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Conquest is easy. Control is not. By Florence W. Snape.

Chapter 2:

Two months had
passed since Hermione Granger and Professor Snape had signed the contract. The
light autumn breeze softly caressed the cheeks of whoever went outside. It was the
weekend so many students were playing Quidditch, enjoying the still warm sun
around the lake or simply taking long strolls around the Hogwarts ground, the
leaves dancing above their heads like butterflies.

But that was
not the case for one Hermione Granger who had grown so pale since her arrival
that she now resembled a ghost, a vampire. She was, in short, a shadow of the
woman she used to be. This odd fact (odd because Hermione had always had such
beautiful rosy cheeks) could be easily explained if we take into consideration
Severus Snape�s attitude towards work.

�Professor
Snape, the Blood-Replenishing Potion Madame Pomfrey requested is almost
complete. I was wondering, since it�s such a lovely day and Ginny is still a
student of the school, if I may be allowed to finish the rest of my essay
outside, in her company?� she had asked one afternoon, her head down in an
obedient gesture.

�I think not,
Miss Granger,� he had replied dryly, his gaze never leaving the parchment he
was correcting, �I was under the impression that you wanted this�.

�I do, sir, I
do,� she quickly had said, �and I will finish it. But I haven�t left the
dungeons since I arrived here and��

�Spare me, Miss
Granger,� he had replied, �I should have know better than to sign a contract
with a Gryffindor. I daresay, they lack the backbone
we Slytherins possess when it comes to life goals. We would never get
distracted by such mundane things as the sun,
and friends,� he had said, a look of utter disgust when pronouncing those
last three words.

Hermione
Granger had blushed and had remained silent for a while, as if trying to figure
out a way to respond to what Severus Snape had just said but no matter how much
she had tried, she had come up with nothing. Turning her back so he couldn�t
see her cry, she had continued stirring the Blood-Replenishing Potion five
times, anticlockwise, then had stopped, then again, then had stopped, then
again, then had stopped �until she made sure that �sun and friends� become no longer an issue.

It was now
another day in the dungeons and as they were cutting the ingredients for yet
another potion- a Confusing & Befuddlement Draught this time- Severus was studying Miss
Granger�s features only to realize how much she had changed in such a short
period of time: she had grown paler and skinnier, her hair was weaker and
greaser and her work robes were dirty and wrinkled.

He liked it.
Not because he found those characteristics appealing in the least- she was
slowly becoming a female version of himself, tiny nose
aside- but because they were living proof that he was breaking her. He rather
liked torturing Hermione Granger to the point of breaking her spirit. He knew
she could do better and he wasn�t her best friend- he kept it real. Plus, he
was her mentor, her master; he owned her spirit to crush at leisure. She had
granted him that privilege and he was planning to make her fully fulfil his
wishes- but not yet. She should want it. In fact, she had to want it. She had
to beg him to wish for that. Severus
smirked and with one long finger brushed Hermione�s hair away from her eyes.
She smiled and continued cutting the Levisticum officinale (lovage herb) needed
for the potion they were concocting.

�No, Miss
Granger, no!,� he said some time later with a tiny
knife in his hand. He was holding it like medi-witches
usually hold cutters, �you are cutting this herb in the wrong way. You need to
do cut it diagonally� he explained while walking slowly to where she was.

�Oh, I see,�
she said, �like this?�. She started cutting the lovage herb as diagonally as she could and focused all of
her energy on it, a frown of concentration taking over her face.

�No, no, no,�
he had whispered slowly into her ear, his pelvis touching the small of her back
so unexpectedly it made Hermione gasp for air, �it�s like this,� he explained
cutting the herb with his own small knife, his arms around her arms, embracing
her.

Hermione looked
up. She was breathing heavily and paying little attention to the cuts Professor
Snape was performing on that poor lovage herb; too
shocked to ask any questions on the subject of Potions.

