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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

I got carried away with writing this evening and banged out another chapter. If you're lucky there may be another tomorrow.

Hermione woke up in her bed, disorientated. How had she got back from the Manor? The last thing she remembered was Snape cradling her in his arms, looking down at her strangely. She couldn't believe she'd been able to fall asleep like that. How had he got her back here?

She lifted her head to look around her room. The light was on, and she felt well rested, so she guessed that it was probably Saturday morning, and that Snape would be in any moment to let her out. She was still dressed, thank Merlin, so she quickly crawled out of bed and gave her hair a quick brush. It wasn't as knotted as she had feared after the previous night. Her fingers automatically separated the strands for braiding before she remembered.

Nervously she patted her hair down and went to wait by the door. Ten minutes later he hadn't come. Not again. Hermione waited another five before she went to the door, gently grabbing the handle and twisting. To her surprise it turned and the door swung open. What is going on? She padded cautiously down the hall, looking first into the bedroom and then down to the library as the two most likely places to find him. Both were empty.

Hermione quickly checked the bathroom and kitchen. Empty too. So he was either in his lab or had left his chambers. Something is wrong. But what could she do? She decided to get on with her day as usual, figuring that if he turned up and all way fine then he would be angry if she had been sitting around doing nothing. The kitchen clock read 8.15. Why did he let me sleep in late?

She wasn't hungry herself, but she decided to root out some eggs and bread just in case he appeared wanting to know where his breakfast was. It would be completely in character for him to blame her for not having something ready when she didn't know what was happening.

Hermione pulled at her dress uncomfortably. It felt dirty and looked rumpled after having slept in it, and she knew she would have to wash it to keep up with Snape's new standards of appearance. It would have to be done immediately if there was any chance of having it dry before he came back in the evening. She went to the bathroom to grab a towel to wear instead. Pulling her dress off over her head she quickly wrapped the towel around her and dumped it in the warm water of the kitchen sink. She hated hand-washing. Might as well see if there is any of his stuff to do. Get it all done at once.

Walking back down the hall she pushed open Snape's bedroom door, and stopped suddenly. Snape was in there, his back to the door as he shrugged out of a stained white shirt. It was the first time she had seen him with his shirt completely off, and she was surprised at just how thin he really was. His voluminous robes and intimidating demeanour hid his gaunt figure.

Despite her recent experiences with his body she hadn't realised what he was like underneath his clothes. He was a lot stronger than he actually looked, and she had been distracted by other things when he had been laying in between her legs in the bath to think about how underweight he was. Like how bloody heavy he was to hold up. His skin hung off his frame slightly as if he had lost a lot of weight fairly recently. The sight made her want to sit him down and stuff him with as much food as she could find.

He had now turned slightly, and she could see him frowning down in irritation at the mess on his shirt. She squeaked as he suddenly noticed her out of the corner of his eye and spun to face her, his scowl deepening into an angry glare. She dropped her eyes to the floor quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring.

Hermione backed out of the doorway slowly, but before she had gone too far he growled, "Stay right where you are, girl." She stopped, keeping her eyes down. She could just see his feet move further away from her, before returning a minute later to stop in front of her. "Look at me," he hissed angrily. She lifted her eyes to his face, but dared not meet his eyes. He had thrown his coat on quickly. How did he get all those buttons done up so fast?

"What were you doing? Why did you come in here?"

"I… I… wanted to see if you had anything that needed washing, sir," she stammered, finally looking directly at him.

He narrowed his eyes, searching hers for a hint of untruth. Hermione felt him pushing slightly into her head, searching for the lie. She didn't understand why he was so upset. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed in his bedroom. What is his problem? Scanning her memories he could quickly see she meant what she'd said. She sensed a small jolt of surprise flow from Snape when he came to her memory of seeing his naked back.

He pulled out of her head and she quickly thought back over the last few minutes. What was he surprised? What did he see?

The corner of Snape's mouth quirked up slightly. Hermione stared. Is he smiling? It was the strangest expression she had ever seen on his face. He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek with his finger, but she barely noticed, as her eyes were still on his lips. "I can see you were just being a good girl, but why are you starting washing so late?"

