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Twenty Four Hours	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10678 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so. Original Characters are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
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- 3
Hermione got off the bus and walked through the grimy streets, following a hand-drawn map that just about did its job. She was still amazed that Severus Snape had answered her request for a meeting and had even sent her a map to show how to find him, ensconced as he was in a grim terraced house in a northern Muggle town that had at one time surely relied on textiles of some sort if the broken down and abandoned mill that hugged the skyline was any sort of clue.
A huge factory churned out nonstop billowing clouds of thick grey smoke at the end of the road but Hermione had no idea what it was producing. It helped to make the place feel grimy and unloved, a feeling that grew as she walked down the deserted streets, the pavements all cracked and worn, grass and weeds growing up through the broken concrete. She was glad she wasn’t walking down here at night. She was sure that none of the streetlamps had a working bulb; they all seemed to have been smashed.
She turned the corner and walked past the factory gates, turning right again and along another road, this one smaller and even more neglected than ever, the identical brick houses looking drab and disused. To the other side was a river oozing with brackish water that moved sluggishly, both the banks and the water filled with discarded rubbish.
Hermione wrinkled her nose as she headed for the last house in the terrace. It looked no more appealing than any of the other houses she had seen on her walk here and she found it hard to imagine Severus Snape living there. To be honest, it was hard to imagine anyone living there.
She checked the number on the map against the one on the door, its aging dark green paint peeling badly, and walked towards it, lifting the dull, unpolished knocker then releasing it. She waited patiently, not hearing any sound from within. Hermione looked at the map again, wondering if she had come to the wrong place, but surely there couldn’t be two Spinner’s Ends in the town? She counted to thirty then knocked again, more loudly this time.
Slowly the door opened, just a crack to start with. A dark-haired, sallow-faced man with a large hooked nose peered suspiciously through the gap. When he recognised Hermione he opened the door wider, stepping back to allow her access to the house.
Hermione looked around her with interest and slight dismay. The door led straight into a tiny sitting room which was dark and musty with almost every inch of the walls covered with books, giving the rather claustrophobic impression of a dingy padded cell. She glanced at the old furniture – a threadbare sofa and an overused armchair standing near a rickety table.
‘If you want to sit down I’ll bring us some tea.’
Snape’s melodious voice made Hermione jump. She looked at him and nodded, noting the smirk on his lips. He was clearly enjoying her discomfort just as he always had. She watched as he left the room then moved to sit gingerly on the sofa, assuming the armchair was his.
While she waited for the ex-teacher to return, Hermione looked around the tiny room, impressed at the number of books he owned, all seemingly very old and probably a lot of them to do with Dark magic knowing what she knew of the man.
She was feeling uncomfortable and not just because the sofa was lumpy. Hermione was sure that Snape must know why she had come. She suspected he wasn’t anywhere near as reclusive as the rumours made him out to be, otherwise the owl she had sent on the off-chance would never have reached him, but she wasn’t sure of the best way to tempt him into working with her team.
Normally she would have appealed to his better nature, but after spending six years on the receiving end of his foul temper in Potions and eventually in Defence Against the Dark Arts classes too, Hermione wasn’t entirely convinced that he had one.

Severus could feel the tension in the room as he returned bearing a tray containing tea things. He knew why Hermione had sent him an owl, there could only be one reason, but he had been interested to see her, to discover how much she had changed over the years and what she had made of her life since graduating from Hogwarts.
She had held such promise at school but was far too inclined to allow her friends to take credit for things that had obviously been her idea. Her intelligence was head and shoulders above that of the two boys she had fallen in with, but instead of ditching them and reaching for the lofty heights he would have expected of her, she had held back so as not to feel alienated from her peers.
It was for this reason more than any other that Severus had found himself forever chastising her in class. He had actually not been too bothered about the fact that she was a know-it-all but he had resented the fact that she hadn’t aspired to reach the heights she was capable of. It was such a waste of her prodigious talent.
