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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

She had expected to be punished the next morning, as had happened before, but she was wrong.

That evening Hermione carried his dinner into the library. Snape was seated in one of his armchairs, with his back to the door, and at first she didn't see him. She laid the tray carefully on the desk, wondering where he was, and muttering about people who don't turn stick to the time they set themselves.

As she turned she caught sight of Snape, his head hung low, eyes staring at nothing, a forgotten book lying open in his lap. Hermione jumped, eyes going wide in an expression of innocence as she hoped he hadn't heard her. That's the second time today I've caught him looking so… sad.

Then he lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, a wry smirk now on his face, and she knew he had heard. She looked back, trying to keep her face blank, as he rose from the chair and moved to the desk.

"Hmph…" was all the recognition she got for her work, as he ate the first bite.

She stood still and waited for permission to leave, and when it came she turned immediately. As she did so a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, squeezing painfully. She looked at him, surprised and off-balance by the sudden surge of adrenaline his action had caused.

Snape was still looking at the food before him, a fork in his left hand, and her wrist in the other. Hermione resisted the urge to pull away. He took another bite, licking his lips slightly, and suddenly she could look at nothing else. Hermione bit gently on the inside of her mouth, transfixed by the sensual curves of his, and remembering the way they had moved over her skin.

Her heart was thumping so hard, and she prayed he couldn't feel the beat in her wrist. She could feel herself trembling. Snape squeezed her slightly, a smirk covering his face as he glanced down at where he held her. Oh Merlin, let him think I'm just scared. She was, of course, but at the moment she was more concerned with the faint stirrings of lush that coiled in her belly. Concerned and ashamed.

Hermione felt her cheeks go red, and hoped Snape was too engrossed in his meal to notice. From the smug look on his face though, she suspected he knew was she was feeling. Oh Gods, please no… What if he thinks I want to… How can I be feeling this way, it's just so...wrong. He's an evil, malicious bastard! He's only using you and trying to convert you. He's going to hurt you and…"

A sudden flash of fear ran through her at the thought of him assuming her willing and eager for him to fuck her again, making her feel horribly sick. Something on her demeanour must have alerted Snape, as he immediately looked up into her eyes, delving into her mind to read her thoughts.

"Ah, yes," he drawled, "I'd almost forgotten that you'd been listening into other people's conversations. I will deal with it in a minute." He turned back to his food, lightening his grip for a second, and she took immediate advantage, tearing her wrist from his grasp and fleeing.

She only managed two steps before invisible bonds snapped around her, and she fell forwards, unable to put her arms out. At the last second before she hit the floor she stopped. It took her a few moments to realise that his arms were around her and he had lowered her gently to the floor, turning her over and huddling over her.

All traces of arousal had left her body, and she was terrified at the thought of him destroying the memory that she had hope would save her, hold her back from falling for his manipulations to turn her. She knew he was a master manipulator who was extremely adept at convincing people to believe what he wanted them to. He made me want him, even though I know he's trying to convert me. How will I be able to resist if I don't understand what he is trying to do. He fooled Dumbledore… do you really think you could have resisted him either way?

Snape straddled her, his robes settling over the both of them as she grabbed her hands and wrenched them up above her head. Holding them down with one hand he placed the tip of his wand against her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head from side to side, wriggling her body in an attempt to throw him off.

He was too heavy to shift, and much stronger than he seemed. "Look at me," he snarled loudly. When she refused to stop trying to unseat him he growled an oath and quickly conjured shackles that held her hands to the floor. His hands now free, he shifted so that his weight was on her torso, legs clamped either side of her body. He grabbed her chin tightly, but she yowled and tried to bite him in her frenzy.

