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The Paramour�

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Chapter 2

It was morning when Hermione opened her eyes. She could not hide the smile that took over
face. Looking next to her, she saw that
Severus was gone, but that was expected since Voldemort had made it clear that
there was business to take care of.

�Good morning, miss,� squeaked a little voice.

It startled Hermione, who sat up quickly, in search of the
voice. A small house elf was standing
at the foot of the bed.

Realizing she was naked, Hermione pulled the sheet over her
body and quickly replied, �Good
morning.� She was not angry; she was
just surprised.

�Can I help you?� asked Hermione.

�Oh no, miss. I am
here to serve you. I am Lannie.�

�Well, Lannie, I appreciate your offer, but I will not be
needing you.�

Lannie gasped as a fearful expression came over her small
face. �Oh no miss, you do not
understand.� She then whispered, �He
Who Must Not Be Named has ordered me to serve you.�

Even though she disagreed with the whole concept of house
elves, Hermione knew that if she refused Lannie�s service that Lannie would be
punished severely.

�Okay Lannie, I will let you serve me.�

Her big eyes lit up. �Thank you miss!� she squeaked.

�But Lannie, please, call me Hermione.�

�Yes, Miss Hermione.�
Hermione smiled. It was not what
she meant, but she knew better than to argue.

�May I suggest a bath or would you prefer breakfast Miss
Hermione?�

�A bath sounds wonderful.�

�Very good, Miss Hermione.
I will draw you one immediately.�
Lannie quickly disappeared.

Hermione wrapped the sheet around her and got out of
bed. Her body was slightly sore, but it
only brought a bigger smile to her face.
She could smell the lingering fragrances from when Severus showered
earlier.

�Your bath is ready Miss Hermione.�

Hermione went into the bathroom, removed the sheet and
slipped into the water.

�I took the liberty of adding some oils and bath salts. They are the ones most preferred by the
women here,� saidnie,nie, hoping for Hermione�s approval.

The water felt invigorating to her skin and the fragrances
were heavenly.

�Lovely choice, Lannie,� said Hermione as she slipped
further into the water.

Lannie pulled a small step stool over to the bathtub and
stood on it. Taking a sponge, she
dipped it in the water and began to wash Hermione�s back.

It was in Hermione�s nature to object, but her body was far
too relaxed, and she was curious about the place she was at.

�Lannie, what other women are here?�

Some house elves volunteered information while others
refused. Lannie was one who happened to
volunteer information.

�The women who are provided to service the Masters.�

�The Death Eaters?�

Lannie flinched at hearing �Death Eaters.� �Yes, Miss Hermione. Each of the Masters either brings their own
women or they are provided. Each are
assigned a house elf to attend to them.�

�Do you know who the other women are, Lannie?�

�No, Miss Hermione.
I only know that some are forced to be here while others seem to enjoy
it. It is important that the women are
taken care of so that they can service the Masters.�

Lannie began to wet Hermione�s hair and wash it.

�Lannie, do you know when the Death Eaters will return?�

�No, Miss Hermione, but I will inform you the instant they
Apparate back.�

�Thank you, Lannie, I would like that. Am I allowed to leave this room? I would like to look around.�

�Yes, Miss Hermione, you may leave the room, but I must
accompany you. You cannot leave the
house though.�

�That is fine, Lannie.
I do not mind you keeping me company.�

�Thank you Miss Hermione.
You are very kind.�

Hermione noticed that Lannie did not speak like other house
elves. Most referred to themselves in
the third person.

�Lannie, have you served here long?�

�All my life, Miss Hermione. So has my family.�

Hermione realized that the house-elf had only been exposed
to an aristocratic family, explaining why she spoke so well.

After her bath, Hermione ate a light brunch, as it was late
in the morning and then left the room.
She was amazed at how beautiful the mansion looked. It had the finest of everything, furniture,
paintings, tapestries, and books. In
the library was one of the largest, private collections of books she had ever
seen. Scanning the titles, she pulled
one out. Without asking, Lannie brought
her a chair. Hermione sat down and read
the rest of the day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�Miss Hermione,� squeaked LanniI haI have brought you some
dinner.�

Hermione looked up and saw her holding a tray with a plate
of roast chicken, steamed vegetables, a small loaf of bread and a glass of
wine.

