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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26336 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twelve

HPOV

Hermione was in heaven, with his face between her legs and his lips and tongue on her pussy. She had been aroused the whole time, her pussy getting hotter and heavier while watching him work. He had looked so self-assured and so in control, it had been a heady thing to look at.

She moaned out loud when he pushed two fingers into her and started sucking rhythmically on her clit. It did not take long for her to come and when she did, it was with a loud shout. He lifted his head and looked at her, capturing her gaze with his. She got lost in his dark eyes while he gently petted her pussy with his still sticky fingers.

“Come, pet, let us get dressed and go look for that study. We can take this to the bedroom later.”

She shuddered and nodded, letting him help her to her feet. They both had started getting dressed when she remembered what she was supposed to do after they had sex.

“Sir? Am I not supposed to, you know, lick you?” she asked, feeling heat crawl up her neck and spread into her face.

“No. If you did that, I would not be able to stop myself. I want to explore something else than you, Miss Granger. Now, get dressed.” He turned away from her and focused on his clothes. She could hear the annoyance in his voice clear as day and decided to not try his patience right now.

Pulling up her pants, she gasped when the denim rubbed her behind, reminding her of the spanking he had given her. At her gasp, his eyes focused on her again and he watched her intently while she finished pulling up the pants. She had just finished buttoning them up when he dragged her closer and gave her a possessive kiss, grabbing her ass and making her wince slightly in pain. Her pussy, though, had other ideas, because she got wet again in an instant. She returned his kiss and felt herself melt into his arms.

Somehow, she knew she wanted this feeling for the rest of her life and that no one could make her fell the way he did, she just had to make him see that, too.

He broke off the kiss with a gasp, turned away and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the broken mirror on the wall.

“There were some wards here, no dangerous ones, but strong ones. I dismantled them and only left the one keyed in to the study. It uses the reflection of the caster. Right now it can’t work properly, because the glass is broken. Repararo!”

The mirror started creaking before suddenly becoming whole again, showing both their reflections. They stood in front of the mirror, but nothing happened.

“Maybe I am not supposed to be in the mirror?” she asked hesitantly. Professor Snape just nodded and pushed her out of the reflection. Still, nothing happened.

“This is not supposed to happen. The wards have definitely been put back in properly.” He grumbled, scratching his chin. She felt a pulse in her belly when she noticed it was the hand that had been inside of her just moments ago.

“Leave the room, pet.”

She looked at him and saw him frowning at his reflection. Before he could turn his gaze back on her, she scurried out of the room. She liked him happy and relaxed, she didn’t want to try his patience.

The moment she shut the door she heard a weird whirring noise. She felt the air pressure shift and then the door behind her reopened and Professor Snape stuck his head out.

“I removed all the wards while the hidden door was open, so you can come in, pet.” He sounded genuinely excited. She quickly got back in again and went to Professor Snape, who was standing in front of the mirror again, his wand drawn and looking at the door that had opened on the left wall. There was a stairwell visible that led down. Looking at the where the doorway was, she was pretty sure this was located under the stairs in the hallway.

“There it is, the hidden door. Although I do wonder what kind of person would do that in a sitting room, where guests were primarily seated…” Professor Snape said just then.

“Well, maybe it was more a case of the wizard buying the house after it had already been build? And there was no study in the first place?” Hermione answered, already inching closer to the dark doorway. His excitement had bled over to her.

“Maybe. Step behind me, I do not want you to get hurt.” He said, before casting a silent Lumos and walking towards the opening. She felt her heart give a little flutter at his caring attitude and inched closer to his body.

She walked behind him and had to seriously stop herself from grabbing his hand. She wanted that closeness, but knew it would only slow him down. Instead, she grabbed on to his shirttail. He hadn’t tucked it in completely, so she could reach it. He paused for only a moment, before going on and stepping through the door, leading them down on some creaky wooden stairs. She couldn’t see much, because she was directly behind him and his broad shoulders blocked most of the light, but she could see enough of the stairs to not stumble. The stairway was rather narrow and the walls were made out of brick stone that seemed to be giving off a cold and damp air.

