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Disclaimer: Severus and Hermione aren�t mine. Everything you
see (except this plot!) is JK�s. What a shame.

Conquest is easy. Control is not.
By Florence W. Snape

Chapter 3:

In the past,
whenever Hermione Granger had had an orgasm, she had felt relaxed and in
complete harmony with her body. After all, there�s nothing like pleasure to put
one�s mind at ease. Always with a smile on her face, she had gone to bed rested
and sleepy, happy to have reached such a wonderful sensation by herself.

But this time
everything was different.

Hermione was
now panting. What she had seen had taken her by surprise and she felt disgusted
with the situation, with herself, with him, with that whore he had fucked
against the wall. Not to mention disgusted with the words �Snape�, �whore� and
�fuck� being together in the same sentence. She was feeling excited, nervous
and agitated. And those were feelings you wouldn�t necessarily connect with
satisfaction. But then again, Hermione�s experience with sex was as weak as
Neville Longbottom�s performance in Potions, so she had no way of knowing this.

She had only
done it with Ron, once and it hadn�t been all that she had hoped for. It had
been awkward having Ron�s finger inside of her first, exploring her depths. His
thrusts had been violent and his touch clumsy, his words corny and rehearsed,
his performance all too short.

After that
night, she had come to the conclusion that she liked sex better with herself
than with Ron and they had parted ways, any romantic future shattered by sexual
frustration.

But as Hermione
laid one hand over her chest to feel her heartbeats grow weaker after several
minutes of deep breaths, Ron was the last thing on her mind. Her other hand was
still in between her legs which were now pressed shut in some kind of Freudian
reflex act and her mind was racing through the images she had just witnessed.

�Deep breaths,�
she thought to herself before panicking again, her head against the wall
opposite her bed, near the door. She hadn�t moved an inch after cumming. She
had the slight suspicion that her legs would give in if she even tried. What
she had seen Professor Snape do was out of this world. That woman�s moans had
been like nothing she had heard before. Not that she had the chance to observe
such pornographic scenes on a regular basis. Not at all.
She had even surprised herself when, after several minutes of thoughtful
deliberation on the contrary, she had gotten up from bed and opened the door a
little bit to spy on the couple having sex in the living room.

Thinking about
it now, she still could find no answer. What had possessed her to stand up and
watch? Curiosity or arousal? Hermione was almost
certain it was a mixture of the two but wouldn�t dare to admit it out loud.

Of course she
had enjoyed it. That much couldn�t be denied. Her fingers were wet and her clit
felt sore. She had never felt the need to release with such violence before-
certainly not when in bed thinking of Viktor Krum or even after that dreadful
night with Ron. What had really driven her over the edge was Professor Snape�s
gaze fixed on her bedroom door. Watching him watching her was as kinky as
Hermione had ever gotten. But surely, she kept reminding herself, he hadn�t
actually looked at her, but at the
door. It bothered her that the idea of him getting off had nothing to do with
her. Of course, that last thought was even more upsetting that the first. Was
she actually fantasizing about Snape?

�Low blood
sugar,� she reminded herself as she smiled weakly, still on the floor but much
more relaxed now that all images of Snape shagging another woman were off her
head. As long as she pushed those memories aside, her mental health would
remain intact. After all, what would he think of her if he knew she had witnessed
the whole thing? It wouldn�t do to raise any suspicions. He was her master
after all and they needed to relate to each other in a master/apprentice sort
of way. That was the professional thing to do and Hermione was nothing but
professional.

She tried to
stand up and failed. Sleeping on the hard wooden floor was out of the question.
She tried again and failed. But just as she was about to try a third time, a
distinctive sound made her stop on her attempts to stand.

Tum. Tum. Tum.

Her heart
froze. That was surely him walking to her room. What if he had seen her watch
the whole thing and was coming to her bedroom to reprimand her? What if he
decided to call their deal off because of her voyeurism? Hermione panicked. She
could even feel the adrenaline being pumped through her veins. Gathering all
the strength she had left, she finally stood up and ran to her bed, pulling the
sheets over her head and closing her eyes. If nothing else worked, she could
always pretend to be sleeping.

But to her
surprise, he didn�t storm into her room or point his wand at her or destroyed
the contract in her face. He had gone to his room, as far as she could tell.
She smiled in triumph; she hadn�t been caught after all.

