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Gift to the Potions Master
by catkasimir

Chapter 2

Hermione
was warm. She was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, nicely
seated in one of the wing chairs in front of the fire, her favourite
transfiguration book resting on her lap. She was cozy and wrapped the
blanket tighter around herself...which blanket, actually?

That
was when she opened her eyes and realized that she was lying in a
bed. She was warm and cozy and there was a mold next to her in the
mattress. Then she remembered it was not her bed she was lying in,
but that bed: Snape´s bed.

A
feeling of sickness overtook her. Where was he? Was he near? When he
came back, would he want more? How could she avoid him? She could not
flee, she could not defend herself, she was at his mercy. It was a
most despairing thought to wake up to.

She
felt aching and, "Oh my God....sticky."

It was
only natural, thinking of what they had done the night before, and
top of the list right now was getting his smell off her skin. So she
pulled herself up for a soak in the tub she had detested yesterday.
On the vanity table in the bath she found a vial filled with
something suspiciously deep blue. A piece of parchment next to it
said,

"This
is a real healing potion, Hermione. When you are in the living room,
just call out loud what you want to eat and the elves will bring it
to you. Since I plan to see more of your obedience upon my return in
the evening...",

Hermione
fumed,

"...I
decided to revoke the bann on the books. Entertain yourself while I
am absent, just keep away from the top shelf. I will know if you do
not. Prepare yourself for my return this late afternoon.

SS"

Tears
welled up in Hermione´s eyes again, but she wished them away,
deciding that she had cried often enough. She soaked in the tub and
after she had towelled, looked around for her dress. It was not where
she had left it. She tried to open the doors of the wardrobe, but
they did not move. It was like a déjà vue of the
incident with the door of the living room. The search continued, but
turned out to be fruitless. There was not a single scrap of clothing
in the entire flat.

She
just felt uncomfortable, being totally starkers, so she tried to wrap
herself in one of the towels, but it was too short to even cover her
bottom. Then she took a linen off the bed and wrapped that around her
body, several times and then over her shoulder, a lot like a sari.
There, she was covered from neck to knee and finally comfortable.

Returning
to the living room, she called out for tea and instantly a house elf
appeared and provided a pot with a steaming dark brew.

"Does
Missy want anything else?", the elf inquired.

"No,
thank you."

"Master
said you must not forget to eat. What can we bring for you to eat?"

"Thank
you, but I do not want anything", Hermione was losing her
patience.

"But
Master wants us to bring you food. Please choose, Missy, please?",
the elf´s eyes were wide as saucers.

Hermione
pittied the poor creature. It would not do to anger Snape and make
him act cruely on the poor things, would it? So she gave in.

"Okay,
then please bring me a plate of sandwiches again, will you?"

"Oh,
Missy liked the sandwiches then, did she not?", the elf´s
eyes seemed to shine.

"Yes,
they were good and I´d like to have them again.", Hermione
was glad to see the elf happy.

"Sure,
Missy. Just a moment." With a pop the elf disappeared.

A few
moments later, as Hermione had settled into the armchair near the
fire and had poured herself tea, the elf returned with another elf in
tow and a loaden sandwich plater large enough for eight people.
Hermione thanked the elves though and asked for their names. Momo was
the male´s name and his wife´s was Mimi. They were master
Snape´s personal elves, serving him for nearly fifteen years
now, she found out.

Hermione
also enquired about her dress, but Momo said they had not been given
any orders concerning her clothing. Master Snape had not told them to
give her any, so they better not gave some.

The
elf told her to call out to them, should she need anything to eat or
drink, and they would tend to her immediately. Then she was left
alone again. For nearly fifteen minutes she stared at the huge
sandwich plater before she could finally force herself to take a
single bite. The past days had taken away her appetite.

Just
when she was pondering a second bite, she heard a rapping at the
window. She could not trust her eyes when she saw Hedwig at the pane.

Hermione
flew to the window, pulling like mad at the handle, but could not
open it. However, she could see through the pane and Hedwig seemed to
be able to see through, too. That was unusual. Did Snape not put a
Dissillusioning Charm on the House? And how could Hedwig have found
her? Anyway, the window was as closed as a muggle supermarket on
Christmas Day.