But it seemed Hermione had made some progress since he had last seen her. She had risen steadily through the ranks at the Ministry of Magic and was currently the head of a significantly important team that was working on a cure for some epidemic that had been had been devastating the wizarding world. He had heard about it from a few colleagues that he still saw occasionally. In fact, the epidemic was all that anyone ever seemed to talk about these days.
Severus had been a little surprised and rather annoyed that he hadn’t been courted for his expertise before this, but now he reflected ruefully that he may well have done, he probably just hadn’t bothered to read the letters.
Even now, nine years after he had retired from the world that had almost killed him, he still received owls several times a week soliciting his help or sending gifts in hopes that it would tempt him out of hiding and back into brewing potions or even teaching. He ignored them all, sending them back, unread, with a quiet word to the owl delivering the item telling it not to re-deliver if asked.
Severus wasn’t completely cut off from the wizarding world and he hadn’t stopped making potions either. It was just that those who used his services these days knew how to contact him and had no need for post owls, and since the work he was doing gave him sufficient money to live perfectly comfortably in the Muggle world he felt no need to re-establish himself in the wizarding one.
He had done enough and he enjoyed his privacy, something he suspected he wouldn’t get much of if he went back — being the holder of an Order of Merlin First Class award would guarantee that, even if he hadn’t actually bothered going to collect it.
Severus still wasn’t sure why he had looked at Hermione’s letter although he had recognised her handwriting the moment he saw it. She was the last person he would ever have expected to contact him and so, against his better judgement, he had accepted the letter from the owl.
The letter was formal and business-like, not really surprising — after all, he hadn’t been expecting her to want to make a social call. But now she was sitting in his lounge looking rather more attractive than he remembered her, and she was going to try to get him to do something he didn’t particularly want to do.
Still not speaking, Severus put the tray on the table. He lifted the lid of the teapot, then used a teaspoon to stir the leaves for a few seconds. Replacing the lid, he sorted out the cups and saucers, and after waiting for a few more silent minutes for the tea to brew he poured the steaming brown liquid into each cup.
‘Milk and sugar?’ he enquired.
‘Just milk, please,’ Hermione answered politely, glad that the silence had finally been broken even if it was only to talk about tea.
Severus picked up the milk jug and added a small amount to each cup, briskly stirred them with the teaspoon, then handed one of the cups to Hermione. He took his own and sat down in the armchair, watching her appraisingly.
She really was extremely attractive; certainly nothing like the bushy-haired little girl he had known at school. Hermione had grown up and it suited her, although that was probably aided by the smart grey suit she was wearing — no doubt her best — designed to make a good impression. It was expensively cut and fitted her perfectly with a tight and highly alluring skirt that rode up her legs to above her knees when she was sitting, giving the merest hint of the shapely thighs beneath.
Underneath the fitted jacket that Hermione had left open she wore a pale pink blouse in some silky material that clung enticingly to her firm breasts, unbuttoned just enough to be considered daring but without being wanton. Around her throat she wore a thin silver chain with a small pendant of some description; Severus couldn’t work out what it was without making it too obvious he was staring at her.
‘Your letter said you had something important you wanted to discuss, Miss Granger,’ he said, cutting straight to the chase.
‘Please, call me Hermione — and I hope I can call you Severus?’ she said. Hermione took a sip of her tea as Severus inclined his head in agreement. ‘I was rather surprised, yet obviously extremely pleased that you agreed to see me today.’
Hermione was studying Severus as closely as he was looking at her. He was dressed exactly as she always remembered: the smart black frock coat with its many buttons over the top of black trousers and a crisp white shirt. She couldn’t help wondering whether he always dressed like this or had done it purely because she was here. Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him lounging around in jeans and t-shirt, although surely he must take the jacket off sometimes, mustn’t he?
She had expected him to look older, too; but if anything, without the stress that he had been under from living his double life he looked younger, much less lined in the face and without the tension that had seemed to infuse his entire body during his time at Hogwarts. Retirement obviously suited Severus, and for a moment she felt a pang of guilt that she was going to try to wrest him away from this and back into work.
