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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next four days went by quietly. Snape was spending a lot of time in his potions lab, and Hermione had barely seen him, except at mealtimes. She could always feel him watching her carefully when she entered his library, although when she turned to face him his attention would always be elsewhere. He hadn't spoken to her, except to order her to get out of the room, or to take her nightly potion, and the silence was beginning to wear thin.

The following Monday when Snape came to unlock her door, he informed her that he would be out all day, and would only require dinner late that evening. Time had seemed to pass even slower than normal for Hermione that day, and by the time evening came she was utterly bored, having long finishing cleaning and dusting. She had done the job so thoroughly she wondered what she would have to do the following day, and while she had worked she had talked and sung to herself to keep the silence at bay.

The door to the headmaster's study had banged open sometime after eight, and about 20 minutes later she had taken dinner in to him. When she pushed the door open she found Snape pacing furiously up and down in front of the fire. He turned to face her and she blanched at the look on his face. Oh Gods, I hope he's not pissed off with me. She'd not seen him so worked up for ages.

Hermione froze in the doorway, tray in hand. Snape continued to pace, but when he noticed he still standing there he finally spoke.

"Stop slouching in the doorway and put the damn tray down."

Hermione scurried over to the desk and put the tray down. She turned towards Snape, head down and eyes on the floor, hoping to be dismissed. No such luck.

"On your knees, girl," he spat.

Shit, what did I do? She quickly knelt by the desk, shaking hard. She realised how complacent she'd got about her situation. The few days of quiet had made her forget just how much danger she was in here. Now, kneeling there in front of him for the first time in days, she felt sick with apprehension. She couldn't think of anything she'd done wrong, she'd been trying so hard to do everything to please him.

He stopped pacing and moved past her to sit at the desk. She heard him pull the tray towards himself and start eating. He mustn't have had much of an appetite, because it was only a minute before he threw his fork down on the plate and sighed heavily. His chair scraped as he pushed it back and stood again. His feet moved to stand in front of her.

"Get up, pet." He spoke more gently than before, although his voice was tight, as if he was suppressing his anger with difficulty.

She got up unsteadily, still looking down. One of his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. Her legs felt shaky and she slumped against him slightly. The fingers of his free hand ran down her cheek and under her chin, lifting it so she looked into his eyes.

"Were you good while I was away today, pet?" She shivered at low and dangerous timbre of his voice.

"Yes… Master." Her voice was barely audible, and she bit her bottom lip nervously, wishing she could pull away from him. He started to stroke the hair at her temple.

"Let's see, shall we… Legilimens…"

She opened herself up eagerly to him, wanting to show him she'd done nothing to earn his anger. It had been days since he'd last punished her, and she wasn't ready for him to do so again. He searched her memories of that day, seeing the care with which she'd completed her work, the effort she'd put into cooking something that he would enjoy. Good girl, she heard in her mind.

He looked further back, over the past few days, watching her as she cleaned and tidied and washed. How lonely she'd been as she'd worked, hour after hour in silence. How bored she was with the lack of conversation and companionship, the desire she felt as she glance at the rows of books in his library. He pulled out quickly, leaving her reeling with his sudden disappearance from her mind.

"I've been neglecting you, pet. I see you've been lonely these past few days." He still held her by the waist with one hand while the other continued to stroke her face. "Did you miss me, pet?"

She didn't know how to respond, knowing the truth would probably only make him angry. His face darkened and he squeezed her tightly with the arms around her waist, as the fingers that were stroking her cheek stilled. "Yes, yes," she breathed as he opened his mouth to speak again. At her words he relaxed his grip and resumed his stroking.

Hermione's chest began to tighten with fear, and it was a good thing he was holding her, for her legs were now shaking so hard she would have slid to the floor otherwise. Snape smirked down at her, feeling her tremble in his arms. He moved backwards, taking her with him, pulling her onto his lap as he sat in his armchair.

He turned her sideways, lifting her legs and placing them over the arm of the chair. Her head he pulled down to his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. His other arm rested across her legs, his hand on her hips. Hermione felt far more frightened by the intimate position than she would have been if he was about to Crucio her. She dreaded what was coming next.

