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Twenty Four Hours	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10678 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so. Original Characters are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 2
- 3
- 4
Hermione’s heart sank as she saw the peeling green paint on the door ahead of her. She sighed and debated for a moment whether to leave but knew in all good conscience that she couldn’t. The expectations of not only her team but the other four teams around the world who had been working so hard to find a cure for the virus meant she had no choice but to enter this dreadful house and spend the next twenty-four hours doing whatever that bastard, Severus Snape, demanded of her, however objectionable those demands might turn out to be.
For a moment her mind drifted to Ron and her heart sank even further at the thought of what she was doing to him, even if he would never know about it. He had no idea what her meeting to finalise the arrangements for Severus’ joining the research team was going to consist of although to be fair, neither did she. But she was certain that with Severus making the demands, at the very least it would be embarrassing and degrading and possibly even downright painful.
Hermione was already feeling uncomfortable with the way she was dressed, specified in a letter from Severus in response to the one she had sent him agreeing to his terms and which she had burnt in disgust when she had read his requirements.
When she had left Spinner’s End on the day she had tried unsuccessfully to recruit him to her team, Hermione had intended never to return and wanted nothing more than to forget the disgusting ex-Potions Master even existed. But events at the laboratory had contrived to give her no choice but to reconsider his demand. Word of her attempt to get to him to help had spread to the other teams via her eager team and because of this, expectations had been raised across the world.
Even this wouldn’t have been enough to see Hermione risking her marriage by spending twenty-four hours satiating Severus’ filthy desires, but then there was a real breakthrough with the cure for the virus and suddenly the entire playing field had changed. Effectively following up on the lead their counterparts in Bulgaria had discovered required money and time, and Hermione’s team had none of either left and no possibility of getting further funding without Severus there to give the Minister for Magic reassurance that any future money would be well spent.
Hermione was annoyed that their funding relied on a pervert who quite clearly had no compassion or interest in saving lives, but with the Bulgarian lead looking more hopeful than anything they had achieved in the previous two years and knowing that Severus’ expertise would be vital as would his potion-brewing skills, she’d had no choice but to send him an owl, extremely reluctantly agreeing to his demands.
So here she was, standing outside his front door, trying to pluck up the courage to knock and face the consequences of the next twenty-four hours. Hermione knew the time would start from the moment she entered the house but now she was here it seemed like an eternity and one that she might never escape. If only there was some other way . . . but there wasn’t, and standing outside worrying about it wasn’t getting her anywhere closer to getting it over and done with.
Hermione took a deep breath and lifted the knocker then dropped it, the noise making her stomach roil as she waited for the ex-teacher to answer the door. She had just lifted the knocker a second time when the door opened and Severus was staring at her with a smug grin that Hermione had the urge to punch off his stupid face.
‘Ah, Hermione. Good to see you’re so eager,’ he said smoothly, and Hermione couldn’t help but shiver. Severus stood back as he opened the door wider to allow her inside the dingy house. ‘Come on in and we’ll get started.’
Hermione’s stomach flipped again as she crossed the threshold, knowing that whatever happened within the next twenty-four hours she was unable to do anything to stop it now that she had willingly entered Severus’ home.
As she moved deeper into the living room, a whole raft of ideas of things he might want to do with her bombarded her mind but she pushed them away, praying silently to herself that he wouldn’t be too harsh with her. Surely it was enough that she was going to have to have sex with him, wasn’t it?
Severus closed the door and moved towards her, his hand outstretched as he studied her appraisingly. Hermione stared at him blankly, not sure what he was after.
‘I’ll need your wand,’ he said, his voice matter-of-fact.
Hermione started to refuse automatically, but then remembered that she had no choice but to do as she was asked. With a sigh, she opened her handbag and withdrew her wand, passing it to Severus and hoping he wouldn’t do anything to it. She had owned her wand since she had started school; it had helped her through all sorts of troubles and she was extremely attached to it, plus she didn’t want to have to go to the trouble or expense of having to get a new one.
‘I’ll be keeping hold of this just to be on the safe side,’ Severus told her, and he studied her wand interestedly for a moment before putting it in his jacket pocket with his own. ‘You can have it back when the twenty-four hours is up.
‘Before we start, are you sure you want to go through with this? I give you this one last opportunity to change your mind, Hermione. After this, there will be no more chances. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without complaint, or you will be punished. Refuse to accept the punishment and our time together will be over and I will not join you on your project, regardless of how much of the twenty-four hours is up or how many other people attempt to court me for my help. Do you understand?’
Hermione found she suddenly couldn’t speak as terror at what was to follow invaded her entire body. Knowing she had to give an answer, she nodded.
