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The Spinner's Web of Deceit	By : amethystJck Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a late Sunday evening at Grimmauld Place. Hermione was curled up in her favorite chair doing some research on methods to destroy the horcrux contained in Helga Hufflepuff's cup which was in the a cabinet in the drawing room, under lock and key. There had been some rather heavy wards placed on it to prevent Kreacher from absconding with it to his dingy little cupboard.

Seated comfortably on her shoulder, with the exception of a few curls falling loosely from her bun onto his current resting place, sat the black widow spider that was Severus in his animagus form. It was a fairly comfortable perch and if there was something he needed to get a closer look at he would spin his way down to the page and examine a passage a little more thoroughly. Of course this examination looked like he was contemplating giving her a fatal bite. Hermione had gotten quite used to doing research with him when he was in this form, thus causing her to never give the odd appearance of it a second thought.

Today, however, Ron chose to look for her in an attempt to get her to spend some time with him. Earlier that summer they had dated for about a month before Hermione dumped him for seemingly no reason. She had not done this out of a lack of caring for the ginger haired young man, she just couldn't reconcile lying to him about having sex with another man while they were in a relationship. She valued his friendship entirely too much to hurt him in that way if he were ever to discover her duplicity. Ron had begrudgingly accepted the break up because as far as he could tell there was no other male vying for her favors.

On days such as today, when he was feeling particularly lonely after visiting with Bill and Fleur, he would attempt to talk Hermione into giving their relationship another try. As he walked into the library he noticed what appeared to be an enormous black widow preparing to attack Hermione. As a bolt of red light from Ron casting a stunner knocked the former professor unconscious, Hermione looked up at him, obviously agitated.

"How dare you!" she said angrily, worried about the condition of the spider who was currently laying on its' back, eight spindly legs sticking up in the air. She needed Severus' help with this research and was rather upset that Rons' stupidity had interrupted them. Hastily she grabbed her wand. "Rennervate," she said before turning to face Ron with her eyes blazing. The revived spider scrambled up Hermiones' shirt before climbing to the top of her bun where it perched and glared at Ron savagely, its' many black eyes challenging him to try that again.

"It's a fucking spider! It was about to attack you. You should be thanking me," Ron stuttered, wondering why she was getting so bent out of shape over the welfare of a spider, and a deadly one at that. He was her hero after all, wasn't he? Instead of running, which was his first instinct, he had saved her from her would be attacker.

"It's quite simple, Ronald," she responded, shooting him one of the looks that she gave him when she felt he was being particularly thick. "This spider is vital to the destruction of the horcruxes. I, uh, need it to help me think some of these things through."

"But what if it kills you?" Ron queried, still confused over her attachment to the arachnid.

"It will do no such thing. If I thought that I were in any danger, don't you think that I would have been capable of defending myself? I'm not some vapid trollop who always needs rescuing! If that is what you are looking for, maybe it is best that I reconsidered our relationship. Why don't you go see if Lavender is still available. She might just be dimwitted enough to take you back," she said nastily, clearly irritated with Rons' poor judgment and underestimation of her abilities.

"You're absolutely mental," Ron muttered before turning around and leaving in a huff. She thought he couldn't get Lavender back did she? He would show her. She wasn't the only witch that would date him. He had options.

Leaping from Hermiones' bun and spinning his way to the floor Severus began his transformation upon reaching the ground. Warding and silencing the door after locking it, he turned and strode toward her, onyx eyes glittering. While he couldn't do anything directly to young Mister Weasley without blowing his cover, he could sate himself in the one female the boy seemed to desire most. Even more than this, he was quite sure that given the current circumstances, he could manipulate the young witch into thinking that she was in love with him. He just had to carefully play his hand and wait. Years of being a spy had taught him a certain degree of patience. He would slowly work his way past Hermiones' defenses and insinuate himself into her affections. That in itself would crush Ronald Weasley just as surely as he had attempted to crush him. 'Yes,' he thought vindictively, his lip curling, 'this just might work.'

"Severus, are you alright?" Hermione inquired concernedly. "It was horribly rude and quite stupid for Ron to do that. I'm really quite sorry-."

Her apologies were cut off by the fierce kiss that launched phase one of Severus' plan. Although he was in no way willing to alter the bargain that gave a him a young willing witch in his bed, he decided rather quickly that the best way to begin was to treat the young woman, perhaps, a little more tenderly. He would give her all of the attention that a wizard interested in pursuing a relationship would give rather than just slaking his lust and disappearing. This time when they joined, it would be all about her pleasure. Smirking to himself he began to execute his plan.

