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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To her dismay the kiss lasted a mere second before Snape pulled back. His eyes searched her face, concerned.
"Miss Granger… I…" He was clearly struggling with what he wanted to say. "I… I am still not sure that this is what you truly want. Perhaps once you have spent some time with your friends and with the wider world you will see that what has happened here has affected your judgement."
"No, that's not true!" she replied emphatically. "I'm not going to change my mind. I… I care for you. I hate the way you've been treated, how everyone has always just believed the worst of you. I want to…"
"I think I understand." He pulled away and she saw a flash of disappointment in his expression before it was hidden. "Over the years you have been at Hogwarts I have seen you fight for those you feel oppressed and mistreated. Is this what I am? Am I just another one of your… causes?"
"No! How can you even think that?" she protested.
"It is not hard, considering the circumstances. You are the sort of person who will always fight for what you think is right, who cares about people others don't give a second thought to. You do not approve of the way I have been treated, you have seen me injured and forced into doing things I have no desire to do. So many terrible things I had to do to you…" He turned away from her, his face full of anguish. "It is all too easy to draw parallels between myself and your other causes. Only this time you have been confused by artificial emotions created to deceive the Dark Lord."
"No… please. Don't…" She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Please believe me… I mean what I said. I was attracted to you long before now. And my feelings… I think I started to… to care for you that first night." He turned slowly to face her. "I know I begged you to…" Here she blushed and looked away from the dark eyes that were regarding her thoughtfully. "…take me to you bed, but you weren't what I expected. I thought it was going to be difficult, but you were so kind and gentle. All this time I've been with you you've done your best to take care of me…"
"I beat and raped you…" he interrupted, his voice raised. "I used your body for my own pleasure… and you hated me for it! That hasn't changed, just because there is more to the story… How can you want to be anywhere near the person who did so many horrible things to you? How can you care for me?"
He had grabbed her by her upper arms and pushed her back so her thighs were against his desk as he had ranted. Despite his passion and rage he didn't frighten her, as she understood now what his anger was for himself and not her. It only made her want him more than ever.
"You did nothing I didn't agree to you. I forgave you time and time again for what you did. I wouldn't have said that if I didn't mean it.
"And before long you may change your mind, once you have had a chance to think. Only time will tell if you can truly forgive me for what I have done to you."
"No… once forgiveness has been given, it cannot be taken back." She laid her hands on his chest and looked straight into his eyes so he could see how much she mean it. "I will always forgive you… always."
"And I will wait until a later date to see if you still mean that, but for now, I cannot give you what you want."
His words were clear, but she had been around him long enough that to her, his eyes told a different story. He almost seemed to be pleading with her not to push him any further. She was sure that he was tempted, and that it wouldn't take much to change his mind.
"Please… I still have to… there's so much to do still, and I can't… I just need you. Please…" She looked up into his eyes, the terror for him, the fear that she would never be able to be with him again almost overwhelming her. She could almost see his bloodied body lying in front of her, and she grabbed him and held on tight as if to reassure herself that he was really there with her, and not lying in a pool of his own blood.
For a brief second a frown crossed his face, making Hermione wonder if he had once again dipped into her head and seen the images that her mind had been all shouting at him. Hermione tensed, waiting for the coming rejection but instead one hand slipped around her waist and held her close. He looked deep into her eyes as if searching for something. Hermione held her breath and prayed as time seemed to stretch for the longest time
Then, slowly, his other hand came up to tangle in her hair. "Merlin help me," he whispered, before he pressed his lips to hers.
What was at first a chaste kiss quickly became heated as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck, and opened her mouth to let her tongue trace his lips. With a groan he parted his lips and used the hand around her waist to pull her tight against him.
Snape leaned into her, eagerly pressing her back against the hard desk. It seemed that now he had decided to give in to her he wasn't going to waste any time. Clumsily he lifted her up and sat her on the top, shoving blindly at the parchment and books already there, before pulling back slightly to look down at her flushed face.