‘I don’t know what that means,’ Severus told her harshly. ‘Are you content to continue or do you want to leave?’
‘Continue,’ Hermione forced out, her voice no higher than a whisper.
Severus appeared pleased with her response. He glanced at his watch.
‘Good. So it’s now just after midday. Your period of submission will be over at midday tomorrow.’ He studied Hermione’s anxious face for a moment. ‘Are you dressed as I requested?’
Hermione nodded again. Severus waved his hand to indicate that she should remove her coat and with trembling hands she did as he asked.
‘You look very nice, I like that outfit,’ Severus told her approvingly as she revealed the same suit and blouse she had been wearing the last time she visited him. ‘Lift your skirt please,’ he added.
Hermione gazed at him balefully but grasped the edges of the tight skirt and pulled it up a little.
‘Higher,’ he said, his voice sounding even smugger now.
Hermione didn’t want to look at him and see the expression on his face. She was already feeling nauseated despite the fact Severus’ requests so far were tame — they hadn’t even really got started yet. She pulled the skirt up further, revealing the tops of her stockings and the tiny knickers she was wearing.
‘Beautiful,’ Severus whispered happily as he gazed at Hermione, his arousal flaring as her creamy thighs encased in gorgeous flesh-coloured stockings were revealed to him, the sacred triangle between her legs covered by a tiny scrap of pale pink silk edged with white lace. Hermione looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, which for some reason excited him even more.
‘Sit down and I’ll get the tea,’ Severus said, and he indicated the sofa.
Hermione stared at him in surprise.
‘What’s the matter, don’t you want a cup of tea?’ he asked. ‘Would you prefer something else instead?’
‘No, tea’s fine,’ Hermione said, sounding a little shaken.
As Severus left the room Hermione pulled her skirt back down and sat down on the sofa, folding up her coat and placing it next to her along with her handbag. She had no idea what was happening but Severus was clearly trying to discombobulate her, presumably to put her off her guard. She wasn’t entirely sure what she had expected him to do, but making her a cup of tea certainly wasn’t it.
By the time he returned bearing the tray with the tea things Hermione was no less confused nor did she feel any more comfortable. She knew there had to be a reason for Severus wanting her to wear her sexiest underwear and stockings and she was sure holding her skirt up to show him wasn’t going to be the full extent of their interaction.
What was he going to find for her to do for twenty-four hours in this dingy little house? She couldn’t even begin to imagine unless he was going to allow her to sleep for some of it. That probably wouldn’t be so bad and might even take up a good-sized chunk of the allotted time she had to spend with him, but Hermione suspected that sleep wasn’t going to be playing a huge role in their time together, even though she had a horrible feeling that his bed might.
‘Just milk, isn’t it?’ Severus asked pleasantly as he poured the tea.
Hermione was certain he had a gleam in his eye that hadn’t been there the last time she had visited. As she took a sip of her tea she realised with a start that Severus was enjoying himself, and she was more certain than ever that he was purposely trying to disconcert her for his own entertainment.
Unsure of what was going to happen next and expecting Severus to suggest something sexual at any moment, she sat stiffly and feeling incredibly tense on the uncomfortable sofa. However, instead of requesting sexual favours, he asked that Hermione tell him all about the latest breakthrough that had prompted her change of heart.
This was followed by a light lunch, prepared by him while Hermione waited in the lounge. She used the time to check out one of the bookcases and discovered, as she had thought, that he owned some seriously rare and interesting-looking books. She wondered whether Severus would allow her to borrow one or two of them if they were going to be work colleagues.
After lunch Hermione was encouraged to provide a thorough profile on each of her team members and what she considered their strengths and weaknesses. This was followed by a similar discussion of the other four teams based in Bulgaria, Egypt, Brazil and Australia. By the time they finished talking Hermione realised that it was almost five o’clock in the afternoon. She had managed to get through almost five hours without any sexual activity taking place.
Although she was relieved by this discovery, Hermione was aware that she still had nineteen hours to go and she didn’t believe for one minute that she would remain so lucky for the entire twenty-four.
As she considered it further, she wondered whether it was possible that Severus didn’t like to have sex in the afternoon. Perhaps he was a traditionalist and would only do it at bedtime or first thing in the morning. Maybe those were the only times he was able to get an erection. If that was the case, and part of her sincerely hoped it was, she still had a few hours before she had to face the awful prospect of having to become intimate with the snarky man.
Pushing the thought of sex with Severus out of her mind once more, Hermione finally began to relax as she tried to think of what else she could tell him about the project, hoping to keep him engaged and talking for as long as possible, both so that nothing else would happen and in the hope that he would become more interested in helping with the research.
