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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: I’ve been writing furiously today to try to get a chapter up for those of you who need a bit of a diversion from the real world. I hope it helps. DSx
Kvarta – ‘a small part of "food for the thought" to chew on’ – I’m glad you enjoy the internal dilemmas that these characters are facing. Nothing is very clear cut in life so I don’t like to make it so in writing. ‘Brats, all of them, self-centered brats’ – hahah – well there’s that of course – plus the notion that he’s already sacrificing himself in the name of HP’s mother. ‘She is in a frenzied overdrive atm – well she must have been with me today as I certainly felt possessed! I’m off on holidays in a week and a half so I’ll give her back to you then :)
OO – ‘And it really makes the funny lines pop’ – that’s a really good point. I’ll be conscious of that from now on. ‘Nobody wants a grudge fuck’ – this is true – unless it’s from Snape of course J ‘I hope they find some common ground and wind up lessening the sting of war for one another’ – I like that. I feel like I could have used that to beef up story summary. I am so shit at those. I would love to see you ‘snort yourself hoarse’ too – but not for too long, otherwise you couldn’t sing and your singing is da bomb! x
Fox – Sorry to hear you’re in a gloomy mood. This probably isn’t the fic to help you with that. Although I’m glad you popped over to read ‘An hour of Snape’ and it was able to lighten things for you. ‘Nothing, that spreading my legs for Snape wouldn't fix, trust me’ – bahahah! Believe me, I trust you! ‘I intend to read your other stories too’ – excellent, I loved hearing from you x
Missus G – Glad you enjoyed the oneshot and this one so far. Hope it keeps you interested.

Chapter 3 – Taking Orders

What—no mood lighting? No Barry White? Hermione stood in the doorway to the Potions classroom. She had been on tenterhooks all day and was now almost delirious with fatigue. She’d not managed to consume anything but a cup of tea at dinner time and now felt so fragile and pissed off that the sarcastic voice in her head was rolling out lines like a seasoned stand-up.
Even though she hadn’t knocked before entering, Snape suddenly emerged from a door on the far side of the room. Maybe he’d been waiting for her. Or maybe she’d tripped his wards. Whatever, the result was still the same, they were facing off on opposite sides of his dingy, cold classroom and all Hermione wanted to do was get the hell out of there.
“Miss Granger.” His words were less a greeting and more an acknowledgement of the stand-off.
Regardless, she didn’t care to exchange pleasantries. There was nothing pleasant about it.
“Where do you want me?” She ambled into the room, arms still crossed, letting the door bang closed behind her.
He remained stock-still. Everything except for his hand. Hermione noticed his thumbnail curling around to glide across the cuticle of his ring finger. He was thinking. And uncomfortable. Well, at least he appeared to possess some basic human emotions. This situation was abysmal.
“I thought, perhaps, my quarters would be appropriate.” His eyes flickered toward the door behind him.
His quarters? His bed? That was hardly neutral territory. And it wasn’t as though they were in a relationship—or even having a fling. No, this deserved to be done in a manner that reflected the cold, emotionless approach by which it had been conceived.
“I’d prefer to stay here.”
She had complained earlier about losing her virginity in a dungeon but it now seemed appropriate. Detached. Passionless.
His fingers stilled but even from this distance she could see his chest rising and falling more forcefully. Hermione realised that whilst she was wielding the power in this interaction, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t really hurt her. He was a former Death Eater—he would have done all sorts of things to all sorts of people. He was under no obligation to treat her in any particular way now that she’d agreed. In fact, he could also do whatever he liked and simply Obliviate her.
And that was her worst fear. She was petrified of being Obliviated. It was an imprecise magic and could cause all sorts of fragmentation. She would prefer to remember something traumatic than be Obliviated because of it.
And so she wouldn’t be traumatised. She would show that she could take whatever he threw at her. But she also had no intention of being submissive in all this. It was her body and she would choose the manner in which he engaged with it—which was preferably as little as physically possible.
He was unbuttoning his frock coat. And slowly approaching her. As his fingers flicked nimbly down his chest, each unhurried step caused his eyes to glint eerily in the low torchlight.
When he reached his desk, he tugged briskly at each sleeve before shrugging the entire garment from his shoulders and tossing it onto the desk. Sweeping a hand across it, he transfigured the material into something thicker, more cushioned, before turning back to her and flipping open the cuff buttons on his shirt.
“Shall we make a start then?” he muttered.
