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Chapter
28 � Executing the Perfect Plan

Author:
Queen Celestia

Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry� Poooter.

AN: I felt a sudden writers block coming on, so felt I would grind this
out before the doors slam closed. Actually I don�t usually plan if a lemon would
be in a chapter or not, but it seems those two are intent on keeping it up.

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It rankled him.

Not knowing.

He thought he knew, but then again he
wasn�t sure that he knew, and that
one part rankled him.

He would not pry, for there would be
nothing gained. Her curt answer that it was Dumbledores
doing had forced him to shut up.

For some reason he wanted to come off as
being in the know of everything, but at this moment he wasn�t quite sure of
what Hermione knew that he knew, or if she knew something more than he did.

Dumbledore was known to keep secrets, which
was usually a wise choice, but Severus had made it
his goal to make sure he knew every
secret in the book. What baffled him most was Dumbledores
optimism that Harry the Pain in the Arse would actually defeat the Dark Lord. The boy was just
as insipid and silly as his father, tendered only by the little sense his
mother had.

Dumbledore, he felt, had too much faith
that he placed much too freely in people. Especially him.

He doubted that Dumbledore knew that he
would most probably betray the side of the light, since Voldemorts
plan of mass murder seemed to be working rather well. Perhaps if he did ditch
the �light� side, the future might actually improve somewhat.

Clearing his mind, he tried to imagine it.

Clearly all the Potters would be gone, and
the idiot blood traitors such as the Weaselys would
be sold into different professions, or executed.

Mudbloods would get their due penance, most likely sold as slaves.

A small knot of unease seemed to curl in
his stomach as he felt Hermione shift against him.

For some reason he did not like the idea of his wife being sold
around as a slave or a whore, well unless he somehow managed to get her to be his slave. Except, he knew that somehow,
when she learnt that he had betrayed the side that she considered good, that
she would look at him with those eyes of hers in disappointment and for some
reason that somehow felt worse than the idea of Potters and Weaselys
going loose of their own volition.

Gods, he thought, I�m getting soft.

There was once a time where he wouldn�t
have thought twice about sport killing, or participating in revels, but now, it
felt as if the small dark joy he got from them led to a profound sense of guilt
with the niggling worry that Hermione would not
approve.

Her small hand somehow found its way across
his chest, her ring a heavy contrast from her soft skin.

She could never be a wife of equal standing
if Voldemort reigned. No doubt he would have to take
a �proper� wife, a pureblood one.

Running his mind through the purebloods he
knew, his mouth turned distinctly down in distaste.

Some where either too snobby, and would
never marry a half blood, others were too vapid, being groomed to be trophy
wives, while more were completely obscene in their looks they should be ordered
to wear a paper bag over their head for life.

A marriage with one of them would not be
full of the warmth and charm he was currently experiencing from Hermione, and
no doubt, once she was displaced as the wife, her warmth and charm would
diminish as well.

Cold. That�s what it would be under a reign of Voldemort.
Cold.

Empty halls devoid of laughter, a wife that
looked more like a pit bull, with Hermione kept in a dungeon only there to serve for the pleasures he would not be able to get from
his pureblood wife.

Brrr, he would have to obligatory mate with the pureblood though, to
produce an heir, and the idea of what the child would look like was enough to
make his blood run cold.

And when they run out of Muggles, Mudbloods and Blood
Traitors?

The interrogation would be turned within,
no doubt led by Bellatrix who had never seemed
overtly fond of him.

When it came about that he was only half
blood, no doubt all the horrors he had allowed to happen would come back to be
visited upon him. Then what would happen to Hermione, once out of his
patronage?

The favored slave of the
traitorous Half Blood.

For some reason, when he had imagined a
future with Voldemort as ruler, he had always
considered it to be somewhat dark, but surely not that bad.

Now though it suddenly seemed to take on
darker hues, and when considering Hermione�s future, more
bleak.

Perhaps Dumbledores
view of a peaceful existence was not so fairy lights after all, perhaps, it
even held some merit.

Shifting, he turned towards his sleeping
wife, her face serene from all cares of the world secure in the knowledge of
her current future.

Something seemed to shift in his heart,
almost imperceptible as he stared at her sleeping face.

Perhaps, it was alright
not knowing exactly what she knew.

Dumbledore might have held some wisdom in
not letting him know what his meetings with the infernal Potter were about.

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Hermione was relieved to find that Severus did not prod her about what Harry
was on about, and found him to be rather pleasant.