She was in the middle of telling him about an interesting piece of work her team and the Egyptians had been collaborating on when he looked at his watch and held up his hand to stop her from speaking.
‘Bring the tea service through to the kitchen,’ he ordered.
Without saying another word he stood up and exited the lounge, leaving Hermione staring after him in surprise. Once again she felt suddenly confused and wondered whether Severus had actually been listening to her. Had he taken any notice of any of the things she had told him about the project so far?
She stood up and piled up the tray with the tea things, carrying it out of the door and into a dark corridor, hoping she would be able to work out where the kitchen was. To her left there was a staircase, which she ignored as she was sure the kitchen wouldn’t be upstairs. To her right there were two doors, one a little way down and the other at the end of the dingy hallway.
The nearest door was open and Hermione could see it was the kitchen and Severus was already in there. She made her way into it, careful about carrying the tray with its old and, she suspected, extremely valuable china. She put the tray down on the kitchen table and as she waited for Severus to speak she looked around the room, surprised at its mixture of extremely old and startlingly new Muggle appliances.
‘I have to go out for a couple of hours,’ Severus told her once he decided she had looked around enough.
Hermione stared at him in surprise, obviously not expecting him to leave her during the twenty-four hours.
‘While I’m gone you can do the washing up from lunch; there’s also my breakfast things in there as I didn’t have time to do them before you arrived. Once that’s done you can start preparing dinner. I went shopping yesterday so there should be plenty of options for you to choose from. Feel free to make whatever you like but I expect a full three-course meal. I should be back by about seven-thirty so dinner will be at eight sharp.’
Hermione opened her mouth to say something about him treating her like a house-elf, but then she remembered it could be so much worse. Better still, if Severus was going to be gone for a few hours she could fill the time she was waiting for the meal to cook with reading one of those fascinating books.
‘Well go on then,’ Severus said imperiously, pointing in the direction of the sink.
‘You don’t have a dishwasher then?’ Hermione asked.
‘Why would I need one? I live alone and rarely have guests. I hardly think that requires a dishwasher, do you?’
Hermione looked around the room for an apron, her heart sinking as she realised there was nothing like that available. Severus had made her wear her best suit which had cost her an arm and a leg and her most expensive blouse, not to mention her best underwear, and now he expected her to do housework in it. By the time she finished it would be ruined and would be fit only for rags. Bitterly, she wondered whether he would have her scrubbing the floors next.
‘What are you looking for?’ Severus had seen her looking around.
Still annoyed about the potential ruination of her clothes, Hermione was about to mention the apron when she suddenly realised that Severus was probably leading her into a trap. She could just see the evil bastard waiting for her to complain, which would give him the perfect excuse he needed to get her to take her clothes off, and once that happened . . . .
‘Tea towel?’ she asked glibly.
Severus frowned but pointed at a drawer. Hermione opened it and pulled out a good quality white tea towel that was at the top of a stack.
‘Anything else you need?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head and smiled, pleased that she had outwitted him, this time at least.
‘No thank you, Severus, I’ll be fine. You go out and don’t worry about me. I’ll see you later.’
Severus looked suspiciously at Hermione, wondering what she was suddenly so happy about. He guessed it was probably because he was going out and leaving her alone for a few hours but he wasn’t sure why that made her much happier. As far as he knew he hadn’t done anything yet that she would consider reprehensible, apart from making her show him her stockings, possibly, but that was pretty tame considering what he could have demanded from her by now.
‘All right, I’ll see you later. Dinner at eight, remember?’ he reminded her.
‘Don’t worry, it’ll be ready,’ Hermione assured him. She had moved to the sink and was filling it with hot water as she spoke.
Severus watched her for a moment, enjoying looking at Hermione’s bottom encased in the tight skirt she was wearing. She really was a gorgeous woman. He was impressed she hadn’t complained about doing the housework even though she was wearing her best clothes.
She was doing well so far and their conversation this afternoon had been most interesting and informative. He looked forward to hearing further about the collaboration with the Egyptians but that would have to wait for the time being. Now he really needed to leave. He turned and walked through the kitchen door, leaving Hermione alone.

They were standing in what Hermione assumed was Severus’ bedroom. He had led her there, holding her hand, after she had cleared the table of the evening meal and washed up again. She hadn’t wanted to go and her heart was beating double time as butterflies in her stomach swooped and curled, knowing what this meant.
The room was nicely decorated and very modern, especially compared to the rest of the house, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be in here, however comfortable the bed looked.
Severus stroked her arm then released her, moving back a little to give her space as he smiled at her.
‘Take your clothes off, Hermione.’
Hermione looked at him and frowned, not moving.
‘Are you really so surprised by my request?’ he asked, sounding amused. ‘I thought I made it more than clear what I expect from you.’