�Pay attention,
Miss Granger,� he whispered softer, if that was even possible, �Are you
prepared to do it yourself?�

He was slightly
grinning when he broke physical contact. The truth was he had been dying to do
exactly that since the beginning of her apprenticeship but he had been afraid
of scaring her. Frightening Hermione Granger at an early stage would be stupid,
he kept reminding himself often. She could easily move on to other masters,
even if she, as she so eloquently put it, �wanted no one but Severus Snape to
teach her�. He had to wait enough time so as to leave her without options,
trapped in his dungeons like a mouse. A toy mouse his big snake could play
with.

So he was
smiling when he broke away from Hermione. He was smiling like he hadn�t smiled
in a while. His little act had left her flabbergasted, her mouth opening
slightly even after continuing with the task he had left her.�

Levisticum officinale had never been cut so diagonally.

That night
Severus Snape went to The Three Broomsticks for some firewhiskey. It was
Friday, after all, and after a week of cold showers thinking about Hermione
Granger and the best way to lure her into his bed, he felt he deserved a drink.
�Fill it up,� Severus ordered as he had sat on one of the very few empty
bar stools available.
He was feeling good. It had been a good a week, all in all. He had made
enormous progress that very afternoon when teaching that silly little girl how
to cut herbs diagonally. He raised his eyebrow and smiled a bit. Her reaction
had been spectacular. And he was proud of himself. Only two months ago he had
looked at himself in the mirror with despair and regret. Now, as he drank the
entire contents of the glass in one go and requested a refill, he felt grand. Powerful. Another refill. Capable of anything. Another
refill. Condemned to succeed. He was going to bed
Hermione Granger. And he couldn�t wait.
��One glass of whiskey too many, ain�t it, Professor Snape?� Madame Rosmerta jokingly asked,
smiling slightly as she wiped Severus� side of the table.
Severus smirked as he raised his head slowly but gracefully for a man in
his fourth glass of firewhiskey. He wanted to avoid all conversation with
Rosmerta; he wasn�t really fond of her.
�Right, Professor?� Rosmerta asked again louder this time, sure that the
reason behind Severus� silence was his lack of hearing.
But before Snape could actually answer, a woman�s voice pierced into his
mind forcing him to turn around.
�Pretty snobbish for a man who fainted in the middle of tavern due to an
excess of alcohol,� she said. �Madame Rosmerta asked you a question, didn�t he,
pumpkin?,�
Severus had to rub his eyes just to make sure his brain wasn�t playing
dirty tricks on him.
�Of course, Penelope� I should have known it was you. Only women of your
profession dare show their faces in such clothes at this time of the night,�
Severus retorted after a few moments of silence.
Penelope laughed, letting the red cloak that covered her shoulders slide
to the floor revealing muggle clothes, always a trigger for middle aged wizards
looking for company. Her short red dress exposed her milky white skin which,
Severus was sure, had been savoured by many men throughout her career, if one
could call it that.
�Sure you can call it a profession, Severus,� Penelope answered, as if
reading the mind of the man standing in front of her. �I make a very good
living out of it,�
�I am sure you do,� he carelessly answered, shaking his head tenderly to
side to side, ��a woman of your many talents,� he continued, grinning faintly.
�Indeed,� she whispered as she walked all the way to where he was and
sat next to him.
�God. I had to sit in the only
two consecutive empty stools in the whole place, didn�t I?� What are you looking for, Penelope?� he
enquired, too tired to play mind games. �Why are you here?�
�Nothing special brings me here, Professor Snape. I was urgently in need
of morphine,� she confessed, taking Snape�s glass in her own hand and drinking
the firewhiskey at once. �I imagine,� she continued after cleaning the alcohol
out of the corners of her mouth with her forearm, �you are here for the same
reason. A mid-life crisis, perhaps?�
Severus grinned once again as he ordered Madame Rosmerta to fill him up
with another drink.
�Not precisely,� he answered; there was enough whiskey on his breath to
make a small boy dizzy.
�It was high time you thought about your future,� she sincerely said,
serious for the first time since she had entered the Three Broomsticks.�
�The alcohol must be deceitful because I heard you talking about the
future,� he said ironically, drinking the remaining
drops of his last glass of whiskey. �There is no such place for rotten souls
like ours. We are living on borrowed time because, truth is, we
should have died a long time ago. The world would be a far better place if we
could spare people our existence.�
Penelope swallowed hard as her head dropped forward; she refused to look
at Severus in the eye because, deep down, she had the impression that the man
sitting next to her spoke words of truth and despite all appearances to the
contrary, Severus� little speeches carried a lot of moral weight in Penelope�s
mind.
They had met some twenty years ago in a not-so-pleasant gathering at
Lucius Malfoy�s manor and, together, they had joined the Dark Side when older
men with black hoods had tattooed in their skin what they represented and who
they belonged to- �just like cattle,� Severus pleasantly remembered every time
he ran into Penelope.
Had they shared love?
Of course not.
Had they shared passion and lust?
Death Eaters interact carnally with each other guided only by these
feelings.
�Are you in need of company?� she finally asked, her cheeks flushed,
�because I could keep you warm on this awfully cold night. After all, it is
only us, Severus� there is no one waiting for us to return.�
�I am afraid, dear, that I do not carry that amount of money with me and
above and beyond all things, Penelope, I am not that desperate for warmth,� he
said cynically, knowing perfectly well the effect of his words.
Even though he knew his last sentences were daggers thrusting
passionately into that middle-aged woman�s flesh, he couldn�t help but delight
in the sight of her blood curving a path of red through her milky white skin.
After all, he kept repeating to himself, he was evil by nature and fighting
oneself is a lost battle, almost helpless.
�You know you do,� she said sincerely after a moment�s silence, not
taking her eyes off the floor but grabbing Severus� wrist firmly with the aim
of preventing him from going away.
�Penelope, this is ridiculous and pointless,� he snapped while shaking
his right hand continuously. �Let me go.�
�Why are you so eager to leave? Who is waiting for you, Severus? No one, of course. What are you looking forward to the most
in the solitude of your dungeons? Reading a book on Potions, stroking your
black cat, sleeping in your cold bed, masturbating until you fall asleep? I
cannot understand your mind, Severus. I was incapable of doing so then and I
see no improvement in that department. However, my offer is, at least,
tempting.�
Severus looked down at the blond woman with fury in her eyes. How dare
she accuse him of such a thing? He definitely did not own a black cat. It was
Miss Granger who had that insufferable yellow creature as a pet. As soon as he
remembered Hermione Granger, he got an idea that would work to his advantage in
this deliberate game of seduction he was playing with Hermione Granger. After
all, Penelope was surely beautiful despite the subtle wrinkles around her eyes-
perhaps even because of that- and she looked rather desperate and alone. Why
not bed her and let Hermione Granger hear them? It would definitely give her an
idea of what to expect if they were to ever become intimate, and he hoped they
would. Moreover, it would give him a chance to study her reactions and plan the
next stage of his plan.

