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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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A/N: Catherine - "Will we have the honor of reading the rest of your imagination?" - I never left story unfinished in my life, so, yes - I'll lead this one to the end ;), "It is quite good so far!" - Thank you. Just be sure to read the warnings and skip the chapters that are not to your liking ;), "they drink beer, not bear ;)" - Thank you, I corrected my mistake. *blush*
WARNING: It is still quite violent and there is a rough sex in this chapter, on the verge of rape almost, so feel warned and don't read if you are not up to it.
EDIT: 12.02.2018.
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
Complicated
The Voices were louder than ever, screaming, howling…something wasn't right. They should have stopped, all of them. Instead, it was worse, ten times worse. Where did I go wrong?
‘You can’t get rid of me, never—’
Shut up!!!!
‘You are mine.’
He will save me, he has to.
‘We are going take what we can—’
Shut up! Shut up!! Everything was distorted again, voices continued to hiss and torment her. Help me, she wailed.
‘You are mine. He’s mine now, too.’
‘Shut u—’
Darkness.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Turning towards her, he walked with determination. She can’t pass through the new wards, not without him letting her. Watching her as she stood up, he stretched out his palm.
“The box, Miss Granger. Give me the box.”
She looked at him. All clarity was gone from her eyes. Her eyes, her face, her posture - all of it gave the appearance of a wild animal, trapped and dangerous. He gripped his wand tighter. She stretched out her arm and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, the other hand still clenched on the box.
“Mine,” she growled again, and he wasn't sure to what she was referring. Judging by her shattered mind, she could be proclaiming her ownership over his T-shirt. “Mine.” She hissed it again.
Jabbing the wand at her abdomen he mumbled, “Stupefy.” Encircling her with another hand, he caught her just in time to prevent her from slipping to the ground. Even in the stunned state, her grip on the box was strong. What made her so desperate? Lowering her gently, he tucked her wand into his pocket. He raised his wand, then stopped. Blast! The curse! He’d almost opened the wards before checking.
Shaking his head, he turned towards the room and cast a few spells. Only two spots glowed bright blue - her skin and his. Good I can open the wards freely… What am I thinking? We are both cursed, what can be good about that? Bloody Potter! Turning towards the door he worked for a while to fix the tears she made, rigging them to let two of them outside but no one else inside, just in case.
Taking her up in his arms, like a little child—and compared to him she was a child—he sighed. Don’t think about it now. Return to the village was much more challenging. He struggled to not drop her, while he followed her now waning tracks.
Finally, exiting the cave into the forest, he placed her on the ground, tucking his wand in his pocket next to hers. Taking her up again, he walked towards the village, at least he was hoping that he headed in the right direction.
He nearly sighed aloud some half an hour later, when the familiar sight of the fountain appeared in front of him. She didn’t seem to weigh more than a feather, but even a feather can be heavy when you carry it for too long. Her head rested on his shoulder, and to onlookers, it would look as if she were asleep. Avoiding few villagers and a very curious hotel manager, he finally reached his room. Placing her on the bed, he sighed again.
They were in trouble.
After warding the room, he stared at her for a moment. Shaking his head, he undressed her, leaving only the underwear. She still had a death-grip on the box.
Calling a soft leather pouch from his backpack, he made a mental note to thank Luna the next time he saw her. Taking a deep breath, he waved his wand, first over himself; his skin glowed blue. Another wave of his wand and a golden string floated through the air. He growled. He waved his wand towards Granger her skin lit up like a Christmas tree in a palette of blue.
“Bloody hell girl, what were you doing?”
Casting a sleeping charm before dispelling the stun, he finally managed to take the box out of her hands. Later, he would examine the blasted thing.
The curse from the box seemed petty compared to the others she’d managed to collect. He felt a heaviness in his head, but did his best to focus on the task at hand.
A few of the minor curses were easy to remove.
The following two gave him a bit of trouble, but he managed to free her from them too.
The two remaining curses were…
‘Complicated’ was an understatement. Both were attached to her magical core. Skipping the curse they shared, he focused on the other.
Luna was right - the curse had a strong hold of Granger. Starting from her arm, it had spread, leaching itself into her nervous system and tunnelling towards her magical core. He was neither equipped nor experienced enough to remove it.
Taking a soft brush and couple of small jars from his pouch, he mixed powders from three different jars with liquid from the fourth. Dipping the brush into the mix, he drew the first rune on her right ankle, and the second on her left. The same rune was written on both of her wrists.
When he turned her to her stomach, she just stirred and mumbled.
He waved his wand again, drawing a series of runes down the length of her spine. His vision was blurred. He shook his head. The magic crackled between them.
