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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: Sooo...I'm back at last. Hello again. :) A few worried PMs have reached me, readers asking if there's going to be an update soon of if this story has been abandoned. No need to worry at all, guys - "Embracing My Very Own Darkness" is completely mapped out in my head and I've already taken notes for the remaining chaps. Hence, it's only a matter of time when the new chaps will be up (Bloody "real life" -.-) and even if there might be months between individual instalments, this fic will definitely have a proper ending! Just bear with me, please.^^
As usually, a big thanks goes to my faithful beta GabbyFreak/WolfInTheShadows who, amongst other things, cautiously reminded me of the fact that Snape would never think of something as "hot" but rather "arousing". ;)) Thanks girl! *hugs*
Now then, let's see how things are going between our stubborn protagonists and what Hermione is about to experience at Malfoy Manor... ;) Have fun reading!

Chapter Eleven - 'Enter The Snake's Den'
The weekend being over, Hermione was happy to start working for headmistress McGonagall early Monday morning. It was exciting to be amongst the first few lucky people to lay an eye on the ancient parchments, books and artefacts that had been sitting in the secret chamber next to Hogwarts' library since Merlin knows when, patiently waiting for their discovery. Hoping that cataloguing would be just the right thing to take her mind off of the intense amorous events and blissful ease of sexual tension of the last couple of days. Imagine her surprise when she learned that McGonagall had condemned Professor Snape to supervise Hermione's work and take care of safely unwarding some of the more delicate specimens.
As if that weren't enough, McGonagall informed her nonchalantly that she had decided for her team to be on first-name-terms; hence the younger woman was no longer "Miss Granger" but "Hermione" to everyone.
Including Snape. Oh my.
Hermione wasn't sure if she approved of this development that Minerva had thoughtlessly forced upon both her and the Potions Master. Judging from his sour look, he didn't approve of being addressed by his given name either. No authoritative title. No fancy potions degree. Simply Severus.
Blinking rapidly at this new piece of information, presentiment crept upon Hermione.
Oh hell, I've got a feeling that I'm going to pay for addressing him that way, even if it's not my fault...
However, McGonagall insisted on her decision vehemently and Hermione snorted inwardly at her difficulty of obeying Minerva's interpersonal request.
This is ridiculous!
Hermione shook her head to herself quietly when she realised that she obviously had no qualms being bent into the most embarrassing positions, having the most humiliating acts forced upon her but did have scruples on calling her 'abuser' by any other name than "Sir" or "Professor"?
What the hell is wrong with me???
From the corner of her eye, she watched Snape, who paid her no attention at all, wondering what he might be thinking about this.
A deathly silence filled the vault for the better part of the morning after the headmistress had left until Hermione discovered a beautiful ancient statue that had unfortunately been protected with a tricky ward; making it impossible for anyone to move or touch the perfectly chiselled ivory.
Hermione swallowed. She knew she needed Snape's help with this one so they could no longer avoid a conversation. Looking back over her shoulder, she harrumphed, then spoke reluctantly. "Ummm...Severus?" Hermione was taken aback that saying his name out loud was eventually not as difficult as she had expected. On the contrary. It sounded somewhat good.
Snape's dark eyes darted up to her from one of the books he had been reading. Hermione instinctively cringed for a second; almost expecting a slap on the head delivered by wandless magic but nothing happened. "What is it, Mi..." He stopped, then corrected himself while rolling his eyes. "Hermione?"
A delightful shiver ran down the young woman's spine when she listened to her name, delivered in that rich and, intentionally or not, always a bit husky voice.
Hm. I...could get used to this!
Judging from the slightly baffled expression on Snape's face, Hermione was pleasantly surprised that the experience of calling her by her first name had obviously not been as bad as the Potions Master had originally expected, either. Now a small smile curled around the corner of Hermione's mouth.
"I'm afraid I need your help here..." She said tentatively." ...Severus?!" At first it felt like choking when she uttered his name but once it had passed her lips, Hermione was relieved. Indeed, it wasn't all that bad. Not at all. She might even get used to it...
Gliding over to her in an impressive billow of black robes, Snape inspected the wayward statue a little closer. "Very well, let's see what we can do about that...Hermione."
Hermione felt herself blush even though she had no idea why.
The tabby cat that had been sitting unnoticed on the artificial sill stretched idly and meowed contentedly. Gracefully hopping to a nearby balcony, she scurried through the hallways before coming to a halt in a niche hidden from view, then transfiguring back into her human form.