‘I have to admit that I usually ignore the owls that come my way, but I recognised your handwriting and was interested to see why you wanted to talk to me so badly,’ Severus admitted. ‘I understand that you work for the Ministry of Magic now.’
Hermione nodded. ‘It’s a special team put together in conjunction with St Mungo’s to research and find a cure for this epidemic that’s been sweeping through our world. I don’t know how much you keep up with the news and whether you know anything about it?’
Severus inclined his head as a small smile graced his lips. ‘Obviously I don’t know all the intricacies of what it entails but I think I’m relatively well informed. I do still have some contact with the wizarding world and the epidemic does appear to be uppermost in everyone’s mind at the moment.’
‘That’s because it’s an insidious disease which has killed many people and left those lucky enough to survive it seriously ill and no longer able to do magic,’ Hermione told him gravely. ‘There are four other teams around the world working on the problem too; I was fortunate enough to be asked to head up the UK’s team. It’s been interesting work but ultimately incredibly frustrating. Every time we think we’ve found a solution the virus either mutates or something goes wrong and we’re back at square one.’
‘So how long have you been working on this cure?’ Severus asked.
He was a little surprised to discover that he was rather more interested than he had anticipated being at this stage — he had half expected to send Hermione away almost immediately with a flea in her ear, although to be fair, he was enjoying looking at her legs and wondering whether she was wearing stockings under the skirt as he continued to sip his tea.
Hermione took another sip of hers before answering. ‘It’ll be two years and two months next week. The thing is, the money’s running out. No one is prepared to give us extra funding because we’re not finding a cure. I’m not sure what they think they’re going to do instead, but we’ve reached a real do-or-die situation.’ She swallowed nervously. ‘And that’s why I need to talk to you, Severus. We could really do with your expertise. I know you’ve retired and I’m sure you’re not eager to get back into the rat race, but you really could be the vital link we need to crack this. That’s why I asked to see you. I’m really hoping you’ll consider helping us.’
‘And why do you think I should do that?’ Severus asked forthrightly.
Hermione stared at him for a moment a little shocked at the bluntness of the question. She had expected it, of course, although maybe not quite so plainly put and so early on in the conversation, and for a moment it put her off-kilter.
It was a question she had asked herself many times while waiting to meet him, knowing he was going to require her to make a case for why he should put himself back in the spotlight, as his joining the team undoubtedly would do, and she still wasn’t sure she had a reasonable answer. Saying that they needed him didn’t seem to be enough, yet she had already mentioned his expertise and he seemed to be ignoring that.
When Hermione had considered it previously she had worked out an impassioned plea that drew on his humanity and guilt to make him feel bound to help, but now that she was sitting in the same room with the snarky ex-Potions Master she remembered how little humanity he seemed to have. All the arguments she had expected to sway him with tumbled away like dead leaves from a tree in autumn and she suddenly found herself unable to think of a way to express eloquently what she wanted to say to him.
Severus smiled maliciously as he watched Hermione flounder at his question. No doubt she had expected him to agree just because of the high fatality rate, thinking he would feel duty-bound to help find a cure — but that was never going to happen. Why should he care about a world that had never cared about him? But now he could see all sorts of possibilities opening up and Severus realised he could have lots of fun with the lovely Hermione.
It would be interesting to see just how far she was willing to go to get his help; if he played it right that would be a very long way. A little part of him knew he was being unfair to Hermione, but then no one had ever said he was a fair man or even a nice one. He had always been a chancer, whether it led to good or bad, and now he was being given the sort of opportunity he hadn’t had for years. This game was going to be an interesting one to initiate and could potentially be immensely pleasurable as, hopefully, would be the outcome.
Now he thought about it seriously, Severus was actually interested in helping Hermione and her team with the research. It would give him something to do that would be challenging for a change because, if he was honest, he did get a little bored sometimes. In the past he had always relished a challenge, and trying to find a way to beat this virus everyone was so worried about would definitely give him that.