�Yes, very tempting indeed,� he
said, �I am truly sorry I was so rude to you just moments ago. You are right. I
am lonely and I don�t want to be anymore,�

Penelope smiled widely thinking
that last statement was directed to her. Of course she had no idea he was
actually talking about Hermione Granger. But, Severus thought as he grabbed her
by the waist and dragged her out of the Three Broomsticks,
it wouldn�t have made a difference if she did.

Once outside, with one quick
thought, they apparated outside the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

While
apprenticing for Professor Snape, Hermione Granger was to sleep in the
dungeons. Bye, bye to the airy and sunny Gryffindor Tower.
Hello to the dark and cold rooms of Slytherin House. Two months had passed but
she still found those rooms difficult to get used to.

She had no
life. She spent every waking- and now sleeping!- hour
trapped in his dungeons (not the
school dungeons, but his) preparing his potions, grading his essays, polishing his shoes. She really didn�t mind the
chores at all. Sure, they were breaking her body and she was tired all the time
but it was a good kind of tired, if such a thing is even possible. She felt
good after doing them because it balanced things out a bit: he was teaching her, she was paying him. Things were exactly like she had
planned. After all, working for free had been her suggestion in the first
place. She wondered what Professor Snape was up to with all the meaningless
chores he was giving her (when he had clearly refused in the first place) and
all the whispering in her ear while cutting herbs that afternoon.