Hermione frowned again. In truth, she had expected Severus to move onto the sex immediately as she assumed that was the main reason he had trapped her into this agreement in the first place. But after almost twelve hours of talking about work and, quite frankly, a fair bit of boredom, she had begun to hope that the sex part had just been a threat with which to put her off seeking his help.
‘Well come on then, get to it,’ Severus said briskly.
His voice held that sarcastic edge again and Hermione was aware that if she didn’t do as he asked it would then move into the nasty stage that she remembered so well from school. It was bad enough that she had to do this with Severus in the first place without him being mega-snarky about it.
Unhappily, she began to undo the buttons of her blouse, making it clear by her stance and expression that she was doing this only because she was being forced into it. Severus watched her for a few seconds then shook his head dismissively.
‘No, no . . . that’s no good at all. You need to put a little sensuality into the task,’ he told her, a smirk crossing his face now. ‘I want you to smoulder for me, Hermione — tempt me, tantalise me, tease me. Make me want to ravish you where you stand . . . or lie, if you want to include the bed in your show.’
‘I have no desire to tempt you nor do I want you to ravish me, Severus,’ Hermione said stiffly. ‘You know damn well I’m not doing this because I want to but because I have no choice.’
Severus gave a deep chuckle and shook his head, gazing reprovingly at her. ‘I thought we had sorted that out, Hermione. You gave your full agreement to spending twenty-four hours with me after I told you what was going to happen. It was completely your choice, there was no force involved. Not even the Wizengamot would consider it coercion.’
Hermione gave a scowl easily as deep as any that Severus could muster and continued undoing her blouse. It was true that she had agreed, she had even written to him to make it completely binding, but although she had sort of girded herself for the fact of having to have sex with him she hadn’t really considered it in any great detail. Why would she when it was something she was dreading?
She certainly hadn’t imagined that he would expect her to give him a show or that she would have to try to seduce him. It didn’t help that she wasn’t aroused in any way so she didn’t feel at all sexy, and she had always found undressing in front of someone else to be a bit embarrassing rather than sensual.
But she had agreed, and Severus had spoken, so now she had to do her best otherwise she would find herself being punished, and if there was one thing Hermione was certain of it was that punishment would not be a good option where her ex-Potions Master was concerned.
Slowly Hermione pulled the blouse from her shoulders, revealing her best underwear that he had requested her to wear, the pale pink silk of the plunge bra only just holding onto her breasts. Although she didn’t feel sexy it soon became clear that Severus’ interest had grown as he was watching her keenly, a look she couldn’t quite gauge on his face.
‘You really are beautiful, Hermione,’ he told her quietly as she spent a moment standing there in her underwear, trying to will herself to continue with the striptease.
Hermione felt herself blushing and wished Severus hadn’t complimented her. Somehow that made it so much worse, knowing that he found her attractive, that he wanted her. Forcing herself to act, she slipped the straps of the bra down and reached behind to unclasp it. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, and pulled the bra off, aware that Severus was avidly following every movement, however slight.
She sat down on the bed and unclasped the hooks holding her stockings in place, half expecting Severus to tell her to stop and keep them on, the way Ron sometimes did when they made love, but he didn’t say anything.
Hermione pushed all thoughts of her husband out of her head before they could make her feel any queasier about what was happening than she already did. She rolled down each of the stockings, legs extended as she pulled them off as sensually as she was able, but she wasn’t sure how sensual that was when Severus didn’t speak or give any clue about whether he was enjoying what she was doing.
Now she was just wearing the knickers, that little scrap of a thing that just about covered her, at the front at least. She wasn’t sure how she was going to remove it while sitting down without flashing more than she wanted to. She realised she had no choice but to stand up again.
Standing once more, Hermione slid her thumbs under the tiny strings that held the knickers in place and drew them down; then when they were free of her thighs she released them, Severus’ eyes following their path as they fell around her ankles. She moved her feet slightly to kick them off, now standing naked in front of a very smug-looking Severus.
‘Turn round,’ he ordered.
Hermione immediately did as he asked, not wanting to draw more criticism or worse still punishment from him. At least this way she didn’t have to see his face as he leered at her.
‘You really do have the most delightful bottom, Hermione,’ Severus told her, his voice conversational.
Hermione bit back a gasp as his hand slowly caressed her buttocks. She was trying not to panic but she couldn’t help but remember their earlier discussion about what he would do during the twenty-four hours when he had told her he was going to have anal sex with her.
She had been telling the truth when she had said she had never tried it and didn’t want to, but now, with his gentle touch on her bottom, Severus was reminding her of his perversion and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him if he made her do it, however much she was against the idea.