He’d felt it before, last night - it wasn't from today's curse…
Shaking the feeling off he continued to work. He placed a rune on each of her shoulder blades. Then he waited; the ink would need few moments to dry.
Using that time to take his shoes off, he flipped her over. Flicking his wand again, he watched the dark blue lines that licked her skin, making a tight ring around her head. Breathing deeply, he wrote the runes on the soft silkiness of her inner thighs. His hands itched from the need to throw away the brush and sink his teeth into her there. He shook his head.
What is wrong with me?
A low burn of desire simmered in the pit of his belly while he drew the triangle of runes around her navel. A trickle of sweat ran down his back; he was breathing in heaves. It was not the first time for him to do something similar—admittedly, Albus hadn’t been an attractive young woman—but to restrain the curse was a difficult task and it demanded a lot of strength and magical power. No matter how sexy…
Did I just proclaim Hermione Granger sexy?
… The victim was, desire shouldn’t be an issue. Straddling her stomach, he bit back the groan. This is ridiculous. Stringing the last row of runes between the valley of her breasts, he avoided, to the best of his abilities, removing the straps of her bra.
Finally, he was finished drawing runes on her body, and he briefly contemplated whether he should place the runes on her forehead as well. Deciding against it, he gently removed one curl from her face, running the pad of his thumb over her lips.
Magic sparked and he backed away fast.
Severus rushed to the bathroom, breathing out a heavy growl. He flipped the tap handle and waited for the pipes. With a rattle, they expelled a brownish goo, before clear water started to flow. He revelled in the sensation of cold water on his overheated body as his head started to clear. He groaned at the realisation.
The telephone started to buzz and he ran to the room, took the phone and returned to the bathroom.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Harry nervously tapped his leg under the table. He’d been trying to reach Snape all day, but the telephone just rang. Ron wasn’t helping the situation by pacing like a zoo animal - back and forth he went, mumbling in his chin.
“Potter… Into what did you send me?” Snape’s voice sounded distant and muffled.
“Snape, do you have her?”
“Are they returning?” Ron’s yell was too loud.
“Shut up, Ron.” He returned his attention to the headset in hand. “Sir?”
“Don’t play naïve, Potter. What the hell are you trying to pull off now?”
“I don’t understand, Sir… Is Hermione alright?”
“No, Hermione is most definitely not ‘alright’. The girl has more curses leeched to her than the Restricted Section of Hogwarts’ library.”
“Sir?” Harry felt a lump forming in his throat. Snape sounded furious.
Ron was looking at him, half scared and half ready to snatch the phone from his hands.
“How could you not notice? Either of you? Why didn’t you try to help her?”
“I don’t understand…”
“Of course you don’t Potter - it is not about you - so it’s not important.”
“What is wrong with Hermione, Sir?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. I removed all the minor curses, I placed the biggest and nastiest one under containment, but for the latest one I must wait until she wakes up.”
“Latest one?”
“Yes, Potter, the latest one. The new curse. She activated the artefact and cursed us both.”
“She did what? Why didn’t you stop her?!” Harry felt his blood run cold.
“What happened?” Ron was screaming, and he looked at his friend’s pale face.
Covering the speaker with a hand Harry whispered. “Hermione activated the curse. Both her and Snape are affected.” Ron paled and fell into a chair. “Is she… Are you going to be ok?”
“I don’t know Potter. I still haven’t had a chance to examine the artefact. It is a nasty curse - leeches to the magical core, and we will need the assistance of healers and curse breakers to get rid of it. Granger has a bigger problem, though.”
“A bigger problem, Sir?”
“Yes, you moron! The curse from Bella’s knife. The one you neglected to mention. It took strong hold in her. And at the moment I am not capable of assessing the damage it may have done.”
“Sir, you saved Dumbledore. Can you… Can you…?”
“I know you are daft Potter; you don’t have to emphasise it. If she’s stayed alive for this long, it won’t kill her now. Her mind is a different story."
“How fast can you bring her home, Sir?” Harry's stomach dropped.
“I don’t know. I have to see what kind of hell she released on us before we try to leave this forsaken place. Try to talk with your idiot friend, and find out as much as you can. I have to go and take care of Miss Granger. I’ll call you when I have more news.”
“Yes, of course, Sir. If there is anything you need—anything at all—just let me know and I’ll arrange it.” He closed the connection and stared at Ron.
“What is going on?” Ron was nearly tearing his hair off.
“Ron, did you know that Hermione was cursed by Bellatrix’s blade in the Manor?” Ron’s jaw slacked. “Neither did I. Snape says it is serious. She’ll live but her mind is… I don’t know.”
“Bloody hell.”
“On top of that, Hermione released the curse from your ‘bogus’ artefact on them.”
“But, how… She wasn’t supposed to find it.”