But he had no intention of letting Hermione know he was interested and he also had no intention of allowing himself to be bought cheaply. If Hermione was serious in her intent to employ him and she played his game sufficiently well then he would accede to her request; otherwise she would go away empty-handed. He was hopeful that the fear of failure would be enough to make Hermione play the game as he really could do with the entertainment.
‘Well, at least you’re sensible enough not to try guilt-tripping me into helping you, Hermione,’ Severus said when she didn’t reply to his question. ‘I would have thrown you out immediately if you’d tried that.’
‘So you don’t care that people are dying, then?’ Hermione asked quietly. She was wondering what she could say that would get him to agree to help if he really didn’t care what was happening to his fellow wizards.
‘I didn’t say that. I just don’t think using those deaths to make someone feel guilty is the way to go about getting them to help, especially when the project is likely to be cancelled soon anyway.’
‘But it wouldn’t be cancelled if you joined us,’ Hermione admitted.
Severus noticed she had gone slightly pink as if embarrassed. He stared at her enquiringly.
‘If the Minister for Magic knew you were working with us he would give us the time and money we need, I know he would.’
Severus understood now why Hermione was embarrassed. She had obviously been told that no more money was forthcoming unless she managed to get him to join the team.
‘But that’s not the only reason we want you,’ Hermione added quickly, realising she had made it sound like they only wanted him so they could get the funding. ‘You are such a brilliant potion maker, Severus, and you’re the most skilled wizard I’ll ever meet. Your help would be invaluable and I’m sure with you working with us we would be successful. You can give us insights that we’ve not even considered, especially as you’re coming to it completely cold. Please . . . we need you.’
Severus stared at Hermione for a moment gauging her sincerity. She certainly didn’t seem to be faking her desire for him to join her and there was no hint of sarcasm when she mentioned his skills as a wizard either.
‘And if I do decide to help you what would I get out of it?’ Severus asked.
‘We can pay you a consultancy fee which should hopefully make up for any loss of earnings while you’re working with us. You will, of course, have full access to our laboratories and to the team, should you want to use them, plus all the data the other teams across the world have collected,’ Hermione informed him hopefully.
Her heart was beating more rapidly now. Was Severus actually considering it?
‘But what would I get out of it? Severus repeated.
Hermione frowned. ‘I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking, Severus.’
Severus surveyed her as if she was an idiot. ‘It’s quite simple, Hermione. What benefit do I derive personally from doing this? The money means nothing to me. I have more than sufficient for my needs and I have no desire to be drawn back into the wizarding world with all its problems. I left them behind years ago. So I ask again, what would I get out of it?’
Hermione felt her heart sink at Severus’ words knowing she had nothing to offer that he would likely want. As she had suspected all along, this had been a wasted journey and she would have to go back to her team and admit that she had failed.
‘How badly do you want me to join your team, Hermione?’ Severus asked suddenly.
He had seen her deflate at his last question and knew she was close to giving up. That wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Hermione’s eyes met his and Severus saw they were glistening, almost as if they had tears in them.
‘More than anything in the world,’ she admitted quietly. ‘I just don’t know what to say to you to get you to agree.’
There was a sudden vulnerability to Hermione that hadn’t been there before, a slight desperation to do anything she could to make him agree to help. It made Severus feel more powerful than he had for years and it made the desire he already felt for the beautiful woman in front of him flare. For a few seconds he considered what he was going to do, wondering whether it would ruin everything, but if he didn’t take the chance he would never know.
‘I will agree to join your team as a consultant, Hermione, on the terms you mentioned previously. But in addition, I want you to give yourself to me completely for twenty-four hours,’ Severus said slowly, without a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hermione stared at him in shock. ‘You want me to—’
‘Give yourself to me. Yes,’ Severus said, finishing Hermione’s sentence as she continued to stare at him in disbelief. ‘Completely and without any complaint for twenty-four hours.’
‘It’s not possible,’ Hermione told him. ‘I couldn’t get away for twenty-four hours even if I wanted to.’
‘Why’s that?’ Severus asked curiously.
‘Because despite me working long hours my husband still expects me to go home to him at night,’ Hermione explained.
