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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72679 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: So I’m back at work and it’s crazy busy. I’ve also been organising birthdays and other stuff at this time of year. Anyway, I’m not complaining but I wanted to explain why things have slowed down a bit. Hope you enjoy this one, DSx
I’ve also been warned that my A/N’s are too long so apologies for the brevity. I want to say more but please know I love each and every piece of feedback so much. Xx
OO – ‘I'll have to go hose myself down after breakfast’ – don’t you do that already? Oh no, that’s me. ‘I might have to cut off his dick while he slept. (But if it was Snape/AR, and he made me come twice, I'd be lenient.)’ – LOL - harsh but fair. ‘gets to let go, and he gains some semblance of control’ – absolutely. ‘I smell a wet fish slap on the horizon’ – you really need to get that looked at ;)
MzPearlz – ‘I'm not a writer xD I'm more of a reader’ – sounds like you’ve written a hell of a lot for someone who’s not a writer – but we all have our strengths. I’m not a great reader as it turns out. ‘The gigantic clit freaked me out, just a little but I still read it’ – I’m glad it didn’t knock you too far off kilter. ‘He reminded me of a wraith’ – hmm, I like that (files away for future reference :)).
Fox – I have to thank you so much for your reviews on TBTB – I loved that you enjoyed the humour/smut combo. I also have to thank you for handing over every one of your delicious words to me – that is very generous ;). Oracle would definitely be pleased with you/for you. ‘Funny how giving up control in one part of life, changes perspective so completely in others.’ – such a good line too (files away!) :) x
Ali – ‘You are aware that I had to read this chapter twice aren't you?’– you’ve always been very thorough. That’s what I love about you. No smutty stone left unturned! ‘My god girl where do you get your ideas from’ – not from growing an enormous clitoris, thank God! ‘hot rudery (is that a word?) ‘ – that is totally a word (at least it is now) – love it. ‘I do hope Sev uses me as some floo powder’ – Bahaha, I’m sure that couldn’t be too much to ask. ;) x
Cyarsonix – That would be awkward!
SadieH – ‘I hope to get some insight into what Snape is feeling in the next chapter after he lost his control by taking control of Hermione’ – hopefully this chapter provides a bit of that :)
Kvarta – ‘She is over her head now. You devil you!’ – well, you have been asking for it! ‘sort of a surrogate for blind-fold’ – yessss, absolutely. ‘He either have too much control or too little’ – I agree that he is in the middle. Certainly in this fic, dominance doesn’t seem to be his preference. ‘what a ...pleasant (?)... way to create addiction’ – mmmm, we’ve all got it! Hope you manage a break from work. Xx
Ellaria – ‘And walked in when SS was just drilling her and demanding she say that he is in control!” –Yes, many possibilities and many rabbit holes. Not sure what is going to jump out of the next one! ‘I like how staunch she is in this story and personally don't want to see her give too much’ – I agree, you’ll get a bit of a sense of her from this chapter I think. Let me know what you think. :)

Chapter 14 – Marching Orders
He’d have to stop sleeping on his stomach. Waking up every morning with his hard-on squashed against the mattress like a sausage sandwich was putting him in a bad mood. Especially since he could do nothing about it.
This morning had been particularly painful. Dreams of a certain person with a certain pair of lips sucking him off under his desk had induced a level of todger tumescence that wasn’t nearly as funny as it sounded. In the throes of his dream state, he’d put the pain down to her vigorous sucking. And he’d been willing to withstand the mounting discomfort for obvious reasons, even as the ache had brought him worryingly close to orgasm. Fortunately he’d woken in time but with a throbbing, tender cock that could only be relieved with a bitingly cold shower—irritating him still further.
Yet he’d not set eyes upon her. Not since Friday evening. He’d chosen to take his meals in his room, unsure of how a public space like the Great Hall would accommodate the aftermath of their last encounter. He was quite confident that she’d be overthinking the entire episode, and no doubt managing to ruminate over his subsequent absence.
In fact, there was a good chance that, despite her apparent concedence at the time, she’d managed to overthink her way back into a recalcitrant position. It was another of the reasons why he was even less enthusiastic than usual about his first Potions class of the morning. She’d be there, the volume of her hair warning of her disposition.
As he dressed, he winced at the pain in his temple. Almost a week in the infirmary had improved him considerably, but the events of Friday night had set him back. He had been in no state to do what he did and yet he still believed it had been the right thing to do. She’d been close to falling apart under the strain. And whilst it had been a risk to present her with her own insecurities so flagrantly, he remained confident of the power of such an approach. She’d risen to the challenge. And despite what she may think, it had been about respect—respect that she was resilient enough to cope, insightful enough to understand and honest enough to let go.
He twisted the buttons closed firmly at his throat. Unfortunately, he could not attribute the same level of honesty to himself.