Time seemed to drizzle by, classes and days
jumbling into each other. To her it was amazing how being the wife of Severus Snape
did not really matter anymore, everything had reached a state of normalcy, that
it felt as if she had been his wife forever.

His current growling at her happened to be
about her current obsession with passing the apparition test. Books on it were
strewn everywhere as she tried to remember every theory there was, her hair
frazzled to the ends, her current outside pursuits forgotten as she tried to
cram everything in.

In fact, she had been like this for a week,
as she suddenly realized that although she may be able to apparate
with little trouble in the Great Hall, that apparating
in Hogsmead would be completely different. She was
not so careless as to leave her other courses unattended, she did that during
lunch and her breaks, but the rest of her free time was spent completely
engrossed in reading over every book on apparition she could get her hands
upon.

Which unfortunately meant
ransacking Severus� library and completely ignoring
him.

On Severus� part
he had observed her with mild amusement, at first. Until he realized she was
too busy to bother even to say hello in the morning.

It was as if he had disappeared into the
wallpaper, her focus only upon books, and for some unknown reason the whole
idea of her not giving a damn about whether he had to deal with trying Hufflepuffs, or needed to somehow stop a fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor ensuring to make it look like it
was entirely Gryffindors fault, made him grow a small
burning jealousy if the books she was spending all of her time with.

Thursday, he had tried to pull her away
from a book, to engage in a conversation about anything, well ok not anything,
mainly about how her cat had left a hair ball on his new slippers and how
disgusting that was, only to be waved off, then snarled at, before having her
grab all the books nearest to her and have her lock him out of his own bedroom!

He had to sleep on the couch that night,
especially since she forgot to unward the door when
she accidentally fell asleep on the bed, nose in book.

Waking up Friday with a sore back, a sour
attitude and a wanting to get rid of all the books Hermione seemed to be
keeping about her person, Severus went to class in
one of the sourest moods he�d had for a while.

Some could be attributed to sexual
frustration, especially since for some accounted for reason he found her
extremely attractive disheveled in appearance fully concentrating on a text
larger than two of her heads put together. It seemed,
that whenever she completely ignored him, he couldn�t seem to take his eyes off
her, watching how she nibbled her lip in fascination, before furiously
scribbling down a note or two that seemed to explain it all to her.

Needless to say, none of his advances had
met with any success, and that Friday was spent concocting a plan on getting
his way that night.

She would never know what hit her.

++++++

Hermione Jane Snape was not very attentive during dinner that night, her thoughts were
focused on tomorrow, the whole idea of the test consuming her every thought.

She was quite sure she was prepared, but
that night only after six or seven hours of final revision, would she be a
little relaxed enough to know that she had everything in her power to be
prepared to get her license.

Hurrying through her dinner, she quickly
fled to the dungeons, determined to get into her studies.

Upon entering she found the space cleaned
up, her pile of books neatly placed back into the book shelves, her library
books set on the table in a small neat pile.

�Bloody house elves,� she grumbled as she
tossed her bag on the floor beside the table, before attempting to pick up a
book.

It didn�t budge.

Her eyes widened in horror, as she tried
again to pick it up. In fact she could not even lift the cover to get to the
pages!

Waving her wand, she tried to detect which
spells were keeping her from reading the book, and upon finding nothing,
wondered if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming.

Slapping herself, she found that she wasn�t
sleeping, unless you could feel pain in sleep, and quickly made her way over to
the bookshelves.

Her fingers seemed to stop short of
actually touching the book. There seemed to be a barrier.

For half an hour she attempting to grab a
book, or open one, getting increasingly frustrated.

A noise behind her informed her that Severus was there, and turning desperate tear filled eyes to
him, she spoke, her situation tumbling out of her mouth.

He was finding her increasingly attractive,
her face red from anger and crying, her hair a mess
about her head, her robes scruffy and carelessly arranged about her.

And her screechy voice as she tried to
explain what was happening to her, and whether she was
going crazy or not.

Letting her go on until she ran out of
steam, he silently watched her, fascinated by the mass amounts of emotion she
so freely showed.

The last time he had seen someone lose it
so freely had been when his mother had snapped one day and began to fight back
against his father.

That had been years though, especially
since his father had methodically beaten any of those intentions out of his
mother.

Uncertain on why he was enjoying looking at
his wife losing it so much, he decided to calm her down, by pulling her frantic
form into his arms and calmly rubbing her back. Her staggered breathing calmed
down, her sniffles decreased until he could feel her attuning herself to his
heartbeat.

