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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 Sixteen

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The next morning, Severus Snape made sure to seek out the infirmary as soon as possible. When he arrived he found Pomona had already been discharged. Poppy, who was still fuming over the other woman’s stubbornness, kept him for nearly half an hour. He excused himself with gritted teeth and walked to Pomona’s chambers. He knocked and felt the air pressure shift as the statue of a fern next to him shifted to the side to let him in. He walked through the doorway, having to nearly bend halfway since it was such a short opening. Inside, he found himself in a Spartan office, having only a desk and a chair as furniture. No flowers, no plants. If he had asked anyone about the living habits of Pomona, probably everyone would have imagined a jungle full of flowers the truth was, though, that that woman liked as little clutter as possible in her living quarters, a direct opposite to her greenhouses. It had been a matter of amusement for the Hogwarts staff for years.

He walked over to the desk and waited for Pomona to show up. He heard a rustling from the door to his right and then she stepped through the doorway, in a misshapen and ugly brownish-green robe. Her hair was open and flowing down her back. Well, not really flowing, more like struggling to, since it was an unkempt mass that defied gravity at this moment.

“Good day, Pomona. I see you are upright again. Sit down, so we can talk.” He said to the older witch, making himself comfortable on an armchair he transfigured from his handkerchief.

She narrowed he eyes at him and walked slowly towards her desk chair, sitting down and panting heavily.

“I take it you are here because of the potion, right?” she gasped.

“Yes. Another thing first. How much does the Headmaster know, Pomona? About what you did to Ms. Granger? And your plans?” he asked, interlacing his fingers over his belly and crossing his legs.

“I always wonder about your true allegiances, Severus.”

“And now, my dear, I am wondering about yours. Start talking, witch, before I show what I learned at the hands of the Dark Lord.”

“Hmpf. The Dark Lord. I always hated that name. If you stupid boys had not corrupted him, he would have never ascended to that. He used to be a deeply neglected boy, you know, having it worse by being sorted into Slytherin. All of you Slytherins treat those poorer or weaker like you terribly. Because of you he had to grow up to fast, to become what he became. I tried my best, but he wasn’t in Hufflepuff! And when he became strong enough and sure of himself, all those who treated him terribly before started idolizing him. Of course it went to his head, a neglected boy who never fit in!”

“So, you are saying that it is the fault of his environment that he became a monster?” he answered between clenched teeth.

“He wasn’t a Monster, he was a lost child! If he had stayed close to me, I could have changed that! He would have been fine!” she nearly yelled, her eyes bulging and spittle falling from her lips.

He could see she was desperate, clinging to a picture of Tom Riddle she had in her mind. A Tom Riddle that never existed.

“Why, Pomona? Why are you defending what he did?” he asked.

“Not what he did, Severus. But the young man he was. The brave, charming and selfless man he had become while at Hogwarts.” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Pomona, did you have an affair with the boy while he was at Hogwarts? Or are those motherly feelings? And don’t lie to me, I will know.” He said, a dark suspicion forming in his mind.

“An affair sounds so…sordid.” She blushed and shifted her eyes to the side.

He felt his body go limp at her none-admission. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. HE couldn’t believe she had been fucking Tom Riddle while he had been at Hogwarts.

“Pomona, please don’t tell me you fancied yourself in love with him?”

“Of course we were in love! He truly loved me. He was charming, attentive and so sweet when we were together.” She said on a sob.

“Of course. Did it keep going after he left Hogwarts?” he asked.

“Yes, for a while. But when he had to go underground, we couldn’t meet anymore. And that the fault of you! You should have just left him alone!” she yelled at him, planting her hands on his desk and leaning over.

“Pomona, we were as young as him. You yourself said he was charming, Pomona, how do you think he must have looked to a child like me, for example? Who didn’t have parents who cared for him, who was poor and neglected? How do you think his charm must have worked on Lucius, who had been so beaten down by his father, who had to watch his mother nearly be beaten to death at least twice a year? Do not kid yourself about who he truly was. He didn’t need us to become a megalomaniac. His Pureblood ideas where there before us, Pomona. He used us! He betrayed us! He made those who took the mark murderers, did you know that?”

He was so angry, he couldn’t sit back anymore. He stood up and started walking back and forth, his magic crumbling and turning the chair he had been resting on back into the handkerchief.

