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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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Hermione sat watching the man sleep. After he had passed out, she eased him to a prone position and covered him with a blanket before returning to her chair. Now she sat, chewing on her bottom lip, her mind a jumbled blur of thoughts and emotions.

'He loves me. He loves me. Severus Snape, Potions Master, former Death Eater spy says he loves me. Me? Hermione bushy hair, bucktoothed, insufferable know it all Granger. Me. It's preposterous. It's insanity. Despite what stupid bloody Lucius Malfoy says.'

"He told you on more then one occasion that Severus fancies you. Once in front of him and he didn't deny it." A small voice inside her said.

'Well he was just being a cad, trying to rile me up." She rationalized. "And Severus probably didn't notice his comment because he was so upset. He was very upset.'

"And you fancy him too."

'I do not.' Her mind argued back. 'I do not fancy Severus Snape. I admire him. I think he's brilliant. He's a hero. I'll even concede he's attractive in a dark and dangerous sort of way. He has a positively mouthwatering body. And his voice is like melted chocolate, deep and tempting. But I certain do NOT fancy him. Not in any way, shape or form.'

"I think the lady doth protest too much." The tiny voice chided. "Then why do you work so hard to save him? Why DID you work so hard to save him? Hmmmm? Answer me that."

'Because he's brilliant. He's talented. He's a vital asset to the magical community. He's a bleeding war hero for fuck's sake. Because I just can't imagine living in a world without him. I can't comprehend of a world where he doesn't exist. But that's not the important question. No, not at all. The important question is how could he possibly know about the beauty mark? How? No one knows about that. Well Ron. And Viktor. And that muggle boy. My parents. But no one else knows. No one. Did he spy on me in school? Did he look at me whilst I was showering?'

"That's an exciting thought. Isn't it?" The soft voice chuckled wickedly. "Just think of it. Severus Snape's black eyes crawling all over your body while you're wet and naked, running your hands all over yourself."

'No. Stop it. That's NOT an exciting thought. It's wrong. Wrong.'

"And maybe while he watched you, his hand slid down his body to grasp his....."

'Arrrrggggh.' She growled softly, pulling her feet up onto the chair, wrapping her arms around her bent legs, hugging herself tightly. "I do NOT fancy Severus Snape. That's ludicrous. Completely and utterly ludicrous.'

"Is it? Is it ludicrous? He says he loves you. Wants you."

"Well that's just insanity. He's drunk. He's out of his mind. He doesn't know what he's saying. That's obvious. But how does he know about the beauty mark? Legilimancy? Maybe Ron told him? When would Ron have told him? They don't talk. And how would that conversation go anyway? 'Hello there Professor Snape, greasy git of the dungeons who tormented me and my friends relentlessly in school. Did you happened to know Hermione Granger has a heart shaped beauty mark just beneath her left breast? Thought you might like to know.' Now you're just being mental. Harry? Ron told Harry who told Severus? Now you're being silly and mental. My school file? Maybe? Hermione Jean Granger, muggle born, parents London Dentists, birthday 9/19/79. Distinguishing features? Bushy hair, buckteeth and a heart shaped beauty mark beneath her left breast."

She sat up straighter as the man on the couch begin to stir.

Severus woke slowly. His head felt fuzzy and thick. He was still drunk. He'd had the oddest dream. He'd confessed his deepest feelings...shifting a bit, he became aware of the crimp in his neck, his feet sticking off a too short...where was he? On a sofa? Opening his eyes, he stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh Merlin. Maybe it hadn't been a dream after all. He turned his head to see Hermione Granger, sitting across from him on a chair, her face unreadable. 'Fuck.' He shifted into a sitting position and brushed his long hair out of his eyes.

"Drink this." She said, her voice cool. He took the offered vial from her hand and stared at it, confused. "It's a sober up potion. I brew them myself, so you needn't worry. Drink it." Her no nonsense tone made it clear she was not willing to argue the matter. Flicking off the lid with a practiced gesture, he sniffed it carefully before drinking it down. Immediately his head felt clearer and a pounding headache began to form. "The loo's over there." She said, pointing to a short hallway. He nodded his head and stood, grateful that he hadn't had to ask where it was, he did desperately need to use the facilities.