***
She wouldn’t look at him.
Her gaze almost reached his on a number of occasions but fell away before making contact. And her hair was tied back—no longer an accurate barometer. Not promising.
He caught himself staring. It wouldn’t do—not with Draco also throwing not-so-subtle glances in her direction. He’d been keeping an eye on the boy—aware of what had happened in the stairwell, and of the blow-up in Slughorn’s class. Whilst he’d reinforced Draco’s relocation to the opposite side of the room, he was still extremely wary. The boy was getting desperate. They all were.
The ‘gatherings’ on Friday nights in Lucius Malfoy’s club were devised entirely to enable multiple Death Eaters to fulfil their enchantments with a single Muggle. Snape had fortunately managed to avoid the place thus far, although he was receiving increasing pressure from the others to attend.
The Dark Lord, however, had suspicions that the decree was not being met as intended and the constant threat that he would arrive unannounced had those in attendance worried. They would be lucky to escape with their lives if discovered.
He had been fortunate. He was fortunate. But for how long was, in effect, up to the person doing her damnedest to read the blackboard over his shoulder—without looking at him. He sighed inwardly before resuming his grading. Back to square one.
There was a burst of noisy conversation as the lesson ended and the students began packing up to leave. Normally he would demand that they depart quietly but he was over it—he just wanted them out of there.
She was lagging. Quite deliberately. What was this? Another bollocking?
As the last student slipped out the door, she approached. Her hesitant steps skirted the periphery of his vision as he focused on the parchment before him, scrawling a correction with a flourish of his quill.
She didn’t speak, advancing slowly until her groin was hovering disconcertingly close to his elbow.
“Professor?”
He looked up with a subtle flex of his eyebrow as though he’d been unaware her presence.
“Miss Granger.”
“I was . . . I wondered whether, perhaps, we could meet . . . earlier this week? I have something else to attend to . . . on Friday.”
“Thursday?”
“Wednesday.” The speed of the demand and the sudden heat in her gaze forced him to wipe his palm across his mouth to cover his smirk.
“Wednesday it is.” He inclined his head.
“I appreciate it.”
It sounded over-emphasised. As though she were referring to something more.
Backing away one step, and then another, she turned to leave before stopping.
“Oh, I . . . almost forgot.”
“Yes?” He frowned at her back.
Spinning around, she approached him, a look of fear and determination on her face.
“I needed to give you this.”
Thrusting a knee onto his chair, she grasped his shoulders and lunged at him, capturing his lips in her open mouth. He immediately pulled her onto his lap, fingers curling into her buttocks. One of her hands slid around the nape of his neck, squeezing tightly as she lapped into him, moaning. He was breathing heavily, sucking on her tongue and lips, relishing the taste that he already found quite intoxicating.
A rattle on the doorhandle had her catapulting off his lap a split second before the first student arrived for his next class. She ran trembling hands down the front of her skirt, smoothing it out. There was less hope for his trousers which were tenting so prominently, he had to flick his robes over his lap.
He cleared his throat. “We’ll continue your tuition on Wednesday, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, Professor,” she replied breathlessly before lowering her head, turning and hurrying from the room.
He stared after her, drawing in deep breaths through his nose. There’d been a clear shift. The resentment and diminished, she’d softened. But the essence of her—fiery and demanding—still remained, her performance on his lap just now attesting to that.
However, rather than using her energy against him, it seemed that she might be finally prepared to work with him. The thought caused further strain on the burdened seams of his trousers. Could this, in fact, be the best of both worlds?
***
“Tap, tap.”
Snape looked up, surprised at the unfamiliar surge in his chest. He wasn’t expecting anyone at this time of night but, then again, perhaps he was . . .
He opened the door to find a silver snake-head hovering in his face.
“I rather thought you might be in bed, Severus.” Lucius Malfoy smirked. “Getting a little satisfaction in the name of the Dark Lord.”
“What do you want, Lucius?”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Glaring at the blond, Snape finally took a reluctant step backwards. “Five minutes.”
“Of course. I’d hate to take up too much of your precious time.” Malfoy swept past him before shrugging his coat off and throwing it casually across Severus’ lounge.
“The purpose of my visit is, in fact, to ensure that there are no hard feelings after our little ‘altercation’ the other evening.” He sauntered over to the bookshelves.
Snape snorted before propping himself against the mantle.
“The Dark Lord does enjoy a little gladiatorial wrangling at times. You understand it was nothing personal,” Malfoy continued.
“Gladiatorial? I don’t recall such encounters involving one combatant being bound and gagged.”
Lucius turned to face him. “I didn’t suggest that it was fair, Severus. It’s ‘bread and circuses’ as far as the Dark Lord is concerned, and we are obliged to participate.”