�Oh, thank you, Lannie.�
She put the book down on the pile she had already read. Taking the tray, she asked, �What time is it
Lannie?�

�It is midnight, Miss Hermione.�

This surprised her.
It had been a long time since Hermione had the opportunity to read
without any interruptions.

�Do you wish to read some more Miss Hermione?�

�No Lannie, I am hungry, and then I will go back to the
room. Do you think Severus will be back
soon?�

�I don�t know, Miss Hermione. I am sorry.�

�It�s okay Lannie.�
Hermione was hoping she had heard some news.

Hermione ate her dinner and then went back to her room.

It was close to three in the morning when Lannie Apparated
into her room.

�Miss Hermione, they are back,� she squeaked.

A smile came across her face. �Lannie, I need something special to wear for Severus, please.�

Lannie snapped her fingers and a red silk nightgown appeared
on the bed.

�It�s beautiful Lannie, thank you.�

�I hope you don�t mind me saying Miss Hermione, but you are
one of the kindest ladies here and you are also very kind with Master Snape.�

�What do you mean Lannie?�

�Master Snape has only stayed here a few times and the women
who are brought in for him are not so kind.
They usually want nothing to do with him.�

Hermione wanted to ask more questions, but she heard
footsteps coming down the hallway.

�Thank you Lannie,� she whispered. Lannie Disapparated.
Quickly, Hermione took off her dress and put the nightgown on.

Lying down on the bed, she propped herself up with pillows
and waited for him to enter.

The door flew open, and Severus swept into the room. He was wearing his Death Eater�s robes and
carrying his silver mask in his hand.
The expression on his face was of pure disgust. His face was streaked with both dirt and
blood. Under his right eye were the
beginnings of a bruise.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for her. Spotting her on the bed, he stopped in
mid-stride.

Hermione smiled and said, �Hello, Severus.�

His eyes scanned her body, noticing the red nightgown
and sneered, �How Gryffindor,� and then went into the bathroom, slamming the
door behind him.

Hermione ignored his comment and just smiled bigger. Giving him a few minutes, she heard the
water turn on in the shower. That was
her cue. Getting off the bed, she
confidently walked into the bathroom and headed into the shower. Opening the
glass shower doors, she took a moment to admire this glorious man standing in
front of her.

Severus glared at her as the hot water sprayed on his
body. He watched her slowly slide the
straps off of her shoulders, allowing the dress slide down her curves and onto
the floor. She stood before him,
wearing nothing.

He had convinced himself that last night was just a one time
occurrence, but clearly it was being continued. Severus decided to allow her to do what she pleased. He was just grateful for the company of a
woman.

Hermione stepped into the shower, closing the space between
them. Standing in front of him, she
gave him a kind and gentle smile but he continued to glare. This did not bother her as she poured some
shampoo into her hands and reached up to wash his hair. She was both surprised and relieved that he
did not object. He even leaned forward,
giving her better access. She took her
time, running her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. Her fingers came across a bump the size of a
golf ball in the back, indicating part of the results of his activities that
evening. He winced as she touched it
but did not say anything.

It was obvious he had been in quite a fight. She gently rinsed out his hair as she leaned
her body closer to his.

Taking the sponge, she lathered it up and washed his body,
beginning with his face. She carefully
washed the dirt and blood from his body.
His eyes intently followed her movements as she explored his body while
washing it. She discovered that along
with his thin, but muscular frame were also more fresh bruises and a few cuts,
but she gently washed them and placed a kiss on each one.

Dropping to her knees, she washed his legs, making her way
back to his groin. He had been hard
this entire time, but now that Hermione was attentively washing his erection,
he grew even harder.

Satisfied that he was clean, she put down the sponge and
looked up at him for a moment and then back at his erection. The water was spraying on his body, rinsing
him clean. He looked down at her to see
drops of water falling from her chin as she licked her top lip slowly.