"Oh
Hedwig, I cannot open the window", Hermione called out.

Hedwig,
who was sitting on the window´s ill, seemed to understand her,
then started to nibble at her leg, where a message had been attached.

"Oh
Hedwig, do not lose it, it won´t be safe here", Hermione
said, more to herself than to the bird.

Meanwhile,
the owl had opened the letter, so that it was hanging openly from her
right claw. Then Hedwig started to fly in height of Hermione´s
eyes, staying in the same spot close to the window pane like a
colibri. The letter was dangling right before Hermione´s eyes
and she could read it.

"Clever
bird", was all Hermione could say, before she fixed her eyes on
the letter.

It was
a tiny one, the size of half a handkerchief, covered in miniscule
writing. She recognised the handwriting immediately: Professor
McGonagall.

"Dear
H.,

we
know what happened to you. It is all sad and almost unbearable that
young Mr.W. is dead, but I hope to lighten up your mood by telling
you that P. is safe and under the wings of the O. I feel that I must
inform you, that it was not V.´s intention to kill P., since P.
is his last hc, we found out. P. was intended to be captivated and
held as a slave. Therefore, O. is planning for P. to corner V. and
kill him directly. However, now V. is planning to have a brew created
which can discontinue the bond between him and P., so he can finally
kill him.

We
hear that you are in the care of S., who has been commanded to make
the above mentioned.

H., as
a fellow of you gender, who is sacrificing a lot for the war, I have
to ask you to hinder or at least delay the brewing no matter what
measures you have to resort to. Any kind of sacrifice you have to
make will be of great help to P. and hence to the magical world.

In
hope you are well and receiving this message,

M."

"Oh
my God." The read had rendered Hermione breathless.

What
should she do now? She nodded to Hedwig, who seemed to be glad to be
allowed to sit again. All this flying in the same position must have
exhausted her. The bird sat on the window´s ill again and
started to pluck the letter into pieces and swallow them. Hedwig ate
the letter!

"Clever
bird", was all Hermione could say again.

Hedwig
plucked up piece after piece of the tiny letter and swallowed it
until there was nothing left. With a nod Hermione acknowledged the
achievements of the owl. Hedwig seemed to take a last glance at
Hermione, took off and after a few beats of her wings disappeared
from the view.

For
the first time in her life, Hermione found herself wishing to be able
to fly. She was badly afraid of flying, but now she wished nothing
more than to break through the glass and take off into the sky. On an
impulse she grabbed the little marble inkpot on the desk and threw it
with all her might towards the window pane. It bounced off with a
clatter but without any impact on the pane, fell to the floor and the
ink running out made a mess on the carpet.

Momo
popped up immediately with Mimi in tow.

"Missy!
Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Nothing.
The inkpot just slipped my hands. I am sorry it made such a mess on
the carpet."

"Are
you sure you are o.k.?" Now it was Mimi who seemed to be
concerned about her.

"Yes
Mimi, I am as o.k. as I can be here. I am sorry you have to clean
up."

It
took the elves just two spells to clean the carpet, refill the inkpot
and put it back on the desk.

"Does
Missy want anything else?" Momo seemed to eye the almost
untouched sandwich plater sadly.

"No,
thank you, I was just in the middle of finishing the delicious
sandwich."

Hermione
did not feel right lying to the elves, but making them sad by telling
them how she really felt would do even less. Momo and Mimi left with
a bow and she wandered the flat, only clad in her bedsheet.

Walking
always got her thinking better. The flat was not very big, so she
ended up walking around the table. Round after round she pondered the
new information Hedwig had brought her. Yes, there was this potion
involved and she seemed to be the only one able to help Harry. What
was he planning now?

Hermione
herself had had the idea to brew that potion, "Relatio
Destructere" was its name, but had given up on it, because it
was too difficult. Snape however was a Potions Master. He surely
would not fail. Maybe there was a possibility for her to keep him
from brewing and buy Harry some time?