Surely there
was something else. She wondered what it could be.

As she
wondered, she got into bed and pressed her head on her pillow, resting her mind
of all worries. But the silence didn�t last long, of course. She heard a very
loud �clap� that made her jump and then, more silence.

She sighed in
irritation. There was one thing that bothered her about living in the dungeons
more than anything: she had to endure Professor Snape�s noises all the time.
Surely, those weren�t necessarily horrible and awful noises. Just the usual:
snores, doors being slammed shut, the noise of the fire, the sound of books
falling. But, nevertheless, she felt uneasy about that small door that
separated her small bedroom from his living room. She had no idea why, though.

As she was
about to close her eyes that night, thinking of the small physical contact she
had had with Snape earlier that afternoon and what it all had meant, a loud
moan interrupted her thoughts.

She panicked, sitting
up in her bed to hear better, all her attention focused on the sound of utter
silence. For a while, there was nothing. Surely, that couldn�t have been him,
right? Could he be injured? But, why? Where had he been? Shaking her head from
all possible conclusions, she listened hard. Again, nothing.
She sighed in relief.

�Hmmm,��

�What is going
on?,� Hermione thought. Quickly getting up from her
bed and walking towards the door, she opened it slightly just to make sure he
was okay.

But, oh, it wasn�t
Severus Snape who was moaning. No, no, no. It was a woman sitting with her back
to Hermione. Her neck was bent to one side and Severus was sucking away the
flesh where her neck and shoulders met, her body trembling with desire.

Hermione gasped
for air once more- but now in a very dramatic way- and closed the door a bit
but not completely. She didn�t want to make any sounds that may alert Professor
Snape of her presence. How embarrassing that would be!

�Oh. My. God. What is Professor Snape doing?� she asked to herself,
biting her lower lip slightly, �it couldn�t possibly be��

Shaking her
head in disbelieve, she tiptoed to her bed, pressed her head on her pillow and
tried very hard to sleep.

But
he didn�t- the idea of a silencing spell was terrible off-putting somehow.