�Hermione, don�t,� he snapped, but she didn�t listen. Instead she took the head of his erection
into her mouth and began to stroke it with her tongue. �Gods,� he hissed. Every man wanted this and he was no different in his desires, but
from the way women reacted to him, he never expected for a woman to willing
gratify him like this. Placing a hand
on the wall in front of him to support his weight, he placed his other hand on
the back of her head, encouraging her to continue.

Hermione did so, swirling her tongue around his head, she
place one hand on his sack and began squeezing him while the other hand stroked
his length. The water sprayed on his
back and ran down the front of his body.
She closed her eyes to fully enjoy this. She could hear his muffled growls and knew he too was enjoying
it.

She took him further into her mouth as her hand stroked the
base of his shaft in rhythm to her mouth bobbing back and forth. His hips gently moved with her. She let him set the pace and when he sped
up, so did she. She opened her eyes to
look at him, but all she could see was that his head was thrown back and his
breathing was deep. Taking him out of
her mouth, she kissed her way to his shaft, gently grazing the skin with her
teeth. Slowly she stroked her tongue
along its length to the ridge under the head while her hand continued to pump
him.

His speed increased and so did she. She knew he was exhausted and much to her
disappointment, he did not have the energy to last long. She was ready to pleasure him all night, but
because he had already been through quite an ordeal, she would tend to his
needs, all of his needs. She took him
back into her mouth.

Letting out a final deep moan, he released into her
mouth. She drank part of his warm fluid
while the rest ed oed out of her mouth, washed away by the spray of the water.
She continued to slowly massage him with her tongue as his orgasm
subsided. When he stopped moving, she
carefully got to her feet and looked at him.

His expression had softened, almost looking grateful, but he
did not speak a word. Hermione opened
the shower doors and stepped out.
Turning around she offered her hand.
He took it.

She took a big fluffy towel and dried him off and then
herself. He was submissive, something
she had not expected, but did not complain.
She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. He readily crawled under the covers and she
followed. Gesturing for him to roll
onto his stomach, she climbed onto his lower back to straddle him. She then began to massage him, starting with
his shoulders and making her way down his back.

At first his muscles were very tense as she ran her fingers
and hands along his skin. His skin was
pale and scarred. He had clearly been
through a lot in his lifetime, and it made her only more determined to help him
relax. Soon she felt his body give in
to her touch and presently she heard the soft snores coming from him.

Slowly getting off of him, she put her nightgown back on and
crawled under the covers with him. Together
they slept peacefully.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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When Hermione woke in the morning, she saw that Severus was
still asleep. She carefully got out of
bed and went to the bathroom to freshen herself up.

Sitting up in bed, he propped himself up with a few pillows
and waited for her to return. The
events of the past two nights had been most unanticipated, yet welcomed.

He watched her walk from the bathroom and stand at the side
of the bed. Removing her red silk
nightgown as she had done the night before, she slowly crawled onto the bed,
making her way to Severus. �Good morning,� she whispered into his ear.

Severus closed his eyes at her nearness. It took every ounce of strength not to grab
her and ravish her again. Instead he
asked, �Why?�

Hermione knew this question was soon coming. Without hesitation, she whispered, �Why do
you question a Gift Horse?�

Before Severus could reply, she moved her mouth just below
his ear and began to kiss his skin, tasting and biting her way down to his
collarbone. All Severus could do was
roll his head to the side, allowing her to continue her ministrations.

Hermione was on her hands and knees, leaning over his
body. She pressed her lips against his
skin, slowly kissing and tasting the flesh along his collarbone to his shoulder
and back to his neck. Slightly tilting
her head, she rubbed her cheek against his skin feeling the small imperfections
of scars that she could only assumed were from previous battles. She slowly and caringly caresses him with
her check, before turning and nipping his skin with her teeth.

His body leaned into her touch, into her gesture of
kindness, wanting more than anything for this to not to end, but knowing the
inevitable would eventually come, he closed his eyes. He refused to think of the future, only allowing himself to enjoy
the present.

�Touch me Severus,� she whispered.

Her whisper brought his thoughts back to her. He allowed himself to believe that there was
a plea of desire in her voice.