Hermione
stopped in front of one of the shelves. Her eyes glanced over the
titles and finally rested on "Moste Potente Potions".
Luckily the tome was not on the top shelf, but on the one below the
top. She pulled it out, sat in the armchair and read about "Relatio
Destructere" for the second time in her life. It really was a
complex brew. It took only three days, which was a lot less than the
one month brewing time for Polyjuice. However, that meant even if
Hermione could screw up the potion once, the next brew could be ready
in three days more.

"Shit",
she cursed internally.

It
might not be enough time for Harry to...to do what really? Hide? Or
go over to attack Voldemort himself? How would he find him? And even
if Harry had found a way out of the mess, how would she distract
Snape?

All
the questions rotated in her mind and her head started to hurt. She
flipped through the book and found the page about Polyjuice potion.
Hermione wished herself to be back in second year at Hogwarts, when
she had set up her lab in the Girls Bathroom on the second floor. Her
batch of Polyjuice had been a success and they had been able to trick
Malfoy, though she herself had spent days in the Hospital Wing as a
cat, retching hairballs.

Snape
had seen her one evening when he brought an injured Slytherin student
to Madame Pomfrey. Hermione had faked to be sleeping, not wanting to
be on the receiving end of his scrutiny. Snape had looked at her and
patted her fury paw.

"Ambitious
little witch", she had heard him murmur before he walked away
chuckling.

Snape...who
had seemed to be the nemesis of the Golden Trio for the entire six
years at Hogwarts!

Hermione
went over all the pictures of him she had saved in her mind. Most
were of him standing in front of the class, lecturing. His voice
would travel the room like smoke. He seldomly needed to step up the
volume to keep the class quiet. One menacing glance would suffice to
render all students quiet and attentive. Hermione drifted to sleep
thinking about his introductory lecture in First Year.

"You
are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of
potion-making..."

It was
pitch dark, when Snape appeared in the room. Hermione was fully awake
the moment he apparated onto the spot between the settee and the
dining table. She kept her eyes closed however, waiting what he would
do.

Severus
had expected to find her reading, but not clad in ...

"Is
this the bed sheet?", he asked himself.

He had
thought to find her reading in the nude, maybe tucked in bed. During
the dull meetings with fellow Death Eaters today he had daydreamed
about just having to strip the sheet down her nude body and being all
over her again – a great way to start the evening. Therefore he
was not pleased to find her wrapped like a piece of Sushi.

Severus
leant down and took the book that was lying open on her lap.

"Moste
Potente Potions" it was. She had opened the page about
Polyjuice. A slight smile crossed his features upon remembering her
as a cat in the Hospital Wing. She had been a pretty little cat
though.

Just
this second Hermione chose to slowly open her eyes. She saw Snape
looming over her, holding the book and smiling. It was not one of the
cruel smiles he had given her yesterday, but a relaxed one that
softened his features just enough to make him handsome. It was
confusing to Hermione to use the words `handsome´ and `Snape´
in the same sentence.

Right
at this moment Snape caught her eyes and her confusion and Hermione
gasped in shock.

Their
gazes dueled for a while, until he clapped the book shut.

"Good
evening, Hermione", he purred.

That
sent a riple down her spine. The last time he had called her by her
first name had not turned out in her favor.

"Good
evening, Professor", she replied and received a scowl from him.

"I
do believe we have passed that level of formality, Hermione, so
please call me by my first name, too."

Snape
still stood before her and let his eyes wander over her
uninhibitedly.

Hermione
just nodded. She did not feel well under this scrutiny of his.

"How
are you feeling?" he asked.

"O.k.
I think."

"Good.
Did the elves bring you everything you needed?"

"Yes,
they were very nice", Hermione did not want to shed a bad light
on them in any way, "Except they could not help me with my
dress. Do you know where it is left?"

"Yes."

Snape
let that sink in for a moment, then stepped to the shelves and put
the book back to its place.

"Well,
would you please hand it back to me then?"

"No."

Hermione
just looked at him, speechless.

"You
will not need it, anyway, Hermione, will you?"

Hermione
felt like panicking. Snape had that look on his face again. That of a
cat playing with the mouse it has caught, just before eating it.