Standing in her tiny restroom, his dick aimed at the toilet, he sighed heavily. 'Way to cock it up there, Severus.' He chastised himself. Moving to the sink, he turned on the faucet and carefully washed his hands. He gazed at his pallid face in the vanity mirror. 'You look like shit.' He thought, splashing some cold water on his face and running his fingers through his hair. 'What did I say to her? What did I tell her? She looks upset. Very upset. I'm sure I told her I wanted her, loved her. But did I tell her about...Merlin help me, I couldn't have told her about that. I'll just tell her I was drunk and apologize for upsetting her and leave.' Gripping the edge of the sink with both hands he wished with everything he had for his magic back, even if only for a moment If he could just use magic he would apparate as far away from here as he could and never look back. Where was the Dark Lord when you needed him? He'd happily endure a lifetime of the Cruciatus curses rather than face the clearly upset Witch in the next room. Taking another deep breath, he opened the door and returned to his place on the couch. "Hermione I..."

"Here." She said, interrupting him and handing him another potion bottle. He sniffed it quickly, before drinking it down, almost immediately his headache began to ease. 'She certainly knows how to brew a potion.' He thought, allowing himself a brief moment of pride, before the cold unease slipped in again.

"How do you know about my birthmark?" She asked softly. "How could you possibly know about a mark on an extremely intimate part of my body?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it again. A cold dread settled in the pit of his stomach. Buggar. Shit. Fuck. How could he have gotten so drunk and stupid? How was he supposed to explain to her that he'd spent the better portion of the evening with his cock inside her body. Her beautiful, perfect, amazing body. Shaking away that thought, he sighed and reached inside his trouser pocket, extracting the almost empty potion bottle. He held it up for her to see. She frowned and reached over to take it from his hand. Holding it up to the light she looked at the pearly, almost iridescent green liquid clinging to the sides. Removing the top, she smelled grass and old books, a hint of peppermint. Beneath that Boomslang skin and...

"Polyjuice? This is Polyjuice." Her eyes widened with horror as realization sat in. "You Polyjuiced someone to be...me?"

He nodded his head.

"And you...? With my body?"

He nodded his head again.

A thousand emotions flooded her senses; shock, disbelief, horror, disgust, an unidentifiable feeling like red hot rage. Rage that she had felt before when he had discussed his casual sexual encounters. A possessive, jealous rage at these woman who had touched his body so intimately. 'Wait, what? I feel possessive over his body'. She shook her head to clear away that crazy thought. Disgust. That's what she was feeling. Disgust. He had...with her body...without her! Oh Merlin.

"Who?" She asked, her voice sounded flat as she struggled to rein in her reeling emotions. "Who was it? Not some Diagon Alley whore. Not someone who knows me? Please tell me it wasn't one of my classmates." Her voice rose as she thought of the all the possible ramifications.

"No. Of course not." He shook his head. "I wouldn't do that to you. She was..." He sighed heavily, knowing how bad this all sounded. "...muggle."

"But she was a prostitute?"

He closed his eyes and nodded his head. Despite the hangover potion his headache was returning. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Did this muggle prostitute have a name? Or do you even bother to learn them?" She spit, no longer even attempting to hide her upset, her anger.

"Tatum." He whispered. "Her name was Tatum."

"I feel sick." She muttered, staring down at the floor, no longer able to look at him. The swirling, churning emotions raging inside of her were making it hard for her to think clearly. She needed to think. "I need you to leave now." She whispered, standing up and pointing towards the door.

"Hermione." His voice sounded choked and strained. "I am so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I just needed...I just wanted..."

"Please just go, Severus. I need to think. I can't think with you...Just go." She whispered, sounding close to tears.

"Alright." He stood slowly. "Shall I see you at our session tomorrow?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

"I don't know. I'm not sure. I have to think. I need to think." She whispered, sinking back on the chair and burying her face in her hands.

He moved to say something else, but stopped himself. He had already done too much damage. Turning away, he let himself out and closed the door softly behind him. He didn't hear the sob that wrenched from her as soon as the door clicked shut.
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