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Snape's Redemption	By : JCB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven � His voice makes perfume when he speaks

Harry Potter sat back and discreetly burped into his hand. He was in the kitchen at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, surrounded by the Weasleys, Remus, and Tonks. They had all moved there after Hermione�s revelations on her last visit, and although he was happy they were all there, he often reflected it would have been nice if someone had asked him permission to take over his house. He quickly buried that traitorous thought; it wasn�t as if he actually wanted to live there alone, anyway.

He rubbed his distended stomach, reflecting that maybe the third helping of Molly Weasley�s bread and butter pudding had not been an altogether good thing. He burped again, less discreetly, and looked across the table into Ginny�s condemning stare.

�I told you that two was more than enough,� she prissily reminded him, sounding very much like Hermione.

Harry frowned and looked around the table; everyone was still eating and drinking, talking loudly, or laughing. He leant across to Ginny.

�It�s been nearly a week since she left,� he stated. �I�m getting worried.�

Ginny pursed her lips. �Hermione�s a big girl,� she finally responded, desperately trying to push down her jealousy. She knew Hermione and Harry were only friends, but it still irked her how Hermione always seemed to be on Harry�s mind these days. If he was thinking about a girl, shouldn�t it be her? Maybe she should go out with someone to get Harry refocused on her.

�But it�s Snape,� Harry continued, a worried frown marring his forehead. �We don�t know what he�s up to. And I think Remus, you know, doesn�t trust him. Or something,� he finished hurriedly, noticing that the conversations around seemed to be waning.

Ginny showed no such compunction.

�Look, Harry, if she�s capable of hexing practically everyone at this table plus Mad-Eye, I�m pretty sure she can handle Snape!� She stood, collecting her plate and stalking over to the sink.

Everyone else turned to Harry.

�Wotcher, Harry. Still worried?� Tonks grinned sunnily at him. �I have to agree with Ginny � Hermione can handle herself.�

�Yeah,� interjected Ron. �She�s scary.�

�She�s seventeen,� Remus snapped. �Severus is twenty years older and a powerful wizard. Harry�s right to be concerned.�

�Why?� asked Ron, shoving in more pudding and swallowing, not bothering to chew. �It�s not like he�s gonna do anything to her, is he?�

�Really?� Fred asked, raising his eyebrows. �I dunno, mate. The Greasy Git�s got the lovely, young, nubile Hermione prancing around him all day � hell, I�d be tempted.�

George looked at him questioningly, and Fred nodded towards Ron, whose face was flaming red.

�Don�t you � leave her � you sick �� Ron stuttered.

�Not Fred you have to worry about,� George grinned, pleased as always to taunt his youngest brother. �It�s Snape, remember. Lonely, powerful, horny Snape.�

A chorus of �Eeeewwww� erupted around the table, followed by laughter. Upstairs, the front door slammed and the portrait of Mrs Black woke up.

�Filthly mudblood! How dare you pollute my father�s house! Get out!� her shrieks echoed down the stairs, just as the door burst open and Hermione Granger stormed in.

�Where�s Mrs Weas � there you are!� Hermione raced over to Molly, thrusting a book under her nose. �Is this true?� she demanded.

�Hermione, dear,� Mrs Weasley gasped. She made to stand up, but was pushed firmly back down. �Are you all right?�

�Fine,� she hissed. �Is this true?� She thrust the book at Molly again. Gingerly, the older witch took it and, as Hermione�s eyes bored into her, read the highlighted passage. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at the dishevelled young witch.

�Why do you need to know this?� Molly questioned faintly. Everyone else was quiet, watching as Hermione grabbed the book out of Mrs Weasley�s hands.

�Doesn�t matter,� Hermione replied shortly. �Is it true?�

�Well, yes, but I don�t know�� Molly began only to be interrupted by Hermione.

�THAT MOTHER-FUCKING SON OF A SYPHILITIC WHORE!� she screeched. Turning to bolt out of the kitchen, she ran straight into Remus, who grabbed her arm.

�Hermione, what�s going on?� Remus asked urgently.

�Leave me alone,� she spat back, struggling to release herself.

�It was about getting pregnant,� Molly said, confused.

�WHAT!?!� shouted Ron.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and Remus was suspended upside-down in the air as Hermione raced out of the kitchen. Harry grabbed his wand, thought Liberacorpus! and Remus dropped to the ground. He was instantly up and sprinting after Hermione.

Harry looked around at all the shocked faces.

�She didn�t even use her wand,� he stated numbly.

Meanwhile, Remus had burst out of the front door just in time to see Hermione Disapparate.

�Fuck,� said the mild-mannered, polite, former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Then he turned and re-entered the house, debating once again whether or not he should reveal his suspicions.