"At last!" Minerva McGonagall exclaimed, smirking. "My oh my, stubbornness of the youth..." She mumbled to herself; probably not only referring to Hermione but to Severus as well to whom she was twenty-five years his senior. "Too blind to see the most obvious facts..."

The rest of Hermione's day went by rather uneventfully after the ice seemed to have been broken between Snape and her. In the beginning it, had still been a little awkward for both of them to refer to each other in a more familiar way than they used to but after the fifth or sixth try they were slowly getting used to it.
Hermione couldn't quite explain it but it felt like being on first-name-terms with Snape, no, Severus, had suddenly added an exciting degree of intimacy to their...well, "arrangement". A new nuance which was not only warming certain parts of her body, but her heart, too. Deep within she wished for the professor to feel the same way about it, however, being the pessimist she had become over the years, Hermione didn't dare hope, let alone admit it to herself. Opening up to another person emotionally held great potential for getting deeply hurt. And yet...
Stop it, Hermione! You're constantly being given the hell of a fuck! Leave it like that. Why risk all that gorgeous sex for a hopeless sloppy sentimentality?
Hermione grimaced as she imagined the voice in her head belonging to the little devil on her shoulder, without a doubt, had knocked out the angel seconds ago.
With a final look in the mirror, she double-checked on her schoolgirl outfit, hoping she was presentable enough for her first encounter with Lord Malfoy. The forthcoming 'event' had totally slipped out of her mind for the better half of the day; her subconscious too occupied with suppressing her newly discovered feelings for Severus. Funny enough, it had been Snape who had reminded her matter-of-factly to better not keeping Lucius waiting.
Hermione took a look at her wrist watch. Eight minutes to seven. Still enough time to make it through Snape's Floo to the library of Malfoy Manor. And yet...Hermione didn't know what to think.
On the one hand, she was dying with anticipation for eventually getting Malfoy, or, to put it more precisely, him getting her; the very idea of getting physical with the cruel wizard wetting Hermione's knickers enough for having to perform a quick Scourgify. On the other hand, there was that little voice in her head that persistently whispered. "Don't go." - However, as for the why of not going that blasted little voice remained silent.
Not helping. So why would parts of me not want me to go? This makes no sense!?
Hermione grumbled silently to herself. Most definitely it was not because of her being afraid of Lord Malfoy. Hell no, fearing he had been the driving force behind agreeing to this sick little encounter in the first place.
So, Hermione came up with a few rather ridiculous theories, but had to scrap them when she eventually gave in and faced the somewhat disturbing truth. - Hermione liked Snape more than she wanted to admit.
Blimey.
Most likely headmistress McGonagall had no idea that her "We're all on first-name-terms" policy had positively added to Hermione's unhealthy crush she had on the dark wizard; providing her with a certain degree of familiarity and closeness beyond their originally purely carnal agreement.
"Don't mistake me for a jealous husband. I assure you, I am not." Snape's former statement rang in her ears; crushing Hermione's faint hope that her feelings might be mutual. And still, she somewhat couldn't get rid of the feeling of betraying Severus in some way when she would leave for Malfoy Manor tonight.
Things really started getting complicated.
Dissipating her worrying thoughts, Hermione made her way through the dungeons and past a surprisingly detached Professor Snape who, pretending to be busy with paperwork, simply waved her through his study, wordlessly pointing at his Floo without even looking up. His cold-hearted reaction both hurt and angered Hermione. Sure, she knew the professor and her were far from "being exclusive" and yet...she had somehow hoped for him stopping her from going.
Fine then!
Hermione growled soundly, furiously tossing a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace. "See you tomorrow, Professor." She spat, deliberately addressing him formally by title instead of his given name; desperate to offer coldness in reply to his obvious disinterest in her engaging another man. Hermione stepped into the green flames without looking back and vanished.
To hell with that! Time to concentrate on Lord Malfoy...
"See you tomorrow, Hermione." Snape grumbled softly as soon as she was gone. He wasn't keen on letting her go. Well, not really. It was kind of arousing to think of her and his best 'friend'. Still, he grumpily admitted to himself that he'd rather not share her. Severus knew very well what Lucius was capable of and even if the oath would protect Hermione from greater damage a whole series of Lucius twisted little 'specialities' popped up before his inner mind; Hermione being the centre of it.