With devastating fervor he plundered her mouth, first nipping at her soft pink lips before moistly seeking entry. Her lips parted from sheer curiosity. In the months that Severus had sought satisfaction in her body, never had he kissed her. She had no idea of why he would be snogging her now, but found herself intrigued as he silkily invaded her mouth. He was actually quite a decent kisser.

Reaching his spindly fingers to her hair, he loosened the bun to release a riot of untamed curls. Working his hands through it, he slowly and methodically massaged her scalp before lowering them to wrap his arms around her.

The fact that such a dangerous, almost predatory man was showing her this gentler side of himself unwillingly aroused Hermione. Shamefully, she acknowledged to herself that she should not be responding to him before she boldly began returning his kiss. For a fiercely independent woman who seemingly followed the rules to the letter, but would aggressively create her own when she felt the need to; this illicit kiss coupled with the knowledge of what this was all leading up to gave her an intoxicating rush.

She was not supposed to be enjoying any intimate contact with this man! This was completely wrong and she knew she would regret it in the morning. Pulling back briefly, his eyes darted to hers, boring into them as he sensed her hesitation. He ran one slender finger across his lips, seeming to be deep in thought before running them over hers and resuming the kiss at a much gentler pace, having delved into her mind and found her concerns.

This was something that he would have to slowly coax her past. Choosing to worry about it at a later date, he shoved it into the recesses of his mind and concentrated all of his energy on weaving a web of sensuality around them.

Gently stroking her breast, he undid the ties that held her shirt closed, baring her pert breasts to his gaze before trailing feathery kisses to the valley between the creamy mounds. She moaned as he carefully laved each breast, leaving no part of them unattended. Unbidden, heat began pooling between her thighs.

Severus was equally affected by their contact. Had he not opted to execute his plan, he would have simply turned her around before lowering her jeans just enough for him to access the tender flesh under them. He would have lifted his robes and sunken himself into her until his lust was slaked. Firmly, he steeled himself as he realized just how close he was to doing exactly that. He had not been a successful spy these many years by acting impetuously. He had become who he was, the only double agent for the Order of the Phoenix, by carefully keeping a tight rein on his emotions.

Forgetting that the portrait of Dumbledore on occasion visited this room, neither of them noticed when the late Headmaster wandered into the frame of a portrait that must have been painted when the most Noble House of Black was at its' prime. What was his spy doing suckling the breasts of Miss Granger? Seeing her head thrown back as she moaned in response to the ministrations of the former professor, he took a seat on the sofa and settled in to see just how far this was going to go rather than interrupt the couple.

As Severus carried Hermione to the sofa corresponding with the exact same one the Headmaster sat on in his voyeuristic perch in the portrait, he gently lowered her before reaching for his wand and casting a second set of wards as he felt a warning chill run up his spine. He had no desire to be killed in the midst of love making by an annoyingly chivalrous and dunderheaded Weasley.

Returning his focus to the woman in front of him, he slowly peeled off her jeans to reveal soft thighs and her glistening sex to his gaze. Dipping his head down, he began to thoroughly explore her womanhood with his tongue. Parting the swollen petals of her femininity, he swept his tongue gently against the bud at the apex of her thighs, alternating between suckling and caressing the moist flesh with his mouth, long slender fingers and prominent nose. Slowly and expertly he coaxed her to her peak. The one thing he had learned a long time ago, before the return of the Dark Lord, in the days where he had time for a personal life was that there were many women who were willing to ignore the fact that he was not the most handsome wizard if he was able to give them a few orgasms coupled with decent conversation and most often preceded by dinner and wine.

As he manipulated Hermiones' sensitive flesh to another climax, he pulled away. Raising his robes over his head and tossing them onto the floor, he recaptured her mouth as he entered her slowly. Severus couldn't think as he felt her tight slick heat engulf him. Groaning from the effort of it, he maintained a slow deliberate pace rather than taking his pleasure quickly in the pattern that he had set during the previous months.

The jaw of the portrait Dumbledore dropped. If anyone had told him that Severus Snape, his long trusted spy and friend would be passionately making love to Hermione Granger, close friend of the boy who lived, underneath his own roof no less; he would have offered them a lemon drop before excusing himself to floo the staff at the James Thickey ward of Saint Mungos so that he could inform them of the potential patient sitting in his office.

Watching the two of them, a plan began to form in his mind. If his sarcastic friend had feelings for Miss Granger, then there was a way that their relationship could be used to further the goals of the Order. Quietly, he left the painting as he headed towards the chambers of the new Headmistress of Hogwarts.
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