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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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Another chapter. Don't get spoiled, I can't alway update this quickly. Once again this chapter will remail unchanged on all three sites. I soooooooooooooo hated making Lucius into a bad guy. But someone needed to do it and he fit the part. I'm sorry Lucius, you know I love you.

I can't thank you all enough for the reviews. They mean the world to me.

"Snape."

Hermione sighed and tossed her mobile back onto her desk. Glancing at her watch she saw that their allotted hour was almost up. This was the third day he had failed to appear. Picking up her phone she dialed his mobile number again and listened. No greeting, no please leave a message, no thanks for calling; only his name in his distinctive baritone. She hung up and tossed the phone back onto her desk. Picking up a quill, she made a brief note to his file.

"Dr. Granger?" Her assistant said, poking his head inside the door.

"Anything?" She asked, struggling to keep the anxiety out of her voice.

"No." The young man shook his head, holding up a small brown barn owl. "He came back just like the others, with the letter still attached. Should I contact the Ministry about an emergency floo?"

"Not yet." The young witch sighed.

"But it's been three..."

"I know how long it's been." She snapped. "But I said no Ministry, not yet."

"Yes Ma'am." He nodded his head and backed quietly out the door.

"Oh Severus where are you?" She wondered as she walked across her office floor to gaze out the window. There was so much they needed to discuss. So many things to go over from the Pensieve. Where was he? Per departmental protocol, she should have already notified the Ministry after the second non appearance to his mandated counseling sessions. But she knew how thin the ice was between Severus Snape and the Ministry and this could very well get him sent to Azkaban. Sighing, she glanced at her watch again. If only he would come back so they could talk about it, she knew she could help him. He just needed to trust her. A soft tapping on her door interrupted her thoughts.

"Dr. Granger?"

"Is he here?" She asked hopefully.

"No. It's Mr. Weasley to see you."

"Oh." She sighed sadly, going to sit behind her desk again. "Show him in. Hi Ron." She smiled wearily as the red headed man barreled through her office door.

"Hey 'Mione." He smiled happily. "I was just on my way home and I wanted to stop by to see what time I should pick you up tonight?"

"Tonight?" She frowned in confusion. "What's tonight?"

"The Ball? The Ministry Ball? Please tell me you didn't forget." He sank heavily into the chair across from her desk. "You promised you'd go with me."

"Oh Ron." She leaned back and stared at the eager face of her childhood friend. Following the war they had tried to make a go of it as boyfriend and girlfriend. But for Hermione, at least, there had been no spark, no passion. Try as she might, she just couldn't see the young man as anything more then a close friend. "This isn't a very good time..."

"But you promised." He interrupted her. "You promised you'd be my date."

"Can't you get someone else to go?"

"No I can't." He said, his voice rising. "There isn't time. You can't back out on me now."

"Fine." She groaned. "I'll go."

"Great." He smiled, jumping out of his seat. "I'll pick you up at 7:00."

"I'll be ready." She sighed, pulling her appointment book towards her. Her last patient of the day was at 5:00, giving her barely an hour to get home and get ready. There would be no time to stop by Spinner's End and look for Snape she realized sadly.

Hermione stood off to the side, watching dancers glide gracefully across the floor. Immediately following dinner, Ron had deserted her in favor of his co workers and was currently involved in an animated conversation about Quidditch. Taking a sip of champagne, Hermione tried to appear at ease, when in fact she was worried sick about her missing patient. 'Did I push him too hard, rush him to view the memories too soon?' She wondered anxiously.

"All alone are we Ms. Granger?" A cultured purr spoke from beside her. Hermione turned her head and glanced at the elegant Wizard now standing next to her; his black Velvet robes were impeccable, a silver snake ring encrusted with emeralds sparkled on his finger.

"It's Dr. Granger, Mr. Malfoy and no, I'm here with a date."

"Ahhhh yes, Mr. Weasley." Lucius smirked down at her. "He's not being very attentive to your needs, is he, Doctor? A true Wizard would never leave a beautiful Witch such as yourself on her own, unattended."

"I'm perfectly fine on my own Mr. Malfoy. And speaking of unattended, where is your lovely wife?"

"Regrettably Narcissa was unable to attend this evening due to a prior engagement. So I am on my own." He gazed down at her, the corners of his lips turning up in a sultry smile. "Perhaps if I'm lucky that will change soon. Would you care to dance, Doctor?"