They reached the end of the stairs and she moved around him a bit to find herself in a dark room, Professor Snape’s wand not illuminating enough to see anything clearly. She looked down on the floor and could barely make out an old and faded rug.

She opened her mouth to say something, but then she heard Professor Snape murmur a spell and a glowing orb of light formed in front of his wand to rise up and get in place at the ceiling. It seemed to search for something and that something was the chandelier still hanging. The orb exploded and lit up the candles there, casting the room into light.

It was a beautifully made up and spacious room. The middle of the room was dominated by a large desk, made out of dark cherry wood, as were the shelves lining the walls. They were filled with books, making Hermione’s fingers twitch in anticipation. The rug that covered most of the floor probably used to be a deep blue with golden flowers and vines all over it.

“Stay where you are, pet. I am going to check for unwanted wards and traps.”

Professor Snape stepped up towards the desk, waving his wand in odd patterns and murmuring spells. One day, she would have him teach her everything about defence Against the Dark Arts, so she could do something like this with his kind of confidence. Instead, for now she looked at the chaos on the desk, which was littered with rolls and rolls of parchment and turned over empty ink wells. It looked like the Master of the house had just stepped out in the middle of his research. Looking down on the floor, there were books littering the carpet around the desk and the big wooden chair behind the desk had a blanket hazardly thrown over the seat. It looked dusty and old and she couldn’t make out more of it, while staying rooted to the spot until her Professor finished with the room. He had finally reached the desk and with a final swish of his wand finished, turning back towards her and beckoning her to him.

“Come, pet, there is nothing here. Either the man was no real wizard or completely comfortable in his surroundings, since there are no other wards in here.”

“Or maybe he just lived here and didn’t have anything nefarious going on, Professor. Not everyone is as paranoid about safety and privacy like you are.” She answered, stepping towards him while he watched her getting closer.

“You are getting impetuous, Miss Granger, I would watch it. I might decide to spank you again!” he said with a mock frown on his face.

“Promise? Maybe over this desk?” she answered cheekily, finally giving in to the urge she had been feeling since they stepped down here. She grabbed his left hand with both of hers and snuggled into his arm, drawing a surprised breath out of him. She knew she was being a bit clingy, but if he didn’t like it, he could always tell her to stop it.

“I will consider that – when everything is clean and we’ve gone through everything in here. Come, let us see what the man was working on.” He said, but pulled her closer all the same. They stayed that way for a moment and then walked around the desk and started picking up parchments. She lifted one and saw a red leather bound book lying there. Opening the book, she noticed immediately that it was a diary.

January 5^th, 1867

A diary, what a truly mundane thing to use. But Cook, who raised me like her own, thought it would do me good. One of Ruthven’s maids had told her that her Master used one and that he swore it helped. And it might help me, at the very least I sincerely hope it does.

Charlotte, my dearly beloved Charly, has passed away a fortnight ago. The grief is terrible and truly making me mad. I so miss her, her beautiful smile and those strawberry blond ringlets of hers. How she always complained about them, how unfashionable they were, how the Ton always made fun of them! She never believed when I told her how darling I though those ringlets and how much I adored their colour. And now, I can never tell her again.

Truly, though, what drives me mad are the nights. Lying in my bed, I can hear her whisper in my ear and feel the coldness of death grip me. And when I turn my head, I see a white form lying next to me. I do not know if I am losing my sanity and need to be send to Bedlam – or if my grief is making me see things. What I do know, is that the spectre is whispering Cornwall to me over and over again.

Hermione stopped reading, and started thumbing through the diary. The man’s entries grew desperate as time passed and what she was sure was his deceased wife’s ghost stayed with him. She went through more entries, until she reached the ones where he had purchased this house.