They
stared at each other for a moment, then he started, but Hermione had
noticed early enough to leap out of the chair and to the side before
he could trap her. She made a run for it, but Snape went after his
mouse fast. With two strides he had cornered her at the table.

He
clasped her wrists with one hand, chuckling at her struggle and small
cry of distress. His other hand tucked at the bedsheet-sari,
loosening the tight wrapping around her body.

Hermione
was mortified to feel the fabric loosen and pool at her feet. For the
second time within 24 hours she stood naked in front of Severus
Snape.

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Hermione
was horrified to see that Snape was looking her over with undisguised
lust. He held her arms high by her wrists with his left hand.

Severus
had not been able to wait to see her naked again. His daydreams had
rescued him over a dull day of Death Eater business. He reached out
with his right hand and caressed her cheek. The fearful expression in
her eyes made him sad - he did not want her to cower in fear. Lazily
he got closer to her, pressed his lips to hers. Severus tried to
enter Hermione´s mouth, but found her lips closed. His hand
traveled down her delicious curves, brushed the underside of her left
breast, flicked her nipple. She gasped and he seized the opportunity
to snake his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione
tried to protest, but only ended up answering his kiss. Snape
growled, relishing in the feeling of her tongue against his. Hermione
could hardly contain her anger at his growl. She pulled back and
snaked one arm free of his grip. With all her might she slapped him
in the face, but regretted it the next second, when she saw the
devilish glim in his eyes.

Snape
was not hurt by her slap, but was determined to pay her back. He
gripped her hard by the hips, ignoring her hands pressing against his
chest, and shoved her upon the dining table.

"No!"
she protested as Snape pressed himself against her and pushed her
hands on each side of her head.

"Whine
all you want, Hermione, you brought it on yourself." Snape
sneered.

"What?
The hell I brought on. You are an arse all by yourself and don´t
you ever expect me to accept your abuse without protest," she
spat.

"My,
my, you do show your temper, don´t you? But do not worry, I
like

you
being lively while I fuck you."

She
stopped struggling and met his gaze. Her chest was rising high with
her breaths. She considered him for a while, then he bent down to
kiss her, but she turned her head to the side.

Severus
kissed her cheek, slid his mouth over her chin and then darted out
his tongue to lick her throat. She was warm and shivering under his
body. Severus could barely restrain his desire to ravish her
thoroughly. Yet, she remained unresponsive, simply staring to the
side, not moving. Severus let go of her hands, caressed her arms and
shoulders, arrived at her breasts. He flicked her nipples and kissed
her collarbone. He remembered that she had enjoyed this in particular
last night. When he looked up to check on her, she had not moved, her
hands were still lying next to her head, she still stared towards the
wall.

„Hermione,“
he whispered, but she did not react.

He
pushed his hand between her thighs, stroked her nether lips, but she
showed no response other than closing her eyes. He pushed his finger
deeper and found her dry. He was at a loss. Last night had been
almost like his erotic dreams come true and he had planned to
continue as soon as possible. Since he had already taken her last
night, he did not think she would resist him anymore, but apparently
she was even more determined to thwart his plans of enjoying himself
with her.

„May
I assume that you will continue pretending to be a stone for as long
as I assault you?“ Snape bellowed.

Hermione
remained still. She felt him move away slightly. Maybe he had given
in? Hermione got her hopes up.

„Very
well, then you do leave me no other option than giving you the potion
again.“

Hermione´s
head snapped towards him, her eyes wide open, staring into his.

„Ah,
nice that you are reacting again. However, I will have you responding
a lot more, soon.“

With
that, Snape reached into his cloak for the potion that he kept in his
pocket, but a small soft hand settled over his and stilled his
movement. He looked at Hermione and found her eyes pleading with him.
He considered her for a moment, then pulled his hand back from his
pocket and grasped hers.

„I
take it you do not want to drink the elixir?“

She
shook her head.

He
intertwined his fingers with hers.

„Please
do not feed me that,“ she begged.