�Hold that
thought,� she thought to herself as she heard the terrible racket coming from
Snape�s bedroom. She panicked again. What could he be looking for? What kind of
punishment was he thinking of? Shutting her eyes close again and faking a snore
she held her breath when she heard his footsteps again. This time he was definitely
coming to her room. Grabbing her wand tightly under her sheets, she wished hard
that she wouldn�t have to use it.

***

He had found it
at last in the very back of his closet. He had bought it a long time ago and he
had waited patiently for the right moment to use it on someone. It was still in
the box and it was wrapped as a present with a black ribbon on the top. He was
excited to give this to Miss Granger. He wondered how she would react. After
all, that had been the point of it all; of fucking Penelope, of slowly
whispering things in her ear, of pressing himself against her: to study her
reactions and logically move on the next step of the plan.

There was
always the chance that she could slap him in the face and run to the
headmaster. But after their brief physical contact that very afternoon and
after catching her watching him have his way with Penelope, he was almost sure
she wouldn�t reject his present even if out of curiosity.

Just in case,
he wrote a small note in a piece of parchment and addressed the envelope he
stuck in the back of the box to Hermione Granger. Putting the present under his
arm, he put his cloak on and walked to her bedroom, then softly knocked on her
door.

No one
answered.

He knocked
again, softly still. But no one answered. He smirked.

�My shy little
voyeur,� he thought to himself as he opened the door slightly.

She was in her
bed facing the wall, covered from head to toe, not moving in the least and
snoring loudly.

�Pathetic
actress,� he thought smiling at the beautiful sight of her curls all over the
pillow. He wanted her in his bed badly but not now, not like this. She had to
want it as bad as he did, even more so. And this little present of his would
probably help. But it wouldn�t do to wake her- she would act defensively and he
didn�t want that. Luckily for him, he had thought about the letter.

He smiled as he
left the box in the clean night table next to her bed. He, then, caressed the empty
spot in her pillow smiling even wider and left, closing the door neatly behind
him.

As soon as he
did so, her eyes opened violently. Turning silently in her bed, she unwrapped
the present magically so as to not make any noises. When she finally finished, she
opened the lid of the box and gasped.

It was a small
vibrator- but still larger than Ron�s penis anyway- and it was wrapped in yet
another black bow. Hermione�s mouth opened slightly as she took the fake dick
out of the box, untied the black ribbon and proceeded to examine it.

It was white
and plastic and it felt hard. She was grinning despite the initial shock, very
much like a child smiles at a new toy. She wrapped her hand around it and
stroke it up and down just to know what that felt like. She had never done it
on Ron. He was already too eager to be inside of her to wait. So she quite
enjoyed the sensation of having a dick- even a fake one- for the first time in
her hand. It was small but nice. It would fit perfectly in a small box she had
bought in Diagon Alley. She would keep it hidden in the very back of her night
table drawer and use it only in special occasions.

�What am I
thinking,� she reminded herself, shaking her head dramatically.

She quickly let
go of the vibrator as if it were cursed and searched frantically for the box.
It was dark so it took a few to seconds to find. As soon as she did, she
grabbed the white vibrator and threw it in the box, disgusted with herself,
with him, with the gift, with the moisture between her legs and with the false
sense of curiosity that had made her touch that thing in the first place.

Severus Snape
was seriously ill. He had gone mental. She should have known this would happen
when he pressed himself on her, almost rubbing himself against her back. She
should have known better than to receive a gift from a Slytherin. Nothing good
ever comes from that house. And this was no exception.

Just as she was
about to re-wrap her present again so as to leave it in the coffee table early
in the morning, she came across an envelope in the back of the box.

�Lumos,� she said pointing her wand to
the box. The envelope read �Hermione Granger�. It was his handwriting. She
would recognize it anywhere. Angry, curious and excited she opened the envelope
and read, not before cursing herself for it.

�In no way is this better than the real thing, Miss
Granger. But, of course, you know this already, don�t you, judging by your door
being ajar tonight? Do bring it to the lab tomorrow after class. Do not be
late.

SS�.

Her heart was
beating so hard by the time she was finished she was sure it resembled a hummingbird�s.
This night, what she had seen, this present, his letter�all these things were
too surreal to take seriously. It had to be a dream- a twisted, perverted,
enthralling, erotic hallucination. Closing her eyes and pressing her head on
the pillow, she reassured herself that when she actually woke up in the
morning, none of this would be true and she would still be his apprentice.

But Hermione
Granger never felt asleep. Her eyes were still opened when then he left for his
morning classes. She heard him breathe, walk, grab books and close doors. His
behaviour was all too normal for it to be real.