“Legend, Ron. We are wizards - muggles think that WE don’t exist. Where did you hear about the artefact?”
“From Bill. It is a sort of two parts curse, and it’s not very clear what it does. But… Harry, Bill told us that the first part is lost or destroyed, there are no records about it. We sent ‘Mione for the second part, which was supposed to be lost too.”
“You should have told me that, Ron."
“Bill told us that the curse can be active fully only if it’s activated in proper order, and since the first part is lost… Can't be all that bad? Can it?”
“I don’t know Ron. We will call Bill tomorrow and ask for more information. The curse is attached to their magical cores, Ron. It sounds serious to me.”
“But Snape is with her. That is good, right?”
“That is the only bit of good news, for Hermione. The way he sounded, when he returns, we will be hexed into next year.”
“I’m ok with that if he can save ‘Mione.”
“Let it go, Ron, just… Let it go.” sighed Harry. He wasn’t optimistic and after this phone call, a bad feeling started to coil in his chest. Harry was worried.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione sighed, it had been a long time since she’d felt so rested. She actually managed to sleep without nightmares plaguing her dreams. The Voices were gone - not all of them, the most nagging voice remained, but still... She felt good. Stretching like a cat, she yawned.
’You won’t make it. You are mine, he’s mine,’ crackled the voice in her head and her eyes flew open. She looked around the room.
This was not her room.
Then she saw him. He was sitting on the chair, dressed in black - black T-shirt, black baggy pants with pockets and black boots. His hair was tied at the back of his neck.
He rocked on the back legs of a rickety chair, his shoulders resting against the wall, one leg on the ground, the other one snagged to the bed. His eyes were as she remembered them from school: cold and unreadable. He was twirling the box in his hands, examining it with a grim look on his face.
“Give it back,” she growled.
He looked at her, pushed back from the wall and tossed the box to her.
“Get dressed, Miss Granger.”
Glancing down at her body she sat up in the bed.
“What did you do to me?” ‘Go to the shower, wash up!’
“They won’t be washed that easily. Do not remove the runes, Miss Granger.” His voice held a hint of threat. She climbed out of the bed, picking up her clothes.
“Don’t you think we are past that?” She questioned him over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of his raised eyebrow. “Calling me Miss Granger.”
“No, we are not. And if you attempt to approach me in - that way - again, I can assure you, Miss Granger, the tables will turn around. And you won’t like the outcome.”
That should have scared her, but it didn't. What was the point? After all, she still wasn't free. The voice was still present in her head, and it was only a matter of time before other voices return. All was lost. Maybe he couldn’t help her… NO!...
She can’t think like that, he is her last hope.
“We’ll see.” Hermione said. “I’ll go to my room now, if you don’t mind, Professor.”
“By all means, go ahead Miss Granger.”
Don’t you look so smug, you bastard.
‘He knows.’
Shut up!
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
His head was buzzing, and he felt only marginally better after he raised his mental shields. He watched her as she walked to the door and fortified his left hand. It’s always the left hand. Why?
Waiting patiently until she disappeared from his sight, he yanked at his left hand with all the strength he could muster. A dull thump then a loud swear. She appeared in the door frame.
“What the hell Snape?” She was angry.
“You, Miss Granger, have no idea what the curse does. Do you?”
“I’ve researched the bloody thing for two years, of course, I do!”
“Then try to go to your room.” She turned and he yanked his hand again. She staggered backwards
“What did you do to me?”
“I didn’t do anything. I’m afraid, Miss Granger, this is all your doing.”
“Don’t you dare play dumb with me…”
In a second he was next to her, pushing her back to the bed. With a wave of a hand, the door was locked and the room warded. His brain sizzled; the thing was eating away through his protection like the slow drip of acid. Yanking the box from her clutches, he shoved it in her face.
“May I suggest, the next time when you decide to release a curse, read first what it does.” She blinked at him, confused. She can’t read the runes. Bloody idiot! “It appears that I gave you too much credit, Miss Granger. You are not as smart as you appear to be.”
“I can understand well enough, I just thought…”
“What? That it would be fun to be chained to the ex-Death Eater? I assure you, it won’t.” Anger and need choked him - raw, almost desperate need. Her defiant gaze irked him. “And we’re going to start by discovering how much you like to be tied up.”
With one flick of the wrist, she was gliding to the top of the bed, her hands stretched, resisting the invisible bonds with no luck. He crawled above her, their eyes locked in a gaze. Magic crackled in the air. Another flick of the wrist and they were naked. She looked amazing with runes all over her body.
Fear, anger, desire, undiluted lust mixed inside him. He took a moment to sort out through the mixture of feelings - his - and hers. He pinched her nipples, hard. She hissed, but a tight coil of need pressed beneath his belly button. Grinning poisonously, he pinched her nipples again. Harder, twisting them a bit. She growled at him, but pain spread down his back as an aching need.