„Why,
however, not? I had the impression that you were quite enjoying
yourself, were you not?“

„No,
it was horrible. I did not know who I was or who you were and what
was going on. Most unpleasant was reclaiming normal conscience. Even
waking up from my Basilisk coma in second year had not been that
awful.“

At
those words Severus remembered her lying in the hospital wing for
weeks in her second year. Always when he had had to visit the
infirmary in those days, he had looked at the comatose little witch
and hoped for her to make it through. He had helped Professor Sprout
with the mandrakes and finally had brewed the potion that had revived
her and the other victims.

He
pondered if he should really feed her the lust potion. After all, it
was not completely what he wanted. Last night he had only gotten her
body, maybe tonight he could get the whole package, if he managed
clever enough.

„Well,
let´s summarize our situation: You do not want to take the lust
potion, but also you hold your body captive from my attentions. I,
however, plan to thoroughly ravish you and if you do not consent, I
will resort to the invigorating influence the potion has on you. It
seems we are at an impasse.“

Snape
let go of her hand, braced himself on the table, bent over her and
looked into her eyes.

Hermione
was shivering again. She could feel his breath on her face and
wondered what was to come.

„What
do you offer in exchange for me not forcing you to take the brew?“

„W...what
do you want?“ she asked although she knew the answer.

„You
are well aware of my wishes, but I will spell it out for you: I want
your compliance in all sexual matters.“

He
looked deep into her eyes. „I want you to offer yourself to me.
I want you to participate willingly in the act. If you do, I will not
force you to drink the lust potion. What do you say?“

Hermione
felt her pulse speed up. She knew that she had to chose prostituting
herself. It was the only way to keep a clear conscience and maybe
find a way to help Harry. She chewed on her lower lip.

Snape
became impatient. He raised his eyebrow.

Hermione
recognized the signs, but could not bring herself to say the words
just yet.

„Well,
since you seem unable to form a decision, I will decide for you.“

His
hand moved to his cloak pocket anew.

„Don´t!“
she cried. „I...“

„Yes?“
Snape´s eyebrow was still raised.

„I´ll
... I´ll obey you.“

There,
she had said it.

Snape
studied her face for a moment and moved his hand away from his pocket
again.

„Very
well, let´ s test your obedience. Spread your legs!“

Hermione
gasped. She had not expected him to demand something as lascivious as
this from her right away. She hesitated.

„Now,
or I will assume our deal is invalid.“ Snape sounded
aggressive.

Hermione
took a deep breath, shut her eyes and slowly spread her thighs a bit.

„Wider,“
came the direct command.

She
inhaled sharply again and obeyed.

„Open
your eyes and look at me.“

Hermione
fluttered her eyes open and met Severus´ gaze.

He
let his eyes wander from her face over her body and to the brown
curls at the junction of her thighs. He straightened his back so that
he was looming over her and had a good view.

Hermione
realized what he was looking at and was mortified.

Severus
touched her knees, let his hands wander up her thighs. They met at
her curls, played with them.

Hermione´s
skin was in goosebumps.

Severus
chuckled when he observed this. His hands danced lazily over her
stomach, then fanned her breasts delicately, met at the collarbone
and then moved to her cheeks. He held her head in his hands, lowered
his own and took possession of her mouth.

Hermione
had never experienced a kiss like this before. She felt like being
consumed by him.

His
tongue swirled in her mouth and she shyly began to answer him.

Severus
growled in appreciation at her response. He felt her hands closing
behind his neck and her body relaxing. He broke the kiss, but she
lifted her head off the table to reconnect with his lips.

They
spent some minutes just kissing like this. Severus placed her legs
around his waist and grind against her core while they snogged. That
elicited an excited moan from the little witch beneath him. He
grasped her shoulders, their lips still connected, and moved her up
to sit on the edge of the table. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and
placed her hands at his robe.

“Undress
me,” he said hoarsely.

Hermione
was a bit confused. The kisses had fired her passion. She was
surprised to admit to herself, that she was turned on. Maybe it was
not so bad to be stuck with Snape? It could have been worse, could it
not? Snape was definitely better than a Malfoy or, god forbid,
Rudolphus Lestrange. Snape was at the prime age of a man, not too bad
looking, yes, dark and edgy, but not ugly, and his kisses were pure
fire.