A sharp slap across her face brought her back to her sensed, and she stared at him, astonished, a red mark spreading across her cheek. Now that he had her attention Snape quickly brought his wand back to her head and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Legilimens…"

Images suddenly crowded her brain of the evening she had spent at the Malfoy's, the terror and anticipation, Snape stroking her body, the curse she had thrown at Malfoy, straining to hear a quiet conversation…

Snape carefully sifted through her memories of that night, prying apart the walls she kept trying to throw in his way. He whispered soft words as he worked, although as he did so she could never seem to remember what he had said a moment later. Every now and then there was a small sense of loss, and then even the memory of that disappeared. Confusion grew in her until she was no longer sure what she was doing on the ground, or why Snape was bent over her. Eventually even that memory flickered away and vanished as everything went dark.

Snape was sitting in his armchair quietly reading when the girl began to stir, shifting slightly and murmuring from her position on the floor. After a few moments she opened her eyes, blinking confusedly at the ceiling above her.

A test… "Yet again you seemed to have passed out on my floor, pet. This seems to be becoming a habit of yours, one that I am not particularly fond of."

She sat up, hands to her head, and peered around at him, still a bit dazed. "Why, what happened to me?"

He tisked loudly. "Another bad habit you seem not to be able to break. You should know better by now that to ask questions."

She looked chastened, obviously worried that he would punish her for asking. Good, the fool girl need to learn when to hold her tongue. "Do you not remember? he asked silkily.

"I'm… I can't remember anything after bringing in your dinner. Wha….?" She shut her mouth with a click before she finished the question, looking him in the eye as if caring him to comment.

Snape ignored the unspoken challenge. "I believe the memory loss may have been caused by you banging you head fairy hard on the floor during your punishment this evening. I have already examined and healed it." He glared at her here, warning her not to comment on him playing nurse. "There was a small lump. But you say you cannot remember anything after bringing in my dinner?"

She nodded her head mutely. He leaned forward, trying to feign a slight concern as one would for a possession possibly damaged. Let's see if she managed to hide anything… He watched her face carefully. She was not clever enough to hide her emotions from his scrutiny, so he would know if she remembered.

"Think back and try to recall if there are any blank spots in your recent memories, any conversations or events of which you can only remember part of."

She thought for a few moment and then shook her head slowly. "I don't think so," she said.

Good, but to be sure…"You will inform me if you recall any such instances. It is a concern that you have lost so many memories, on top of what is missing from before your capture. The Dark Lord is anxious that you be kept in... relatively… good health."

Her face tightened at his last words. She was obviously concerned as to why the Dark Lord wanted her, but there had been nothing in her manner to make him believe she knew anything more. A wave of satisfaction flowed through him, but he made sure his face betrayed nothing to her.

Snape thought back to what he'd seen in her memories. She had enjoyed the way he had touched her as he convinced her to curse Malfoy. Thank God she managed that so well. Her confusion at the mix of arousal and shame at her feelings when he had taken her later that evening had been tangible, and he thought back to the way her soft skin had felt, the feel of her body under him. He felt his cock twitch at the recollection.

He had wanted to make her come, hear her moan with unsought-for pleasure, but he had held back, knowing he needed to make her want him more. The first step... The Dark Lord will be pleased at the way she responds to me already. He ached to have her again, but he knew now was not the moment. She was too vulnerable right now with another loss of memory, and he knew he had to play it very carefully. Always so carefully. Why can my life never be simple?

With an indifference he did not feel inside he snapped, "Now leave me. Get back to your room. You will be ready when I come for you tomorrow."

A look of relief crossed her face. He was under no illusion as to why. She's glad I don't want more from her this evening. Holding her head high, damn foolish Gryffindors, she did as she was told and left.

As soon as the door closed, Snape pointed his wand at the fireplace, muttering, "Incendio." Merlin knew he was fed up of keeping his chambers cold and dark, but he knew how important appearances were. Eventually he felt a small magical flicker that told him the girl was now locked in her room for the night, and he finally relaxed.

The fire soon warmed the room nicely, and leaning back in his armchair, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames and his hair falling around his bowed face, Snape sat and brooded.
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