“How would you know, Severus? You never took it! You never pledged your allegiance!” she yelled back.

“BECAUSE I SAW WHAT HE MADE THEM DO!” he bellowed back at her while turning back to face her. He stalked closer to her until he was standing directly in front of her, breathing heavily from his rage.

“Because I saw, Pomona.” He repeated scathingly, hissing the words out. “Regulus, you remember him, right, the kid that died after defying your precious lover? He smuggled me to a revel once. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. There were dark magic rituals. And there was death. And if you want to know what it took to get the Dark Mark? Let me enlighten you. Raping a little girl that had barely reached puberty, Pomona! Taking her virginity by RAPING HER! And using dark magic to bind them to themselves! Do you know what that did to those poor girls? And who do you think taught his followers that kind of magic? Tom Riddle! He was no innocent, he was not seduced by anyone or anything but his own dark desires! Just yesterday you banned a fucking Horcrux that he created! If you do not know what it takes to create one, let me enlighten you: taking an innocent life. And no life is as innocent as a new-born’s’!” he shouted right into her face.

She stared at him and crumbled down on the floor, hiding her face in her hands. She was sobbing into them and rocking back and forth.

“I gave up everything for him, Severus.” She sobbed. “I left my husband for him! I risked my job here by giving him ingredients from the greenhouses! I aborted….I killed my baby, Severus, oh sweet Epona, I killed her, I killed her!” she sobbed and kept on repeating the words over and over again. He crouched down next to her and took her into his arms, and rocking with her.

“It’s ok, Pomona, It’ alright. It’s ok.” He whispered to her and stayed like that until her sobs subsided.

“I killed her. “ She whispered again, finally lifting her face and looking at him, tears streaming down her face.

“Pomona, who was the father?” he asked quietly, but sitting back slightly on the floor to give the woman some space again.

She stared at him and clenched her hands in her lap before shaking her head violently.

“Him. Tom. He and I had been engaging and one of the potions must have been faulty. During his seventh year I found myself pregnant. We discussed it and I thought…I was still young, Severus, barely having started my job here at Hogwarts. I thought we could have more, what is one abortion, right? I wanted to let him finish his schooling and get a good job. We could have started a family later. I had it all planned out. And then he just left…” she said the last part on a whisper of desperation, making his heart hurt for the woman she must have been at the time.

“How old were you, Pomona?” he asked, stroking her straggly hair.

“I was 24. And I was too young to understand anything.” She said.

“Then why defend him still? Why, Pomona?”

“Because without that I would have let my life waste away! I kept the hope and turned away any wizard because I thought he would come back. That the Order would scare him enough to let go of everything. Because I was so, so stupid…”

“Why did you destroy the Horcrux? You knew what it was.” He asked.

“No matter what I thought about why he had changed, I saw what he had become, Severus. And I thought, since he had created it while he was at Hogwarts…sweet Merlin…He created the Horcrux with our baby, Severus! He gave me the potion!” she started sobbing again.

“That is not how it works, Pomona. No, no, Stop, you are making yourself sick! It needs more than a Potion, it needs an elaborate ritual!” he said, grabbing her hands and holding them between his. He actually didn’t know this for sure, but he was not such a monster that he would have a woman believe she aided a madman in creating a dark magic object with the life of her unborn child. But he did think it was a thing the Dark Lord would actually do.

“Truly?” she asked.

“Yes, truly. Go on, Pomona, tell me everything.”

“That does not change who he was, doesn’t it? He was still a murderer while I was happily imagining what our life would be. Oh, how could I have been so stupid?” she sobbed again. “I just took everything he said as true. And then he started hurting me because I had failed. He was getting impatient and then he told me to kidnap Ms. Granger and keep her in the dungeons. He had hidden half a library of dark books there with hideous spells inside. And one to make a person disappear from the magical world, to keep them prisoner. What kind of man is that, Severus? How could I bring someone like that back, who would willingly take another person’s freedom away? How?!”

He shook his head at that, since he didn’t know an answer to it. He pulled her head against his shoulder again and let her rest there until her tears subsided again and she slowly relaxed. He lifted her chubby face and saw she had fallen asleep. He waved his wand and levitated her off the ground and into her bedroom, laying her down and covering her with a blanket he found at the foot of the bed.