Well, well, little miss know-it-all. Who would’ve guess.
Her torso arched towards him. Dragging his nails down her sides, none too gently.
She continued to struggle. Gripping her hips in a lock-hold that would leave her bruised, he plunged inside her. She was just partially ready. The burn felt exquisite, the friction was marvellous. Not wanting to wait, he started pumping, snapping his hips sharply. The burn scorched him, but her velvety coating oozed and loss of the sting was almost disappointing. His rod hit her cervix and stars danced in front of his eyes, pressure whistled in his ears like a tea kettle. Angling his hips, he hit the same spot again. Another burst of stars. A few more snaps of his hips at the same spot and her entire body arched.
Grunting in the feeling of depressurizing, the floaty liberation in his head This must be how the pressure cooker feels when you open the lid.
He was nowhere near the end, so he kept pumping.
She hissed and growled at him, but pressure started to build again. His hips sped up. Flaring small fireworks down his spine, he moved in accordance to the need - unsure whose need.
His or hers? It didn’t matter.
Releasing her hips, he pinched her nipples again and she whimpered. Electric current travelled through his body, forcing his abdominal muscles to cramp. His shaft, choked by her grip. It was marvellous; so tight, so slick. He changed the angle again and suddenly - he lost his breath. His back arched as the burst of light flooded his senses.
She was a lovely arch, suspended above the bed, her shoulders stapled to the surface with the spell, her hips pinned by him, everything else was - floating. He kept slamming into her with such ferocity that his lower back throbbed. Her walls kept trembling and rippling against his member. The sensation so intense and prolonged, alternating between bliss and rising need for more. One after another, series of outbursts crashed at the back of his head. Her screams filled the room. Suddenly, the balloon popped. Her muscles tried to hold him in as her walls closed on him. In an almost violent jerk, he ripped himself out of her and climbed atop of her unloading his seed on her breasts. She whimpered. Loss ripped through the bliss like a knife. With a vile grin, he rolled next to her.
She was whimpering, but he wasn’t concerned. She was unharmed, she just - was not completely satisfied. He didn’t feel guilty about that, in fact, he basked in the knowledge that he managed to regain a small portion of the control. Women,… They are so lucky, he thought idly before he fell into a blissful slumber of post-coital lassitude.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Ringing.
Severus opened his eyes.
She was still sleeping next to him, curled into a ball, facing him. Her knees pressed to his solar plexus. His hand draped over her body.
Ringing again.
Jumping out of the bed he rifled through the pile of clothes until he reached his cell phone.
“What is going on Snape?!” Potter’s voice was too loud. “We have a riot here!”
“I can assure you, Potter, I did not organise riots from Peru.” He let the words draw out.
“Two hours ago, the clerk from the Marriage department was running through the hallways, howling how you and Hermione got married.” He laughed and Potter snapped back, “It is not a laughing matter!”
“Not married Potter - I presume the term he used was ‘bonded’. And I can see why the records would show that.”
“Bonded?” Harry sounded like he couldn’t grasp the meaning of the word.
“WHAT!!!?” The scream in the background was definitely Weasley.
He laughed again. He could imagine Weasley losing his head and Potter staring.
“Yes. Relax Potter, and tell your siren of a brother-in-law to tone it down. It is the curse, and as soon as we dispel it, the records will be cleared as well.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Oh, but Weasley does. And Miss Granger did, at least on some level. The sole nature of the curse is precisely why she avoided you two idiots for all this time.”
“What does Ron have to do with—”
“He told Miss Granger to bring the artefact to him, so they could tamper with it together. My guess is, Weasley hoped to achieve what I have the misfortune to suffer through.”
“What would that be, Sir?”
“The curse, Potter, is the type of slavery compulsion. At the moment, Miss Granger and I cannot be separated further than 15 to 20 paces.”
Potter began to argue with Weasley and he sighed. Weasley was still speaking loudly enough for him to hear their full conversation. Potter began to yell at his friend.
Severus cut into their argument. “Potter! You will have to arrange alternative means of transportation for us to get back home. She can’t travel by portkey and we can’t pass Customs like this. We need either a private plane with preferential Customs checkout or ship tickets, depending on how fast you want us back in England.”
“It will be arranged - just let me know the place and the date. I’ll talk to you later, Sir.” The connection was broken. He sighed. Idiots. Dunderheads.
This was one of the reasons he’d hated teaching. There were other reasons too, naturally, but he didn’t want to go there. Dressing slowly, he glanced at the curled, sleeping form of Hermione Granger.
Life wasn’t good anymore.
Life got complicated, so very complicated that he had no idea where to start sorting out the mess.
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