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Two Sides to Every Soul	By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Sides to Every Soul
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Lucky Number 7
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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*********DISCLAIMER**********JK Rowling owns all HP
characters, locations, and spells.

A/N:� This fic is decidedly AU with an unfortunate side of NonCon, and some Dark Severus thrown in for spice.� You�ll understand why later�but, perhaps, you
already know what�s going on from Chapter 1. First one to figure it out gets a
cookie!

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Hermione Granger dug her nails into her lover�s back as he
made a subtle movement with his hips that made all of her arguments and
objections fly out the window. Yet again. Why does he have to be so damned good in
bed? she berated herself mentally.� Why she kept coming back was a mystery to all
except the two of them; he knew quite well the effect he had on her, and she
knew that such all-encompassing pleasure could not be found elsewhere�she had
looked.� Albus, Minerva, and the rest of
her former teachers that were now her colleagues could never understand that
she longed to be free of him as fiercely as she wanted him to throw her onto
his bed � or hers, it didn�t really matter � and make her feel
this�.this�.exquisite.� She had heard a
song once that summed up their entire twisted relationship in just the first
verse� �It�s like you�re a drug/ It�s like you�re a demon I can�t face down�� Yes,
he was like a drug; the kind that only death could release her from craving. �Her back arched as he began to thrust harder,
almost cruelly, inside her.

He bit her earlobe and nipped her neck almost painfully �
she�d feel it later, that she knew from experience � and he raised his head to
look down on the woman who was wrapped around him, crying for more.� She should have never let him in her Head
Girl chamber that night, never let him press her up against the wall, never let
him spread her legs and take her virginity without even asking if that was what
she wanted.� Never let him do exactly the
same thing to her once she gained her degree as professor of Arithmancy and returned to teach at Hogwarts.� She highly doubted that any other member of
the staff had been so greeted for their interview session � while waiting for
Albus to appear, he had stormed through the Floo and bent her over the
headmaster�s desk while purring �Welcome Back, Miss Granger,� in that damnably
sexy, silky voice of his.� After she had
been thoroughly plundered and began to cease struggling, he had pulled out of
her and spent himself high on her back where she couldn�t easily remove his
emissions.� Then he had tucked himself
back inside his trousers and gone back through the Floo in a billow of black
robes.� All through the interview with
Albus she had been distracted and on edge, feeling his ejaculate sliding down her back and the throbbing between her legs.

Her first day as a teacher, he had seemed to be everywhere �
in the corner of her eye, just walking around the corner, disappearing through
a door�when she was near tears from the anxiety and unease, leaning against the
stone railing on the walkway that spanned from the Keep to the Astronomy tower,
he had made another appearance.� Just as
she curled her arms around a pillar and leaned against it looking towards the
Quidditch Pitch, her robes were lifted and a hand slid between her thighs.� Her body betrayed her yet again as the
throbbing started anew and his fingers glided along her slit easily with the
lubrication she discharged.� Then, in
front of anyone who might be looking at the walkway, she felt him press his
thick cock inside her and he fucked her slowly, almost lazily, as if wanting
someone to see them.� Indeed, as
Quidditch practice broke up and the students began to veer towards the castle
straight towards them, she protested wildly.�
But instead of withdrawing, he gripped her hips and pumped strongly into
her until she was twisting and howling in release � when the students were
almost upon them, he had grunted with satisfaction and
pushed inside her one last time.� Then he
pulled out and twitched his robes over his opened trousers right as the fourth
years flew overhead.

Now he rolled her onto her stomach, ordering her to her
hands and knees; she knew that his facial expression was the same one he had
worn in all her classes with him � a mixture of disdain and disgust.� As she obeyed with shaking limbs, he
spoke.� �Spread your legs for your
master, Miss Granger.� Wider.�� Hermione shifted so that she was nearly
falling over, and felt him begin to rub his cock against her nether lips while
one big hand splayed over the small of her back.� She whimpered at the feel of his glans moving over her clitoris slowly, needing more while
at the same time wanting to run out of the room and never come back.� She hated the feelings he incited, the
delirious pleasure he gave her with his hard body, and craved it.� I hate
you, Severus Snape.