He scowled. But then again, it was he who had initiated the idea of Hermione seeing Malfoy Senior in order to meet her twisted desires in the first place, experiencing and exploring her darkest needs. Experiences he wasn't willing to provide her with, so she had to look for them elsewhere. It defied all logic to stop her now, didn't it? Snape tried his best to convince himself that he had just been pushing her in 'the right direction'; enraging Hermione on purpose to make sure she wouldn't change her mind about leaving for the Manor.
Well, it had worked after all and now it was out of his control anyway...

Hermione stepped out of the greenish flames which instantly turned into a cosy, crackling fire the moment she left the hearth.
Still furious about the professor's hurtful indifference she looked around the impressive room to learn that she was...alone. Frowning, Hermione shot her wrist watch a glance. It was seven o'clock sharp.
I'm on time, Milord is not. Great. Where the fuck is he?
Sighing, Hermione decided on giving the infamous Malfoy library, which apparently also served as Lucius' private study, a closer look while she had to wait. Long rows of books filled the shelves from floor to ceiling and Hermione's mood brightened at the look of them. Curiously, she scanned over the spines and soon found a volume that interested her. Sliding the book from its place, Hermione sat down on a nearby footrest. As usual, she was quickly absorbed in her reading, completely unaware of what was going on around her; not even realising that she was sitting with her back towards the door which was now sliding open silently.
The greater was the shock when Hermione suddenly heard an all too familiar voice alarmingly close behind her, making her jump, slamming the book shut. "Tut tut, Miss Granger." Lucius mocked her patronisingly. "Neglecting your cover like this can be lethal. You might never learn who came for you until it's too late." He continued, menacingly emphasising his statement by placing his cane underneath her chin and lifting it roughly, exposing Hermione's throat. "Don't you agree?"
Within seconds, a glowing stream of little blue stars and particles emerged out of thin air. It whirled about impressively before finally wrapping itself around Lucius' wrist, forcing him softly but vehemently to lower his cane releasing Hermione's chin and throat in the process. He snorted. Bloody oath.
"Holy shit, you scared me!" Hermione exclaimed, swivelling her head as she looked at him sulkily.
Lucius arched an eyebrow in indifference. "Did I? My dear, I'm sure you are aware that I intend on doing things worse than scare you tonight, aren't you?"
*gulp*
The colour of Hermione's cheeks turned into a treacherous red and she averted her gaze. Still, she was somewhat relieved that the protective oath had proven its powers and saved her from 'harm'.
Lucius' eyes narrowed. To his knowledge this special oath was tailored for Hermione individually; hence it had probably kicked in due to the fact that Hermione had been in a state of 'natural fear', not sexually motivated fear. Hm. He had to put this to the test before they could proceed any further.
Once more he brought his cane to the underside of Hermione's chin, this time tilting it way rougher than before, making the young woman gasp and grasp the rim of the low stool she was sitting on.
No magic.
"Well well..." Lucius grinned when he released Hermione, passing by her. "It seems that now you are aware of my presence the conditions of your little trick alter." He indicated for her to rise. "Get up and let me have a closer look at you then."
Mesmerized, Hermione did as she was told without questioning it; obediently turning around herself when she was requested to, still not daring to raise her eyes. Lucius' eyes drifted over her lecherously.
This is madness! Why the heck am I behaving like a brainless, intimidated idiot? This is so humiliating...
Next, Hermione realised that the magic hadn't been protecting her from Lucius' manhandling the second time he tried. She swallowed and this didn't go unnoticed.
Blimey. This is going to be a real jeopardy.
Having finished her turning, Hermione eventually plucked up her courage and looked Lord Malfoy in the eye to learn that he was obviously pleased at her appearance. He curtly nodded his approval. "Just like old times." He purred. Leering at her, the sleek Blonde then reached for the fireplace poker, spinning around at an insane pace and with a terrifying roar...attacking Hermione!
Only inches before her, the magic of the oath saved Hermione's skull from being smashed; angry blue stars sent the poker flying across the room where it hit the floor with a resounding clatter. Hermione had ducked instinctively, thereby crashing against the bookshelves behind her; some of the books tumbled and also hit the floor.
Wide-eyed and shaking, she stared at Lucius who, much to Hermione's confusion, had regained his composure within seconds, now informing her wryly as he revelled in her fear. "So, as to once and for all assuage your sorrows concerning your silly oath kicking in or not..." He shot her a smug smile before his facial features darkened. "As you might have noticed I still cannot hurt you..."
Hermione rapidly blinked, mouth agape and lacking words.
Lucius straightened his robes, then added knowingly. "At least...not unless it wets your knickers."
