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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1

It was dark and warm when she woke. Something was holding her down and she couldn't move. Where am I? She felt his breath move her hair slightly, and suddenly she realised she was pressed up against him, her face in his neck and an arm flung haphazardly around his waist. His arms were also wrapped around her, their legs entangled. Oh Gods, please tell me he didn't…

If he had forced himself on her again she couldn't remember any of it. The last thing she could recall was falling asleep on his floor while he sat and brooded at his desk. She was sure the testing had been over for the evening. That would suggest she hadn't forgotten anything. But why was she in bed with him… cuddling. And why wasn't it freaking her out. Why does it feel so… good?

Reluctantly she tried to pull herself carefully out of his arms, but he stirred slightly and clutched her closer. Pressed even tighter against his chest she began to feel claustrophobic and hot, and suddenly she couldn't bear to stay there a moment longer. She pushed hard against him, not caring if he woke, and tried to drag his arms off her.

It was pitch black in the windowless room, but she knew when he became conscious, for he grabbed her by the arm and held her still, and she felt him motion with his other hand. A candle lit itself, the meagre light enough for her to make out his face tilted down towards hers, his eyes still heavy with sleep, but becoming more aware by the moment.

She was entranced by the gentle expression of his face, his large dark eyes held her captivated as they stared unblinking into hers. Her breath caught as his gaze moved down to her lips and his head moved imperceptibly towards hers. Oh Gods, he's going to kiss me. Her eyes fluttered shut and she lifted her lips to his. I'm kissing him too! What am I doing? His arms tightened around her as their lips met in a chaste kiss. Shit!

With a strangled cry Hermione pushed at his chest, flinging his arms away and scrambling backwards, falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Hermione heard him shift in the bed as she pulled herself to her feet and faced him.

Snape was now sat up, leaning against the headboard, looking at her strangely. "What…what did you do to me…?" Hermione asked breathily.

He stared back at her for a few moments, seemingly lost for words. Eventually he spoke, slowly, as if measuring out his words carefully. "What do you think I've done to you, girl?"

"You've given me something, haven't you? That potion… it's a lust potion. You want me to want you… don't you?"

He didn't deny her last statement, but replied, "I am not giving you a lust potion. Anything you are feeling is entirely your own emotion." He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I don't believe you."

He shrugged. "Why would I bother lying to you? If it was such a potion, your knowledge of it would make no difference on the inevitable outcome. "

She paused at that, looking carefully at him. Something in his face convinced her that he wasn't lying. "Then what are you giving me?"

"A contraceptive."

Oh! She hadn't even thought about the need for that. Stupid girl, how many times has he had you? You could have been pregnant and not even considered the possibility.

"Have you finished questioning me, girl. Or am I to be allowed some sleep tonight?"

She stared down at him, deep in thought. If it wasn't a lust potion, then it meant that she had kissed him of her own accord. Why am I feeling like this? I don't want him. I hate him! Tears started to shine in her eyes.

He moved down in the bed, throwing back the covers on her side in an invitation for her to get back in. She shook her head, stepping backwards slowly. Who knows what he would think if she willingly got back in the bed with him. She knew from his expression that she had wanted to kiss him. He'll think I want more… No!

She ran from the room with a wail, the tears that had been gathering in her eyes finally spilling over and running down her cheeks. She flew into her room, slamming the door shut behind her, and threw herself on her bed, sobbing her heart out.

Hermione woke when the room began to brighten. Her head was heavy and the skin on her face clammy from crying. She had drifted off into an uneasy sleep only after an hour or so of weeping and berating herself for the unwanted emotions she was at a complete loss to understand.

Her dreams had been full of him. In some she had run from him through a maze of endless rooms. He had always caught her, pressing her fiercely up against the wall or the floor and pressing his mouth to hers, taking what he wanted as she writhed in his grasp. In some dreams he had stood above her, laughing as she screamed in agony. In others she had sought him out, gently pressing her hand to his face and begging him to take her. She had kissed him, and he had been shocked and unwilling, but had eventually returned her affections, wrapping her in his arms and making love to her.

But what does it mean? She felt exhausted from tossing and turning all night, trying to rid her sleeping mind of him. She was going to be useless all day today. Hopefully he wouldn't require much of her, since she had cleaned everything twice the day before. Fat chance of that. And what of his tests? She was sure he had meant to continue them today. Please let him be too busy to bother!

Her body was beginning to relax, and her mind was slowly starting to drift towards sleep, so with an effort she pushed herself upright and slowly climbed out of bed. Gods, she felt stiff. Hermione grabbed her hairbrush, pulling it through her tangles as quickly as she could, knowing he would be here any second.

Once her hair was knot-free she stood, smoothing her dress over her thighs. She'd slept in it yet again and it was wrinkly. She was going to have to wash it. Damn! Footsteps approached the door, and she flung herself into a kneeling position, her eyes fixed on the floor, just as the door creaked open.

He stood silently in front of her for a few seconds, before reaching down and hooking a finger under her chin and lifting her face so he could see it. She dared not meet his eyes, for fear he would see her thoughts and dreams.

"Look at me, girl," he growled. "Now!"

She peeked up at him briefly, before quickly looking away again. It had only taken that quick glance to see the anger burning in his eyes. She swallowed, assuming that it meant that she would be punished. But he only let go of her and walked out of the door, leaving it open for her.

"Breakfast, quick," was all he said as he swept out.
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