Sliding his hands over her waist he gently rubbed her skin,
tracing small circles, feeling her react with a slight shiver. His fingers slowly moved to the curve of her
breasts. His hands cupped her breasts
and slowly began kneading and massaging them.
He wanted more. He wanted so
much more, but again he forbid his mind to think she would want more from
him. Instead he decided to take care
of his sexual desires.

Quickly he moved his one hand to her hair. Grabbing a handful, he roughly pulled her
back, causing her entire body to respond.
Her heard her squeak as her body hit the bed.

Hermione found herself on her back as fear took over. In her mind, the conversation she had with
Lannie about some masters hurting their women came back to her. No, she thought, refusing to believe
Severus was capable of this type of behavior.

Before she could react or question his motives, he quickly
knelt over her face with his erection protruding against her lips. His knees pinned her arms down as he began
stroking himself, allowing her to watch.

Dominance, she thought. There were many mysteries about this man, but she did know one
thing � he was all about dominating others.

Looking into his eyes, she held the intense gaze he was
giving her. His look was intimidating,
almost daring her to refuse. Instead
she surprised him. The fear left her
eyes as she slowly ran her tonacroacross her bottom lip, grazing the head of
his cock in the process.

His glare remained intense as he raised one leg over her,
turning his body so that he faced away from her, yet he kept his cock at her
mouth. Leaning his weight onto his
hands and knees, lowering his shaft into her mouth while lowering his mouth to
her entrance.

Realizing he wanted to pleasure her while she pleasured him,
Hermione opened her mouth and took in the head of his cock. Her one hand moved to cup his balls, rolling
and squeezing them in her fingers while her other hand enclosed his shaft and
stroked it. Her tongue lazily drew
circles around his head, exploring the ridge.
Over and over her tongue slowly traced this ridge while her hand began
to gently drag her fingers along his length.

She was vaguely aware of him lowering himself onto his
elbows. It was difficult for him to
move into position. The power she held
over him was nothing he had ever known.
His hips jerk involuntarily every now and then. He loved that her control over him like
this, but again he forced himself to concentrate on the present, knowing it
would soon be over.

Moving his fingers to her folds, he parted them. The evidence of her arousal was apparent and
he inhaled deeply, smelling her musky scent.
Clearly her ministrations on him were affecting her body.

Guiding her legs apart, his fingers moved to her folds and
spreading them apart. Her glistening
folds were beautiful as he spread her nectar around.

His fingers moved along one side, making lazy circles while
leading toward her nub. Her nub was
hard and swollen as his fingers brushed over it, causing her hips to jerk while
a moan escaped from her. His fingers
moved to the other side and slowly made their way back down to where he
began. He dipped on finger into
her. It slid in so easy. Slowly he pulled it out, trying to find just
the spot � her hips jerked as another moan escaped. He found it, her G-spot.
Dipping his finger back into her, he began moving in a �come hither�
motion. Moving his mouth back to her
nub, his tongue stroked it in the same rhythm as his fingers. He felt her let up on her own ministrations
on him while he stroked her in both places and a smile almost spread across his
face at the control he now held over her.

Once again Hermione turned the tables by taking the head of
his cock into her mouth and aggressively sucked the pulsating head. She was rewarded with the drops of precum
releasing into her mouth. His hips
jerked forward, placing himself further into her mouth, which she opened wider
to accommodate him. Her hand continued
stroking and grazing his skin while her other hand moved to the base of his
penis and firmly squeezed.

Severus� was mercilessly sucking and stroking her nub. Her hips were making quick, jerking
movements while at the same time his finger continued stroking her G-spot. Her walls pulsed as he increased the speed
and pressure.

Both were determined to make the other release first. The moans from both became louder. Each become more determined but could no
longer hold back. Hermione let out a
cry, signaling her release was here.
Her walls gripped his finger and milked it as her nectar flooded out of
her. He in turn let out a deep moan,
thrusting his cock further into her mouth.
His warm seed gushed out of him, coating her throat. Together they
released, sharing the control.

mal>When both their orgasms subsided, he rolled off of her and
onto the bed. They were both
breathless, and both remained silent.
No thoughts entered their minds as the euphoric calmness claimed them
both physically and emotionally.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione opened her eyes to find Severus standing several
fro from her. She could smell the
steam remaining from the shower he had taken.
Sitting up, she did not bother covering herself as she silently watched
him dress. His back was to her, but
nonetheless, his fluid movements captivated her. He displayed such a high degree of self-confidence and even
though she had seen a different side to him, she was still intimidated by him.