Hermione turned crimson at his blunt conclusion. Heading towards the door, Lord Malfoy nonchalantly gestured for Hermione while passing by her. "Now clean up that mess, then follow me. I've been waiting for this way too long already..."
Her heart pounding in her ears from the adrenaline that was still running through her system, Hermione collected the precious books and journals with shaky hands, placing them where they belonged.
Having finished her task, Hermione followed Lucius quietly despite her anxiety, nothing to be heard but the clicking of their heels on the immaculate marble floor. Apparently Muggle electricity had still not made its way into the Wizarding World. The museum-like hallway he led her through was only dimly lit by flickering torches, giving the portraits an additional gruesome touch. Every drawing was inhabited by at least one member of the oh so noble Malfoy family, the long row of Lucius' Pureblood ancestors contorting their faces in disdain when the young woman passed by. Hermione could have sworn she had heard angry whispers along her way; "Mudblood" being amongst the nicer disgusted hisses. She shuddered.
Then something else caught Hermione's attention. A beautifully crafted spiral staircase which wound downwards in a clockwise direction, graced by a rather creepy looking winged demon statue which grimaced nastily, baring its fangs. The ugly creature held a trident in its claws, pointing into the darkness which supposedly led to the end of the circular stairs. Instantly, Hermione's twisted mind came up with at least of dozen of ideas what horrors waited down there, deep in the recesses of Malfoy Manor. The hairs on her neck stood on end and Hermione stopped.
"Umm...Lord Malfoy?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly. "What is down there?"
Lucius spun around elegantly and looked at her. "My dungeons, Miss Granger." Then his lips turned into a knowing sneer. Hermione swallowed hard.
His dungeons. Bloody hell. Dungeons like in...torture chamber?
"Why do you ask?" Lucius pressed, feigning ignorance albeit he had quite an idea what was going on in her mind. He had seen that distracted look in a girl's eye too often to be fooled.
"Just...asking." Hermione replied nervously, too ashamed to admit that she was dying to know what exactly was down there.
"Don't worry..." Lucius assured her. "You can see for yourself soon enough."
Oh my.
"But for a start..." The suave Blonde continued, walking to a nearby door and opening it, making a come-hither motion towards Hermione. "I'd rather rewrite history with you...in a more familiar surroundings."
Her breathing hitching at his ominous statement, Hermione walked past Lucius entering the stately room carefully. The glow from the crackling fireplace cast long shadows and Hermione had to blink a few times before she became aware of where she was. The moment she realised it, she held her breath.
This was the drawing room. The very room where Bellatrix Lestrange had been straddling her, carving "Mudblood" into Hermione's forearm with a sharp dagger. The wounds had never healed completely since bonkers Bellatrix had been cutting way too deep into Hermione's skin so the younger witch had decided on wearing a charm to cover the scars that would mark her as "Mudblood" for the rest of her life.

"Am I right in assuming you remember this room?" Lucius cut Hermione out of her reverie.
"Of course I do." Hermione replied, instinctively running her fingers over the scars on her arm which were still covered by her blouse.
Lucius arched an eyebrow at her. "Have you ever wondered, what would have happened to you, if..." He frowned. "If my treacherous house elf had not come to your and Potter's rescue?"
Hermione swallowed. As a matter of fact, she had always tried her best to dismiss the idea of what had happened if Dobby hadn't showed up. Now she was about to get the answer to this unspoken question.
"Not really." Hermione admitted honestly. "Even though..." She added, quivering a bit. "I always had the vague suspicion that you, as master of the house and host to Lord Voldemort's Dark Revels, would have been given an according...compensation for your efforts."
Lucius smirked, approaching Hermione predatorily. She backed away from him, suddenly feeling to urge to run, but she knew it would be to no avail. Hence, she kept staring at Lucius, fear and arousal dilating her pupils.
"Indeed, Miss Granger." Malfoy agreed hoarsely while casually leaning his snake-headed cane against the enormous fireplace, persistently approaching Hermione and gradually closing the distance between them. "And my compensation is overdue..."
Having said that, Lucius darted forward and Hermione let out a shriek. Before she knew what was happening, she was wrestled down to the ground, her heart pounding like crazy when she became aware of the delicious helplessness that came with being trapped underneath the grunting blonde wizard. His hands roamed her body greedily as Lucius reached for Hermione's blouse and shredded it, exposing her heaving cleavage. Gasping at his sudden attack, Hermione hammered against his chest, thinking that would have been the way she had reacted if this had happened ten years ago.