March 17^th, 1867

I have moved to Cornwall, at last, near my Charly’s ancestral home. Her family has been eyeing me with distaste, never approving of how we eloped to Gretna Green. They are keeping their distance after taking all of her belongings. I hadn’t had the heart to refuse her grieving father, but I did keep her favourite necklace. It shames me that I am wearing a heart-shaped locket around my throat, but it keeps her close.

The house is spacious enough, I guess, but the seller seemed a shady sort. He kept on babbling about the mirror in the sitting room and how it could never be removed and truly, I have tried, but it will not budge. For now, it will stay there, although I am disappointed at the lack of a study. I might just use the sitting room, since I will have no need for visitors. Poor Hemmingway is truly scandalized at using a sitting room as a study, but as the proper Butler that he is, he just blanched and started preparing everything. The look on his face did lift my Spirits, though. Until everything is finished I will be staying at the local Pub. It has a few rooms available.

Charly, though, has not appeared since I left London and our home. It might be yet I am to regain my sanity!

April 2^nd, 1867

The most fantastical thing! Hope for me and my beloved Charly! Her spirit, her ghost as I know now, has led me the way to this house, so I can bring her back from the dead! Oh, what wonderful news!

The mirror in my study was a magical doorway to the basement, where the most fantastical creature was dwelling! He is a wizard that was turned into a Vampyre, and though I fear him greatly and at times find him demonic, the promise of getting back Charly makes everything seem worthwhile! The first night I spend in the study and he rose from his slumber, I nearly died of fright. I had pulled my pistols, but he quickly subdued me with this magical stick he calls a wand. He was trying to bite me and drink my blood, but froze as he saw Charly’s locket hanging from my throat. He asked me all manners of questions and when I told him of her death, he wept with grief. He would not tell me why, but I have my suspicions. This creature of the night might very well be related to my dear one. Although the thought makes me shudder slightly in revulsion, my love for her did not diminish in the shadow of my suspicions. Charly had been everything that was warm and light, so I am not afraid of her being related to that thing.

He talked to me and told me about a way to bring back my dear Charly. I was to help him brew a concoction, he called it Potion that would make another woman be with child, but without a child growing in her belly. Then, as my dear Charly had apparently trapped her own spirit in her locket, we could put her spirit inside the woman, where the magic of the potion would make a child grow, with my Charly’s spirit inside! It would, of course, take years, since she would be a child again, but he has offered to turn me into a Vampyre myself. Charly and I could be together for all of time!!

She stopped herself at that point and quickly called over Professor Snape, who had wandered to one of the shelves, parchments in hand and a frown on his face.

“Professor! Look, here! Oh my god, I can’t believe this!” she called out, suddenly thinking about the odds of them finding exactly what they needed to figure out what had happened to her. If that was the same potion like hers, which was bloody likely.

Professor Snape stalked over, dropped the parchments back on the desk and took the diary out of her hands, reading the text. He stiffened when he reached the end and started riffling through the parchments on the desk, until he reached one with a list on it.

“This is different from the Potion Ingredients usually used for these kind of potions, so I did not immediately associate it with yours.” He said hoarsely.

“Yes, but still, why would someone want to give me one? To get one of the Hogwarts Spirits to come back to life?” she snorted.

“No. To get the Lord Voldemort back to life, Miss Granger.” He said and turned his pale face towards her, a shocked look on his face. She felt fear grip her heart and a cold shudder go through her body. Her Professor put down everything and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

“This is more dangerous than I thought, pet. These are powers not to be trifled with.” He said grimly, while she just clung to him.

“We need to find out what happened.” He said and let her go. He grabbed the Diary again and kept on reading, holding the book so she could look at it too. He fast forwarded a few entries and she could see that the man grew more desperate and mad as the potion got brewed. The last entry was half a year later.

October 21^st, 1867

I fear my madness has led me down a path of darkness. Charly’s soul is growing more persistent, her shadow now following me everywhere and becoming more corporal, in a way. She has started whispering to me all the time and I fear she is distrustful. I had to send one of my older maids to retirement, although she just resides right here and takes care of the new maid’s children. The new maid was a widow from the village, who was turned out as her husband died two months ago. He had been a terrible gambler, losing everything and piling up debt after debt. I truly felt sympathy for the young chit, who is all of ten and nine, saddled with twins. I admit, she is a pretty little thing, with dark hair and some of the bluest eyes. But she is just that, a little child, who unfortunately got with the village butcher who had a terrible addiction to the dice. She could not compare to my Charly.

