermione undid the belt quickly, she proceeded to the fly which, matching the rest of his outfit, consisted of a row of buttons instead of a zip. Hermione giggled. "You really do like buttons, don't you, professor?"
He gave her a warning glance. "Less talking, more action, Miss Granger."
"Yes, Sir."
Hermione complied, freeing his painfully throbbing erection from its restraints and let her slender fingers work their magic along his shaft towards the base. The tip of her tongue lashed over the bulbous tip; paying special attention to the sensitive slit which glistened with pre-cum.
Oh my. I never thought I would enjoy such a thing that much one day...
Again, the professor gave an approving moan when Hermione intensified her ministrations, now engulfing him partially, bobbing her head up and down at varying paces.
It wasn't before long when Hermione felt strong digits grab a handful of the bushy hair on the back of her head, urging her deeper and deeper. Feverishly, she tried to recall her lesson from long ago as she squeezed her eyes shut in concentration and focused on the relaxation of her throat muscles. An inciting mixture of choking noises and hoarse grunts and groans were pervading the air but Hermione managed to overcome her gag reflex surprisingly quick.
All a matter of self-control.
Soon, she sensed a few black and white curls tickle her nose and once more started to bob cautiously.
It was kind of...touching that Hermione was obviously truly keen on pleasing him, Snape thought. On her own accord. Not by force, threat or any other manipulation. Well, maybe just enough force to egg her on even further...
While trying her best to maintain the desired position as long as possible, Hermione opened her eyes and a sight to behold was offered to her. Pure bliss was plastered across Snape's otherwise stern features; eyes half-lidded and mouth slack. Hermione would have loved to stay like this eternally, just to be able to cherish this staggering sight before her forevermore.
Needless to say that this was not possible.
In the end, she felt her natural swallowing reflex kick in; Hermione's throat tightening even more in the process and thereby triggering the according biological reaction from the professor. The iron grip on the back of her head intensified once more when Snape spilled himself into Hermione's throat in hot spurts; accompanied by a deeply satisfied grunt. As soon as he let go of her hair, Hermione let herself slump onto the floor, exhausted but happy with her performance.
"It seems..." The professor's rich voice cut through the steamy atmosphere. "You've memorised every bit of my instructions right down to the last detail, haven't you?"
Gasping for air, Hermione shot the professor a smug smile. "You taught me well."
Snape gave a curt nod and, after putting everything back where it belonged and buttoning up, helped Hermione to her feet.
"I think..." Hermione said, taking a look at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of the room. All of a sudden, she felt incredibly tired. "I'd better be going now. It's late and I'd rather not cross Minerva's path while slipping out of your private rooms tomorrow morning." Hermione shuddered at that thought.
"Agreed." Snape replied nonchalantly. After the abundance of today's events both Hermione and he would have some thinking to do so going separated ways for now would be reasonable.
After returning a thorough Scourgify on the young woman and himself, the professor returned her wand to Hermione.
"Thanks. For everything." She said and meant it. Hermione couldn't help but feel reminded a lot of their very first encounter when she had only been eighteen. Very grateful and very satisfied. And now yet another fantastic experience would remain engraved in her memory for good.
Blimey, if this mahogany desk could talk...
She inwardly chuckled, then opened the door and peeked into the hallways to see if it was safe to leave. Just to make sure she was protected from prying eyes, Hermione cast an invisibility charm on herself.
Better safe than sorry. My need for unwanted surprises is covered for the rest of my stay.
"Will I be seeing you tomorrow after work?" She asked when she slipped out of the door. "Before I..."
"Before you'll be stepping through my floo to head for 'Malfoy Manor'?" The professor cut her off, a sudden iciness evident in his tone when he was reminded of Hermione's future whereabouts.
"Ummm...." Hermione replied a little confused.
He isn't actually jealous, is he?
"We'd probably meet before the day is through." He said calmly. As it seemed, Hermione had not overheard enough of his earlier conversation with the headmistress to know that they'd be working together from the next day on. So much the better. "Good night, Miss Granger."
"Night, Sir." She said and closed the door behind her silently.

Back in her room, Hermione, dressed for the night, let herself slump on the bed she hadn't slept in once since she had come here. Many, many thoughts occupied her mind after this long and truly eventful day. Slipping under the warm bed covers, she recalled some of her impressions.
Even though it was not a completely pleasant experience, she had found out about the true nature of the 'Dark Revels'. It had been shocking, yes, but also...hot. The image of her Gryffindor comrade, Snape, and Lucius in heated action popped up before her inner eye and Lucius' later implication that there had also been male-on-male activities going on...intrigued Hermione a lot.
Her mind then wandered to Lucius. Ts, he really had scared the wits out of her in that dark alley. A shiver of excitement ran over Hermione's back. She shuddered. Arrogant as he may be, she had to admit that Lucius had so far kept his word and told her everything she had wanted to know about. Unadorned and honest. Unlike Snape, Malfoy, no, Lord Malfoy had not tried to cover up the inconvenient truth of the Death Eaters' past. Blunt honesty versus protective instinct.
Tough one.
Then, Hermione thought of that awful incident with Minerva. She shuddered again and cuddled up in her blanket. Things really could have turned nasty, but once again, Snape had protected her from this disaster. Well, maybe not without thinking about himself, too but anyway... Oh, and Hermione still lacked words for describing her 'reward' properly. "Mind-blowing" would be an understatement.
*happy sigh*
Plus, she had had the feeling that the professor had indeed a caring side to his hard shell, otherwise they wouldn't have been talking that much. If he hadn't stated clearly that Hermione should never mistake him for "a jealous husband" as he put it, she could have sworn that there had been a touch of jealousy to his voice earlier... Hermione was flattered somehow. She had to admit that she really, really liked her old professor. More than she possibly ought to.
And yet, the prospect of meeting Lucius Malfoy tomorrow excited her greatly. Even if it was only sexual, she had not had that much attention from a man in years. Let alone, two men.
Yawning, Hermione closed her eyes. She was glad that tomorrow was Monday; hence she could concentrate on her work with Minerva, which she was really looking forward to. That would give her the opportunity to put her mind off of sex...for a while.

A/N: My my, who wouldn't want that kind of apology?^^ Lots of action here and finally some true emotions shining through. Lots of Lucius in the next chapter, though. ;) Oh well...tough times for Hermione! ;)) *lol*
Please let me know what you think and share your thoughts! You know, just like last year, all I want for Christmas is...reviews! ;P
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