Egged on by her resistance, faked or not, Lucius purred appreciatively. Tweaking one of her nipples with one hand, he lifting Hermione's Gryffindor skirt with the other hand and reached between her thighs and parting her labia unceremoniously only to find Hermione dripping wet. Embarrassed and meanwhile completely 'in character', acting as the younger Hermione probably would have, the squirming young woman overreacted and before she was aware what she was doing, Hermione scratched Lucius to the cheek. Within the fraction of a second she was rewarded with a resounding slap across the face that left her breathless for a moment.
Ouch!
No-one had ever dared beating her like this, let alone across the face. Alright, spankings didn't count, she had asked for them more or less. But this... Hermione was completely dumbfounded. The fact that the magic of the oath wasn't kicking in surprised her though. Did she really like this kind of treatment? Well, the oath seems to thinks so.
Round-eyed, she stared at Lucius who shot her a smug smile. "Now that's the spirit, my little Mudblood!" He stated, outright cruelty embedded in the wizard's features. Lucius even went even further by claiming Hermione's mouth in a forceful kiss, biting down on her lip, drawing blood in the process. Hermione literally screamed into his mouth when the intensity of his bite hit her nervous system.
Breaking the kiss, Lucius breathed. "Beautiful." Hermione watched in a mix of horror and excitement when she saw her blood running down from the corner of the Pureblood's mouth. Despite the sting in her lip Hermione felt incredibly enthralled by the sight before her.
This is so animalistic!
Giving her a dark sneer, Lucius mumbled something Hermione couldn't understand but within the wink of an eye she found both her and Lucius in their birthday suits.
Shit! He can do wandless magic! I haven't excluded that in the oath!
Nevertheless, before Hermione could think of solving that problem, she felt Lucius' strong hands part her legs and enter her unceremoniously with a throaty moan. Hermione knew she was spoiled from Snape's abnormally well endowed physiques but she got the feeling that Lucius was equally able to do some damage with his goods, too.
"Ahhh!" She groaned when he simultaneously brought his lips to the other of her hard nipples, nibbling, suckling and biting it, driving Hermione crazy with his teasing. She unwittingly arched her back to intensify the contact, her body covered in perspiration. Panting heavily, she closed her eyes against the bliss that was inexorably forming inside of her.
I can't believe this is really happening!
Lucius worked her good and relentlessly for several minutes, always on top and in charge, before Hermione suddenly felt a tight grip on her throat in the heat of the action. She gasped in panic when she feared the pressure of Lucius' grasp would strangle her. Her sexual frenzy died away rapidly, now fearing for her life for real. The fear in Hermione's almost bulging eyes were enough to put the panting wizard over the edge, releasing into Hermione's trembling body in hot spurts before the oath eventually decided on saving its charge.
A strong blue particle stream loosened Lucius grip on Hermione's throat, leaving her coughing and her eyes beginning to water. Now voluntarily letting go of her throat, Lucius claimed Hermione's mouth once more in a final violent kiss. Satisfied for the time being, he rolled down from the young woman who was still struggling to catch her breath. "It seems..." He purred. "You Mudbloods are good for one thing after all."
Coughing, Hermione rolled to her side, facing him. "So you really would have killed me then?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to hear a truthful answer.
Giving her a crooked smile, Lucius tilted her Hermione's chin once more. "I've never wasted my possessions." He said, his words sincere, yet presumptuous. "Killing you would have ended the string of possibilities your submission to me holds."
"I will never submit to you." Hermione huffed, still in character. However, she was no longer sure how much truth her statement held for real. Even though Lucius had scared the wits out of her, she wasn't far from orgasm due to his sick actions. Hermione would be lying if she said it hadn't excited her to a certain degree once she had overcome her initial shock of being choked half to death.
Oh well, so much for that.
Of course, it was only authentic that he would give a shit about her needs. Hermoine had kind of figured that before.
"That remains to be seen." Lucius replied, rising and pulling Hermione up with him. Dragging her across the room, he waved for the door to open with a bang.
"Where are you taking me?" Hermione demanded to know, struggling with her own emotions.
"To my dungeons." Lucius replied viciously without looking at Hermione, giving her shivers. "I'm not even halfway done with you, Mudblood."

A/N: Phew. Now Lucius is something else, isn't he?^^ Hermione definitely had a tough debut. Can it get any tougher in the dungeons? ;) I believe so...
And what about that emotional bond slowly forming between her and Severus? ;) Oh well...I see much tension ahead. *lol*
Hope you enjoyed. Until next time, everybody! Please review and let me know what you think. :)
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