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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Alright, now let's see if Hermione succeeds in putting her plan of being 'taught' by Snape again into action... ^^
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A big thanks to my conscientious beta 'WolfInTheShadows' for all the additional background research work she does for me! Being not too familiar with the whole canon Potterverse myself, I'd often be lost without her. You're GREAT, my dear! ;)

Chapter Three - 'Demons Of The Past (Part Two)'

Quickly recollecting her original intention of coming to the dungeons, Hermione was grateful when Professor Snape addressed her. "So, Miss Granger...I can't help but repeat Mr Malfoy's question concerning our reason for being back at Hogwarts." He gestured for her to have a seat on one of the two wing chairs that sat in front of his fireplace.

Clearing her mind Hermione sank into the enormous chair. "Well, Sir..." She felt her heartbeat increase. "...I'm here at the request of Headmistress McGonagall. She kindly asked me to help her with categorising and un-warding some of the items that have recently been found in that mysterious secret chamber." Hermione tried hard to make her statement sound casual.

"Yes, I've heard about that. If the rumours are true, it must be quite a discovery."

Hermione arched a brow. "You haven't had a look at it yet?"

"No. Minerva is quite secretive about it. You should consider yourself lucky to be chosen to help her." Hermione realised that it was indeed an enormous favour which Minerva had granted her. "Firewhisky?" Snape asked Hermione, fetching two shot glasses and a bottle from the liquor cabinet before sitting down on the chair opposite her.

Usually Hermione didn't drink, but since she knew that the alcohol would calm her mind a bit, she gratefully accepted the offer. Furthermore, it gave her the good feeling that the professor, in contrast to others, evidently considered her a mature adult. Otherwise, she guessed, he would never offer her a drink. "Yes, please."

Carefully sipping at the strong alcohol, she remembered the book that was sitting in her bag. It was a very rare first edition of 'Warlock at War*' by Brutus Malfoy, which had been incredibly hard to get hold of and had cost her quite some effort to get. She knew it might be regarded a rather silly gesture to give to Snape as a gift, but still Hermione hadn't wanted to come here empty-handed.

"Um, before I forget..." She said, rummaging in her bag. "...I brought something along I thought you might be interested in, Sir. I guess it would fit nicely into your collection of rare books, don't you think?"

Handing the book over, Hermione eagerly waited for a, as she secretly hoped, impressed reaction from Snape. Thumbing through the book casually, the wizard finally arched a brow in suspicion. "This is indeed a very rare book, Miss Granger. Not even Lucius has one and after all, it was his ancestor that wrote it. Why would you want me to have it?" Hermione simply shrugged.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of bribe?" He continued in a somewhat accusing tone.

Bribe?

Even though that thought had never crossed Hermione's mind she had to admit that it could actually be understood as such. And still, it enraged her.

God dammit! So much for trying to be nice!

"No." Hermione exclaimed, trying to pry the book out of his hands but wasn't quick enough. "I was not trying to bribe you!" Her pretty face contorted in anger as she started up from her chair. "If you don't want the bloody book, fine. Give it back then!" She demanded insistently.

Being taken aback by Miss Granger's sudden outburst and foul language, Professor Snape seriously wondered what might have happened to change her temper like that. Such an emotional overreaction had been totally atypical for the formerly always polite and obliging Gryffindor princess! Where did all that anger come from? There had to be a lot of bitterness bubbling beneath the surface to blow her top so easily. Hm. Interesting.

"Well, in that case..." He tried to calm things down. "...I apologise for scrutinising your motives." Hermione relaxed a bit and slumped back into her chair. "Thank you for the book, Miss Granger. I appreciate it."

Hermione calmed down. "You're welcome." She replied a bit too clipped, hastily downing her Firewhisky.

Oh, what a nice first impression I made! Silly me!

Harrumphing, the dark wizard picked up the conversation again, leaning back in his green wing chair. "So, Miss Granger, given the fact that I heard you correctly earlier, you wished to talk to me about some...private matter I believe?"

Hermione swallowed. This was the moment of truth. Shifting uncomfortably, she began forming her initial request in a surprisingly confident voice. "Well, yes, Sir. I came to you in hope for...a continuation of our original agreement on those private lessons you gave me in my seventh year." Hermione bit her lower lip as she nervously waited for a reply. Long seconds passed and all that could be heard was the crackling of the fireplace next to them. Snape hadn't answered her bold question yet, but seemed to be considering her words carefully.

Hermione drew a breath and continued, trying to make her request more tempting for him. "As before, there'd be no strings attached to you, no obligations. Don't worry, I'm not expecting any sloppy sentimentality on your part." Hermione paused for effect.

Even if I wished for it profoundly...

"All I ask of you is..." She continued, desperately searching for the right words to put this decently. "...to encourage those well...not exactly commonplace urges of mine and teach me how to deal with them properly. Enjoy them. I want to embrace my darker nature instead of repressing and denying it any longer. I'm sick and tired of pretending to be what everybody else wants me to be but never actually...me."

