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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Hermione sighed in relief as she realised the books she believed she had ruined had only been glamoured by Snape, just as they had discussed. And the rest of her plan had worked so well too. It had barely taken Snape a day to manipulate her into promising to obey him. No wonder she'd gone weak at the knees every time he had come near her, the lust potion had worked better than even she had though possible.
Hermione leant back against the step, her head spinning. If the lust potion only worked with emotions that were there already, then what did that say about how she felt for the dark wizard when she'd been barely able to function for thinking of him once she'd taken the potion? The memory of him calling her his 'good girl' still made heat pool between her legs.
And if everything he had done had merely been part of the plan, then what about his feelings for her? Just a few hours ago, before all this madness started, she had been so sure that he wanted her. Was it all just an act? Did he do it all just to protect me? He had certainly been in a position to have her if he had wanted her, and yet he had kept his distance as soon as he had got the promises he needed from her? Yes, he had kissed her, sometimes when he hadn't needed to, and so gently and passionately at times, but he'd known she would have welcomed his advances, yet he hadn't been interested.
Tears began to track silently down her cheeks, but she barely notice, so caught up in the remembrance of how desperate she had been to please him that same night she had promised to do her best to be good for him. She could recall how she'd thought of it as her first time, the first time she had been a willing partner at least. But of course it wasn't. He'd taken her virginity so gently weeks before, but she'd had no idea at the time that such a thing had happened, and not have even thought it possible for Snape to have been so tender. He'd done so much for her, and she'd just let him die. Why the hell had she not thought to do something at the time?
Hermione looked at the single phial now sitting in front of her. She wasn't sure if she could take any more. Every memory she put back just made her feel worse, everything Snape had put himself through becoming more obvious with each one. She picked up the phial and swirled it thoughtfully through the tears still standing in her eyes. She owed it to him to finish, to know the full extent of everything he had done, just for her, to know how much she had lost with his death. She reluctantly uncorked the phial and pressed the last memory to her head.
She'd been quiet and accepting as Snape had explained that she was to ask no questions until after she had seen the memories. Yet another layer of repeated memories from the pensieve began to sink into place and jumble with the others. Snape's gentleness as she had come out of the first set of memories had surprised her, but not enough to stop her from pressing him to show her the chunk of memory that he, for some reason, didn't want her to see. She succeeded where she had failed before, and somehow managed to say the correct words to persuade him.
This time, at least, she had already seen herself convince him to take her virginity, as well as the actual act itself, so he didn't feel shocked, although the different perspective was strange. To have the memory of it actually happening as well as the memory of watching it like some voyeur floating through her head at the same time was strange. What was clear from the new memory, was the strange intensity with which Snape had acted, the wondering expression on his face as he had explored her body. Hermione could have cried as her heart seemed to break again when she realised how unloved and alone he had been for many years. But I care for him… don't I? He's not alone now…
Snape had been so defensive when she'd emerged from that memory, as if he was expecting her to last out at him for taking such liberties with her, as if she hadn't begged him to do such a thing. But by then her perception of him had already radically changed, and despite the fact that her feelings were still confused, she was sure that despite the circumstances, her first time couldn't have been easier or more enjoyable with anyone else. Would Ron or another boy my age have put in half the effort to make me feel comfortable that he did? My first time was bound to be awkward and painful, no matter who it was with.
In the memory she had needed to take a short break before going back into the pensieve, and had asked for something to eat. Tiggy had delivered some food for the both of them, finally prompting Snape to stop ignoring her. Once again she'd learnt what Dumbledore had forced Snape to do, and, as before, she'd been furious on Snape's behalf. Strangely that had somehow persuaded him to open up to her, possibly more than he had even her first night with him. The remembrance of how he had held her hand and told her that she was just as brave as him made her grow warm inside.
And then, another memory, this time belonging to Snape. He'd taken her in his bed that evening, after returning from Malfoy Manor, and he was in his office, talking to Dumbledore, his anger at himself barely restrained. She could feel her own sorrow at watching him so distressed. Her own perceptions of him had shifted yet again as she had watched him shake as he prepared the phials of her memories, before returning to the bedroom to wake her.
There was layer up on layer of watching herself watch her previous memories, and her head was beginning to spin. In between each memory there were moments spent in his company, often silent, as she tried to take in everything she was being shown. And then she was reassuring him yet again that he had kept his promises and taken care of her better than she could have expected.
She felt once more the pain she had experienced when he had pulled away from her kiss, thinking he didn't want her, and then her anger as she had shouted at him, and asked if the reason he wasn't interested was because he had someone else. He'd never answered her, she realised, sidestepping the question neatly and distracting her by telling her about the lust potion she had suggested she take, and blaming it for her attraction to him. She'd been unable to read the look on his face as she had told him she had felt the potion wear off a few hours before, before diving into the next memory.
What was becoming more and more obvious to her as the memories piled up in her head, was that he cared for her in some way, as well as she for him. It was evident in the way they both acted, if not by what they said to each other. But when she tried to speak to him, to get close, he lashed out, reminding her of all the terrible things he had done, telling her he would have killed her if needed. She'd been frightened by his words at first, but when he had told her she had no idea what he had gone through she had retaliated, and eventually he'd fled from the office, leaving her with Dumbledore, who'd made excuses for Snape's behaviour.
She'd snapped at him too, blaming him for isolating Snape, and for asking too much of him for many years. The Headmaster's response had been unexpected, but he hadn't given her the time to ask what he had meant, instead encouraging her to move onto the next memory. Thinking about what had happened in the day or two before the next one had made her realise how strongly she was attracted to him and how long her feelings had been growing.
And then McGonagall had found her.
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