‘You got married then,’ Severus retorted sounding faintly disgusted. ‘Please tell me that at least you didn’t saddle yourself with Weasley.’
‘For your information, he’s now a very highly regarded Auror, just as Harry is,’ Hermione said, bristling at the criticism of her husband.
‘That’s not really difficult to achieve, though, is it?’ Severus replied dismissively. ‘You don’t need any brains to be an Auror. In fact, I’d say they were a distinct disadvantage sometimes.’
‘He’s not stupid, whatever you always thought,’ Hermione retorted, points of red in her cheeks as she railed against Severus.
He retaliated immediately. ‘Well, I’d have to disagree with that, having seen him in action for six years, although I think his worst failing was holding you back and stopping you from achieving your potential.’
‘He didn’t hold me back,’ Hermione snapped. ‘I don’t think heading up this team could be called not achieving my potential, and Ron’s always been extremely supportive of me. He understands how important my work is.’
‘In that case he would surely understand the need for you to take twenty-four hours away from home to ensure the continuation of your project. You don’t need to tell him what you’re doing,’ Severus pointed out.
Hermione glared at him. ‘Maybe he would but it’s not going to happen. I would dearly love you to come and work with us, Severus, but I’m not willing to prostitute myself to make it happen.’
‘Then under the circumstances I don’t think we have much else to discuss, do we?’
Severus scowled at Hermione, daring her to speak.
Hermione returned the look in disbelief then dropped her gaze to look at the now empty cup on her lap, uncomfortable under Severus’ continuing glare. She knew she should leave as she wasn’t going to be able to convince him and she wasn’t willing to consider what he wanted from her, but she couldn’t help making one last plea.
‘I can’t believe we have a chance to potentially stop the deaths of thousands of people and you’re refusing to help,’ she said unhappily.
Severus stood up and wandered towards one of the bookcases as if to show he was busy and didn’t need Hermione ruining his day. He made her wait for a couple of long and uncomfortable minutes as he perused the shelf. Eventually, when the silence had become almost completely unbearable, he turned and replied to her.
‘I’m not refusing to help, Hermione. I’ve just specified my requirements for joining you. If you choose not to uphold them it’s not my fault. If you’re going to lay the blame anywhere I suggest you take a look at yourself first.’
‘Are you surprised that I refused you?’ Hermione asked indignantly.
‘I would have thought that if you really were as interested in this project succeeding as much as you assert you are then you would be willing to make such a small sacrifice. I’m not really asking for that much,’ Severus drawled.
‘You want me to cheat on my husband,’ Hermione said, trying to stop her voice from breaking as tears threatened. ‘Perhaps it doesn’t mean that much to you, Severus, but it’s a huge deal for me. And I can’t believe you’ve really got the gall to ask for it.’
‘Those are my terms, Hermione. Take it or leave it,’ Severus said dismissively. He turned back to the bookcase, selecting a book from the shelf and opening it to look inside, effectively dismissing her. Looking back at Hermione for a moment, he indicated the door. ‘Close the door on your way out, please.’
Hermione stayed where she was, trying to decide what to do next. What Severus was suggesting was virtually blackmail, but did she really have any other choice? The project would come to nothing and would be terminated within weeks without his contribution, the hopes of both her team and the other teams around the world dashed because of his selfishness. All the work she and others had done, everything they had achieved so far, would be completely wasted and there would still be no hope of a cure.
She was furious with her ex-teacher for his attitude and for the disappointment her team would feel when she revealed his refusal to assist in their research now he had made it crystal clear he had no intention of helping voluntarily. But what he was asking of her in exchange for his help was just so repugnant and amounted to nothing more than blackmail.
‘Still here, Hermione?’ Severus asked. He turned back to look at her, the book still in his hand. His voice was colder as he added, ‘Just go away and stop wasting my time.’
‘I always thought there must be a little shred of decency inside you somewhere,’ Hermione said. ‘But there really isn’t, is there? You’re just a complete and utter bastard.’