He walked out and immediately went back to his potions classroom. He needed a bit of time to think, before he exploded in a fit of rage about the injustice committed by one Tom Riddle. When he burst through the door of the room it was to a horrified, high pitched screech and a dull thump. When he looked around, he didn’t see anyone until he heard the groan from the floor. Looking down he found Hermione lying there, one hand rubbing her face where the door had obviously smacked her on the nose and the other hand rubbing her tailbone. She was splayed out before him in a pretty dress in deep purple that had hiked up to the tops of her thighs. Her legs were spread, but the dress had fallen between them, so he couldn’t see anything else. She was wearing black leather half-boots and a leather jacket and her hair was pinned up hazardously with a few curly escaping the bun and framing her pretty face. Well, honestly, her pain filled grimace.

He supressed the laughter that was bubbling in his chest and knelt down next to her, making sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

“Are you seriously hurt, pet?” he asked quietly, while grabbing the hand on her face and pulling it away so he could look at her face. The tip of her nose was slightly reddened, but not enough to worry him overly, so he let the slight snicker he was barely holding back escape.

“Oh, yes, go ahead and laugh, you terrible man!” she said and scowled up at him. He snickered harder at that and then closed the door with a wave of his hand. Then he leaned over and kissed her nose gently before catching her lips in a soft kiss. She sighed into his mouth and opened her lips to return the kiss. It soon became more heated and Severus reluctantly pulled back. She whimpered and stared at him with a pout on her lips. He leaned back and let himself fall back on the floor, suddenly exhausted. He scooted back until he was leaning against the door and let his head thump back against it, putting his elbows on his bend knees. The past few weeks had been a roller-coaster of feelings and he wasn’t used to that.

“Are you alright, Master?” Hermione asked him while crawling over to him and kneeling between his legs. He lifted his hands and put them around her waist and pulled her closer. In return she tunnelled her fingers through his hair and started massaging his scalp. He gave a grunt of pleasure and felt himself relax.

“Not really, pet. I have found out who gave you that potion and why.” He said. He then proceeded to tell her everything while she was still massaging his scalp. When he was done she just stared at him, biting her upper lip.

“Has Draco told you anything?” he asked.

“Yes, last night. That’s why I came here, to talk to you. So I guess it’s over?” she asked.

“For now. At least we can destroy the Horcruxes we have now. I have already written to Lucius and he is taking care of those we know about. Now we can start on your Apprenticeships without anything to distract you.”

“What about Professor Sprout?” she asked.

“She will be let go and called before the Wizengamot. She gave a student a potion without their knowledge that could have ended in serious trouble. She’ll have to pay a fine, a quite heavy one. You will get that money, by the way.”

“No jail?” she asked, shocked.

“No, the potion itself is not outlawed and any mention of the Dark Lord will be overheard completely, like it always is. I guess Professor Dumbledore won’t mention the Horcruxes at all. He won’ do anything to destroy them, too, though.”

“Why? Well, I understand why they wouldn’t mention them, because if there are sympathizers they will get a warning and hide them. But why won’t Professor Dumbledore do anything about them?” she asked. She had taken her hands away from his scalp and was now massaging his shoulders and upper arms. He kept his hands on her waist and enjoyed her ministrations.

“Allegedly there is a prophecy that needs to be fulfilled. But honestly, prophecies are never completely correct and only show a possibility. He wants to make it come true. Who cares why? The only thing that matters is that we know who did it and that you are out of danger. It was a terrible plan anyway, but I guess it shows the immaturity of the piece of his soul that was in there.”

“Maybe I want her in jail for what she was planning to do to me, Severus. Maybe I want her to suffer!” she said slightly hysterical, her hands clenching on his shoulders. He winced slightly and pulled her closer.

“She already is suffering, pet. She threw her life away over a monster. And she has nothing to show for the dedication she gave him. Pomona Sprout is living her very own hell. She might pretend she is sorry for what she was planning for you, but she isn’t. And for her to have failed at bringing him back that is what is tearing her apart right now.”

She stared at him, then nodded slowly.

“Alright. One thing though….will you kiss me, please?” she said on a whisper.

