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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 19 – Dis-Orderly Conduct
She’d really wanted to be magnanimous. She’d even managed to pull it off—for a day.
When he’d reached down to rub her clitoris after he’d come, she’d stopped him, assuring him that it wasn’t necessary.
Well, it turned out that it actually was necessary. So she’d Owled him the following day to ask if they could meet for ‘tuition’ again on Friday evening. It would be their third liaison in a week.
What in Merlin’s name was she doing? He wasn’t her boyfriend—he was actually her Professor. And she was supposed to be performing her duties with him once a week as a member of the Order—nothing more.
But it felt like so much more. When they'd kissed before the fire, she on his lap, him still inside her, she’d threaded her fingers into his hair and just enjoyed tasting him . . . really enjoyed it. For the first time it had been slow and unhurried, and she could simply explore, sampling each part that took her fancy. Like his eyelids—she’d licked them, making his long eyelashes flutter.
She’d kissed other people before—quite a few actually. But it was always someone equally inexperienced. He was so confident and effortless in comparison, but still he didn’t seem to mind her clumsy journey of oral and tactile discovery. She’d traced the contours of his nose with her fingertips before kissing her way down the centre. She’d done the same to his jaw, licking up to his temple and flickering under his earlobe. But it was his mouth that she really did find quite deliciously irresistible—she returned constantly to run her tongue along each unique curve, under each ridge before lapping it into her mouth to suck on.
By the end, she’d really wanted him to fuck her again—properly—but she knew better than to ask. And so, making a pretty poor job of appearing cheery, she’d left. Her whole body had hated her for it. Her pussy was silently howling for relief. Her lips, although swollen and raw, only wanted more. And her arms expected to have something to hold onto as she fell asleep. It ended up being a pillow in the end—and she felt appropriately sad and pathetic.
But he’d responded to her request almost immediately the following day and she was more excited than she could explain. Ignoring Lavender’s angry thumps on the bathroom door, she’d spent a considerable amount of time preparing herself—quite unlike every other time as it had turned out. Rubbing copious amounts of expensive body wash over her entire body, she even went to the trouble of shaving off parts of her bush until it resembled something she hoped passed for ‘tidy.’
By the time she’d dressed in a nice top and jeans, styled her hair and donned a pair of silver earrings her mother had given her for her seventeenth birthday, she was feeling better than she had in months.
“Where are you off to?”
“What?” She turned around.
Ron was slouched in a chair, one leg slung over the arm as he flicked through a Quidditch magazine.
“Where are you going all dressed up?”
“I’m not . . . dressed up.” She ran a hand self-consciously over her hair. “I’m just off . . . to study.”
“Not with that old git again?”
“Um . . . no . . . someone else.”
“Can I come?”
“What?” She frowned.
“Are you going to be doing that essay for Ancient Runes? I haven’t even started yet and it’s due Monday.”
“No—we’re not,” she replied abruptly.
He looked put out. “You usually help me.”
“Well maybe you should start doing your own work for a change.”
Throwing a disparaging look at her, he continued to flick through the magazine.
“I don’t know what’s up with you the last few months—you’ve changed.”
“Thanks a lot.” She turned to go.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
Spinning back around, she glared at him. “If ‘changed’ means no longer ‘carrying’ you into an occupation that you would not be qualified for because you didn’t, in fact, do any of the required work for it, then I’m glad to be ‘changed.’”
“You’re even beginning to sound like him.”
“Who?”
Ron held her gaze.
Clenching her jaw, she turned on her heel and stormed out the door.
She fumed as she strode up the corridor. Of course she’d fucking changed! She just couldn’t tell him how—or why. She couldn’t tell fucking anyone! Maybe that’s why she was becoming so attached to the wizard in the dungeons. She was completely isolated. He was the only one who understood what she was going through—because he was going through the same.
She was well aware that she’d changed. She was certainly more in touch with her feelings. The past months had been an emotional fucking rollercoaster. And she’d developed feelings for him—for Severus. It was still so strange to think of him as such. The name itself, ‘Severus’ suggesting someone severe—utterly appropriate for the demeanour he portrayed in the classroom. But her knowledge of him now, the ‘Severus’ she knew, was far from severe. He was tender and thoughtful and . . . and she was even beginning to think that he might have similar feelings for her. So what did that mean? Were they now, in fact—
Something wrapped tightly around her throat. She tried to scream but a hand closed over her mouth and she was dragged backwards through a door into darkness.
“If you scream, I’ll blast your throat out.”
A wand jabbed under her chin as she was slammed against a cold, tiled wall. A bathroom. The torches were out—the only light came from the half-moon diffusing through a grimy window.