"No. I wouldn't. But thank you for asking." She stiffened, when he reached down and wrapped his large hand around her wrist.

"Oh come on." He said, tugging gently on her arm. "It's only a dance." He looked down at her, a pout on his handsome face. "Please. One dance. I've been told I'm quite good. "

Sighing wearily and ignoring the double entendre, she followed the aristocrat out onto the dance floor. He grabbed her hand in his and placed his other one at the small of her back, pulling her firmly to him. Rolling her eyes she allowed him to lead her around the dance floor.

"There isn't this nice." He smiled down at her.

"Nice. Right." She said sarcastically.

He chuckled low in his throat and she could feel the vibration in his chest. His breath blew hot against her neck as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You are looking very lovely this evening Doctor Granger. I love this dress, the color suits you. And I must say I was a bit dubious when Severus told me you'd cut your hair, but now that I've seen it," Hermione's eyes grew wide as she felt his fingers touch the short hair at the nape of her neck. "I find it quite enticing."

Pushing back on his chest she gazed up at him, her expression annoyed. "Alright, what are you playing at Malfoy?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice dripping with innocence. "Am I not allowed to compliment a lovely Witch?"

"Not when that lovely Witch is a 'Mudblood.'" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm shocked at your language, Doctor Granger. When have you ever heard me use such a foul word?"

"Never, but your son certainly learned it from somewhere."

"True. I suppose both Draco and I did fall prey to certain bad influences. But I assure you, I am a changed man now."

"Changed?"

"Completely." He pulled her close to him again and whispered against her neck. "Now all I see before me is a beautiful, intelligent and extremely desirable Witch." He lowered his voice. "Why don't you come out to the Veranda with me and I'll show you just how desirable I find you."

"You're not my type, Mr. Malfoy." She said, pushing herself away from his body.

"And what type is that?" He pressed his hand against the small of her back, pulling her back against him.

"Married." She growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh don't let my marital status cause you any concern. Narcissa and I frequently engage in outside liaisons." He gray eyes glimmered coldly as he stared down at her. "Hasn't Severus mentioned his little tryst with my wife during one of your counseling sessions?"

Hermione stiffened and she tried again to pull away from the blonde Wizard's embrace. "What Severus and I discuss is none of your business Mr. Malfoy."

"It isn't?" He raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip on her. "As his oldest and dearest friend I just can't help but wonder what you do-gooders at the Ministry are trying to do to the poor sod, cure him or kill him."

"What are you going on about?" She hissed, no longer trying to hide her irritation.

"I saw him just the other day and I've never seen him so miserable." Lucius sighed dramatically.

"You saw him? Where?" Hermione demanded.

"Why Doctor Granger. You sound shocked, surprised even. Almost like you were worried." Lucius drawled loudly enough for those around them to hear. "Has Severus not be reporting to his mandatory counseling sessions?" His eyes glinted wickedly even as his face was schooled into a mask of feigned concern.

"Oh bloody fuck." Hermione groaned grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door leading to the outside Veranda.

"See I knew you wanted to be alone with me." He leered at her as she pushed him through the door.

"Cut the crap Malfoy." She growled, pushing him up against the railing. "Where did you see Severus."

"Mmmmm I love it when you play rough." He purred, making a swipe at her waist. She danced out of his reach and folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm serious Lucius. I'm worried about him." She whispered. "Please."

He leaned back against the railing and made a great show of examining his manicure. "You're not being very nice."

Taking a deep breath, Hermione schooled her features into a flirty pout and batted her eyelashes. Swallowing back her disgust, she took a small step closer to the Wizard and gazed up at him. "I'm sorry Lucius. I haven't been very nice to you have I? I'm just so worried about Severus and I don't want to get in any trouble with the Ministry. You understand? Won't you please help me?"

"Come closer and I will."

Choking back a sigh, Hermione took a tentative step towards him.

"Closer." He purred, his gray eyes crawling up and down her body. Hermione took another step forward and tried not to cry out when he grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the railing, blocking her escape with his arms.

"There, that's better." He smiled smugly. "I was with Severus just the other evening. Seems the poor boy was positively desperate for some decent Wizard made whiskey."