"Eeerr… late? I've got all day to let it dry. Did you want me to do something else? I've got breakfast ready to cook. I'm sorry I didn't get up on time, but…" He stopped her babbling with a finger on her lips.

"What time do you think it is, pet?" There was definitely a hint of a smile now.

"About eight-thirty am I think," she said with a frown.

He chuckled. "You're only twelve hours off pet. It's evening. You took a long time to recover from the Cruciatus again. It is most… unusual. I will have to try and find out why your body is responding in this way."

Hermione frowned. She'd slept another day away again. What was wrong with her? She'd never heard of others being affected like this by the curse. And what was going on with Snape. He was being… nice. Caring. There must be a reason.

The hand on her cheek had started tangling itself in her curly mane while she thought. "Your hair looks much better this way, my pet. I see you remembered what I said about your appearance. Good girls get rewards. I think you could do with a nice, warm bath. Run along and finish washing your dress, then come back here. I have nothing else for you to wash, you won't be able to get that stain out of my shirt without a strong cleaning charm."

She wanted to refuse, but it hadn't been an offer, and she didn't dare disobey when he had told her straight out to do it. Besides the thought of soaking and getting really clean for once was pleasant. What's the catch? He's obviously getting something out of this. She said nothing though, and returned to the kitchen to scrub her dress and leave it to dry in front of the range.

When she re-entered his bedroom he was sitting comfortably in a chair by the fire, reading a thick tome. He snapped it shut as soon as he saw her, placing it on the chair as he stood.

"Come, pet," he said ushering her towards his bathroom. "The bath should be almost full by now." Hermione blushed as she was pushed through into the room, the memory of lying in the bath with him a couple of days previously fresh in her memory. Today, the bath was steaming hot, and there was a pleasant smell in the air. Snape leant over and turned off the taps. "Go on then, pet. The water should be just right."

He stood and watched the expression on her face turn to horror as she realised he meant to stay. I knew he was up to something. Gods, I hate him. She was frozen, he hands wrapped around the top of her towel. "Do you need a hand with that?" Snape stepped forward, pulling her hands away and unwrapping her gently. She felt like she was blushing right down to her toes as he lazily perused her naked body. "Go on, pet." He pushed her toward the bath.

Hermione climbed in the water quickly to get away from him, wishing vainly for some bubbles to cover herself with. She could feel his eyes on her arse as she stepped over the side and sank into the water, carefully keeping her back to him. There was a rustle of clothes behind her. Oh Gods, please don't let him be getting in with me.

She tensed, waiting for a splash behind her, but nothing happened for a few moments. The he spoke. "Move back this way pet,"

She looked round in confusion. He had taken off his frock coat to reveal a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeves of which were rolled up above the elbows. He was holding a bar of soap and a cloth. Please don't do what I think you're about to do. She didn't move.

"I won't ask again, pet. This is a treat for being a good girl. Don't make me angry now." Hermione turned from him again and slowly scooted back until she was pressed up against the side of the large bath. At the sound of the cloth being dunked in the hot water she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out what he was about to do to her.

She jumped when a warm hand touched her back, but it only pushed on her shoulder gently, encouraging her to lean forwards. Then the warm cloth touched her neck, rubbing carefully in circles over her skin. She bit her lip, struggling to stay where he had put her. The cloth dipped lower. The feeling was actually more than pleasant, and in another situation she would have been able to enjoy it.

Eventually he finished with her back and moved to her shoulders and arms, constantly reapplying soap to the cloth and before scrubbing the next bit of skin. Hermione didn't know how to feel. The warm water and repetitive motion of the cloth was very soothing, but being cleaned so thoroughly by him was disconcerting. It felt more intimate than any way he had touched her so far. The realisation that she was actually enjoying it made her stiffen again.