But I cannot tell my Charly how I feel, but she sees my kindness as affection. Just yesterday, she got corporal enough to push the little boy, James, down the stairs. It was terrible, the crying child and Charly’s presence keeping me from going to him. The creature, or more, the demon as I think of him now, is growing impatient, too, almost as if he is waiting more for his sake, than for mine.

My heart is not sure how to go about this anymore.

October 28^th, 1867

It is decided. I will not be bringing back my dear Charly. Furthermore, I have taken off her locket and given it to the demon, since he seems so interested in it. I have decided something else, too. The demon has to die. I have gone to the store the demon told me to go, to buy supplies and have watched those who buy. They are an odd people, dressed in robes all the time.

After asking one of them for information about Vampyres, two men have appeared before me, calling themselves ‘Aurors’. They told me they would get rid of the Vampyre, if I showed them where he slept in the day. I showed them the basement study and the connecting door in the bookshelf with the purple tome about Merlin’s history. They went in and are taking care of the creature right now. I have heard an unearthly wail that sent shivers down my spine and raised all of the hairs on my body, so I take it that they have killed it. I can hear them coming back

The entry stopped rather abruptly and both she and Professor Snape snapped their heads around to the shelves, where they started looking for the purple tome. Professor Snape spotted it before her and raised his wand at the shelf.

“I am going to put a ward on that door and then we are returning to Hogwarts.” He said and she could hear an odd note of panic in his voice.

“Do you think the Vampire might still be in there?” she asked on a whisper.

“I do not know, but I would rather not take any more chances while you are here and not able to defend yourself, pet.” He replied.

Just then, they heard the thud of a door behind them, carried down through the stairwell. She shifted slightly, giving her Professor the room to move, but still stay close enough to be included in his shields.

“Severus? Is anyone here?” they heard a voice call. She looked at Professor Snape and saw him relax his stance, before turning back to the shelf. He put a ward on it that made him visibly sweat. He finished, grabbed her by the hand and pushed her towards the stairs before him.

“Yes, down here, Lucius.” Severus called from behind her, while pushing her up the stairs with his hands on her waist. The stepped out of the stairway into the sitting room, to find Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy standing there, looking around in curiosity.

“Good Day, my dear, lovely to see you.” Mr. Malfoy said to her, giving her his most charming smile. She knew he didn’t truly like her, because she was a Muggleborn, but rather only tolerated her because of Draco.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy. It’s nice to see you, too.” She replied with a tight lipped smile, before looking towards Draco. He looked terrible, with dark circles under his eyes and paler than usually.

“Hey Draco.” She said quietly to the blond boy.

“Hey, Mione.” He replied, but made no move towards saying anything more. She could see he was deeply troubled, but didn’t want to talk about it in front of his father. She started to step towards the blond boy, but got stopped by Professor Snape’s hand on her waist. He pulled her closer to him, making Mr. Malfoy raise his eyebrows and scrutinize both of them. Draco just looked smug, since he had been telling her to seduce Professor Snape.

“Really, Severus? Robbing the cradle?” Mr. Malfoy drawled. Hermione felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She stepped closer towards Professor Snape and the safety he presented for her at this moment.

“Careful, Lucius. She might be young, but she is no child. And anyway, we all have our secrets, do we not?” Professor Snape drawled. She saw Draco stand up straighter and stare at their Potion’s Professor and felt like she was left out. Apparently the men knew something. Mr. Malfoy just stared at them, before shaking his head.

“I apologize. I let my temper rule and behaved badly.” Mr. Malfoy replied.

“What brought you back so soon? Did we not agree on tomorrow evening for Mr. Malfoy’s return?” Professor Snape asked.

