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The Spinner's Web of Deceit	By : amethystJck Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 2939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Albus, you daft old fool! You can not possibly expect me to believe this,� said McGonagall, pursing her thin lips while giving her friend and former lover a reproachful look. Dumbledore sighed, having expected this very reaction from the doubtful witch. He in fact had felt the same just minutes before when he had seen the unbelievable occurrence.

�Minerva, step into the Headmaster Observation Portrait and come with me. There is something I wish for you to see.�

Wrapping her tartan robe more tightly around her thin frame, she stepped through the translucent canvas door leading into the Observation Portrait and made her way to the one that Dumbledore currently occupied. Guiding her through the maze of portraits that covered the route to Grimmauld Place, he ushered her to the library where it was apparent that the lovers were nearing release.

Severus was rapidly pistoning himself between the legs of the new Headmistress� favorite student, who was clawing at his back as she came. Still passionately kissing Hermione, he abandoned himself to pleasure as heat coursed through his veins. With a final growl of masculine satisfaction, he climaxed, releasing his seed into her spasming depths. Sweat beaded the two as their movements stilled and the kisses became gentle, less fired by physical need.

Leading a stunned McGonagall by the hand, Albus directed her to the nice comfortable still life in the kitchen so that she could collect herself. Unseeing, Minerva sat on a granny smith apple just staring into space. Minutes later she had recovered enough to utter one phrase.

�Oh my word, I never.�

In the library, Severus was dutifully cuddling with Hermione after casting a conception prevention charm, with results that were very similar to the muggle IUD, over her womb. Finally, the close contact began to be too much for the usually standoffish man. He had to have a cigarette, preferably coupled with a cup of coffee and silence. Mentally sighing, he realized that silence was not an option, as he looked at the sated witch wrapped in his arms. He had to talk to her and at the very least, for now, remain civil if his plan was going to work.

Steeling himself for the barrage of questions he knew were just waiting on the tip of her tongue, he rubbed Hermiones� back, gently kneading a few knots in it as he moved his sinewy arms from around her. Snapping out of her lethargic state, her gaze immediately shuttered. Had he just been using her again?

�Would you, perhaps, care for a cup of coffee?�Snape politely inquired, much to her surprise.

Moving herself to a seated position before realizing that the both of them were still naked, she scrambled to the edge of the sofa in search of her clothing before being stopped by his baritone voice.

�I would prefer if you did not do that,� he said, closely watching her movement before returning to her side with two cups of hot coffee, transfigured from the tea that had grown cold quite a bit earlier.

Blushing, she managed to breathily ask him, �Why not, Severus?�

�Great,� she thought mentally kicking herself. �Shortly after I say that I�m not some simpering girl, I can barely address Severus without thinking of what just happened.� Although she had enjoyed sex with Ron because of the bond they shared, the only orgasms she had experienced were brought on by her own fingers late at night in the privacy of her room.

Eyes glinting, he placed the coffee on the end table at the side of the sofa before sinking his slim fingers into the curls at the juncture of her thighs while his thumb lightly danced over the button that was the source of her pleasure. As she leaned into his touch, he answered her.

�Because, Hermione, if you were to clothe yourself, I believe we would be unable to continue this as easily,� he said, his voice deep with promise. �Personally, I find the way you look at this moment, with my seed dripping from you and that look upon your face far more fascinating than that muggle attire you seem to be so fond of wearing.�

He fully planned to take her again that night before returning to his residence at Spinner�s End after discussing their findings for the day. One thing that he would definitely have to work on was getting her to begin wearing robes more often. He did not find himself particularly fond of all of the layers that muggle attire entailed.

Hermiones� gaze was hooded as she watched her lover pleasure her while responding to her question. Did she just think of him as her lover? She supposed that the term could qualify to explain what they had just shared when one considered that there was no relationship other than partners in research, liaison to the Order, and sex. Yes, although their relationship was by no means related to love in any way, the frequency with which they had sex would definitely make them lovers.