Turning around
so as to get a few hours of sleep before noon, her eyes focused on the box
lying in her night table for the first time since she had read the letter. She
sighed. It was not a dream. With indignation and fear she turned around yet
again to face the wall, closed her eyes and felt asleep.

***

It was five
O�clock when Severus Snape opened the door to his private lab. He had been
thinking about his reunion with Miss Granger all day and he felt energized and
in high spirits. There were three main lines of thought behind this renewed
optimism: firstly, the fact that she had been there that morning when he left
the dungeons. He knew this because of her fakes snores and also because,
secondly, she hadn�t returned the present which either meant she had loved it
or hadn�t unwrapped it yet. He decided to believe in the former. And lastly, he
had had a wonderful chat with the headmaster on the subject of Quidditch and he
hadn�t once mentioned abuse or molestation in between the conversation.

So, all in all,
Severus Snape had reasons to believe his plan had worked and, as he opened the
door to his lab, he felt more vital, younger and more handsome than he�d felt
in a while.

�Good
afternoon, Miss Granger,� he greeted her with a small smile on his lips, his
black robes billowing behind him as he walked past her and sat on his favourite
chair.

�Good
afternoon, Professor Snape,� she replied cordially, her eyes never leaving the
cauldron in which she was making a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent, a very potent
potion only sold in Knockturn Alley.

A slight smile
never leaving his face, Severus Snape sat back and watched her for a while. She
looked almost too timid and shy. She had obviously opened the parcel he had
left. He wondered if she had read the note as well. What could she have
possibly made of it? Could she think he was losing his mind? He needed to push her a little in order to get an answer. And even though he
knew very little about Hermione Granger, he had never been refused an answer
from her in the past.

�I see you are
making extraordinary progress, Miss Granger. Well done,� he said as he walked
to where she was and stopped right behind her. His hips weren�t touching her
back this time but the small space between them felt even more uncomfortable.
She was waiting for him to make a move and when he did� she would give him a
piece of her mind. But, was he complementing her skills in potions? That had
never ever happened before. What was
he playing at?

�Thank you,
sir,� she replied dryly, trying to show no emotions at all. Her lower lip was
trembling slightly but she was sure he couldn�t see it from the position in
which he was standing.

�Dumbledore
will be pleased. He was looking forward to giving Madame Pomfrey her own vial
of Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent for her birthday. Those are quite rare and
difficult to make,� he whispered from behind, his breath brushing the back of
her left ear in the most erotic way.

�It�s nearly
finished now. Would you like to tell Professor Dumbledore right away, sir?� she
asked, hoping he would say yes and leave. But she would have no such luck.

�Miss Granger,
I am sure it can wait,� he stated, this time walking one step forward and
pushing his erection against her back. He rather like the way her mouth had
parted in shock.

�Professor
Snape, I hardly think this is appropriate�� she started to say but was cut
short when Severus interrupted.

��Did you use it last night?� he whispered into
her ear, moving his hips so as to rub his erection all over her ass. A soft
moan escaped her lips and he smiled, enjoying the sensation.

�No,� she answered
truthfully. She had wanted to lie, to tell him he disgusted her. But she
couldn�t. Not when a man was doing such erotic things to her body. A part of
her wanted him to stop and another part- the part that remembered him fucking
Penelope so roughly against the wall and wondered how that would feel- didn�t.

�Very well, then,�
he said, breaking apart ever so slightly, �what shall we do about that?� he
asked innocently.

She wanted to
run away as he wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her to him
entirely. Her back was pressed on his chest firmly and she could feel his
muscles contract. Her head was under his chin and she knew that if they were to
kiss, turning her head up would suffice for him to claim her mouth. So she
didn�t turn around or turn her head up or move at all. Instead she focused
entirely on his hard shaft pressed in the middle of her bum and she shivered at
the sensation. It felt very big and hard against the cloth of her robes and
even though she knew she shouldn�t, she wanted to touch it. Stretching her
right arm over his, she tried to find a way to his pelvis but failed.

�No, no, Miss
Granger. Not yet. Did you bring it?� he asked as innocently as before, his
mouth pressed entirely on her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her
spine.

�Yes,� she
answered truthfully once again, incapable of any lies.

He smiled
wickedly in triumph. His plan had worked and he felt satisfied with himself. He
was no longer the grey man that had stood bored and slightly depressed in front
of his bathroom�s mirror two months ago anymore. Hermione Granger had
captivated his sexual curiosity; she had activated his animal instincts and he
loved the feeling of being a man in control of his desires. Kissing her on the
back of the ear, he broke all physical contact and walked to his desk, sat on his
chair and crossed his arms across his chest.