“Yes, we did agree. But Draco chose to return today rather than tomorrow, I am afraid.” Mr. Malfoy replied, looking at Professor Snape in a rather odd manner. Draco, all the while, shifted from foot to foot, staring at the ground.

“Very well. Then we will send both of them back to Hogwarts. There is a slight situation I will need your help with, Lucius, and there is no room for all of us here anyway. At least non that can be habituated.”

Hermione felt her heart sink. She had counted on more time with him, before returning to her mundane life at Hogwarts. She turned towards him and started to open her mouth to refuse him, but he shut her up with a quick and rather possessive kiss, making her breathless.

“You will return, pet, together with Mr. Malfoy. Tomorrow morning, both of you will be expected at my office at nine in the morning. I have things to discuss with you two and they will depend on what we find today.” He said to her. She just nodded her head.

“I will collect my stuff. Come on, Draco, you can help me.” She said, sensing her Professor’s need for privacy. She felt him stiffen, though, and looked up at him again.

“Go along, pet, and come back when you are finished. Lucius and I will apparate both of you back to Hogwarts.”

She nodded and quickly walked out of the sitting room, hearing Draco walk behind her. She shut the door behind both of them.

“What happened, why are you back already?”

“Merlin’s balls, Granger, I didn’t think you would actually go for his balls!”

They both started talking at the same time and erupted in laughter after a small pause.

“You first, Granger, I want to know everything.” Draco said with a grin. She started telling him everything, while leading him to the bedroom she and the Professor had shared. The house-elf had taken care of anything embarrassing, so she felt comfortable letting him sit on the bed, while she collected her things. She grabbed the Professor’s and put them properly folded into her own clutch, leaving only his robes and scarf on the mattress. While she was talking, Draco just grinned at her and watched her puttering around the room.

“So, you basically fucked each other’s brains out and found a way to keep on doing it later legally?” Draco said with barely suppressed mirth.

She blushed again and grinned at him, before sitting down next to him.

“Yep, that’s basically what happened. And it was really, really good.”

“Noooo, please no details!!” he laughed at her, before draping his left arm around her shoulders and hugging her to him.

“So, how was your half-weekend with your dad?” she asked Draco. He shifted and tightened his arm around her.

“Not as much fun as yours, I have to admit. It was rather shocking.” He replied. He let his arm drop again and put his elbows on his knees. He started wringing his hands, before stopping and just resting his chin on his clasped fingers.

“My father, he told me something about himself… Remember how I told you that mother and father do not get along at all? And that basically father has been kept away from me?”

“Yeah. You said Hogwarts gave you a real chance of connecting with him.” She answered, turning towards him slightly.

“So, yesterday he told me he has had an affair basically all throughout my life.” He said to her.

She gasped in shock at this and turned towards him.

“What?? Who? And why would he tell you?” she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder in support.

“He told me, because apparently he and his Mistress have a child. They have a daughter.”

“You have a half-sister? Oh my god, Draco!” She just stared at him and started to speak, but then saw the look on his face. “That isn’t all, is it? Don’t tell me she is at Hogwarts, Draco.” She whispered, getting a bad feeling about this.

“She is. Father told me about her because she and I….She is in our year and Professor Snape caught us flirting once and told father. Father thought he would rather tell me more, before we developed serous feelings for each other.” He said on a whisper. Hermione herself was baffled by this.

“Who?” she asked faintly.

“Lavender. It’s Lavender.”

She groaned and pulled him closer into a hug, feeling tears prick her eyes. She knew that Draco had been trying to get in with Lavender, mainly because he hated the way Ro treated the girl. For all of his arrogance and blistering he was a sweet guy.

“This is terrible. Does Lavender know?” she asked.

“No, but I plan on telling her. I am not going to sacrifice a relationship with my half-sister because of them.” He answered, melting into her touch.

They stayed that way for a while, her holding him and him just soaking in her compassion. After a long while, they stood up and returned downstairs. It was time to return to Hogwarts.
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