‘You can turn round again now,’ Severus said, his voice suddenly more seductive. He had stopped stroking her.
Hermione turned back to face him, hoping that he wasn’t going to make her stand there like that for too long. But Severus continued to study her for what seemed like an eternity, without saying anything.
Embarrassed enough to begin with, Hermione was finding the attention painful and she had to fight hard not to try to cover herself up, knowing she would gain another snarky rebuke from him. Just when she had reached the point where she felt she had to say something to Severus, just to get him to do something, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Hermione stared after his retreating figure in amazement. Now what was she supposed to do?
She looked at the bed, wondering whether she should get onto it; after all, Severus had mentioned her using it as a prop to seduce him, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to seem so eager. Despite the fact that she intended to do whatever was requested of her — as she had agreed — Hermione was determined to remind Severus at every possible opportunity that she was participating purely under duress. She had no intention of allowing him the fantasy that she was with him because she wanted to be.
After ten minutes Severus still hadn’t returned. Hermione wasn’t sure whether this was because he was busy preparing himself for what was to follow, although she shuddered to think what he needed to do to prepare that took so long, or whether he had left in disgust because she hadn’t done as he requested and managed to tease and tantalise him. She sat down on the very edge of the bed to await his return.
When another five minutes had passed, Hermione went from sitting on the very edge of the bed to making herself a little more comfortable although still not making any attempt to be alluring. She had no idea what Severus was doing but she just hoped it was going to be worth the trouble he was taking. For him, not for her, her mind added quickly. She didn’t care what he did or didn’t do. She wasn’t going to enjoy it.
But after yet another ten minutes had passed without Severus returning, Hermione began to worry that something had happened to him. What if the excitement of having sex for the first time in Merlin only knew how many years had been too much for him and he’d had a heart attack or something?
She rose from the bed and headed out onto the landing. There were two other doors and both of them were closed. Hermione walked across to the door opposite and knocked on it, saying Severus’ name quietly. She waited for a moment but there was no reply. She knocked again, then turned the handle of the door.
It opened, revealing a large modern bathroom with a massive corner bath, a separate and very luxurious-looking shower cubicle, a large stone hand basin and a toilet. It was spotlessly clean and immaculately tidy with no sign of any bottles, candles or any other extraneous items left lying around. Hermione admired the room for a moment but then remembered she was supposed to be looking for Severus.
She closed the door and made her way to the other room. This room, a spare bedroom decorated in a fashion equally as modern as the main bedroom, was empty, too. Hermione closed the door and wandered downstairs.
As she went to pass the door to the lounge she realised it was open and Severus was sitting in his chair, reading a magazine. Annoyed with the man for leaving her upstairs without saying anything, Hermione stormed over to him ready to give him a piece of her mind. She was fed up with Severus’ stupid games and his attempts to throw her off-balance all the time.
‘There you are. I was wondering when you were finally going to join me,’ Severus said, his voice warm and pleasant, as he closed the magazine. He looked her up and down and Hermione remembered she was still naked.
‘It would have helped if you’d told me where you were going rather than just walking off and leaving me,’ she retorted.
Severus glanced at his watch. ‘Thirty minutes. I’m impressed that you waited that long for me . . . although it does put us a little behind schedule now.’ He gave her a smug grin. ‘Did you find the bed comfortable, Hermione?’
Hermione glared at him. ‘I don’t know, I only sat on the edge.’
Severus tutted as he stood up and replied sardonically, ‘You know that’s not true. How long did you wait before you made yourself more comfortable? Five minutes . . . ten?’
‘So, what are we doing now if we’ve got this schedule of yours to keep to?’ Hermione asked shortly, ignoring Severus’ question.
He dropped the magazine on the small rickety table.
‘You’re always so eager until you actually find out what it is we’re going to do, then you invariably become reluctant,’ he said almost chidingly. ‘Follow me.’
He led her out of the sitting room, back into the hallway and across to the door that wasn’t the kitchen. Hermione waited uncomfortably, wondering what was behind the door. Was it another bedroom or was it something worse, some kind of S&M dungeon full of chains and whips and Merlin only knew what else? She could see Severus being into that sort of thing, controlling as he was.
Severus opened the door and Hermione realised it was a laboratory. Amazingly, it looked fairly similar to the classroom where she had taken Potions lessons with him at Hogwarts with stacks of cauldrons in one corner and shelves containing bottles of ingredients all around the room.
‘I have some potions I need to complete,’ Severus told her as they entered the room. ‘I would have put them off until another time but unfortunately I’m up against a tight deadline so I have no choice but to get them done tonight.’ He looked appraisingly at Hermione for a moment as if considering. ‘You were always a better-than-fair potion maker so I think you should be able to assist me.’