Hermione hesitated. Should she be undressing too? There didn’t seem to be a lot of point. She’d kept her uniform on so he could simply lift her skirt, avoiding engaging in any awkward trouser-removal ceremony. No. She’d remain fully clothed. He might even be able to just pull her knickers aside and get in that way. Then she could simply flip her skirt back down and be out the door without so much as a backward glance.
She walked as casually as possible over to the desk but felt unable to uncross her arms, it was just too exposing. And by the time she finally reached him, she knew she looked haughty and defiant but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
His eyes searched her face for a moment before he reached out a hand toward her. His fingertips only just brushed her sleeve before she stepped backwards, turned and leaned over the desk. Reaching behind her, she yanked her skirt up to expose her knickers before propping her elbows on his transfigured coat.
“Just make it quick,” she snapped, not looking at him.
He exhaled loudly through his nose. Then silence.
She was beyond reasoning. He could see that. No matter how this was dressed up, she was clearly unwilling. She was a virgin for Merlin’s sake. But unfortunately at this point there were few, if any, other options available.
If he did what she wanted him to do, he would hurt her—badly. But she didn’t want to be touched. He could understand her reticence to engage any more than necessary, but he would need to at least touch her if either of them were going to get anywhere.
Moving around the desk to stand behind her, he reached down and placed his fingertips against her bare thigh before tracing them lightly upwards. Her entire body tensed.
He rested his hand gently on her hip. It was going to be very difficult to do anything with her like this—but he definitely wouldn’t be making the mistake of asking her to ‘relax’ again.
“Miss Granger.”
Hermione had her head bent over her forearms, bracing herself for impact.
“Mmm,” she grunted.
“Do you, perhaps, have a memory of a place? Somewhere peaceful. Not necessarily a favourite but somewhere you felt . . . comfortable?”
She didn’t respond.
His words continued to roll slowly off his tongue. “Can I ask that you take yourself to that place now? Imagine standing there, listening to the sounds you heard in the past. Perhaps a light breeze is blowing, perhaps you are warm. Think about how your body felt there, how you were breathing, the sensations on your skin.”
He allowed a few moments for his words to sink in and then started.
This time he reached down and placed both hands on the outsides of her thighs, tracing them gradually upwards before sliding them around to the front and allowing his thumbs to curl around her inner thigh. She stiffened again, but this time the tension rose and subsided like a wave.
Her hips were practically welded to the desk, so he skimmed his hands up her sides before sliding them around the front of her shirt to cup both breasts. Her head tilted forward but she didn’t rebuff him so he proceeded to trace his thumbs lightly over both nipples. He felt them firm after only a few passes. Perhaps there was hope yet. Grasping each one gently between his thumbs and index fingers, he rolled and tugged until he heard a soft moan.
Drawing one finger down the front of her shirt, he Wandlessly released the buttons before uncoupling the clasp at the front of her bra. Now her breasts hung freely and he was able to feel their weight, the pebbles of her nipples tickling the centre of each palm.
And that’s when he felt it. A bold surge of blood shooting forth to infuse his cock. He sighed. Sufficiently preparing Miss Granger hadn’t been his only concern. The circumstances surrounding the decree were as unerotic as he could possibly imagine. He’d been unsure of whether he would even be able to perform as required.
But as he explored her firm mounds with his fingers, their warmth radiating into him, the aroused peaks of her nipples further stiffening under his fingertips, he had to admit that, as far as choices went, the Order could have done worse than Miss Granger. The feeling clearly wasn’t mutual but she was responding to his touch and that’s as much as he could ask for.
The rasp of her shallow breaths and her thudding heartbeat beneath his palm assured him that they’d made progress. He only hoped that it extended to the place that it was required most. Withdrawing with some reluctance from her breasts, he leaned back and slipped his fingers under the waistline of her knickers.
She curled her head forward then, and made a small noise that sounded like “Ghhh.” But there was no more, so he continued. Quickly, he peeled her knickers down over her hips before removing them with a seam-splitting spell and shoving them into the pocket of his trousers. It seemed like a better idea that tossing them nonchalantly aside—this definitely wasn’t a time for nonchalance of any sort.
Rubbing his hands over the smooth globes of her cheeks, he made the mistake of glancing down, seeing his fingers curling into her pliant flesh. He immediately felt himself turn hard. He’d seen a variety of arses in his time but hers was incredible—like a smooth, round peach, taut and firm and creamy and . . .
Shit. He needed to be careful. She was here in service to the Order. A sexual service, but a service nonetheless. There was to be nothing more he admonished himself, as he gradually released her buttocks from his grasp.