She
mustered all her Gryffindor braveness and pushed his robes off his
shoulders. Then she turned to his buttons, undid them, one after the
other, first those of his cloak, which she pushed off as well, then
those of his shirt, which she tugged out of his trousers. When she
had undone the last button, her hands returned to his chest, slowly
making their way under his shirt, finding the sparse hairs there and
touching the warm, surprisingly soft skin.

Severus
relished in her touch. His eyes closed and he let out a sigh when he
felt her hands ridding him of his shirt and exploring his chest,
stomach and shoulders.

Hermione
studied his face. His skin was a bit sallow, but soft. His nose was
strong, but suited his face. He´d look ridiculous if his nose
was any different. She liked his eyes. They were black and so deep
that she thought she could drown in them.

She
did not know why, but she kissed him on the lips, opening her mouth
to him. Severus did not need further invitation to take her into his
arms and ravish her mouth, feel her skin on his.

After
a few minutes he took her hands to his trousers, beckoned her to open
them. She was hesitant, but since she knew she had to do what he
wanted, she opened his belt, then the buttons of his trousers: first,
second, third and fourth button.

He
pushed his trousers down to his knees, then placed her hands on the
waistband of his black shorts.

Hermione
held Severus´ eyes, while she slowly pushed his shorts down.
She heard the fabric rustle against his legs as it fell down. Still
she held his gaze.

Severus
knew she was too shy to look at his penis. He found this so
intriguing that an actual smile crossed his face.

Hermione
was fascinated by his smile. Once again Snape appeared to be... `Oh
my gosh,...handsome!´

Snape
did not have to use Legilimency to read her thought. It bemused him
that she thought him handsome.

“Well,
you are beautiful, my dear”, he said and pulled her close.

His
tongue graced her neck and a soft bite made Hermione moan. In a three
minutes lasting kiss he made Hermione´ s knees weak and she
appreciated being seated on the table.

Severus
took her right hand and slowly guided it to his stomach. Hermione
felt the edges of his hard abdominals, dipped into his navel and then
Severus guided her lower and put her hand on his penis.

Astonished,
Hermione realized that Severus had gotten rid of his boxers without
her noticing. She suspected wandless magic, but forgot about it when
she touched Severus´ penis. Feeling the soft hardness was
unfamiliar to her, but neither disgusting nor scary. It was nice
actually. She let her fingers wander up and down his length and
finally gathered up the courage to look at what she was doing. The
sight got her staring. His penis was larger than what she had
suspected from the feeling of it. She was astonished at the thought
that this had been inside of her. Its head was a deep purple and she
cupped it with her thumb. A sharp intake of breath redirected her
attention to Severus´ face.

His
eyes were half closed and his breathing sped up. He definitely
enjoyed what she was doing to him. His hands rubbed circles on her
thighs in answer.

It
was clear to Hermione that he had watched her look at his penis.
Probably he had had a big deal of fun, she suspected and the ironic
half-smile on his lips left no doubt about it. In high spirits
Hermione licked his left nipple, hand still rubbing him, excited
about his moan, and then bit down on it. Two hands came up to her
head and buried themselves in her hair, pulling her from his chest.

Severus
bent back her head, kissed her and then let his tongue wander down
her neck to her breasts. He kissed the left one, kissed the right one
and asked,

“Are
you familiar with the concept of `quit pro quo´ ?”

Hermione
had watched The Silence of the Lambs, so she knew he would bite her
back and braced herself.

Severus
sucked in turn the nipples before him. Then he softly bit down on
one, interlacing his bite with a suckle here and there.

Hermione
gave a deep sigh and whispered, “Harder.”

“What
is the magic word?”

Severus´
piercing look made her blush crimson.

“Please.”
It was more a sigh than a word, but it made Severus oblige.

Hermione
enjoyed his rolling her nipple between his teeth and buried her hands
in his hair. She felt him rub his cock against her opening and could
not help opening her thighs more so that the contact would be
increased.