Hermione bristled a little at the words ‘better-than-fair’, knowing that Severus was having a sly dig when she was unable to defend herself, as she had always been the best in his class. Then she realised he had probably said it deliberately in an attempt to wind her up after his previous comment about her reluctance to take part in the activities he had scheduled.
‘Does that mean I’ll get my wand back?’ she asked hopefully.
Severus stared at her again for a moment. ‘I think not. You can help me best by preparing the ingredients.’
Hermione’s heart sank at the thought of spending the next Merlin only knew how long cutting up ingredients, but once again she cautioned herself against complaining or seeming reluctant, reminding herself that it was better than having to entertain Severus in his bedroom. At least if they were working on making potions they wouldn’t be having sex.
‘Can I at least put my clothes back on?’ Hermione asked.
Severus shook his head. ‘No. I like seeing you naked, Hermione. Anyway, you’re not going to be cutting up anything that needs protection. I’ve already done the dangerous stuff.’ He indicated the workbench she would be working at. ‘I need you to make a start straight away on ten daisy roots and four frog’s livers. Don’t worry, you can have a shower when you’ve finished,’ he continued as he saw her grimace at the large pile of livers and other messy things that were waiting to be chopped.
Silently cursing him, Hermione made her way over to the workbench and picked up the silver knife that was lying there. After examining it to make sure it was spotlessly clean she began to work on the daisy roots, carefully slicing them into equal sized pieces, looking up every so often to see what Severus was doing.
He was fascinating to watch as he made potion brewing look like a fine art rather than the chore most people thought it was. She had to admit that she was seriously impressed. Severus had even greater skills than she had always thought. It was fascinating to see him creating a tricky or even almost impossible solution with just a few ingredients, a few sparse waves of his wand and some magical stirring abilities.
Once she finished with the ingredients for the current potion she drifted over to watch him more openly, her hopes soaring at the thought that this brilliant man was going to be joining her team and would bring so much to it.
Hermione didn’t even complain when he sent her back to the workbench to prepare more ingredients, even though her naked body was becoming covered in juice, bile and blood. It was worth it, she considered, to have the privilege of working with Severus and seeing him create such amazing potions.
For the first time since she had arrived that morning, Hermione felt content and not angry with Severus for what he was doing to her.

‘If you’ve finished you can go and put the kettle on and make the tea.’ Severus’ voice came from the shower.
He had followed her in there, causing Hermione to retreat as soon as she was clean despite wishing she could have spent a bit longer under the reviving hot water. There was no way she was risking the onset of sexual intimacy now, not when she was so close to escaping, even though Severus hadn’t actually made any attempt to touch her.
She was just about to automatically retort, asking him indignantly what his last servant had died of, when she realised that for the next three hours she was still his bloody servant if he wanted her to be. She wrapped the towel around herself more snugly then left the bathroom and headed back into Severus’ bedroom, trying to work out where her clothes had got to.
Hermione hadn’t seen them since she had removed them, and although she had been with Severus the whole time he was in the laboratory she had a feeling he had hidden them so she had no choice but to walk around naked until he told her otherwise.
Crossing the room she opened his wardrobe, not surprised to find it full of the same black frock coats, trousers and white shirts he always wore. There really wasn’t anything in any other colour.
She wasn’t going to stay naked, Hermione decided, and she pulled a shirt off the hanger then unbuttoned it and laid it on the bed while she dried herself. She put on the shirt, rolling up the long sleeves, and placed the towel over the back of a chair in the corner of the room to dry. Then, knowing she had no choice, she headed for the kitchen to put on the kettle.
Fifteen minutes later Severus joined her in the kitchen. He was dressed in the usual white shirt and black trousers but the frock coat and his shoes and socks were missing. He looked interestedly at Hermione as she carried the teapot towards the kitchen table.
‘I don’t recall telling you that you could get dressed, Hermione,’ he announced, his voice tart. ‘Nor did I give you permission to go through my wardrobe and my personal possessions.’
Hermione couldn’t help but look a little guilty at the chastisement but she soon rallied. ‘If I knew where my clothes had been stored I would have put them on instead.’
She poured the tea into the two mugs she had already put out on the table, then placed the teapot on the table as well and sat down and picked up the milk bottle.
‘The reason your clothes are gone is because I don’t want you wearing them,’ Severus said, sounding perfectly reasonable. He used a teaspoon to stir his tea while he continued to stare intently at Hermione. ‘I want you naked, Hermione. Take off the shirt.’
Hermione looked unhappy at the request. She couldn’t understand why Severus wanted her naked when despite his earlier threats he quite clearly wasn’t going to do anything to her sexually. It was obviously just a control thing.