�Very well,
Miss Granger,� he said after a moment of silence, �take
it out�

Hermione didn�t
hesitate. She wasn�t sure why she had always felt the need to please him-
perhaps the need to please all of her professors- but even in this bizarre
situation, the idea of refusing seemed disrespectful. Almost running to where
her bag was, she knelt on the floor and took it out, just as he had ordered. Her
heart was beating fast. Why would he want to see it? Why would he enjoy the
sight of her with a vibrator in her hand when she had offered to touch the real
thing and he had refused? Perhaps it was some kind of twisted way to humiliate
her for watching him in his privacy. She was scared but intrigued. After all,
curiosity was the reason behind everything she did and Hermione knew very well
that sometimes knowledge is dangerous and frightening. But that hadn�t kept her
off the restricted section or away from Snape�s classes, had it?

So there she was, vibrator in one hand, bag in the other one, facing
Severus Snape who was grinning quite mischievously.

�Sit,� he
requested, standing up. She hadn�t expected him to move at all so when he did,
she felt flat on the chair in front of his desk dropping her bag to the floor dramatically,
landing exactly where he had wanted her to sit. There was an empty chair next
to her and she was surprised to see him sit there. Opening his palm, he
silently asked for the vibrator back. Examining as carefully as Hermione had
done the night before, he turned his head to face her and asked, �Did you like
my present, Miss Granger?�

�It was a
strange thing to�� she started to say.

�No, Miss
Granger. I made a very simple question. I asked you whether or not you had
liked my present. This is a straight question that calls for a straight answer.
I expected boldness from a Gryffindor such as you. I cannot say I am not
disappointed,� he explained handing the vibrator back and standing up to leave,
�You are dismissed,� he said turning his head to face her one more time. Her
gaze was fixed on the floor and she was biting her lower lip- probably to
prevent it from trembling. Could he have been mistaken with Hermione Granger
all along? Could she be nothing more than a schoolgirl still? Did she lack the
curiosity of a young woman or was she was too timid to make any advance
herself? If the answers to those questions were �yes�, she truly could become a
disappointment. The next two years could be very dull indeed without all the
sexual experimentation he had planned. But as he turned to leave, he was
stopped in his tracks by Hermione Granger who was grabbing the arm of his robe
tightly, her eyes still on the floor, her cheeks slightly flushed. He smirked.

Perhaps it
wouldn�t be dull at all.

�Yes?� he asked,
arching an eyebrow.

�I did like
it,� she confessed, looking up for the first time since he had entered the
room. Her eyes were teary and puffy. She hadn�t obviously slept much. He liked
the effect he had on her, almost as if he owned her.�

�I find that
very hard to believe since you failed to use it on yourself,� he said
maliciously, taking the seat next to her once again.

�I did like
it,� she repeated.

�I think we�ve covered
that,� he stated and then added looking straight into her eyes, �Yet you failed
to use it even after watching us�

�Yes,� she
answered, turning her head to the other side, embarrassed.

�And why is
that?� he enquired, intrigued.

�Because I
don�t know how to,� she said, grabbing her vibrator firmly with one hand, her
head still turned to the other side.

�It�s rather
simple, Miss Granger. I never thought you�d be that thick,� he said, mocking
her.

�I am not. I
was afraid I�d hurt myself�,� she explained parting her legs slightly, �down
there�

�Down where?�
he asked, offering his hand, �show me�

She sighed and
turned her head to face him. Her stomach was in a knot as she grabbed his hand
and placed it between her thighs, very far away from her pussy but closer than
he�d ever been before. Her legs felt warm and she was shaking. Her breathing
was irregular and he could almost hear her heart beat furiously. He dared move
his hand up a bit, as he pressed his cheek against her head. She was still
shocked and flushed and Severus thought that she looked lovely in her innocence.
Still moving his hand up her skirt he found it warmer still but also wet. She
was dripping for his touch. If there was ever a cure for a mid-life crisis,
Severus reminded himself, this was surely it.

�Miss Granger,
you are wet,� he whispered near her ear as he finally reached her damp knickers
and started caressing the fabric softly, �very wet�

�Sir, please��
she begged arching her back and letting her head fall backwards, �please��

�Please what,
Miss Granger?� he asked evilly, �Do you want me to show you how to use this
little device I provided you with last night? Do you want to pleasure
yourself?�

It wasn�t
exactly what she had in mind but anything would do at this point.