Snape tilted his head, still listening attentively.

Straightening, she locked eyes with her former professor and firmly stated. "Sir, I beg you to fuck me again. Thoroughly and roughly. Please."

Hermione had finally let the cat out of the bag.

Snape snorted in amusement at Hermione's outright request. So she had indeed become the little closet masochist he had suspected her to be one day. The indicators had been rather clear ten years ago, but still, sometimes this kind of inclination disappeared over the years, once the hormone overdose of puberty would vanish. In Hermione's case it appeared to have never left, on the contrary. Now that was excellent news...

Time for a little teasing.

"So the idea of being manhandled still appeals to you, Miss Granger?" He asked silkily. Hermione nodded, a small smile curling her lips. "Yes, Professor. Greatly."

"Now tell me, just when did you decide on giving up on your manners?" Snape asked curiously.

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione blinked in confusion.

"Your foul language, Miss Granger. If you still were my student I would have deducted a grave amount of house points from Gryffindor for your repeated sauciness."

Hermione frowned. Meanwhile, she was so used to be aggressive and flippant in situations in which she felt wronged that she didn't even realised this subconscious defence instinct kicking in...

Blimey.

"Um, collateral damage I suppose..." She quickly answered Snape's question truthfully, shrugging. Shuddering inwardly, she remembered a few of the battles, verbal and non-verbal, between her and her former partners. So, in some way, it was their fault that she got that aggressive over the years in order to prevent herself from having her feelings hurt.

"I see." Snape nodded, satisfied with the explanation for now. "Which brings me to my second point..." The professor poured himself another Firewhisky. "I am not your professor anymore..." He continued, sensing her confusion over his statement. "...nor are you my student. Given this fact, I'm afraid it's impossible to continue our mutual teacher/student agreement..."

Hermione was thinking hard.

Damn, I hadn't thought about that!

Wriggling her hands, she came up with a counterproposal. "But...we could still pretend, couldn't we, Professor?"

Once more, an instant answer was withheld from her. Hermione hated that. Feeling wronged again, she instinctively went into protection-mode. "Or do you no longer see yourself capable of meeting my urges since you now fancy men over women?" Hermione exclaimed, in a surprisingly nasty and shrill tone.

Professor Snape almost chocked on his drink. That insolent little chit! He would knock that nonsense out of her when the time was right; showing her thoroughly what he was capable of! For the time being, however, he tried hard not to let her provoke him. After all, he could see her reasoning after meeting Lucius in his private chambers. She had had a pretty shocked look on her face...

"Firstly, you cheeky little Miss..." He replied threateningly. "...even if I would prefer men over women that would be none of your business." Intimidatingly, he was now towering over her and Hermione felt a fresh gush of wanton desires soak her panties.

"Secondly..." He continued, suddenly turning away from her; absent-mindedly staring into the fire. "...what happens between Lucius and me is a Death Eater remnant of the Dark Revels..." The moment he had uttered the last two words, Snape regretted it.

The Dark Revels?

Hermione had heard of the Dark Revels, however, only behind closed doors. Those gatherings were an infamous myth and no non-participant ever knew exactly what had been going on when the Dark Lord had summoned all his trusted followers for "partying". Soon, rumours had made the rounds. Rumours on human sacrifices, Inca-style; the poor victims, preferably female virgins, having their hearts cut out alive. Also, rumours on collective torture, abuse and sexual assaults, but no victim had ever lived to tell of their fate. Nevertheless, not once had Hermione heard of Death Eaters abusing each other...

Is he lying in order to not have to admit he's turned gay?

In the beginning, hardly anyone had taken those rumours seriously; considering those tales horror stories to scare children. But then, opponents of Voldemort had started to disappear frequently. Adults. Members of the Order. School colleagues of Hermione, boys and girls alike. Even whole families were never to be seen again. From then on the Dark Revels had become a matter over which a veil of silence had been drawn.

Sure thing, that Snape's last remark intrigued Hermione's curiosity greatly. "What happened at the Dark Revels, Sir?" She asked, excited.

He dismissively waved his hand, not turning around. "Nothing. You wouldn't understand anyway..."

Hermione arched an eyebrow. She knew from experience that there was no way to get that certain piece of information out of the professor unless he decided to share it freely. Which he obviously didn't.

Or he's simply trying to distract me from that sexual orientation thing?

Crossing her arms in a defiant fashion, Hermione broke the silence. "I don't believe you."

Arms akimbo, Professor Snape spun around; his dark eyes flashing dangerously at Hermione, whose heart skipped a beat instantly. "Did you just have the temerity to call me a liar?"