“Let me go, Malfoy,” she gasped.
“Not this time,” he sneered. “Who were you off to see in such a hurry anyway?”
“No one.”
“No one? So, he’s called Professor No-one now is he?”
“I don’t know . . . who you’re talking about.”
“I know you’re Snape’s whore,” he whispered against her cheek.
She tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her jaw and twisted it back.
“Who would have thought? The Gryffindor Princess . . . now the Slytherin . . . come . . . bucket.” He spat the last word against her face.
Kicking out with a shriek, she reached for the wand in her pocket but it was gone.
“Looking for this?” He twirled her wand expertly around his fingers.
“What do you want?” she growled, pressing herself back against the tiles and wondering what her chances were of getting to the door before he attacked her.
“You know exactly what I want,” he muttered darkly. “What you’ve been giving Snape for months to protect his slimy fucking hide.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She could hear the tremor in her voice.
“Really?” He took a step toward her. “Perhaps I should refresh your memory.”
Extending his wand, he placed the tip against the top button on her shirt—it suddenly popped free, before dropping and rolling away. He did the same with the next button and the next until her shirt was gaping open, the top of her burgundy bra visible.
“You always wear this, do you?” He pushed her shirt open and cut one bra strap with his wand before slicing through the second strap causing her breasts to spill out the front.
She went to cover herself but suddenly felt her arms bound to the wall.
“You might be a fucking stuck-up bitch, but you’re still hot.” He moved in close. “Which is lucky since I’ve had to fuck some pretty fucking ugly Muggle Slappers lately.”
He reached up and grasped her breast in his cold fingers. “So warm . . .” he murmured. “I’m actually looking forward to finally getting inside that pussy. I don’t like going where Snape’s been but I’ll just have to carve out my own spot.”
“Keep your filthy hands off me,” Hermione spat.
“Don’t pretend to be picky now.” He tore open the remainder of her shirt with his hands. “You’ve let that old Perv fuck you for weeks—your standards aren’t that fucking high. He might have a big dick but I doubt he has a clue what do with it.”
Reaching out, he grabbed her by the crotch, roughly delving his fingers into the denim between her legs.
“You’re going to be fucked by a full-blood now. And as a dirty Mudblood, you should be fucking grateful.”
Grasping her jeans in both hands, he tore open the zipper before yanking them down over her hips.
Her heart thundered as she scanned the shadowy stalls for anything that might help her—there was nothing.
“Do you really expect to get away with this?” she ground out.
He reached down for his own zipper. “A quick repair and an Obliviation and you’ll be as good as new—and none the wiser.”
“I won’t tell,” she said abruptly. “Just . . . don’t Obliviate me.”
He sneered as he grabbed his crotch and massaged it. “You think I’m going to fuck up your mind? Damage your biggest asset?”
She glared at him but didn’t respond.
“What you should have realised by now is that this is your biggest asset.” He slid the fingers of his other hand down the front of her satiny knickers. “This is all you’re good for. Even Snape knows that.”
Hermione felt her throat constrict as her face began to burn.
“I bet he enjoyed popping your cherry.” Draco breathed, his face so close she could no longer focus on it. “Did he hurt you . . . or did he try to make you come?”
Closing her eyes, she tried to block him out but his lips were against her ear.
“He’s such a sad old fuck, I bet he tried to make you—”
Something large and black suddenly burst through the door and pinned Draco to the wall, his wand hand contorted painfully behind his back.
“Fuck . . .” he gasped, his face pressed into the tiles.
There was a brief flourish and Hermione felt her binds release. Trembling, she pulled up her jeans and cinched her shirt closed.
Draco was spun around and a hand pressed to his chest.
“You!” the blond snarled. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to be protecting me. Don’t you remember? You made a fucking vow!”
In the dim light Hermione could see the black gleam of Snape’s eyes.
“I am protecting you.” His voice was low and even. “Not . . . in the school grounds.”
“But he’s going to be there.” Draco’s voice had taken on a frantic edge. “The Dark Lord’s coming. We can’t . . . there’s no way to satisfy the enchantment. I have to do this.”
“Not . . . in the school grounds,” Snape repeated.
“I’ll take her out. I’ll bind her and take her.”
Hermione could see the glassy sheen in Draco’s eyes, he was clearly petrified. “You promised,” he sobbed. “You can’t stop me. What do you think my father will do to you?”
“Go, Miss Granger. Return to your room.” Snape didn’t look at her as he spoke.
“But—” she began.
“Now!” he commanded.
Clutching her clothing around her, she lunged at the door and pulled it open.
Without looking back, she ran.
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