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Snape's Redemption	By : JCB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 34684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: If I had a million dollars, I would buy you a green dress (but not a real green dress, that�s cruel). I am neither JKR, nor Bare Naked Ladies. I have no money. I don�t even own a cat. That�s sad. I�d like a cat. Don�t send me a cat.

Chapter Sixteen: The rain is full of ghosts tonight

Severus Snape lay on his back, hands locked behind his head, staring at the ornate canopy above him, waiting for Hermione Granger to come out of the bathroom. As he listened to the rain, a wry grin twisted his lips. He reflected how her initial � protestations of staying at Malfoy Manor did not prohibit her form availing herself of the luxuries found therein. The twist blossomed into a smile as he remembered her reaction upon finding out where they would be living

�You�ve got to be joking,� Hermione exclaimed.

�I assure you I am not, Miss Granger. Believe me, it is perfectly safe.�

He watched as she struggled, both for composure and a secure hold on her familiar.

�I know that you have not told me a lot about your relationship with the Malfoys,� she started out, trying to be calm. �But you have made it quite clear that Lucius Malfoy is not to be trusted.�

�Well, Miss Granger, allow me to reaffirm your view: I would not trust Lucius Malfoy as far as I could comfortably spit a dead rat.�

He smirked as he watched her trying to restrain herself.

�However,� he continued. �Our living here has absolutely nothing to do with him. Trust me; he will not even be aware that we are here.�

Then he had implacably steered Hermione to the Manor, ignoring her further protestations. That is, until she began to shriek; then he had cast Silencio on her.

Upon entering the house through a side door, a house-elf had appeared and bowed down low before them. Severus brusquely ordered a meal to be served in his library. By this time, Hermione had released herself from the Silencing Charm, but the fear of being caught in the Malfoy�s manor kept her silent.

As he led her up a seemingly little used staircase, he cautioned her.

�Patience will be rewarded, Miss Granger. Allow me my dinner undisturbed and I will tell you how all this came about. Understood?�

She had allowed him his undisturbed dinner and Severus Snape, being a man of his word, decided to reward her rather rare patience. With a glass of elf-wine he sat back and enlightened her of events that had led up to their being unknown guests at Malfoy Manor.

It had been in the library at Grimmauld Place when he realised there was another hidey-hole where he and Hermione could conceal themselves. It would also be more hospitable and convenient for him then the Order�s headquarters. All it had depended upon was Lucius Malfoy�s inherent paranoia.

Years earlier, after the many Ministry raids Malfoy Manor had endured, Lucius (with the initially unwilling help of Severus) had delved deeply into the Dark Arts and discovered an obscure, but powerful, Repression Curse. Once laid on a house, this curse would stop anything inside it (be it elf, portrait, ghoul, or human) revealing what happened between its walls. Lucius had experimented with the spell until it was modified so that only he would be able to know what was occurring at any given time. However, he had not protected himself against the duplicitous nature of Severus Snape.

Snape smirked, revelling in the memory of his own alterations to Lucius� final Repression Curse. Lucius would, as he intended, be able to know about everything that happened in his house - unless it involved Severus Snape or anyone he had given his protection to. After the spell had been placed on the manor, Severus had been very careful never to go inside with Lucius� knowledge. The first time he had broken in, Snape had been in a cold sweat, terrified that his plan might fail. However, once again his intelligence and knowledge had easily allowed him to outmanoeuvre the older Death Eater. Since those few initial forays, Snape had never bothered Malfoy Manor again. He had also never told Dumbledore of this ability to spy on Lucius; it was for him alone, not for Dumbledore�s crusade.

After he left the Black family�s old mansion, Severus made his way to Malfoy Manor, sneaking in under cover of darkness whilst altering all Lucius� Foe Spells to accept him as a friend. Once inside, he had ascertained that Lucius was in residence in the West Wing and crept up to the portrait gallery. He then walked boldly up and down in front of all the pictured Malfoy ancestors. Although he was followed by suspicious Malfoy painted eyes, no alarm was raised. He then tested the effectiveness of his spell on the house elves, ordering them to serve him a meal in the unused East Wing. They did so, eagerly.

Assured of his success, he then set about making the wing useful to his purpose. A lab was set up in the attic above the one bedroom he required. The adjoining nursery was refurbished as a library and all his books from Spinner�s End were transferred by undetectable Elf magic.