For a moment she thought about retaliating, ready to question why he wanted her naked when he obviously didn’t really want to touch her, but she realised that this might actually lead him to demand the sexual favours he had threatened.
There was still a little part of her that believed it was going to happen eventually, and Severus was obviously controlling this and her as he had done everything else that had happened in the previous twenty-odd hours, but she had no desire to hasten its onset. Hopefully he would wait until just before the twenty-four hours were up before he satiated his perverted desires and then they would only have to do it once.
‘I said take the shirt off, Hermione,’ Severus said, his voice flintier now. ‘Don’t make me tell you again.’
The warning in his voice was clear, so Hermione put down her tea and unbuttoned the shirt, removing it and placing it over the back of her chair. Severus watched her as avidly as he had the first time she had undressed.
‘Your hair is still a bloody mess,’ he noted, although his voice wasn’t particularly critical. ‘I thought it might look better wet.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I only really ever get it under any sort of control if I style it when I dry it or use gallons of Sleakeasy’s hair lotion. Otherwise it just frizzes like mad.’
Severus picked up his mug, stood, and left the room. Hermione, understanding by now what was expected of her, stood too and followed him into the lounge. He was already sitting in the armchair. He had picked up the magazine and was once again flicking through it. Hermione went to sit on the sofa as far away from him as possible, but before she could sit down he lowered the magazine and looked at her.
‘You can come and sit on the floor beside me,’ he said.
Hermione thought she detected a hint of smugness in his voice. Inside, she was mentally railing against the idea of sitting at his feet like some sort of acolyte or lap dog, but although she made it clear with small sighs and slow movements that she was unhappy to be doing it, she did as requested and finally sank to the floor at his feet. She moved a little so she was mainly sitting on the rug that covered part of the floor the ugly tiles were cold on her naked skin and uncomfortable to sit on.
‘Good girl,’ Severus crooned patronisingly. He reached out a hand to stroke her hair and face.
Hermione cringed with anger and embarrassment at what he was making her do. She had to make sure she didn’t show her feelings, though. As with everything he had done to her so far she was sure Severus’ intention was to humiliate and embarrass her in order to cause a reaction and she was determined that she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, even at this late stage.
She was tired, too, very tired and feeling crabby from the lack of sleep. She was glad there were only a few hours left until it was all over as she was having trouble containing her temper at his stupid commands that made no logical sense.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione?’ Severus asked, his voice still smug. ‘You don’t seem very happy down there, although I’m rather enjoying it.’ He gazed salaciously at Hermione’s naked body. ‘In fact, you’re almost in the perfect position.’ He grinned like a shark.
For a moment, a thought entered Hermione’s mind — a vision of her on her knees, performing oral sex on Severus — surely that was what he was hinting at. She pushed the thought away, even now not wanting to entertain thoughts of sexual intimacy with the snide man and not intending to do anything unless he commanded it of her.
‘I’m really tired and your floor isn’t very comfortable,’ Hermione told him, aware her voice was more than a little sullen. She had to be careful with that otherwise Severus might accuse her of breaking their contract.
Severus stared at her archly for almost a minute, which made Hermione feel even more uncomfortable.
‘Would you prefer to go to bed, then?’ he asked. He smiled again.
Immediately Hermione’s heart began to beat faster. This was it. Stupidly, and because she was so tired, she had made a mistake. She had talked herself into Severus’ bed even though she hadn’t meant to do it.
She thought back to the conversation they’d had the first time she visited, remembering his crudeness — obviously designed to shock, she now realised, but still possibly feasible in the time they had left. She just hoped that he wasn’t really going to want anal sex.
‘I didn’t mean that,’ she said quickly in case Severus got the wrong idea at her stalling. ‘I just meant that being tired doesn’t do anything for my mood and being made to sit naked on a cold floor really doesn’t help.’
‘But I like you being down there,’ Severus said, his voice infuriatingly self-satisfied now. He stroked her face again. ‘But I suppose if you would rather . . . you can always go . . . back into the laboratory and begin clearing up.’
Hermione looked surprised for a moment at his release of her. She had been sure that this time . . . but this time wasn’t really any different from the way he had been treating her for the whole time she had been there, was it? Everything he had done had been to disconcert and confuse her, almost as if he was punishing her . . . or testing her.
Before he had a chance to change his mind Hermione jumped up, bending down to pick up her half full mug. She didn’t really want to clean up Severus’ laboratory, knowing what a mess had been made in there, and it would definitely mean another shower afterwards. But if he left her alone to get on with it, hopefully she could spend most if not all of her remaining time in the laboratory.