In order to get what he wanted, he had to
do this in an exact manner, which would cause her to forget any resentment
towards him from stopping her studying for the ten hours or so she had probably
planned.

�Now tell me it all again, calmly,� he
murmured soothingly.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly began
again. �I can�t take the books off the shelf, nor can I open any on the table.
It�s as if..� here she gulped, attempting to regain
her cool, �as if, the books won�t allow me to read them anymore.�

�Hmm, now that is a problem,� he began, glad that she couldn�t see the small smirk
slowly creeping across his face, �To be honest I�m not surprised this has
happened to you.�

Her eyes snapped up to his [thankfully
composed] face. �What do you mean?�

�Didn�t you know?� he arched an eyebrow at
her, knowing that she wouldn�t have known, �Sometimes when the books of
Hogwarts feel that you have indulged in a subject so much that you can�t
further gain any more knowledge from them, they close themselves off to the
person.�

Frowning, she murmured, �I never heard
about that before��

�The evidence is all around you,� he
replied, glad that she was buying his lame story. In fact, Hogwarts books never
did anything of the like. He had just happened to place a well altered sealing
charm around the books. Not that she need to know.

�Then can you open the books?�

�Yes.�

Her face suddenly flamed, as she stuttered
to get her request out, �T-then, if you�re not too busy, could you help me
study for my apparition test tomorrow?�

Curling his lip, he regarded her with well
put upon disdain, �Ever the eager bookworm I see.�

�Please? I need to pass this test!�

Giving some thoughtful moments in silence,
where he seemed to contemplate the idea with distaste, which in actuality he
was spending on congratulating himself on her falling into his trap so easily, he
finally and reluctantly relented.

Giving him a quick squeeze about the
middle, she quickly ran over to the book she wanted him to read, and was rather
annoyed when he went to the other bookshelf and took down a book she had not
noticed before.

�What are you doing Severus?�

�Helping you in your studies,� he replied,
settling comfortably into a large wingbacked chair.

�But, where am I to sit?�

�In my lap,� he replied smoothly,
irritation beginning to show.

Afraid that he might renege on his offer,
she obeyed, sluffing her robes off to be more
comfortable in her school uniform.

After a moments
hesitation, she settled down upon his lap, settling against his chest, as his
arms wrapped securely around her, the book placed upon her lap.

She watched in fascination as he opened up
the book expertly finding the part on apparition, before reading it aloud to
her.

At first she had no trouble concentrating,
his voice strictly focused in explaining to her this theory on apparition, and
so engrossed was she in learning, that she did not notice that one of his hands
had wandered from the book down onto her thigh, methodically working its way
under her skirt.

It did not happen all at once, just an
inch, or half an inch, or a quarter of an inch at a time, until she was completely
relaxed against him, the sensation of his thumb brushing her inner thigh in
small circles going completely unnoticed by her focused brain. Her natural body
responses however, were slowly coming onto high alert.

Slowly, but surely, his professional tone
of voice turned into liquid silk, caressing her frazzled nerve endings into a
smooth yearning mass that seemed to work together into attempting to bond her
body with his.

His calloused thumb brushed ever closer
against her highly sensitive skin, her breathing going from shallow, to more
heavy.

When he reached forward to turn the page,
his arm accidentally brushed against her alert nipple, causing her to suddenly
forget what was being said, turning her slightly open mouth to his, silencing
him in a kiss.

Without any thinking, the book slid from
his grasp onto the floor with a dull thud, as he twined his arms around her,
deepening the kiss.

Grinding her ass against his ever apparent
erection, Hermione moaned, wanting to be penetrated now the idea of waiting any longer proving to be too much.

Feeling her message, Severus
deftly slid his hand to the button of his pants, unbuttoning, and with the help
of her hand blindly groping behind her to help, and with minimal damage his
erection was released from the confines of his clothing.

It was hot and hard nestled against her
back, and with a whimper, she attempted to turn only to be frustratingly held
in place by him.

�Severuss,� she
groaned, attempting to break loose of his grasp.

�Shh,� he
whispered, his hand slipping up against her wet knickers, he hooked his index
and thumb around the crotch teasingly brushing against her lips before sharply
tugging them down her thighs, hooking them around her knees.

Rubbing his erection against her ass, he
growled, �Lift up� and obediently pressing her hands against the arms of the
chair, lifted herself up off his lap, allowing him to position his erection at
her weeping entrance.