He grasped a handful of her brown curls at the nape of her
neck and, pressing down on her back, slowly bent her so that her spine was
bowed and her breasts jutted outward, shaking with each labored breath.� He turned her head so that she saw herself in
the mirror beside the bed, and let up on her back to reach down and guide himself into her.� She
stared at their reflection helplessly, seeing her mouth open in an �O� of
pleasure as he thrust deep and pulled back. Make
him forget, don�t let him do it, she silently pleaded to whoever was
listening as he worked her towards orgasm skillfully.� In the mirror she saw him behind her, skin
shining like ivory in the glow of the lamps and the curtain of black hair
falling like silken rain on his shoulders as he tossed his head back.� The roll of his head towards the mirror and
the slight narrowing of ebony eyes as he met her reflected gaze.� And the inevitable hand
sliding around and down her hips.�
�Say it.�

She pressed her lips together tightly.� She wouldn�t, she wouldn�t do it. �His fingers rubbed faster, pressed harder.

�Say it.�

Hermione�s arms gave way and her torso collapsed onto the
pillows.� �Please�� she moaned.� The knot deep inside her was vibrating madly,
he was stoking her fire with each strong thrust, each pass of his fingers, she
was so close�.

�Say it.�

It hit her like a wave slamming down on top of her, drowning
her in sensation and she couldn�t�keep�from�.screaming. �I love you!� she howled, despising him as well as herself as she shuddered into yet another orgasm provided by
Severus Snape.� He fucked her until she
was a boneless heap on the bed, then stiffened and pulsed inside her; his hair
fell forward to shield his face, but in all the times they�d�had�each other,
she�d never seen him lose control, even when she could see his face when he
climaxed.� Always the
calm, cool, collected one while she lay under him completely wrecked.� He rolled off of her and lay on his back,
breathing deeply and staring up at the ceiling.�
When she regained control of her senses enough to sigh and shift
slightly, he responded in his usual manner.

�Why are you still here?�

�Fuck you, Snape!� she spat angrily.� Though she wasn�t sure why she bothered � he
had made it quite clear that he didn�t want her around a second longer than
necessary.� Crawling to the edge of her
bed, she searched for her clothing as well as her wand so she could mend the
rips and tears in her blouse and skirt.�
After angrily searching for her scattered items (he made no move to help
her, though he did push himself up onto one elbow so he could watch her search)
she pulled them on.

�You already did. Now get out.�

She went.

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Hermione thought about it � their �relationship�, if it
could be called that, was a strictly unhealthy one.� She likened it to her favorite Muggle
television show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer�they
definitely mirrored the first stages of Buffy and Spike�s entanglement. But no
matter how she liked to watch something like that, it was another thing
entirely to be thrown head first into such a situation.

She wished she could talk with someone about this � really talk.�
But no matter who she tried to broach the subject with, they would
invariably look at her with disgusted disbelief before she�d have to smile and
say that she was joking.� Minerva and
Albus � yes, she was sure that they knew�but she was afraid that it would be a
cold day in Hades before she discussed her sex life with them.� For the first time in her life, Hermione Jane
Granger thought about giving up.� Quitting this job, leaving Hogwarts and leaving Hogwarts � and
Severus Snape � behind forever.�
Could she leave here?� Yes.� Could she leave him?� She wasn�t sure.� At least he wasn�t ravishing any other students while she remained here as his sexual plaything � any
bodily urges he had, he would immediately seek her out to sate.� And she invariably loved every moment of the
entire degrading experience.

Hermione had looked in every encyclopedia she could find, trying
to put a name to this bizarre affliction.�
She was sure it would be �masochism�, but that wasn�t it�not
really.� She hated the degradation
aspect, but craved his thickness filling her like he was a drug made
flesh.� She couldn�t leave him�and had to
get away from him.

At dinner she sat two seats away from her addiction, making
small talk with Minerva and Filius; anything to get
her mind from the tall wizard just two places down.� When the meal ended and the students filed
off to their Houses, she rose from her chair and was headed through the doors
behind the head tables when she felt him brush her back with two fingers � she
felt his touch like a brand, searing through her robes to mark her skin.� �A word if you please, Professor?� he asked
politely.� She knew what he wanted, and
it required absolutely no words.

