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Talk About A Good Time	By : snarkytheclown Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A quick word about this short series of vignettes: I wrote
it as taking place after the war and I was intrigued by the moral
ambiguities. I mean, the 'right side'
won, but every side commits atrocities that are later excused as necessary
evils. I wanted to examine how a person
changes when they realize that someone they've idolized is not what they
seemed�especially in the context of a wartime environment. I also wanted to explore the dynamic of two
people who have always existed in a gray area.

Please note: I don't mean to portray Dumbledore as evil�he's
not. He simply let his fear make
decisions for him and deluded himself into thinking they were right.

I warn that this and the next chapter do contain graphic
sexuality.

--Aimes

She let out a long sigh as she shifted against him. He smiled in satisfaction, fingers tangled in
her hair, her body sprawled half atop his.
Talk about a good time.

She looked up at him, eyes smoky and sated. "Why?" she asked huskily.

His smile became wry.
This was becoming their routine. "Why what, exactly?" Her eyes glittered slightly in the half light.

"Why did you save me from Malfoy? Because it�amused
you?" He could hear the dark laughter in her voice as she
asked. She had no illusions of romance
or sweetness. He watched her for a
moment, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her face. She turned to kiss his hand and suck on his
finger, eliciting a deep growl from him.

"Would it bother you if that were why?" he asked
curiously.

"No. Free is
free no matter what the reason," she said, cocking her head slightly. "I just wanted to know." She settled her chin on his chest and watched
him.

"I didn't want you to die," he replied mildly,
honestly. "And I didn't want him to
break you. Dumbledore was obscenely
stupid to throw you to the wolves as a sacrifice. But then, he was frightened of you, I
suppose," he said this partly to himself.
He had a good idea that the reason Dumbledore had let Malfoy take Hermione and had done nothing was because the
man was just a tiny bit unnerved by the raw power within her. Mixed with her impressive intellect, she was
a force to be reckoned with.

"That's why he tried to mind fuck you into thinking he
was your salvation," she said thoughtfully. "And why he let Tom Riddle turn into a
raving megalomaniacal madman when he probably could have stopped it early
on. He was afraid. Better to let the world at large get rid of
us or break us than to sully his lily white hands. Wonder if Harry realized it at the end." She trailed her hand down his arm and played
with his fingers idly. "Destructive
old bastard, wasn't he?"

"You've destroyed a few things yourself," he
pointed out. "Was it
satisfying?" She drew herself up on
her knees so she was straddling him and placed her hands on his shoulders then
leaned over to kiss him openmouthed, sucking on his tongue and groaning when
his hands moved to her hips.

"Completely," she whispered wickedly, sucking on
his ear.

He laughed, the sound rich and
true, vibrating through her.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," he
admonished. She laughed now, the sound
high and sweet.

"I know," she said, teasingly contrite. Her face sobered slightly. "It was glorious," she said in a
low, hypnotic voice. "Dumbledore
took one look at me and knew he was dead.
He tried some pathetic spiel about how he couldn't risk the order to
save me, but he knew I wasn't buying it.
I looked him in the eye when I killed him. Unfortunate casualty of war. Before he died, I told him that it wasn't
just for me. It was for all the truly
powerful witches and wizards he'd ruined in his fear of their power. For Tom Riddle, for Harry
Potter, for you, and for Draco Malfoy. No one can begin to imagine the tortures Draco endured before dying at the hands of his father. That's why I killed Lucius,
eventually. For Draco,
who was willing to turn his back on everything he'd ever been raised to believe
knowing that the other side would never take him and that his father would
destroy him." She closed her eyes
and smiled as she remembered her recent job.
"Gods it felt good to kill the hypocritical old bastard. Love is the answer, indeed. And in the end, he actually believed in
himself as the salvation of wizarding kind. It felt damn good to finish him." She snorted before opening her eyes and
gazing down at him lustfully. "Almost as good as completing our transaction."

He laughed again as he ran his hands up her sides, lingering
on her breasts, cupping them and rubbing the nipples just roughly enough to
make her arch toward him. "And Weasley?"

"I just shot him.
He wasn't even worth the time it would have taken to rub it in. He fancied himself in love with me once, you
know," she said mildly. "But
when it came down to being me or him we all know which one of us ended up in Malfoy's clutches.
He looked surprised when he saw me and almost relieved when he saw the gun. He was a foolish boy who made foolish
decisions, in the end, and regretted them.
I bet the guilt was just eating him inside," she said dryly. She leaned close to his ear again. "A lot like you were eating me a few
hours ago."

"Is that a request for a repeat performance?" he
queried, gazing up at her. His hair
fanned out across the pillow and he looked relaxed and almost happy teasing
her.

"I'll return the favor," she promised with a
seductive smile. He flipped her onto her
back and began licking and sucking his way down her body.

"I like having you at my mercy," he revealed, eyes
burning. "I like having such a
powerful witch writhing beneath me and screaming my name." He had reached her thighs and nipped at them
gently. "Making you come is the
most arousing thing I've ever done."
She moaned and he laughed, abandoning himself to his task with
enthusiasm. He teased her with his
tongue and lips and her hips bucked against him. Slowly, languidly he began tracing the curve
of her pussy with his tongue, and Hermione whimpered. He laughed softly before thrusting his tongue
into her only to moan when he felt her muscles grip his tongue. He moved up to her clit, slipping two fingers
inside her and stroking her firmly as he lightly nipped at her clit. Hermione cried out, hands clenching the
sheets. He sucked hard on her clit,
licking it simultaneously as she writhed beneath him. He felt her muscles beginning to tense as her
orgasm mounted and thrust a finger from his free hand up her anus just before
she came. Hermione screamed, coming so
hard she nearly blacked out. She went
limp, hands in his hair, eyes half closed.
He kissed her thighs once more before moving beside her, pulling her
into his arms. He kissed her lips and
she tasted herself on him.

"Delicious," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his erection pressing against
her and she smiled, sliding a hand down his body.

"I must admit, this is one of the better deals I've
made," she said with a grin.
"You're better than I ever dreamed."

He lowered himself over her, amusement and lust glowing in
his black eyes. "Indeed," he
growled as he claimed her mouth and thrust into her heat.
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