�P-please Severus, I can�t hold on much
longer,� she whimpered, her arms shaking, and with compliance, he entered her, Her
arms trembled and she could not stop her body from slamming down onto him,
letting him �penetrate further than he
had expected. Pausing for a moment to adjust, Severus
gripped her thighs as if his life depended on it, until, with a tentative lift, Hermione began to set the pace.

Their bodies rocking in rhythm, it did not
take long for them to reach completion.

++++

Ron, was worried.

He had been looking over the selected
reading Hermione had told him, and he had been repeating the three D�s, except
for some reason his mind had gone completely blank.

Destination, Daring and Draco?

No.. Determination, Daring, Demented�

No.

Detrimental, Destination,
and Determination.

No� can�t be detrimental.

Glancing at the clock he was pleased to
find that it wasn�t very late, and picking up his school bag decided to go down
to visit Hermione.

He was sure she wouldn�t mind helping him
study.

It never occurred to him that she would be
doing anything else other than studying.

Never having visited her before, since the
whole idea of going down to the dungeons and actively pursuing Snape in his own
territory never appealed to him, Ron
decided the best way would be to visit his office.

It had not really clicked with Ron that Hermione was now technically a Snape, for he
still considered her as Hermione. Nothing more, nothing less.
Well, he did feel mildly guilty indulging in his sexual fantasies concerning
her now, but he reasoned it away that Snape wouldn�t ever do anything like that to her, and continued to believe
that the marriage happened due to something going wrong with the potion,
instead of it being something else. He simply could not imagine Snape getting
�it on�, with Hermione or anyone.

Tentatively knocking on the office door, he
received no reply, and trying the handle found that it was open.

Peeking in, and finding it empty, he
stepped forward, eyeing the room curiously.

Pickled things floated in their jars, and
shuddering, he fully entered the office.

�Hello?�

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Holding Hermione limply in his arms, Severus cursed as his wards triggered the presence of
someone in his office.

He did not want to go see who it was, he just wanted to stay ensconced in his rooms
thoroughly teaching Hermione that ignoring him for an entire week was not acceptable.

But teacherly
duty called, and gently withdrawing from Hermione, and placing her onto the
seat, he muttered something about someone being in his office, before
straightening his appearance.

�Come back soon,� she whispered huskily,
displaying her self shamelessly, toeing off her underwear and tossing them at
him.

Catching them reflexively, he stuffed them
into his pocket, his resolution to be a decent teacher and see who needed him
quickly crumbling.

�I will,� he replied gruffly, before
silently entering his office.

He had a secret entrance from his rooms,
where he could enter, observe the situation and act accordingly.

Therefore he was greatly annoyed to see a
familiar red head staring at a pickled pig fetus, completely oblivious to him.

�What is it Mr Weasley?� he snapped, causing
Ron to lean forward, hit the jar, and failing to catch it have it crash onto
the floor.

The liquid spread across the stone, the
fetus quickly drying up.

Quickly repairing the jar, and retaining as
much liquid as possible, Snape then turned his gaze upon the embarrassed
looking boy.

I
blew him, just to shut him up about Quidditch� the words came unbidden to his mind, and the thought of Hermione
on her knees in front of this excuse of a boy seemed to cause his anger to flare.

�High hopes for the Gryffindor keeper eh?�
he purred, cradling the jar against his side.

Rons ears turned red, as he focused upon his professor.

�I want to talk with Hermione, sir.�

Narrowing his eyes at this nuisance,
Severus felt his anger continue to build.

�You can�t.�

�What- Why!� Ron tried hard to keep a
respectful tone, but the way Snape was looking at him made him feel as if he
needed to be on his best defense.

�Because I say so, that�s why,� he hissed,
advancing upon the angry Gryffindor.

�You�re not her owner! Let me see her!� Ron blurted out, restraining the compulsion to step
back.

�And pray tell me, what do you need to see
her about?� his voice had dropped to a nasty whisper, that seemed to slice the
air up around Ron.

�Memorizing for apparition!� He stuttered, being drawn into the harsh gaze of his Professor.

Unable to resist, Severus entered Ron�s
mind, seeing that while this was true, he still harbored rather explicit
feelings for Hermione, a scene floated to the fore, where Ron, alone in the
Prefects bathroom lay in the tub masturbating to a rather provocative image of
her.

Pulling out of his mind, feeling a mixture
of rage and disgust, Severus stared at the boy, his
lips firmly pressed together.

Ron, snapped out of the trance he seemed to
be under, feeling as if he had lost a few moments in time, but deciding he was
being relatively silly, for surely his Professor hadn�t performed legelimency on him, or else it would have felt like what
Harry described it to be, he focused his gaze obstinately upon his Professor.