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That filthy, fucking bastard, Hermione fumed as she stalked through Kensington Gardens, trying to get her emotions under control. She was stopped short by the crowd of tourists gathered around the statue of Peter Pan. Fucking stupid walking tours. She resisted the temptation to pull out her wand and blast them all into the Serpentine. She turned around and swiftly walked around to the upper part of the Gardens. Dodging the dog walkers and screaming kids, she headed towards her sanctuary; a tree whose branches bent down to the ground, creating a leafy cave for her to hide in. Woe betide if there was a snogging couple under there today.

There wasn�t, and she threw herself down on the ground to re-read the text she had highlighted for Molly Weasley.

In order for a witch and wizard to successfully conceive, there must a regular melding of their magics in the form of sexual intercourse; otherwise the witch will ultimately reject any foreign magic in her body. This writer suggests congress at least once a week, preferably every five days if possible.

It was sort of her own fault, she reflected. She had put off reading the book until today. In fact, she had forgotten about the book until Professor Snape had commented on it at breakfast. Well, he asked if she had bothered to read it and, if so, did she understand the contents. That had, of course, spurred her to go upstairs and read through it all.

Dirty bastard knew exactly what it said. Right, well, she could do this. She had to do this. She would do this. Resolved, Hermione stood and walked towards the Victorian Terrace that they now resided in. She didn�t know how the professor had acquired these lodgings, nor did she really care. As long as he kept on teaching her.

As she stood at the lights, waiting to cross Bayswater Road, a grin spread across her face at the remembered success of her wandless magic. Even Snape couldn�t perform Levicorpus! without a wand. Feeling slightly more cheerful (and a lot more superior), Hermione continued on.

She could survive this.

She didn�t have any choice.

*~*~*~*

Hermione opened the door quietly and entered the house. For some reason known only to Professor Snape, he had insisted that a full-length mirror adorn the wall facing the front door, and Hermione grimaced as she saw herself. Dressed in very casual clothing and with hair flying out in every direction, she looked like a stereotypical escapee from a mental hospital. Shrugging mentally and physically, she continued down the hall and, hearing the clatter of pans from the back of the house, headed to the kitchen.

�Fine,� she announced. �I�ve read it. So, come on, let�s get it over with.�

Severus looked over his shoulder at her and frowned. �As you can see, I am not quite able to ravish you at this moment. Grab that towel and start drying.�

Hermione stared at him in astonishment. �What are you doing?�

�Washing up, you idiot girl,� he replied.

Hermione rolled her eyes and drew in an exasperated breath.

�Why not use magic, you idiot man?� she asked evenly.

Severus whipped around. A reluctant smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

�Believe it or not, Miss Granger, manual work is quite relaxing. However, I do not like drying the dishes, so that can be your job.�

Hermione shook her head and walked out of the room. �I�ll be upstairs,� she informed him. �Can you hurry so I can get this over and done with?�

He watched her reflection in the window until she had disappeared. �Hurry, Miss Granger?� he muttered under his breath. �Oh, I don�t think so.�

With a shark�s grin, he resumed attacking the dishes, his mind still whirring and trying to figure out how to accomplish this task without drugging her. He did not have a lot of experience in seducing women; mostly, they had approached him. Of course, once they had seen his face, they usually turned tail and ran. Yet, something about him had aroused their interest initially. His hands stilled.

Of course.

Turning from the sink, he pulled out his wand and flicked it over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. Behind him, the dishes continued washing and drying themselves.

He strode up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Smirking, he remembered Hermione�s screeching when she realised he wasn�t letting her have a room of her own. They had loudly debated his excuse that he needed to protect her in case a Death Eater attacked in the middle of the night, but eventually he had won. He always did.

Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him, her eyes awash with unshed tears. �I can�t do this,� she whispered.

Snape merely grunted and walked over to a chest of drawers. Opening one, he drew out a black cloth and approached Hermione, who had unconsciously begun to rock back and forth.

�Miss Granger,� he began and stopped, watching her. �I can give you another aphrodisiac,� he finally offered.

Hermione looked at him in horror. �No,� she replied emphatically. �I won�t be drugged!�

Severus nodded sharply before reaching over and deftly tying the cloth over her eyes.

�Hey!� Hermione protested and reached up to pull the blindfold off. Severus grabbed her hands before they could reach their goal.

�Trust me, Miss Granger, this will be easier. Just relax and listen.�

She heard a faint rustling, and then her clothes disappeared. �What the hell?�

�We do need to be naked for this,� he informed her with an exasperated sigh.

She felt his hands on her shoulders and lurched back. She heard him sigh again.

�Just lie back on the bed and make yourself as comfortable as possible,� he ordered her.

Hermione scuttled up the bed and lay down, her hands strategically covering certain body parts. She heard a drawer open, and the felt her hands being grasped in his and pulled above her head. Cloth was deftly slipped over her wrists, and his hands moved away. Hermione strained her arms to no avail.