"I'm sorry I've been ignoring you, pet. If I make it up to you, will you forgive me?" The hand at her hip began to smooth the fabric of her dress, as if trying to soothe her. It didn't work, and she trembled in fear at his touch.

She pulled her head away from his shoulder, and looked up at him in surprise. What new game is this? He didn't seem perturbed by her lack of answer this time. Instead, his head came down slowly, and he kissed her. She stiffened as his lips met hers, but didn't pull away. He smirked down at her as his head moved away again.

"You've been a good girl this week, pet. Good girls get rewarded." The hand on her thigh slid down to the hem of her dress and slipped under. Hermione felt as though something was squeezing her sides, she could barely breathe and her limbs seemed to have frozen. Please…

Snape's hand slowly traced a pattern on the inside of her thigh, moving gradually higher. His eyes were on hers, and she couldn't look away, trapped like a deer in headlights. No…. Suddenly his fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot close to the juncture of her legs and she shuddered. The movement of her body broke the spell and she struggled in his arms, trying to twist away from him.

He stopped her easily. She hadn't really been trying that hard, perhaps unconsciously understanding what would happen if she didn't do what he wanted. Or maybe you want this… a small voice whispered. "No..." she breathed.

She had been talking to herself, but Snape obviously thought she was addressing him. "Yes, pet. You don't want to be punished now, do you?"

For a moment she weighed up the options in her mind. She thought she may have actually preferred the Cruciatus curse to what he was about to do.

"We can always continue this after your punishment…" he said, reading the expression on her face correctly. She realised it was going to happen either way. There was no point in resisting. "What will it be, pet? Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

She forced herself to lie still in his arms. "Yes, Master."

His grip on her loosened and he began to stroke her hair in a soothing manner. "I am glad, pet. I dislike having to discipline you when you should know better."

He was watching her carefully, and when he saw she wasn't going to bolt, he moved his hand slowly and pulled her dress up, working it up her body and off over her head. He then returned to his fingers back to where they had been before.

As he circled his way back up her inside thigh she tensed up again. She didn't know how to feel. On one hand the thought of what he was about to do abhorred her, but at the same time his fingers were soft and gentle as they moved up, and she could feel a flicker of desire flutter into existence deep in her belly. What is wrong with you, Hermione?

By the time his fingers touched her outer lips she was trembling with a mixture of revulsion and need. He ran a finger up and down her slit, before nudging her legs apart slightly. Hermione let out a small cry as he brushed across her clit gently. The hand in her hair fisted, and he pulled, forcing her to turn her head away from him and exposing her neck.

He bent his neck and tasted the sensitive skin in the dip above her collarbone, alternately nibbling and licking at her. The fire inside her began to grow, and she involuntarily moved her head to give him greater access to her as she felt the first traces of liquid begin to pool between her legs.

"That's it, pet. Relax," he whispered, as he used the arm that way wrapped around her shoulders to left her slightly so he could lower his mouth to her breasts. At the same time that she felt the wet heat cover her nipple his finger returned to her clit, circling it carefully as his tongue moved in sync.

A spasm of pleasure ran up her spine and she hissed, pushing herself into his mouth and rubbing herself on his hand. Her need was beginning to drown out the reluctance she felt at letting him touch her so, and as Snape finally pushed a finger into her wet hole she sighed in contentment, letting go of the last of her resistance.

Snape seemed to know exactly what she liked, and very soon she was spiralling upwards on a wave of sensation. He pushed a second finger in as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and continued to lap at her hard nipple. Hermione came quickly, screaming in satisfaction, as the pent up frustration of the last few weeks was finally released. She threw her head back, convulsing in his arms, as the world went out of focus.

As she came down from her high she felt herself pushed to the ground, and before she knew what was happening she was on her back and he was between her legs. Hermione cried out again as she felt him enter her. He thrust fiercely into her, and she writhed under him, her inner muscles still twitching from her orgasm.

It wasn't long before Hermione felt the pleasure start to build again, and she came again shortly before Snape, moaning and arching her back. She felt his rhythm falter as he climaxed, grunting loudly in her ear before collapsing on top of her. He lay like that for a few seconds before rolling off her onto his back, still breathing heavily.
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