�Feel free to take off your clothes, Severus. Unless you wish to fuck me
fully clothed,� she whispered as he took a break from her neck.
�I know this speech of yours by heart now, Penelope,� Severus stated as
he removed his black leather shoes and belt. �I want you naked,�
�Of course, I should have known,� she whispered, more to herself than to
the man who was now nude from the waist up. Penelope bit her lower lip; his
back was wide and muscular with several tiny moles along his spine. �Not bad
for a man his age,� she thought with amusement as she caressed his back with
her index fingers only. She wanted to lick her way up and down, savouring the
taste of his flesh. But before she could do anything- unzip her dress, take of
his trousers, taste his cock- he spoke with the same confident tone of voice he
used in his classroom.
�I want to do it against the wall, from behind,� he commanded as he
removed his trousers magically revealing his semi erect shaft.
�I know you can do better than that, Severus,� she commented with a wide
grin on her face obviously recalling old experiences.
Severus wanted to grin as well. And yet, he couldn�t. He almost felt
pity for the human being with whom he was about to share an intimate moment. Almost. Reality
was he was too excited about the possibility of Hermione Granger listening to
this conversation, watching him almost naked, desiring him as much as he had
learnt to desire her, to think about pity and regret.
He watched as Penelope took her dress off manually and this time he did
allow himself a smile. She certainly had a gorgeous body. And that blonde hair
used to drive him insane. Of course, he was now in the market for brunettes but
Penelope would be his last indulgence.
�Come,� he ordered. And go she did. Resting her head on his chest, she
giggled while he unclasped her bra and played with her nipples- now fully erect
due to his playful caress.
He wasn�t planning on being a gentle lover to a whore. He wanted Miss
Granger to hear- to see!- what having sex with a man
like him was like and he wanted her to like it.
Grabbing her blonde hair with brutality, he pushed her against the wall
and pulled harder until the back of her head was resting on his chest, her back
arched, her ass rubbing against his erection.
��Touch it now,� he commanded
while rubbing his fully rigid member on her buttocks. He was still wearing his
underwear when she searched for Severus� stiff cock. Granted, it was an
uncomfortable position for her to work her way around his dick but he felt so
hard, warm and wet under her palms she was afraid of over-working him.
�Take it off,� he barked, not letting go of her hair.
And with a flick of her wand, his underwear was gone leaving him
completely naked ready to thrust deep inside of her. But no.
Not yet. Without turning around, she wrapped Snape�s shaft with one hand and
started stroking it rapidly, caressing the head gently until it released a few
drops of a white nectar she would be delighted to drink.
�Do not dare use your mouth on my body,� he quietly warned her as he
pulled her hair a little bit, indicating Penelope which position to assume.
With her arms fully stretched, she was now bent forward with her bottom
facing Severus� cock. For a second there, he was tempted to fuck those round
pieces of meat but he knew better. Many men had been to that place and even
though the same criteria could be used with her vagina, Severus refused to
think about it now when pleasure was so near.
Strongly enough, he thrust deep into her until the tip of his shaft hit
the end of the tunnel making her shout out of a mixed combination of pleasure
and pain. One, two, three thrusts. They were slow but
deep. Penelope moaned harder and harder every time he went back inside, but he
wasn�t really into her voice.
His head was completely turned to the right, his gaze resting on
Hermione Granger�s door. It was closed but not fully. Could she be watching all
of this? The idea aroused Severus to the point of no returning. He tried hard
to maintain his head straight for five minutes as he continued to push back and
forward into Penelope�s insides, but he couldn�t.
The idea of pure, innocent, almost virginal Miss Granger watching him
fuck this whore was too much for him to handle. He could hold his orgasm no
longer. Faintly moaning for the last time, Hogwarts� most feared Potion�s
Master exploded in Penelope, his eyes never leaving that door.
He felt dizzy and his mind was spinning, partly because of the alcohol
but also because of the mind-blowing liberation of sperm. And, of course, the
fantasy- or was it real? Severus had no idea but he pretended to find out.
�That was amazing,� she confessed. She was now sitting on the sofa and
looked like a woman who wanted to stay.
�I am afraid you cannot stay longer. Thank you for the practical
demonstration of your many talents, Penelope,� he said as he walked all the way
to where the door was and opened it for her, �Clothe yourself and leave,
please,�
Penelope�s smile turned into a scowl and pulling her dress up and her
cloak on as quickly as she could, she walked to the door.
Bending slightly, he kissed her on the cheek and handed her a small
pouch with some galleons. �Thank you,� he whispered softly.
�You are welcome, Professor. I am sure silently watching those little
girls with tiny skirts all day long must drive you insane. Next time you want
to escape from the fact that you can�t fuck one, pay me a visit,� she said out
loud, closing the door behind her.
Of course, not all students with tiny skirts could produce in Severus
what one in particular could. Smiling gently he moved his head from side to
side, as he walked towards the couch Penelope had been sitting on.
He gathered his clothes very quickly but decided to leave them off as he
walked his way towards his own bedroom.
Tum. Tum. Tum.
Could those be footsteps? Perhaps scared footsteps? Did Hermione Granger
think he was about to storm into her bedroom and fuck her senseless? What kind
of superman did she think he was?
Oh. But he was missing the point completely. She had been watching. She
had been resting her head against the wall, touching her clit furiously while
he fucked Penelope against the wall thinking of her.
�My little voyeur,� he said with a whisper. And then, another idea crept
though his mind. Oh, this was grand!
Running towards his bedroom, he opened his cupboard and started throwing
things out. He was obviously looking for something in particular. After several
tense moments of trepidation- �where could the house-elves have put it?�- he found it.

Oh. Glory.

A/N:

1). Scream with
me: �AHH!�. What an evil cliff-hanger. What was
Severus looking for? Well, you�ll find out in the next chapter- one word:
LEMONS. But please tell me, what do you think of the story so far? I know that
HG/SS fans *hate* it when Severus touches another woman but it was necessary.
You�ll thank me next chapter!

2). Many thanks
to Beth, Leigh, Cami and Melissa, my amazing Beta
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