Snape merely glared, orange flames leaping in his black eyes.
“And I wish to offer you a piece of advice. You really must attempt to at least convey the illusion of honesty. Otherwise you’re unlikely to survive the next round of questioning.”
“And of course you are the expert in honesty,” Snape sneered.
“This game you’re playing.” Lucius advanced a step toward him. “Pitting one side against the other, the overtly covert spy, providing partial answers, using Occlumency. It’s not a good look.”
“I expect the Dark Lord’ scrutiny. I don’t expect my colleagues to relish dishing out his torture.”
Lucius tapped the cane against his palm. “Not everyone wishes to tread that fine line, Severus. Some will choose to demonstrate unequivocally which side they are on.”
Snape turned away in disgust.
“I am not the enemy,” Malfoy spoke to his back.
“No more bottles of wine, Lucius?”
Silence.
Finally Malfoy sighed. “You really need to stop taking life so seriously, Severus. It was merely a trial—a test. You clearly passed. You must be taking . . . precautions.”
Snape turned back to him. “And what if I wasn’t?”
“Then you wouldn’t be worth your salt as a Potions Master would you?”
“I’d like you to leave.”
“There is one more thing.” Malfoy turned back to the shelves, unperturbed. “The second purpose of my visit is to invite you to our gathering this Friday evening. We have a tasty little piece lined up—definitely clean. I’ll even let you have second show with her. As you can imagine, for those further down the pecking order it gets a little . . . damp underfoot—so to speak.”
“Sounds charming,” Snape replied tersely. “But that won’t be required.”
“Not required?” Malfoy delivered a cold sneer. “Isn’t that fascinating? I’ve been pondering the apparent ease with which you’ve been meeting these . . . requirements.” He moved away a few paces, trailing the head of his cane along a row of books. “I could conceive of the occasional sympathy fuck—even Muggles have a soft spot for a sad case. But, I must admit you’re looking remarkably well. You were blasted into a pulp little more than a week ago, you have the strain of one of the most limiting and ruthless decrees hanging over your head, and yet you seem extraordinarily . . . relaxed.”
Snape held his silvery gaze.
The blond wizard suddenly lifted his nose and inhaled deeply. Moving forward a couple of paces, he sniffed again before taking another step and extending the snake’s head to flick up the roll-top of Snape’s bureau. Then he leaned forward and pulled open a drawer. A moment later he pulled open another.
“Well, well, well . . . What have we here?”
Reaching into the drawer he pulled out a piece of cloth—pale pink.
Oh . . . fuck.
“Knickers?”
Malfoy brought the cloth to his face and inhaled deeply. “I’ve always had the most remarkable nose for pussy,” he marvelled. “And this one is . . . rather special.”
He turned to Snape with a grin. “Young . . . clean . . . very clean, in fact . . . a virgin?”
Snape’s jaw cracked.
“Ahhh, she is!” Malfoy raised an eyebrow, chuckling with amusement. “At least she was. Aren’t you the lucky fellow?”
He sniffed them gratuitously again, lingering over the gusset. “Very aroused too. I wonder how you managed that. Did you go down on her?”
Snape strode forward and snatched the knickers from his hand. “I’ve had enough of your rubbish, Malfoy. Get out.”
Lucius’s eyes widened, the fingers that had been holding the knickers curling into a fist around the snake-head.
“Protective.” He narrowed his gaze, appraising the dark wizard as he took a step toward him. “Even . . . possessive. Who is she?”
Snape stuffed the knickers into his pocket. “No one you know.”
“Really? And yet it’s likely to be someone in this very castle. Or someone you’ve seen fit to bring here.”
“You may be surprised to discover that underwear can actually be removed from a person and travel separately from them,” Snape informed him, moving to the door to open it.
“You’re suggesting you brought them back with you from one of your . . . outings?” Malfoy smirked. “That’s just a fraction pervy, don’t you think?”
“Unlike your exceptionally refined olfactory performance, just now?”
“Yes, but the difference is that I’m a Death Eater, Severus—this sort of behaviour is in my blood. You, on the other hand, no longer have the . . . inclination.”
Severus grasped the door handle.
“When you were first awarded the Dark Mark, you were as ruthless as the rest of us.” Malfoy peered down his nose at the dark wizard, advancing slowly towards him. “But you’ve become soft in your old age, and I sense a little . . . squeamish. It’s as though you no longer approve of the Dark Lord’s methods. And on occasion I sense a proclivity for, shall we say, ‘sentimental attachment’—even fanciful notions of . . . romance? Imagine if the Dark Lord knew what we both know? How he would choose to use that information to keep you . . . in hand.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Severus snarled, yanking open the door.
“You want to prove me wrong?” Lucius approached until he was only inches from Snape, his silver eyes flashing. “Share her with me.”
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