Severus
noticed this and put a hand to her nether lips, caressing them and
finding her wet for him. He slowly pushed her upper body back down
onto the table by his own weight. His hands caressed her thighs,
hooking under her knees and pulling her lower part closer to his. To
him she was a perfect fit in height, curves and the way her legs
folded around his hips. He parted her nether lips and put his cock to
her opening, then he kissed her deeply and pushed forward.

Hermione
had squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the pain, but there was
none. There was just this strange feeling of being filled. Snape
moved over her rhythmically and she fluttered her eyes open again.
Severus met her eyes while pounding into her.

“Relax,
darling.” Severus whispered to her.

Hermione
let out a long breath and commanded herself to relax. She knew it was
best to do as he willed.

At
that point Severus stopped his moves. He stayed inside her, bent down
and sucked her breasts again. He braced his right hand next to
Hermione´ s head on the table and his left wandered between her
legs.

Hermione
felt him stroking her clitoris and a very warm feeling built inside
her stomach. She let out a low moan and pulled Severus head closer to
her chest. She caressed him by combing her fingers through his fine
hair, while he did not stop to lave her breasts with his tongue.

When
Severus finally let go of her breasts, he found her eyes glazing
with lust and her breath ragged. Slowly and cautiously he started to
move again. This time Hermione seemed relaxed enough to let it happen
and let it make her lust even without the potion Also he noticed her
beginning to try and move with him. He grasped her hips and guided
her to meet his thrusts. Hermione rewarded him with an excited sigh.

She
stretched her hands over her head and completely gave herself over to
him mentally and physically.

“He
does not hurt me, like I had expected,” she thought, “And
I never thought him to be so gentle with me. It is the right thing to
oblige him. Maybe I can figure out a way to keep him from
brewing...Oh, this is so good!”

Severus
had noticed that Hermione was totally letting go of her inhibitions.
He suspected that she had debated fighting him but rationally had
concluded obliging was the more clever thing to do. Her legs were
tightening around his waist and Severus could not stop himself from
speeding up the pace. To his bemusement Hermione kept up with him.

“Always
a quick study, little Miss Know-it-all”, he mocked her.

“Always..-quick
enough...for you,...Git”, she let out in between thrusts.

The
whole absurdity of the situation ripped a laugh from Severus, a whole
hearted laugh.

“Next
time you say something like that to me, I will spank you, Miss
Granger.”

Hermione
knew he was serious about it, but was totally fascinated by his laugh
– by the young and relaxed face that seemed to have nothing to
do with the sour potions master of her school days.

“I
don´ t care. Fuck me.”

Severus
almost did not believe his ears. The little chit spurred him on.
Well, that was a favor he would grant her. He bent over her, bracing
himself on the table and started to thrust into her relentlessly. He
felt his climax advancing and the little hands that gripped onto his
scarred back and her moans of surrender did the rest for him. His
balls tightened and he stiffened while climaxing.

After
a few seconds he regained his senses and noticed that Hermione was
studying his face. He looked into the hazel eyes and wondered if she
had even come close to climax. He swore that he would make her climax
during the next few days. Often. Hermione seemed drained of energy.
Severus removed himself from her and gently pushed her a bit further
up the table. He laid his head on her chest in the valley between her
breasts and the weight of his torso onto her pelvis. Her left nipple
was right before his nose. Severus´ tongue darted out and
grazed her nipple´ s side. His reward was a content and drowsy
purr from Hermione and her hands stroking through his hair. After a
minute or two, Severus gave into sleep on the most delicious cushion
he had ever laid on.

Hermione
felt his breath even out and was delighted with having a reprieve,
however short it was. It took her only a few minutes to finally come
to a decision about what to do about Harry and the potion.

“Yes,”
she thought, “this is the right thing to do. Snape will either
swallow it or not – I have to take the risk. The only gap I
have to mind is his abilities at Legilimency. I will have to keep my
mind guarded at all times.”

Hermione
had laid out her mission for herself. She was internally convinced
that Minerva had the same planned for her. Naturally she had not
written openly about it, but the “any kind of sacrifice
you have to make will be of great help to P. and hence to the magical
world”- part was pretty clear now that she thought about it.
Hermione swore to herself that she would either be victorious or die
trying, then she gave into sleep herself.
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