‘So eager to get away from me,’ Severus murmured as he watched Hermione head rapidly for the door. He took a sip of his tea then put the mug on the table and picked up the magazine.

‘Time’s up, Hermione,’ Severus told her quietly once she came out of the shower for the second time. ‘You’ve served your twenty-four hours. You can leave now.’
Hermione turned to look at him in confusion. ‘I don’t understand, Severus. You told me you wanted to have sex with me but then all you did was make me walk around naked. Why did you do that — why tell me you wanted sex if you didn’t? You knew what effect it would have on me, how worried I was about it, so why be so cruel?’
Severus smirked. ‘I told you that sex would likely be involved, I never said it would definitely be involved. It was your mind that made that assumption, Hermione. Anyway, as I told you at the beginning, the whole point of the exercise was to see how serious your commitment is to the project — what better way than with twenty-four hours in my total command?’
‘So you never had any intention of fucking me then?’ Hermione said grumpily. ‘All that stuff you said was just to try to wind me up?’
For some reason she couldn’t quite pin down she was feeling surprisingly annoyed that Severus hadn’t followed through on his implied demands. It wasn’t that Hermione wanted to have sex with him — she didn’t, she was sure — but she had spent so long before their meeting preparing for it to happen, reconciling her mind to the reality of cheating on her husband, and the last twenty-four hours on tenterhooks waiting for the moment when Severus would call her out on it, and the whole thing now seemed like a huge anti-climax.
Severus shrugged. ‘The thought did cross my mind. After all, you are a beautiful woman with a fine body and you are certainly incredibly arousing. But that was never the purpose of the twenty-four hours and considering your reactions to my commands it never needed to be brought into play . . . although you did come close once or twice.’ He gave Hermione a smirk. ‘Your reputation remains intact, Hermione. You’ll find your clothes in the bedroom now if you want to go and get dressed.’
‘No,’ Hermione said adamantly.
She had no real idea why she was doing what she was doing, but vaguely she understood that with his subtle suggestions and his implied potential commands Severus had aroused her, had led her to expect sexual gratification. His sudden dismissal of her made her feel in some way cheated.
‘No,’ she repeated, this time a little more forcefully, shaking her head as she spoke.
Moving forward, she wrapped her arms around Severus’ body and kissed him hard, a kiss full of the passion that completely unknown to her until now had been slowly brewing up inside her over the last day.
‘The twenty-four hours is over, Hermione,’ Severus reminded her once the kiss finished. ‘You’re free to leave.’
Hermione grabbed at him once more. ‘Shut up and take me to bed, Severus,’ she said urgently, her voice heavy with desire. Then she kissed him again.
Taking Hermione at her word, Severus picked her up and, still kissing, carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on his bed. His lips found hers once again as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. One of his hands slid up to cup and fondle her breast, noting and enjoying the feeling of her stiffened nipple.
‘Are you sure about this, Hermione?’ he asked quietly, his voice serious now with no trace of the smugness it had previously held. ‘I told you, you’re free to leave.’ Hermione’s hands, which had already undone his shirt and were now working on his trousers, gave him all the answer he needed. ‘This is your choice,’ he whispered in her ear, his lips finding and nuzzling her neck.
‘Yes,’ Hermione confirmed, breathy and excited now. She was pulling down his trousers, attempting to free his erection from the underpants beneath. ‘I need you to fuck me . . . please.’
Severus, now excited too, helpfully aided in the removal of his clothes. He pulled off his shirt then gazed at Hermione, gently stroking her face. He smiled.
‘You really are beautiful,’ he told her.
‘Now, Severus, please. I need you,’ Hermione said urgently, her hand grasping his stiffness tightly. Severus gave a small moan at the feel of her.
Now that she had initiated the seduction, desire raged through Hermione like a torrent, the sexuality that had been suppressed inside her for the last twenty-four hours taking over her body and making her wanton. Subtly but surely Severus had built up that desire, and so clever was he that she hadn’t even realised what he was doing to her, how he was setting her up. And now, now she needed him, needed what he could give her more than she had ever needed anything before in her life.
She could feel him playing with her breasts and her arousal flared even more strongly. What she really needed now was to feel him inside her.
‘Take me, Severus,’ she whispered, trying to guide him to the place he needed to be.
‘You’re not ready,’ he said cautiously. He tried to stop her, not wanting to do anything that would ruin what was finally going to happen between them.
‘Oh, I am,’ Hermione assured him. ‘Please, Severus, just do it . . . just take me.’
Severus couldn’t say no. Hermione’s quiet pleading made his heart soar and his own body race with the tingle of desire as he finally did what he had promised and withheld for so long, both of them crying out loudly as his and Hermione’s bodies at last joined together.
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Twenty Four Hours