He did not tell Hermione how he had then ventured into the wing where Lucius lived. With a childlike glee, he had tested the parameters of his spell by playing small practical jokes on his nemesis: moving books that Lucius had been reading once he left a room, hiding clothes and the like. Small, petty little tricks that annoyed Malfoy greatly and brought a little warmth into Severus� heart.

He had also found a miniature portrait of Draco, painted just before he left home to go to Hogwarts for the first time.

He glanced over to it now where it sat on his bedside table. Portrait Draco was gently snoring. Regret, like a serrated blade, ripped itself through Severus� chest and he quickly turned away from the picture of innocence gone. Pushing that aside, he returned to his cogitations about his young apprentice.

Once secure in the knowledge that Lucius Malfoy would not be intruding on them, the girl had seemed to settle down. Although not as quiet as she had been at Spinner�s End, she was neither as verbose as she had been during their brief stay near Kensington Gardens. It was really quite pleasant. Snape decided to remember how the betrayal kept her silent. He wondered if he could possibly ever arrange for it to happen again if she became too talkative.

However, there was one rather important aspect of their relationship which was beginning to annoy him: the sex. Like most men, he wanted a woman who would treat his penis like a treat, not a punishment; one who would approach intercourse with joy in her heart, not martrydom. Miss Granger, however, would never attempt to pleasure him or take the initiative during their couplings. He did acknowledge that he was probably not the bed partner she would have chosen voluntarily (a brief shudder shook his body as an image of Ron Weasley, naked, crossed his mind), but surely she must realise that a girl who was essentially still his student (and who enjoyed eating, but not exercising) would not be his preferred mate. Although, he had to concede that she really did have a magnificent bottom.

Thus he was to be found lying in bed, staring at the canopy and ruminating upon Hermione Granger.

The bathroom door opened and the object of his musings entered, arrayed in one of his nightshirts. He smirked once again as he remembered her sullen anger at finding all her own nightwear had disappeared from her trunk. Aside from that brief thought, the sight of her did little for him; there was nothing stirring at all. He frowned at the canopy and ignored her as she crawled into their bed and lay down next to him, waiting.

Snape did not move.

Hermione shifted slightly. No response. She shifted again.

�Is there a problem, Miss Granger?� he finally enquired.

�It�s my final night of fertility this cycle,� she burst out. �Aren�t you going to do anything?�

He surged up from his prostrate position and loomed over her.

�Do what, Miss Granger? Suddenly find it within myself to lust after you without any inducement?� he hissed at her.

�You seem to have been managing that the last seven weeks with no problems,� she bit back.

He fell back onto his back.

�Maybe I cannot be bothered tonight,� he muttered.

�Oh,� Hermione exclaimed. �Oh, I�ve read about this! It�s called performance anx��

He was suddenly over her again, hand covering her mouth before she could finish.

�Maybe it is something else,� he spat out. �Maybe it has something to do with having a girl in my bed instead of a woman. Maybe it�s about a man not always having to take control of everything.�

He turned away from her, presenting her with his back, and fumed. After a while, he mentally sighed. It had to be done. His hand began to move down to his groin whilst he hoped he would not be required to take an aphrodisiac. A small voice stopped him.

�I can be in control?�

His hand stilled as his mind raced.

�Define �control�, Miss Granger,� he offered cautiously.

There was silence.

�I can � try � can � do � things? Things that � that I want?�

He almost could not hear her, her voice was so hesitant. Slowly he rolled onto his back.

�If you wish,� he replied slowly.

To his surprise, Hermione bounced up in the bed.

�Oh, this is wonderful,� she exclaimed happily.

Severus blinked slowly, not sure that they were talking about the same thing.

�See, I�ve been reading up on sex from your books and it�s absolutely fascinating. Did you know that a man�s prostate is actually an erogenous spot? And that the testes can swell to approximately 50% ��

Severus� penis leapt to attention.

�So,� he interrupted, his voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. �So, you wish to � explore?�

�Well, yes,� Hermione replied frankly. �I might as well learn as much as I can during this. I mean, since it has to happen. But you have to be honest and tell me how it really makes you feel. And you have to shut your eyes,� she finished in a rush.

Without further ado, Severus kicked the blankets off his naked body and closed his eyes.

�Miss Granger, I licence your roving hands,� he intoned.

He felt her hands softly move down his body, skimming across his nipples, tracing his prominent hipbones before skittering away up to his face.