�Yes, sir. Please, teach me� she whispered in between
moans as he slipped a finger through the elastic of her knickers.

�Very well,� he
whispered as he took his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. In only a
second, Hermione found herself without robes and skirt but still clothed with
her shirt, bra and knickers. Looking down she saw his hand between her legs,
his finger visible through the fabric and she moaned. It was the most erotic
thing she had ever seen in her life, �now, Miss Granger, with your right hand
bring the vibrator near your underwear,� he explained.

Seconds
afterwards, the small white vibrator was rippling in her hand.

�I see you have
found the way to make it vibrate. That�s wonderful, Miss Granger. Now, if you
please, bring it near my finger�,� he said pressing his index finger on her
clit which make her moan loudly and almost lose control of her hands, �and rub the
tip slightly from outside your knickers� he commanded as he took his finger out
of her underwear to watch her do it herself.

Just as he had
expected, she obediently rubbed her clit for a few seconds before shivering in
anticipation. She had been so wet that minor stimulation was enough to bring
her close to orgasm. He, then, got two fingers through the elastic this time
and teased her entrance. She parted her legs even wider to give him full access.
She was so ready and his erection was so obviously painful it would only take
him seconds to make them both cum. But it wouldn�t do to fuck her now. She had
to want him without the aid of this little device that, useful as it was, paled
in comparison to the real thing. She, however, seemed to be having a
spectacular time as Severus slide one finger in and out, then two, while she massaged
her clit with the vibrator he had given her the night before.

She opened her
eyes when he took them both out and put them into her mouth so she would taste
herself on his fingers. She was shocked and sickened by the whole thing but
accepted his offer anyway. What else was there for her to do? Bite his fingers
off when she was obviously close to cumming? She sucked them hard and, to her
surprise, didn�t find the taste at all repelling. It was strong but it tasted
of sex and it was very arousing that he would feed her own juices to her. He
grinned at the sight of a very excited Hermione Granger wiping his fingers
clean with her tongue. �

�Now,� he said
parting her knickers aside so she could finally please herself with his small
gift, �you will slowly insert this device into yourself. Do not worry,� he
whispered in her ear, then licked it, �I won�t allow
you to hurt yourself in any way�

Bending her
head back, she teased her entrance with the tip of her vibrator and sighed. It
wasn�t nearly enough. Slowly Severus saw how her pussy devoured the entire toy
leaving only the base out. Her mouth was opened slightly and he felt like
kissing her, but decided against it. Instead he said:

�Now thrust in
and out, Miss Granger. Bring yourself to orgasm. Think about what you saw last
night� did you like it?� he asked rubbing her clit furiously as she fucked
herself with the vibrator, �did you enjoy watching me fuck another woman?� purred
in her ear, �did you like it when I pulled her hair and make her moan, Miss
Granger? Were you aroused at the thought of me watching you as you climaxed? Now
you have the chance to make me see it. Make yourself
cum,� he said caressing her tits over her shirt. Her nipples were hard and she
was sweaty. Her neck tasted salty and sweet at the same time and he loved her
smell. Oh, yes. He loved every single centimetre of her body and he would soon
taste all of her, but not now, even if his pants were already filled with his
own cum. He had ejaculated like a fifteen year old but he didn�t mind at all as
long as she did too.

�Yes, Severus,
Oh� yes,� she said through moans as she pushed the vibrator in an out. After a
few thrusts, she came moaning loudly, her body shivering like a leaf, her face
red, her body sweaty and all the way to her knees wet.

He kissed her
neck and brushed his nose against her skin as she let the vibrator roll to the
floor. Moving her free hand she caressed the top of his head, playing with his
hair, not minding the grease at all.

This time,
however, Hermione Granger did have a very distinctive smile on her face as she
usually did after an orgasm. And even though that smile was completely for
Severus Snape�s benefit, she didn�t mind. He deserved it after all.

***

A/N: Many
thanks to my betas Beth, Leigh and Melissa. They are wonderful in so many ways
I�d have to write a story for each one of them in order for you to truly
understand what their input means to me. They put up with my bad writing and
with the countless of emails I send them every week asking for revisions,
sending more chapters or just quitting on the whole story entirely. Instead of
being discouraged by this, these girls are my biggest fans and they inspire me
to write more and more everyday. To you girls, this chapter, these lemons and
this love story.

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Thanks for your wonderful reviews! I�ve seen that many of you have added this
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