She opened her mouth to reply when Minerva stepped
over.� �Hermione, dear � Albus would like
to speak with you,� she said to the young witch�her eyes, however, rested on
Snape in challenge.

�Of course,� Hermione murmured, and followed one former
teacher while the gaze of another bore a hole in her
back.� When they arrived at the
Headmaster�s office, Albus gestured for her to take a seat.

�Hermione, I�m afraid I must ask for your help.� Hagrid will be
leaving us at the end of term for his new job as Liason
to the Giants, for the Ministry of Magic.�
I have looked high and low for a suitable replacement, and have located
a superb candidate at Prazky Univerzita
Magie, Prague�s University of Magic.�
However, as he is still considering the post, I need someone to�give him
a nudge, if you will, in the right direction.�

Her curiosity was peaked, and she leaned forward.� �But, sir! How could
I make a difference?� And why
can�t you go and convince him?� she
questioned.

�Ah.� Well, you see, I
will be busy recruiting a new Dark Arts teacher � strange, I thought the one
year curse would cease to operate now that Voldemort�s gone � so cannot be in
two places at once.� His eyes twinkled.�
�Not that I haven�t tried.� As to
why you are my choice, I was given to
understand that you would profit the most by an extended absence,� he finished
with his trademark All-Knowing look.

She ducked her head. �Oh.�

Minerva reached over and patted her hand.� �I know you�d rather not talk about it,
dear.� You needn�t let�anyone�know of
your assignment; I�ll take care of it after you�ve gone.� It�s only two more weeks now,� she said
encouragingly.

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Those two weeks were the longest of her life � He knew
something was afoot, and did his damnedest in getting her to divulge it.� He was cruel enough to withhold orgasm from
her and did so on numerous occasions, taking his pleasure of her when it became
clear that she wouldn�t tell him.� She
finally made up a fib regarding an ailing relative in France, and
that she would have to visit over the summer holidays.� He obviously made the decision to believe her
(she had painstakingly studied Occlumency so that he wouldn�t break into her
mind) because he ceased withholding and continued to ram he into as many
climaxes as he could until she was a babbling mess.

The day before the end of term, he came to her rooms and
forced her to perform fellatio upon him � he pinned her down on the floor,
smirking at her efforts to fee herself, while he opened his trousers and thrust
himself past her lips.� Hermione struggled
to breathe as he pumped in and out of her mouth roughly,
choking her and ignoring her slaps on the sides of his legs as he sped his
movements, finally pulling out spray his semen all over her face.�

He lifted himself off of her and tucked himself back inside
his trousers after applying a cleansing spell (typically using it only on himself).� �So you
won�t get ahead of yourself while you�re visiting that �relative� of yours,� he
sneered as she sat up to wipe the mess from her face.� As he sauntered out, she realized that he
knew exactly where she was going, and the real reason
why.� She was partially in shock that he
had, in essence, raped her mouth � he had never so much as demanded such a
thing from her, and certainly wouldn�t have been caught dead reciprocating�but
that wasn�t what really bothered her.�
What ate at her was that, during all their �times� together, he hadn�t
let a single expression show� if his face contorted with pleasure during
orgasm, she�d never seen it.� He would
always look away at the critical moment; the only evidence of his enjoyment of
her was what she always had to Scourgify from her body.

Her jaw hurt, and she massaged it unthinkingly � she knew
some witches truly enjoyed fellating their partners,
but she found that hard to believe.� Why
would anyone enjoy something like that?� She finished packing and vowed that she
wouldn�t let a man touch her again, totally unaware that her negative mindset
had been completely engineered by Snape.�
What was wrong with the
wizard? It was as if he had been born without the part of him that might have
been gentle and loving, and he was only an unfeeling and brutal shell.
Troubled, she slipped into an uneasy sleep and dreamed of leaving him forever.

tbc

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I firmly believe that the real Severus Snape could easily be cured of
his snarkiness with some snuggles.� The song mentioned at the beginning of the
chapter is �Addicted�, by Kelly Clarkson (I know, I know � but it fits.)
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