Hermione's hands were already on his buttons, and as she began to slip them through their holes the memory of another time when she had done the same rose unbidden to her mind. She snuck a quick glance up at him, and could deduce from his expression that he was thinking along the same lines. Her cheeks flared even brighter and she set to work even faster to get the moment over with.
She was surprised when Snape's hands closed over hers, stopping her progress. She froze with a button halfway through the loop, her eyes fixed on their joined hands, and unable to look up at him, scared he had changed his mind.
"I'm so sorry…" he whispered. "I didn't want to…"
She found the courage to look up, and seeing the tortured look on his face she quickly put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "I know…" she said gently. He opened his mouth to speak again, but she stopped him. "Shh… Please… don't. Not now." She reached up to capture his mouth momentarily with hers again.
Leaning back, she brushed his hands aside and began to undo his buttons again, keeping her eyes fixed on his as she worked. Snape watched her silently, his gaze flicking between her eyes and the bottom lip she was gently biting.
By the time she was pushing his coat off his shoulders his eyes had turned hungry, and impatiently he tore the buttons at his sleeve open and shrugged it off, letting it drop to the floor. Hermione pulled her jumper and t-shirt over her head in one quick movement before lacing her arms around Snape's neck to kiss him again. Soon they were both fumbling with their remaining clothes, but she paused when it came to his shirt. He'd never removed it in front of her, expect the time he'd thought he'd been alone, and she wasn't sure whether he would now.
Catching his eye, she slowly moved her hands to his collar and paused as if to ask permission. He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Leave it on. I wasn't lying before when I said it's not a pretty sight.
"I don't mind," she replied. "I'm not going to change my mind over a few scars."
He was not convinced. "It's more than a few scars. You won't…"
"Won't what? Want to continue? I'm not exactly blemish-free myself and yet that hasn't seemed to put you off." He was silent, although his eyes flickered quickly over the letters on her arm. She continued. "I want to see… I want all of you. Please…"
Finally he nodded, although she could see the vulnerability in his eyes. How could he believe she wouldn't want him, just because he was marked? His appearance wasn't why she was there, although she would easily admit that she found him attractive. Her fingers made fast work of his shirt, and soon she was sliding her hands up under the material, revelling in the warmth under her fingers as she explored the hard ridges that covered his skin. He was pale and slim, too slim really, although he had filled out somewhat since that day she had caught sight of him changing. And he was perfect.
Aware that he was breathlessly observing her lazy perusal of his body, waiting apprehensively for the verdict. Biting her lip, Hermione lowered them slowly to midway along one particularly bad scar that began partway down his left side and crossed several ribs to end below the collarbone. Gently she alternated between open-mouthed kisses and running her tongue up the white line until she reached the top. Peeking up at his expression she was staggered by the rawness of the desire that covered his face.
Before she could make another move he had pulled her back up to him and crushed his mouth against hers. In the haze of passion that descended upon her in the minutes that followed, she barely registered when the rest of their clothes came off, or that he had gently pushed her down onto a soft surface. All she knew was the hot tangle of limbs, the taste of his mouth and skin, and the weight of him above her as his fingers rediscovered the parts of her body with which he had made himself so familiar.
She was all too aware as well, of the hardness pressing against her thigh as she clung to him, and as she came down from the first of her orgasms, brought on by his clever fingers between her legs and his mouth on her breasts, she reached down to grasp him. Soon he was gasping into her mouth with the movement of her hand, and it didn't take much encouragement for him to settle between her thighs.
Sighing with pleasure at finally having him where she had so desperately wanted him the past few weeks, she wrapped her legs around his, and savouring the feel of him at her entrance. Her last coherent though for some time was that she would do anything to make sure this was not the last time they were together.
In one swift movement he pushed into her, burying his face in her neck. Hermione arched her back and moaned in pleasure as he filled her, but the muffled cry he had uttered with his first thrust tore at her heart even as she urged him on.
"Hermione…"
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