"It would seem so." She replied, holding his withering look best she could. Like in slow motion, Hermione suddenly felt a sharp tug on her bushy hair, then being dragged out of the cosy wing chair, towards the waist-high cabinet which stood against the wall next to the fireplace. She gasped, but didn't protest.

"Time to compel some respect from you, don't you think?" Snape growled menacingly, instantly leaving Hermione in a state of shock but evenly in gleeful anticipation.

As Snape cleared everything off the cabinet in a swift movement, Hermione heard the high-pitched sound of glass shattering on the floor plus the thud of several other items. She didn't know it was just a few empty phials and a bit of bric-a-brac; nothing a 'Reparo' couldn't fix afterwards. Furthermore, the professor could tell that this little caveman-like interlude contributed greatly to the dramatic aspect of the situation; doubtlessly fuelling Hermione's carnal desires even more.

Before long, she found herself uplifted by the hips and easily placed upon the now empty surface of the narrow cabinet.

Her breathing hitched rapidly as Professor Snape stepped into her, parting her thighs. The heavy, treacherous scent of her arousal must have pervaded the entire room as every fibre of her body longed desperately for that age-old connection...

Poor Hermione was completely lost in the mesmerising eyes of the man that had efficiently haunted her dreams for over a decade when she heard him whisper an angry 'Divesto'...

The spell left them both in their birthday suit, giving Hermione shivers when the cold air hit her. A longing sigh escaped the young woman's lips when she felt the rigid, throbbing member of her former professor prodding at her soaking and overly well lubricated entrance. Everything around her blurred before Hermione's eyes as Snape unceremoniously thrust into her to the hilt; that sudden feeling of utter fulfilment, making Hermione's face contort in an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. Wrapping her arms and legs around him frantically, she clung to the dark wizard as if her very life depended on it. Hermione seemed like a starved woman.

The Potions Master found his trademark rhythm; steadily and mercilessly ploughing into the soft body of his former student, incited by Hermione's never ending sounds of pleasure. She didn't even try to hold them back decently and it was a pleasant surprise to the Professor that the girl had actually become rather vocal over the years.

"Merlin, you have no idea how much I missed you...missed that." Hermione moaned breathlessly regaining her ability to think straight for a short moment.

Lifting Hermione up without any great effort, Snape moved her away from the support of the cabinet and braced her directly against the wall. Now that her weight rested solely on Snape's forearms and strong hands, Hermione was definitely in for some bruises on her arse and upper thighs.

Not that she minded...

The rough surface of the stone wall worked the delicate skin of Hermione's back like sandpaper with every pitiless thrust without a doubt making her skin break here and there. Once again, she didn't mind. That intoxicating sting of pain only fuelled her lecherous feelings even more.

Was it sick to feel that way? Even if, she didn't give a shit about it. Hermione had to go without a proper human touch for so long she simply didn't care anymore if what she did was right, wrong, decent, pervy, whatever. The only thing of importance was that it felt good. And hell, it did!

Out of instinct she feverishly dug her fingernails in Snape's exposed back, eliciting a guttural growl from him, as she fell over the edge eventually. Within seconds Snape followed and Hermione welcomed the warm sticky fluid that now filled her in spurts.

Eyes fluttering shut, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so alive and free of frustration, as if any anguish of mind had been washed away by this earth-shaking relief.

Carefully, the professor let go of her thighs, Hermione slumping down slowly onto the rug on the floor.

Looking up to Snape, Hermione asked with a satisfied smirk. "Request accepted, I presume?"

Furrowing a brow, he helped her up. "It would seem so. Now let me see your back." Turning her around as soon as she was back on her feet, he examined the angry scratches and abrasions that now graced her entire back. Touching them, Hermione jerked.

"Hm. We need to take care of that." Professor Snape diagnosed. "Follow me please, will you?" Hermione complied, following him into his bedroom on wobbly legs. Snape headed for the medicine cabinet to get some healing potion while Hermione couldn't resist letting herself fall on her stomach onto Snape's inviting and temptingly cosy looking four poster bed. Her eyes became heavy and she yawned heartily.

Returning from the medicine cabinet in the adjacent small bathroom, Snape found Hermione lying on his bed; prone, outstretched...and still naked. Shaking his head with a silent chuckle, he sat down at the edge of the bed and started applying the healing lotion upon Hermione's back.

"Ouch!" She called out, however, neither moving nor opening her eyes.

"This will take away the sting..." Snape explained, thoroughly slathering her with the lotion. "...but not the scratches and cracks themselves. If you..." Hermione cut him off. "I don't mind them. They will remind me in the morning that this hasn't been just another dream..."

And with that Hermione was sound asleep.

A/N: Hehehe, now that's what I call stress-relief...^^ Nice reunion, eh? But why is Snape so secretive about the 'Dark Revels'? Hmmmm...

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*'Warlock At War': This book really exists in the world of JKR and has been mentioned in 'Beedle The Bard'.
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