Snape had planned to simply tease her, before seeing the wistful expression on her face. Eyes darting to where she was looking, he realized that she was trying to figure out if he was going to have sex with her again so soon. Chuckling deep in his throat he leaned forward to nip at her earlobes and nibble at the side of her neck gently before pulling away. Fingers still coaxing her he observed the witch who was riding his fingers, a passion glazed look taking over her features.

�Was there something you wanted?� he asked removing his fingers.

That she was starting to associate desire with his touch would help him greatly. Many a young witch had been known to fall into the trap of mistaking desire for love. He knew that she would not be that easily swayed, hardly being the type to create associations between two things that hardly required one another. Her desire could simply be used by him as a tool to gradually push her analytical mind toward the path that he sought.

Hermione stared at the wizard in front of her who sat on his heels, with a self satisfied smirk on his angular features. That bastard. He was toying with her! Two could play at that game. Climbing slowly from the sofa to sit beside him on the floor, she did something that he had not planned on. Reaching for his hardening member and tugging gently, she lowered her head to take him in her mouth. He groaned as she swirled her tongue on the delicate underside of his glans. Deftly threading his fingers through her hair, he began to guide her efforts. Just as he began to near his climax, his scrotum beginning to hug his body in preparation of release, she removed her mouth and lay down on the rug touching herself, blatantly unconcerned with his arousal.

Growling deep in his throat he covered her body with his, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out and driving himself into her again and again. His climax had been so close, he had lost all coherence before she had pulled away from him. He was unable to think of his plan as he hungrily sank himself into her folds. The only goal that his mind could wrap itself around at that moment was releasing the tension in his aching shaft.

Dumbledore pulled a cherry up to rest his feet on as he seated himself next to the flustered Headmistress on the plum neighboring her apple. McGonagall had been the only living person he had entrusted the actual details of his death to. The portraits of the former Headmasters and Headmistresses had been there the day his portrait had finally awoken to lazily stretch his arms before yawning and attempting to get her attention.

She had disapproved of his plan to have Miss Granger be the liaison between Severus and the Order. The only thing that had convinced her not to interfere was Albus� argument that it was imperative that it be a member of the golden trio so that Harry could be aided on his quest. Due to her respect for the professor causing her to many times come to his defense when her friends derided him, Miss Granger had seemed the obvious logical choice. Now this had happened. Shuddering at the mental image of Severus� pale backside arching into Miss Granger, who oddly enough seemed to enjoy it, she again questioned the reasoning of her long time friend and companion.

�Albus, we simply cannot permit this to continue,�Minerva said sternly. �The poor girl can have no idea what she is getting herself into dealing with that man.�

�Minerva, do you recall what it was like when we became lovers?� Albus asked, his eyes resting lovingly on her face.

�Well, of course Albus, but that was different. We were both of age and there was-,�Minerva began hastily before being cut off by Albus.

�You were around the same age that Miss Granger is currently and I was also in a rather difficult position fighting the reigning dark wizard of that era,�Dumbledore said, giving her a meaningful look. Minerva shifted uncomfortably on her apple at this. She had not forgotten this fact, but she desperately wanted to protect her cub from a man who had proven that he could be rather dangerous.

�As I recall, you were a student in my Transfiguration class. Brightest witch of your age and quite fetching.� He continued after pulling a candy tin from his robes and wordlessly offering one after popping one into his mouth. �You could have had other wizards your own age, but instead you sought the company of your professor. It was quite difficult keeping my hands off of you during the school year,� he recalled, a fond far away look on his bearded face.

�Why did you pursue me, Minerva? What could you have wanted a much older man for?� he inquired, searching her brown eyes with his sparkling blue ones.

�None of the young men in my year appealed to me in quite the same way that you did,�she replied. �Certainly, there were young men I was friends with.�

�I remember that Darren O�Hare was quite taken with you,�he said, remembering how at the time he had berated himself for being jealous of a wizard so many decades younger than him.