Drawing a steadying breath, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He slipped between her legs, gliding a finger along the seam of her lips. And finally felt himself relax. She was wet. Not flooding, but well on the way. He was confident that his final plan would get her to where she needed to be.
“I would ask that you lie on the desk now please, Miss Granger.”
She lifted her head but didn’t turn to look at him. “Why?”
“So that I can . . .” He cleared his throat. “So that I may assist you to . . . further . . .”
Hermione shook her head. “I’m staying right here. Just use your hands or something.”
“Or . . . something?”
“Use your hands.”
It would have to do.
“Would you . . . could you possibly . . . broaden your stance?”
Hermione huffed and slid her feet outwards.
He leaned down and proceeded to carefully slide his hand into her from behind. Exploring forward, he found the swollen nub of her clitoris, nudging and jostling it with his fingertips until he heard that ragged breathing again. Then he slipped back and dipped his fingers into her opening, sliding the lubrication around before returning to stimulate her clitoris. She was rocking ever so slightly into his palm—another promising sign.
He would have preferred not to take her from behind, he had less control over the depth of penetration but it seemed she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Withdrawing his hand, he proceeded to undo his fly with a sweep of his fingers and reached in to release his straining cock. Delivering a few firm strokes to distribute the blood that had pooled with its uncomfortable constriction against the seam of his trousers, he realised he was going to have to lift her a bit to get her to the right height.
“Miss Granger.”
She sighed before responding. “Yes.”
“I’m going to . . . enter you now. It might hurt a—”
“I’m aware.”
“And . . . I might have to lift you up a fraction.”
“I don’t care,” she replied sharply.
He raised his eyebrows, before giving a brief nod for his own benefit. She clearly wasn’t planning to make any of this easy for him.
Hooking one arm under her pelvis, he tilted her, using the other to glide the head of his cock between her folds, coating it in arousal. Placing his bulbous helmet at the small cleft of her entrance, he tamped down all of the misgivings that his conscience was currently hurling at him. Neither of them wanted this. They were both victims. It just felt like a slightly disingenuous claim as he watched his precum dribbling enthusiastically into her slot.
You have no choice. Just fucking do it!
Maintaining his grasp on the base of his member, he pushed into her a small distance, feeling her buttocks and thighs stiffen in response. He halted until he felt her relax, then resumed. Despite the considerable resistance, he nudged into her, a fraction at a time, withdrawing when he heard her rapid inhalations. Then he’d begin again, pushing and stretching her until he felt himself pass through the constriction and enter her slick channel.
She hadn’t been particularly vocal but he noticed that she’d buried her face in her crook of her arm, and suspected she was covering her discomfort. He continued to take his time, using his hand to assist each instroke against what was still an incredibly tight fit. Eventually he was able to remove his hand and began thrusting in deeper on each incursion. At some point he realised that he was almost completely buried within her and the sensation of being clamped inside her hot, wet sheath, began to feel decidedly sublime.
Slipping his hand around the front of her hip, he felt around for her clitoris. He’d only just begun massaging it when her fingers descended upon his, yanking them away.
“Don’t,” she growled at him from under her armpit.
He wasn’t in any space to argue and so returned his hands to her hips, lifting her a little higher before plunging in more emphatically. Her mouth closed around her fist but he could still hear her stifled moans as he thrust into her.
The coil of tension began to wind deep inside him, driving him to pump even harder until he was slapping rhythmically against her backside.
“Fuck!” she hissed but he was too close to stop.
A dying moan escaped him as his balls exploded, his seed shooting into her. And the effects of the enchantment suddenly made itself known, a jolt of electricity fizzing through his member, indicating that it had been fulfilled. The sensation of both were such a relief that he found himself rubbing her, massaging her hips and buttocks as the final twitches spasmed through his cock.
Which is why he was so shocked when she suddenly thrust herself backwards, almost knocking him over before lunging away, clutching her shirt together around her heaving chest. Her face was tear-stained and her lips trembling.
“Tell Professor Dumbledore the enchantment has been ‘fulfilled’.” Her voice was raw and guttural.
Then she turned and quickly strode toward the door.
“Miss Granger,” Snape called urgently.
She didn’t stop until she’d grasped the handle, finally turning to glare at him.
“You need to take a contraceptive potion.” He held the bottle in his hand.
“I thought it was supposed to be ‘unprotected’ intercourse,” she sneered, gripping the front of her shirt with white-knuckled fists.
“As long as it’s out of your system before next time.”
“Next time?” She shook her head in disgust. “I can’t fucking wait. Owl it to me,” she snarled. And was gone.
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