Without facing her, he knew that she awake.

�Might I suggest you take a shower before getting dressed,
Miss Granger. We will be leaving in one
hour.� His voice was deep and stern,
indicating that his suggestion was not optional.

The �Miss Granger� part hurt, but then Hermione was aware
that the purpose for her being there was over.
She silently walked to the bathroom.
She knew he was watching her, so she took her time. She was not embarrassed by what
happened. She only regretted that it
was over.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later, Hermione found herself back in her Head
Girl�s room. Everyone assumed she had
spent the weekend in the library, and since nobody visited the library on
weekends, no one had noticed she had been gone. It was better this way; after all, who could she tell about her
weekend?

On Monday when she went to potions, she was slightly
apprehensive on how to act in front of Severus, but he solved that by
immediately belittling her in front of the others. She did not hate him, but it hurt her deeply that he had to point
out that what happened between them was in the past.

A month passed and then two until finally it happened �
Voldemort was dead. The world rejoiced
and joined in celebration that the Dark Lord was finally gone.

Once again Hermione found herself on duty at a dance, a
celebration dance, making sure the punch was not spiked and everyone was
following the rules, within reason. For
some reason she felt that they were playing slow song after slow song,
reminding her that she was one of a few who did not have that someone special
to dance with.

�No more,� she whispered to no one in particular. She stormed out of the Great Hall and onto
the grounds in search of Severus.

He was easy to find.
All she had to do was follow the path of blasted rose bushes. Hiding behind a tree, she watched him take
careful aim of each bush. He said
nothing as the white light exploded from his wand and destroyed another bush.

Stepping out from behind the tree, Hermione cleared her
throat.

Severus spun around, prepared to take points off, even if it
was from Slytherin, but seeing who it was, he closed his mouth and remained
silent.

Hermione did not want to push her luck, so she decided to
try something different.

�It�s a beautiful evening tonight.� Her eyes looked up at the clear sky and
admired the stars for a moment. Severus
just glared at her, not commenting nor moving.
�I do believe this is the nicest evening we have had all year.� Again Severus remained silent.

Hermione was relieved that he did not tell her to leave, so
she pushed her luck again. Pushing her
sleeves back, she revealed her silver bracelet, but did not touch it.

�I see you fixed your bracelet,� he finally said. There was no hint of sarcasm or harshness.

�Yes, it took a few spells, but I finally restored it.� She continued, �I received this bracelet
back in September for my birthday. It
was in a small silver box with a note that said To Hermione. It wasn�t signed.�

�Miss Granger, I don�t have time to hear about your secret
admirers.�

Ignoring him while admiring her bracelet and she continued,
�I was curious to who could have sent me such a gift. I knew it wasn�t Harry or Ron because their idea of a gift is
candy, their favorite kind of candy. I
knew that the person who sent this was special and would not reveal himself so
I thought that I would help him out. I
put a concealing charm on the bracelet so that the only two people who could
see it were the last two people who touched it.�

Her eyes flashed up to his, watching his reaction.

He paled, realizing her discovery.

�I had almost given up on finding who gave me this bracelet,
but the last time we were out here together, you grabbed me by the wrist, to
purposely seeking out my bracelet.�

She stopped talking and gently smiled at him. She wanted to make it clear that she was not
intimidating him or trying to embarrass him.

Severus never intended for her to discover that it was from
him. It was beyond reason that she
would ever belong to him, and he accepted that but not before he sent her the
gift. It was a small gesture on his
part and one that he would take to his grave.
Now that she knew, his vulnerability was exposed, something he never
permitted.

�Congratulations Miss Granger,� he sneered at her. Quickly turning, he left back to the castle
with his robes billowing behind him.