�He was like a brother to me,�Minerva said crisply. Her aged features softening, she continued. �We had been friends for so long that I found it hard to think of him in that manner although I tried.� Minerva had always enjoyed herself immensely when she played Quidditch with Darren at school. Everyone had seemed to feel that the two were the poster child of the perfect couple. Minervas� academic prowess had earned her the position of Head Girl and her tenacity had made her a wonderful chaser on her house team. Darren had been the star keeper on the Gryffindor team in the 1940�s before going pro after graduation.

�We did have quite a bit in common, but he couldn�t stimulate my mind, whereas you challenged me on a daily basis to see things in a new light,�she reflected, a smile on her face as she went back to the time when she first fell in love with Albus. �I found myself anxiously waiting for the next conversation with you and my heart sped up every time you came into my sight. When I realized my feelings for you I broke it off with him. I had to be true to myself.�

�How would you have felt had someone insisted that we refrain from seeing each other, from spending time together?�Albus asked, taking her slim hand and cradling it in his.

�I hate to admit it, but they would have found themselves on the receiving end of a number of very inventive hexes,�Minerva said, acknowledging the fact that she had always had a bit of a temper.

�I imagine that Miss Granger would perhaps react very similarly were we to interfere with her relationship with Severus,�Albus stated, pointing to what he felt was the logical conclusion.

�Heaven knows I felt that way about you. I suppose that I am still justifiably upset because he took away the man that I love,�she responded fiercely.

�Yet, you sit here talking with me much the way we did before I passed,�said Dumbledore slowly, his eyes gazing deep into hers. �Love, never dies, Minerva. I will always be with you. I am just existing on a different plane.�

�I suppose we should go talk to our young lovebirds?�she inquired, deciding that if this was what Miss Granger wanted she would be as supportive as possible.

�That is exactly what I was thinking,� he responded.

As the elderly couple made their way to the library, Severus and Hermione had no idea of what assumptions were being made based on their actions. After realizing that nudity was most assuredly not conducive to focusing, they had gotten dressed. Not liking her muggle gear, Severus had transfigured her shirt and jeans into a set of simple cream robes with light blue piping.

They reclined on the sofa, with Severus� right arm and leg lazily draped across Hermione as they continued their reading. It was his way of maintaining productivity, while still cuddling with her. Just because he had momentarily lost control did not mean he was abandoning his plan. Any wizard faced with the situation the little minx had placed him in would have responded similarly

This was how Dumbledore and McGonagall found them. �Oh, Albus,�she whispered to him, placing her hand on his arm. �I never thought they would make such a cute couple.�

�Yes, my dear, they do seem as content as they can be given the circumstances,�he whispered back. �That is why I plan to have them both attend the next Order meeting.�

�But, Albus, the others will try to kill Severus!�

�Not when I�m done with them,� he answered.

Having heard the words �kill� and �Severus� faintly in the same sentence, he looked up searching for the source of the conversation. Being fully aware that those words uttered in the same sentence, particularly in that order usually meant danger or a least a considerable pain in the arse was just around the corner, his eyes darted around the room. He cursed under his breath while narrowing his dark eyes when he spotted Albus and Minerva holding hands on the portrait counterpart of the sofa on which he rested. This drew the attention of his companion.

�What�s wrong, Severus?�Hermione inquired hearing his mutterings.

�I believe that we have company.�

�What do you mean?� Hermione began to ask before her gaze followed his line of vision to reveal what Severus was looking at. �Oh, shit,� she swore under her breath.

�My sentiments exactly,� Severus responded.

�Hello, my dear boy, Miss Granger. I believe we have quite a bit to discuss that is of grave importance,� Dumbledore said cheerily, as if the word �grave� and a positive attitude were things that commonly went hand in hand.

�Severus, do you ever wish that you could take that tin of lemon drops and shove it up his arse?� Hermione whispered furtively.

�I�ve entertained the idea many a time,�he dryly responded in a muted tone.

�Good, I�m just glad I�m not the only one.�
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