�That was anticlimactic,� he informed her just before her lips settled on his neck. �That�s wet and not particularly pleasant. Really, Miss Granger I would have thought you � hmm!�

He broke off as she nibbled the soft skin behind his ear. He swallowed loudly.

�That is � interesting,� he finally conceded as she moved over to his other ear.

He felt her hands grasp his and move them up over his head, pushing them onto the pillow there. He heard her shifting around and cracked open his eyes, watching as she studied his body. There was a small frown on her face. He hoped it was one of concentration.

Suddenly she reached out and placed both her hands flat on his stomach.

�Miss Granger!� he yelled, bolting upright.

�What?� she asked, pulling her hands away as if from a hot stove.

�Your hands,� he gritted out, glaring at her. �They are extremely cold.�

�Oh,� she replied, looking at his now flagging erection. �Sorry, I didn�t realise.�

He continued to glare at her.

�I can�t do this when you�re watching,� she whispered.

He lay back down and closed his eyes enough that he could still watch her surreptitiously through his lashes.

She studied his naked form stretched out before her, and chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. Coming to some decision, he watched her face harden with resolve. Breathing deeply as if preparing for a battle, she bent over and began to lick his nipples.

Severus groaned.

�Good,� he gasped out, remembering her request. �That is most pleasurable.�

When she finally echoed his own technique and pulled a swollen nipple into her mouth and began to worry it between her teeth, he sighed in pleasure.

�Definitely an E, Miss Granger,� he murmured.

Her now warmer hands began to move down his body again, but once more shied away from his groin. Her mouth moved down to explore his lower rib cage, but he could feel her hesitation.

Deciding to put an end to her dilemma (and also realising that if he pushed her too hard this time, it might never happen again), he moved swiftly, his arms coming down and pushing off the nightshirt she wore. Turning her onto her back, he thrust his face between her legs, and was pleasantly pleased to find her already moist. Using both his skill and his knowledge of her body, he brought her up to orgasm, but held her on the plateau, refusing her completion.

He moved away and lay down on his back next to her. Confused, Hermione sat up and looked down at him.

�I think it�s time you learnt something new, Miss Granger,� he informed her huskily.

Lifting her naked body up over his, he straddled her over him. He moved her until he rested at her entrance and then carefully, using his hands on her hips, pushed her down until she impaled herself upon him. She sat there, her hands braced on his chest, adjusting to this new sensation.

�If you don�t move, that E will move to a T,� he finally warned her.

She smiled slightly and, closing her eyes, began to move up until he almost slipped out. His hands urged her back down and he hissed as her warmth enveloped him. She repeated this movement over and over, eventually becoming quite frantic at her inability to release the tension building up in her.

The sight of Miss Granger�s breasts swaying above him and the feel of her luscious bottom hitting the tops of his thighs were destroying any control he had.

�Circle,� he gritted out, desperately trying to hold on.

�What?�

�Lean forward and move your hips in a circle,� he instructed whilst counting to one hundred in Ancient Greek in a vein bid to stave off orgasm.

She followed his instructions.

�No,� he hissed. �Keep moving up and down as well.�

�Why?� she gasped out.

�Extra credit,� he groaned.

She altered her movement and felt the beginning of her orgasm. Instinctively, she tried to stop, scared to continue. Severus, feeling her hesitation, grasped her hips tighter and slammed her onto him, the movement bringing both of them to completion with guttural cries of pleasure.

Quickly, he rolled her over, still panting heavily, and raised her legs up, to stop his seed from flowing out of her.

�Hold � your legs � higher,� he panted.

There was no response.

He moved around and looked down at her sleeping face. A small smile crossed his lips.

�Well I�ll say one thing for Mudbloods,� came a disembodied voice from the corner. �They certainly have stamina.�

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A/N � Title comes from �Sonnet� by Edna St. Vincent Millay. The reference to licence his roving hands is from John Donne�s Elegy IXX � To his Mistress going to Bed (Grammar people - please note the spelling of licence is directly from the poem).

Again, to my Betas who make much of time. What else can I say? �I can�t do this all on my own � I�m no superman�. (Thank you Scrubs for that inspiration.)

Hope you�re all happy with the quick update!!!

Sorry about the lack of review response (working on draft of next chapter instead of replying! Is that a good excuse?) Thank you for all the lovely reviews!!! I so thrive on them. Please don�t stop. Beg Grovel. If you stop, I stop � how about that? Especially since I�ve left you with a lovely cliffy (again)!

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