Hermione watched him leave.
She did not count on him taking off and cursed herself for thinking happily
ever after, especially when it came to Severus. Watching him disappear inside the castle, she went after him.

Hermione was fully determined that he was going to hear what
she had to say but in all honesty she did not know what it was going to
be. Walking quickly to the dungeons,
she knocked on his door.

She was not surprised that he did not answer, but she was
surprised the door was unlocked.
Letting herself into his private chambers, her eyes searched for
him. The room was dark, but when her
eyes adjusted, she saw him standing in front of the fireplace, staring at the
glowing embers. She quietly approached
him, noticing the slight movement of his head when she laid her hand on his
arm.

They were both silent for a while when he finally spoke.

�Why?� he asked just above a whisper.

Now it was her turn to be vulnerable. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly took a
breath in and released it.

�I think I�m in love with you,� she responded.

�Don�t be a fool Hermione!� he snapped, moving away from
here.

�Okay, then will you accept that I have an attraction to you
that is so intense that I feel I cannot breathe without you?�

Severus stepped back toward a chair, leaning on it with one
arm. He ran his fingers through his
hair, gripping it in his fist before letting go. He did not want to have this conversation. He refused to have this conversation. For a grown man, a teacher no less, to have
used a student as a concubine was inexcusable, but what bothered him more was
that he had no regrets. If he could do
it all again, he would. Just knowing
that he spent the time that he did in her arms was worth compromising
everything.

Hermione was sure he had never been loved before and now her
heart ached to hold him, to reassure him that he was not alone and that she
wantedlovelove him.

Placing her hand in his, she felt him lace his fingers
through hers.

Pulling him toward the chair, she softly spoke, �Please
Severus.�

He did not know if it was the warmth in her voice or the
love in her eyes, but he followed her gesture and sat down.

Still holding his hand, Hermione sat down on his lap and
pulled his arm around her waist.
Letting go of his hand, she wrapped her arm around him and leaned into
his chest.

Closing her eyes, she took in his smell and warmth. It felt so reassuring to be back in his
arms. He leaned his head down, resting
it on hers. They sat in silence,
listening to each other�s breathing.

Severus was first to break the silence. �How can I be so distraught over losing
something that never belonged to me?�

Hermione�s heart skipped a beat as she quickly sat up.

�What?� she asked without thinking.

lasslass=MsoNormal>�I have always seen you as mine, but you are not mine.�

�I want to be,� she said quickly, almost too quickly.

Her eyes met his, both showed their fear and sincerity, reassuring
the other that they were both vulnerable.

Hermione had nothing to lose. Sitting up, she claimed his mouth with hers. Severus wasted no time kissing her
back. It was a kiss that surpassed any
they had shared before because this time they held each other having expressed
all the feelings they held for each other.

She was his lifeline
and letting go of her would bring him heartache of which he never knew he was
capable of. He held her tighter, closer
to him. Even though she was his student,
ethics had nothing to do with it. He
needed her and he would do anything to keep her. She was not a prize to be won, but he couldn�t think of her as
any other way. She was his prize. For whatever he had done to win her, he did
not know, but he was not giving her up.

Pulling back just enough to speak, she whispered, �I do love
you Severus.�

He closed his and sighed.
Love was not real, at least that is what he believed, but over
the past year he had developed sinteintense feelings every time he saw her,
when he dreamt of her, when he fantasized of her, that he wanted to believe
that love is real.

Opening his eyes, he looked into her big, warm, brown
eyes. She was capable of smiling with
her eyes and now was no different. He
pulled her arm from his waist and pushed back her sleeve to reveal the
bracelet. Waving his hand across it so
that magically engraved words appeared.

Hermione,

I love you.

Severus

Hermione stared at the words, reading them again and again
in disbelief.

�The words were always there. I just never found the courage to tell you.� She looked back up at him, speechless. �I do love you, Hermione.�

It was then that they both smiled, exhibiting their own
relief for their feelings had been accepted by one another. Hermione snuggled further into his arms as
he held her securely. No more words
were exchanged. They sat in silence and
in comfort, holding each other.

THE END

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