�Untie me, you bastard,� she ordered, struggling futilely.

Severus watched her struggles impassively. �It will help you,� he finally offered her.

�Help me? How can being helpless help me?� she screeched.

�You will not be responsible for anything that happens, pleasurable or not,� he informed her simply. �Now, just listen while I explain what is going to happen.�

And Severus Snape began to speak. His mellifluous voice whispered to her, seducing her with the visions he conjured. He enlightened her about his plans for her body, how he was going to touch her, arouse her and taste her until she begged for him to take her. With each new and explicit image he presented to her, Hermione became more and more breathless. She began to writhe on the bed and tested her bonds once again, desperate to touch herself.

�What do you want me to do?� Severus whispered, watching intently as the young witch�s hips began to thrust upwards. He stroked his hard cock, as he had been doing since he tied her up, spreading the seeping fluid over the tip with one hand. The other handd cradled his testicles, slipping down to stroke the sensitive spot behind them.

�Touch me,� Hermione demanded.

With one final stroke, Severus� hands moved onto Hermione, reaching up and grasping her wrists. Slowly, he tickled his way down her arms to her breasts, outlining them with feathering flicks. He suddenly grasped them both in his hands and squeezed, her nipples peeking out from between his fingers. Unable to resist, he bent his head and hungrily licked one.

�Oh, God,� she moaned.

He shifted one hand around her breast, and opened his mouth wide, trying to fit her whole breast in his mouth. Failing that, he latched onto her nipple and sucked lustily. His other hand continued caressing her, moving down her side to her stomach, and further to the tight curls. His hand delved between her legs, pulling apart her lower lips and thrusting one finger into her.

She arched up, the dual sensation of his probing fingers and sucking mouth pushing her unbelievably close to the edge.

�Please, oh God, please,� she begged, her head thrashing from side to side.

�You feel like heaven,� he whispered, lifting his head from her breast and removing his hand from her crevice. �And taste even sweeter,� he observed as he licked his fingers clean. Looking down at her flushed face, he thrust his fingers back in and pumped hard. Withdrawing his hand, he lifted his fingers coated in her juices up to her lips. �Taste,� he commanded.

Mindlessly, Hermione obeyed, drawing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them.

Severus groaned as she ran her tongue all over his fingers. Quickly, he pulled away from her and, pushing her legs open, settled between them.

�What are you � FUCK!!!� Hermione screamed as he dipped his head and buried his face between her legs. His huge nose rubbed against her clitoris as his tongue wormed its way inside of her. One hand joined his lips, spreading her wider, allowing his tongue to easily lick up inside her. His other hand held her hips down, stilling the frantic thrusting. He lapped up her juices, feeling them running down his chin, until he realised that he was humping the bed beneath him. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, Severus pulled away.

�No,� she moaned at the loss of stimulation. Suddenly she grunted as Snape thrust himself inside her. His hands wormed under her bottom, lifting her up as he pumped enthusiastically. The change of angle pushed Hermione over the edge and she exploded, releasing a small scream as her orgasm washed through her. Once again, the clenching of her inner muscles brought Severus to completion, and he moaned loudly as his seed shot into her.

They lay there, sweaty and panting, Hermione�s hands still tied to the bedhead and Severus� trapped under their combined weight. A lingering throb from Hermione�s channel caused Severus to moan again. Slowly, he raised himself up onto his knees, withdrawing his rapidly softening penis, and removed his hands from beneath her. Reaching up, he untied her and massaged her arms, aiding the circulation. Hermione said nothing. He rolled her over onto her side and, wrapping himself around her, snuggled up against her. Belatedly he remembered the blindfold, but a soft snore from his companion made him decide to leave it alone. He didn�t want her to wake up. After all, a quiet Hermione Granger was becoming a rarity.

He was just drifting off to sleep when his arm began to burn. Hissing, he sat up, grasped his left arm, and launched himself out of the bed.

Severus Snape was being summoned.

*~*~*~*

A/n � Chapter title is paraphrased from the poem �The Temptation� by Charles Baudelaire. The line is actually �Her voice makes perfume when she speaks�, but I think you can figure out why I changed it ;-) Anyhoot, the poem is really appropriate to the whole Snape/Hermione story here � the opening two lines are �The Demon, in my chamber high,/This morning came to visit me�. Now, how apt is that!?!?!

As per usual, many thanks to my betas (who are really grammar gods in disguise) in alphabetical order (haven't done that one for awhile) - Claraminutes, GinnyW and JuneW.

Also to all my lovely reviewers - gosh, darn! I get so excited when there's an email in my inbox saying I have a new review at OWL. Occassionally I squeal, which can be embarrassing!

Finally, to all the admin at OWL, who are so supportive and just all round lovely!!

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