And you gave it to him?" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Well of course I did. No offense to your...birth people, but that muggle made whiskey will rot your guts out."

"Where was he?" She had to struggle to keep the anger out of her voice.

"At that hovel he calls a home."

"And you took him whiskey?"

"Six bottles of Old Ogden's finest. Well he couldn't very well come to my Manor, what with the restrictions the Ministry has placed on him. The poor bastard can't even apparate for Merlin's sake. I had no choice but to go to him. We got absolutely pissed." He chuckled in amusement. "He's very, very upset with you."

"How could you give him whiskey?" She could no longer hide the irritation in her voice. "He's an alcoholic Lucius."

Lucius' handsome face grew cold, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. "Severus Snape is a powerful Wizard. He would never succumb to a muggle weakness."

"It's not a weakness, it's a disease." She whispered, suddenly aware of her surroundings. Glancing quickly around the Veranda she saw that they were very alone.

Lucius pressed closer to her, a predatory look on his face. "I grow bored with this conversation." He said leaning close to her. "Let's discuss how I plan on ravaging you instead."

"Don't be ridiculous." She laughed nervously. "You don't really want me."

"Oh but I do. An injustice has been done to me and I plan on making it right." He raised a hand and ran his fingers through her short brown hair. "Severus Snape helped himself to my wife..."

"At Voldemort's request."

"Is that what he told you?" She stared up at him, too frightened to speak. "And you believed him?" Lucius shook his head in disbelief. When he spoke again, his voice was cold. "Severus Snape helped himself to what is mine and now I will help myself to what is his."

"You're insane." She said, trying to move away from his grasp. "I'm not 'his', I'm just his Doctor."

"Ahhhh but he wants you. Just think how devastated he'll be when he finds out I got to you first." He leaned down and pressed his lips against her throat.

"He doesn't want me." She gasped, struggling to push him away. "He loves Lily. He always will."

Lucius chuckled, his lips brushing against her neck. "You are so naive MS. Granger." He purposely omitted her title. "He may have wanted Lily once. But now it's you he desires, you he dreams about. I don't know why his obsession changed from the Potter bitch to you. I only know it has. Now," he grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly to him, she could feel his arousal pressing against her legs. "shall we disapparate to your flat or should I just take you here?"

"You're crazy." She said, trying to push him away again. A loud ringing noise made him flinch and loosen his grasp. In the moment he was distracted by the strident ringing of her mobile, she skirted under his arm and away from him, grabbing for her wand. "Just hold it right there Mr. Malfoy." She said pointing her wand at him. "Do not move or I'll blow your balls off." Her hand stayed steady as her other fished her ringing phone from her bag.

"You wouldn't dare." He growled.

"Wanna try me?" She pulled her phone out and thumbed it on, her eyes never leaving his. "Hello? Yes, this is she. Yes, I am." Her voice grew pale as she listened. "Thank you so much for calling me. I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up the phone and glared at Lucius. "That was Queen's Hospital. You've probably never heard of it, it's muggle. Severus is there. He's in a coma. Alcohol poisoning they think. That's what you've done to your 'oldest and dearest' friend. Now," she sighed heavily. "I know you far better then you realize, Lucius Malfoy. I know exactly what you are doing and why. I wondered at first why you never contacted anyone when Draco told you Severus was in jail. But I see now. You wanted him to sit in jail. You are angry because he fucked your wife and she liked it."

"You think you're so clever." Lucius' cultured voice shook with rage. "What if I tell dear Severus you had sex with me anyway? Who do you think he'll believe, hmmm? Surely you realize by now the issues he has with trust? Particularly where woman are concerned."

"You stay away from Severus Snape." Hermione hissed. "If you don't, mark my words, I'll see you in Azkaban for attempted rape."

"Hermione. There you are." Ron's voice called across the Veranda. "I've been looking all over for you." He looked warily from Hermione to Lucius and back again. "Are you alright?"

"Fine Ron. I just needed to discuss an important matter with Mr. Malfoy. But we're all clear now aren't we?" She stared pointedly at the blonde Wizard.

"Very clear, Dr. Granger." He growled.

"Good. Now Ron, I'm so sorry, but I've got to go. Emergency with one of my patients. I'll call you later." She spun on her heel and disappeared with a crack.
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