Severus laughed bitterly. ‘I just have no desire to waste my time on a hopeless cause, Hermione. If you’re not completely dedicated to the project, why should I be? You expect me to drop everything at a moment’s notice and give up my well-earned solitude to collaborate with you on what is, let’s face it, a failing project. What on earth makes you think I should do that without something worth my while as recompense?’
‘Isn’t the glory of finding the cure enough?’ Hermione asked heatedly. ‘You’ll be famous throughout the wizarding world forever.’
‘What do I care for fame and glory?’ Severus retorted, his voice icy. ‘That’s never been a motivating force for me.’
Hermione immediately cursed herself for being so stupid. She already knew fame wasn’t the way to convince her old teacher to join her but in her anger she had mentioned it without thinking. After everything Severus had done to help Harry during the war, even almost dying in the process, he had never once asked for any recognition.
It was patently obvious that he wasn’t going to be swayed by the chance of making history. He had even gone as far as leaving the wizarding world and spent the last nine years completely alone to ensure his anonymity, so maybe his request made more sense if she thought about it less emotionally.
He was obviously lonely and thought that a night spent with her would give him something he was missing from his life. That didn’t mean he wanted her particularly. Maybe the same request would have been made of any female to ask for his help, she was just the one who had asked first. But that thought didn’t make the request any more palatable. Nor did it make it right.
Hermione thought again of what Severus wanted from her and then thought of Ron. If he ever found out about it he would never forgive her and, without a doubt, their marriage would be over. It would be bad enough that she had been unfaithful to him but his hatred of Severus was still so strong, even after all these years, that he would see her choice as an even greater betrayal than the act itself.
I’m so sorry, Ron, she thought sadly, but I really don’t have any choice.
‘Still haven’t left?’ Severus asked. His voice sounded more amused now. ‘Perhaps you have more gumption than I gave you credit for, Hermione.’
She stood up and walked over to join the ex-Potions Master.
‘We really need your expertise on this, Severus. Without you the project will definitely fail and that would be a waste of so much hard work by so many dedicated people,’ Hermione told him honestly. She looked at the ugly man intently as if seeing him properly for the first time. ‘If Ron finds out—’
She stopped speaking, her eyes dropping slightly, unable to say anything more.
‘Are you going to tell him, then?’ Severus asked seriously. Hermione gave a small shake of her head. ‘Well, I certainly have no intention of talking to Weasley at any time in the future, and as I’m sure you’re aware I am an intensely private man.’
Hermione swallowed, trying to ignore the sick feeling roiling around her stomach. ‘Then it appears I have no choice, Severus. In order to get you to help us, I have to accept your terms.’
Severus smiled like a shark. It made Hermione shiver. ‘I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense, Hermione, although I want us to be absolutely clear on what it is you are agreeing to. I would hate for there to be any misunderstanding on that score.’
‘You want me to have sex with you,’ Hermione stated unhappily. She wrapped her arms around her body as if to comfort herself. ‘Twenty-four hours with you. I know.’
‘That wasn’t exactly what I specified,’ Severus answered coolly. ‘What I told you was that I want you to give yourself to me completely for twenty-four hours. Whilst it will undoubtedly include sexual intimacy you should be aware that I desire far more than that from you. Consider carefully before you accept my offer as I need you to be sure that you know exactly what it is that you’re agreeing to so there are no arguments later.’
Hermione gave a small and extremely bitter laugh. ‘And yet you said it was a small sacrifice. It doesn’t sound that small to me.’
Severus smirked and shrugged uncaringly. ‘Perhaps I understated it a little. But the fact remains that you need my help and there is only one way you’re going to get it. Perhaps you should go away and think the offer over before you make a final decision.’
But Hermione knew that regardless of what was involved she had no choice but to accept. If she went away without agreeing to Severus’ demand she knew she would never be able to go through with it and then the project would be doomed, all thanks to her.
‘I don’t need to think about it. You’ve left me with absolutely no choice, Severus.’
‘It’s only twenty-four hours,’ he told her soothingly, as if that would make her feel better.