“Whatever you wish for.” He said hoarsely as he felt his arousal spike. He pulled her closer and kissed her, letting his pent up frustration and anger go and replacing it with her sweet lips and soft skin. She smelled faintly of Vanilla and he then decided to throw his rules out of the window. He let his hands wander beneath her dress and put them on her thighs, pulling her close by them and aiding her until she straddled his lap. Then he pushed two of his fingers under her panties and straight into her sopping wet pussy. She gave a strangled scream and started pulling on his belt frantically. He proceeded to pump his fingers in and out, enjoying her whimpers and her breathy moans. She was squirming in his lap and he thoroughly enjoyed the effect he was having on her.

He pulled out his soaked fingers and lifted them to their locked lips. He pulled back and started to lick them clean. Hermione stared at his fingers for a moment and then leaned over and licked them clean with him. He growled at that and pulled his hand away to open his pants. He pushed them down only enough for his erection to spring free and lifted her hips over his erection. Reaching beneath her dress he pulled her panties to the side with one hand and guided his erection to her opening with the other. When he had the tip in, in grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down in one rough stroke. She yelled out at that and he suddenly remembered he hadn’t put up a silencing charm. He held her still and pulled out his wand and quickly secured the room. He let it fall down on the floor next to him and proceeded to fuck the woman on is lap. Her head had fallen forward and her hair was clinging to her sweat covered face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth opened in pleasure, making the most delicious sounds. Her small moans and whispers were music to his ears.

“More, please, Master, give me more, pleeeaaaase!” she moaned, finally opening her eyes and looking at him. He was fucking slowly, wanting to enjoy this moment.

“Shhhh, pet, enjoy this, let me show you how god it can be when we go slowly. Slow, pet, move your hips, yes like that, just a bit. Mmmm, yeah, that’s it. Move that cunt. I love how tight you fell, do you know that? How wet you get. It’s perfect. You are perfect, pet.” He groaned and whispered in her ear. Her head was on his shoulder and her breath was fanning down his neck. He lifted his left hand and fisted it in her hair, before pulling her head back and up so he could look in her face. He wanted to see her eyes while he was moving I her.

“Look at me, pet, no, don’t close your eyes. Like that, yesssssss.” He hissed. She stared at him with glassy eyes and licked her lips, before giving out a long moan. She began moving her hips jerkily and then gave a high pitched scream, before she came in big convulsions on his lap. She became painfully tight around him and he let himself give into the incredible pleasure she was providing. He started fucking her hard and gave short staccato thrust until he exploded inside her. She kept on coming for a few moments, still, while he just sat back and enjoyed it. When even her aftershocks subsided he felt her body go limp.

“Oh god, I sooo needed that!” she moaned, her head held upright by his hand in her hair. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of pleasure still on her face. She opened them and smiled at him, before lifting her arms and putting them around his neck. She leaned forward again and started giving him soft kisses. He returned them for a while, letting his hands roam over her until he finally let them rest on her still panty clad behind. He grabbed the globes and started massaging them. He was soft inside her and felt himself hardening inside her again. When he started thrusting slightly she gave a small giggle against his mouth. He felt a responding smile tug at his lips.

“I forgot something, Master. I think you need to punish me for it.” She breathed into his open mouth.

“And what is it that you forgot, pet?” he groaned back. The little minx was using her muscles to squeeze his dick. He responded by grinding himself up into her and hitting her clit while doing that. She gave low, throaty moans at his and squeezed him even harder.

“I forgot to lick you after we finished, Master.” She moaned back.

He groaned and felt a small orgasm tear through him, finishing what had promised to be quite a nice fucking.

“There you go, pet, now you made me come to soon.” He growled. She just giggled back at him.

“Well, aren’t you going to get to it, pet? Down on your knees, then!” he said with a mock scowl on his face. She smiled at him and lifted herself off of him, making him plop down wetly against his shirttails. He heaved a sigh and decided to take their lovemaking somewhere comfortable.

“Wait, pet, Let us take this somewhere else. The floor is cold and damned uncomfortable.” He said and closed his pants up again.

“If you say so. I do get that your age might be a proiiiikkksssss! Nonono, put me down!” she yelled on a loud giggle. He had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder with a growl at her joke about his age. He grinned and stalked them all the way to his bedroom, making sure to ward every door and put up silencing spells along the way. Hermione, on the other hand, was hitting his back with her tiny fists and laughing madly.
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