Snape pulled her shoulders back. "Relax, pet." How in Merlin's name can I relax like this? Her arms were done, and he hooked his arm around her and began to rub the cloth down her front, circling over her breasts gently and down her stomach, even lifting her arms to wash underneath. He face continued to heat. Hermione felt completely humiliated by his tender ministrations. Was he going to wash every inch of her?

As his hand dipped between her thighs she realised the answer was yes. She squeezed her hands into fists to stop herself from lashing out at him. She had never been so mortified in her life. His face was now visible as he leaned over her shoulder to reach down into the bath. She snuck a carful peek at his expression and was surprised to see no trace of lechery on his face. He looked as interested in her body as he would a pet dog he was grooming. Am I really that unappealing?

Despite his seeming lack of interest she was pretty sure she could guess what would happen when she got out of the bath. She chewed her lip as she worried, not even hearing his next words. A tug on her shoulder brought her back out of her musing. "Don't make me turn you around, pet." Realising what he wanted spun round, lifting her arms to cover herself. He raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing, instead lifting each leg out of the water in turn to scrub it, having been unable to reach them before.

The movement tipped her back against the top of the tub, her head and shoulders resting against the edge. The worst part of it over, she was free to observe him as he scrubbed her. He worked methodically down her legs and feet, covering every inch of skin. His face was not quite the usual mask, but was calm and betrayed nothing of his thoughts or intention. He just seemed absorbed in what he was doing. What is he doing? He is being so gentle? She just couldn't see why. He didn't need to be. He could do whatever he wanted to her, so why this, why now?

Again, she'd lost track of what he was doing, and it wasn't until he pulled back from her, putting the cloth on the side of the bath, did she realise he had finished. "Get your hair wet then put your back to me again, pet," he said. Hermione did as told as quickly as possible, aware that he could see everything through the water. Once she was sitting as instructed she felt his hands running through her hair, and a herbal smell assaulted her. He's washing my hair, she thought incredulously. I didn't realise he knew what shampoo even was.

It felt heavenly to have her hair washed for her, and without realising she had relaxed and sunk down a bit further into the bath. Snape rinsed her hair out with a cup, and then put something else on before washing that out too. Gods, I hope that was conditioner. She didn't want to think what her hair was going to be like without it once it dries.

"We're finished, pet. Time to get out." Hermione swallowed as she eyes met his. Time to find out what he expects back for all this. Snape grabbed a large towel that lay across some heated pipes. Slowly Hermione rose out of the bath, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself. He watched her unabashedly, holding out the towel for her to step into.

When she did, he wrapped it quickly around her, pulling her into him and rubbing gently to dry her as if she were a small child. Hermione just stood there with a bewildered look on her face and let him continue. She wished more than anything at that moment to be able to perform Legelimency, and read his mind to understand his motivations.

Snape suddenly stepped back and pulled out his wand from a back pocket. Hermione stiffened but didn't move. Without a word he charmed her hair dry, and it poofed out instantly in a halo around her head. She just caught the smirk that flashed across his face. Touching it carefully she was surprised to feel that it was softer than usual. Maybe once she'd had a chance to run her brush through it it wouldn't look too bad.

Snape pulled the towel from her, leaving her shivering in the air that suddenly seemed very cold. Her eyes dropped to the floor, sure of what was about to happen.

She flinched when he turned back to her, but he only covered her in a dry towel and pushed her out into his bedroom. Her stomach dropped and her hands began to shake as they drew close to the bed. He pushed her around to the far side of the bed, pulling back the covers and indicating that he wanted her to get in.

Hermione climbed up nervously, clutching her towel to her as she slid her legs under the cool sheets and lay down. Snape pulled up the covers over her gently and made no attempt to take away the towel. He ran his fingers down her cheek again as she looked up at him breathlessly. When he turned away she closed her eyes, not wanting to see him undress and get in beside her.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed and her eyes shot open again, looking round for him. She heard the door to his lab click shut quietly and realised he had left the room. What the hell is he playing at?

When he hadn't returned an hour later she began to relax. Her mind fought to stay awake just in case he did, as she replayed everything that had happened over and over in order to gain some understanding. Eventually it lost the battle and she drifted off to sleep.
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