‘Twenty-four hours that I shouldn’t be spending with you,’ Hermione reminded him tersely. ‘Twenty-four hours that could end my marriage.’
‘Do you have any children?’ Severus asked suddenly.
Hermione looked at him in surprise. Did he actually have some compassion after all? Was he perhaps worried about what damage he might be doing to her marriage if she had a family?
She shook her head. ‘No, not yet. I’ve been so busy with the project I haven’t really had time to consider pregnancy. Obviously I’m hoping in the future, though—’
‘Good, that means your cunt will still be tight,’ he said, cutting her off.
Hermione stared at him with her mouth open in shock. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. How on earth had she ever thought he was in any way capable of compassion? The man was the bastard of all bastards.
‘Once you have a baby your cunt loses its tone, meaning there would be less feeling for both of us,’ Severus explained, his face as expressionless as his voice. ‘More than one and it’s not going to touch the sides. But assuming you’re not in the habit of regularly fucking an extraordinarily large cock you should still be sufficiently tight, at least enough not to have to rely too heavily on anal sex.’
‘I’m not having anal sex with you,’ Hermione retorted, completely appalled at the thought.
Severus laughed darkly and when he spoke, this time, his voice contained the nasty sardonic edge that Hermione remembered from school.
‘Really? I’m sure I heard you agree to my terms just a few minutes ago. Have you changed your mind again?’
‘I didn’t expect—’ Hermione blustered— ‘you never said anything about—’
Severus cut her off with a curt laugh. ‘I told you that you would be doing whatever I want you to do. I also told you to consider carefully what this could entail and I made no secret of the fact I was including sexual activity in that. What do you want, Hermione? A prescriptive list of everything I intend to do?’
Hermione shook her head again, sadly. ‘I’ve never even done that with Ron,’ she admitted. ‘It’s not something I want to do.’
He looked at her interestedly. ‘Why not? Perhaps you’ll enjoy it.’ Hermione shook her head even more as he added, ‘How do you know if you’ve never tried it?’
‘I don’t want to try it,’ Hermione said, sounding upset.
Severus shrugged. ‘Then we are back to where we started,’ he said. ‘Close the door on your way out.’
Hermione flushed at the dismissive tone of his voice, almost as if she had been slapped by the rebuke. She could feel tears prickling in her eyes again and quickly blinked to get rid of them. She wanted to leave, to go and never see this disgusting, manipulating bastard ever again but she couldn’t; the project demanded that she stay.
‘Severus, please,’ Hermione pleaded. Her voice was quivering as the tears welled again. ‘Can’t we reach a compromise on this?’
He snorted with laughter. ‘A compromise? No! You do as I want, including the anal sex, or you leave me alone and never bother me about this infernal project ever again. Now make your decision, Hermione. I’m getting fed up with talking about it.’
‘You’re blackmailing me,’ Hermione said quietly as a tear finally escaped and slid down her face. She hurriedly wiped it away with her finger. ‘You know I have no choice. But if you make me do this when I don’t want to then it’s tantamount to you raping me.’
Severus gave a loud sigh as he stared witheringly at her. ‘Don’t be so melodramatic, Hermione. You are perfectly free to leave and I am not making you do anything. As I said before, it has to be your choice. Quite clearly the proposition is distressing you too much for you to seriously consider it as a viable option, so I think it's best you leave and we’ll just forget all about it.’
‘But—’
‘No, not another word, Hermione. Please, just go.’
‘Severus—’
‘I’m not interested,’ Severus said tartly. ‘You have made your feelings on the subject more than transparent.’ He walked over to the front door and opened it. ‘Good luck for your future, Hermione.’
Hermione picked up her handbag and walked slowly towards the door. Such total rejection hurt, but she couldn’t stay now. She needed to be away from this evil man who had just ruined her dreams and everything she and so many others had worked so hard for over the last two years.
Severus didn’t say anything further to her, just held open the door as she walked out of the house, a slight smirk on his face that made her fume silently with anger, as she fought the urge to slap him.
Hermione didn’t look back as she walked down the road, hearing the door slam shut behind her.
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