Silence fell between them like a thick shag
carpet, and Ron, determined to have
his way, was startled by Snapes voice suddenly
ringing out.

�Get out!�

�No! I want to talk to Hermione!�

�Then talk to her tomorrow.�

�But I want to study with her tonight!�

�Then you�re out of luck.�

�Why! What else would she be doing?�

Smirking at the boy, Severus
leaned further, his face suddenly level with Rons, as he whispered silkily, �Getting thoroughly fucked.�

It seemed as if Ron
couldn�t choose between going deathly pale or flaming red, so his ears turned
red, while his face went pale.

�Wha-�

�I suggest you leave Mr Weasley, for I am certain that Hermione does not appreciate, waiting.�

Feeling suddenly sick, Ron, stepped back, before hastily exiting Snapes office, running dead on through the halls, until he
wound up in front of the Fat Lady.

Panting out the password, he tumbled into
the common room, and then, too disturbed to even rant at Harry,
escaped up to his bed, wanting to hide and escape from where he had just been.

++++

Thoroughly pleased with himself, at getting
rid of the brat, Severus entered his rooms, and was extremely pleased to see
Hermione, unashamedly using her dildo to pleasure herself.

Eyes flying open, she paused with her pleasure,
as she struggled to form the words, �Who was it?�

�Just a student needing help,� he purred,
stalking across to her, removing his robes in the process.

�Oh..�

�But not in such dire need of help as you are my dear,� with these
words he lightly grasped the dildo, and pulled out across her swollen nether
lips.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was
spent with him resetting himself upon her, until exhausted; both fell into bed,
in a sated sleep entwined as one.

+++++

Hermione passed the test in a breeze,
although she was rather concerned about Ron�s silence, and asking him what was
wrong, and if she could help, startled him so much, that when his name was
called at the same moment, caused him to apparate and
leave half his eyebrow behind.

The night of unadulterated passion had made
her entirely relaxed, and confident in her abilities, and, ever eager for
approval, looked at him with a brilliant smile when she got the news that she
had passed, only to receive a scowl from him in recompense.

When learning that he was there to help
monitor the students during the testing, Hermione couldn�t help the feeling of
butterflies in her stomach, as she suddenly had visions of them going out for a
butterbeer after.

However, she was disappointed, and had to
settle with dealing with a brooding Ron
for the rest of the day.

In fact, Severus
seemed to completely ignore her in public, unless he actually had to deal with
her in a professional manner, and his distant nature was beginning to irk her.

When night drew in, she made her way over
to their chambers, and finding Severus calmly
marking essays, decided to lay it on.

�Severus,� she
began. Something in her tone told him to pay attention, and placing the quill
down, he looked at her.

�What is it Hermione?�

�Why did you so blatantly ignore me today?�
Best to get to the point.

Giving her a sneer, he paused, before
answering. �Because if you happened to know, or not know,
there were a few junior Deatheaters about. It
may have slipped your mind, but our marriage isn�t supposed to be exactly happy.�

Feeling like rather an idiot, Hermione felt
all her self righteous anger leave her.

�Oh� I keep forgetting that.� She gave him
a lame smile. �Its hard for me to hide my feelings.�

�Obviously,� he snorted, before picking his
quill up again, and steadily going back to marking.

She had just confirmed what he had assumed.
She was in love with him, for what else would explain her being happy.

For some reason, her small confirmation, seemed to make him mildly upset. Things were
going down the shit hole fast, and the fact that she was so happy now, would
make everything that was about to happen ten times worse.

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AN: I felt a sudden writers block coming on, so felt I would grind this
out before the doors slam closed. Actually I don�t usually plan if a lemon
would be in a chapter or not, but it seems those two are intent on keeping it
up. Although sometimes I imagine something erotic, and wonder
�how the heck do I describe that?!�

Anyway, it seems as if Severus
was viewing Wonwon as a threat, but thankfully [or
not?] he straightened him up.

Anyways, I got this all edited and whatnot,
so it shouldn�t be too bad, although I was going through some of my earlier
chapters and found some errors! Erlack! Oh well I
suppose when this is all done and over with I will most probably go back in
time and do a final reading.. Maybe.
If I�m not too lazy.. :]

Thanks for all the reviews! Pumped me up to
edit this all up, and to get this to you guys as an Easter Egg.. [A little late but still close enough!]

@ Kitty- I follow the book as much as it
pleases me.
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