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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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“Uhhh Hermione!” Snape groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This is exactly the type of thing I don't want you to know.”

“Why? It's an innocent enough question.”

“Not for me.” He grumbled, his words muffled by his hands.

“I don't see why not. You know mine.” Reaching up she took his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. “No matter what you tell me, it won't change my feelings about you. Surely you realize that?”

“I don't know that.” He said, his voice sad. “And it's not a chance I'm willing to take. Besides, I don't actually know yours. I can only hazard a guess.”

“What do you mean you don't know mine?”

“Well it's either that Bulgarian gorilla or the duller half of the Wonder Twins.”

“It wasn't Viktor.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I was too young. We did stuff, but we never went all the way.”

“Stuff?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You know. Kissing, touching, I'll show you mine, if you show me yours. Stuff.”

“So that would mean the ginger twit was your first?”

“Unfortunately.” She sighed, earning a loud bark of laughter from the man next to her.

“So I take it his love making skills weren't memorable?” He teased.

“It didn't last long enough to be memorable.” She frowned.

“Mmmm poor Hermione.” Severus mock pouted, reaching over to rub her arm tenderly.

“So now you know mine. Now it's your turn.”

“Ahhhhhhh Hermione.” He growled. “No.”

“Come on.” She pleaded. “How bad can it be?” He looked at her, an eyebrow cocked high on his forehead. “Is it at least someone I know?”

“You knew her.” He said, enunciating each word slowly.

“She's dead?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” He nodded his head.

“How did she die?”

“If memory serves....” he sighed heavily, “Molly Weasley killed her.” He lifted his dark eyes to stare pointedly at her.

“It's not........?” Her hand moved to her arm, unconsciously rubbing the faded scar, Mudblood. “No.” She gasped, her eyes wide with unrestrained horror.

“And now you see why I didn't want to tell you.” He whispered, avoiding gaze.

“But Severus, she was.....................”

“Crazy?”

“I was going to say married. But that too......” She snorted humorlessly. “But yeah, she was insane. How did this even come about?”

“She wasn't always insane. An almost 15 year sentence in Azkaban will do that to you, or so I'm told.” He glanced quickly at Hermione, then away again. “At the time, she was just a bit wild, eccentric........” he faltered, searching for the right word to describe Bellatrix Black Lestrange, glancing back at Hermione's disbelieving face, he smirked wryly. “All right fine, she was always crazy.”

“And married.”

“In name and status only. I don't believe there was ever any real affection between Bella and her husband. Her first and only true love was always the Dark Lord.”

“So why.....how.....?” Hermione stuttered, her disgust still written on her face.

“Hmmm.” He rubbed his finger across his lips. “I'm not sure. I was 19. It was the night I received my Dark Mark. I was drunk and feeling a bit full of myself. One thing led to the other and we............fucked.” He stared off into space for a long moment, his eyes lost in thought.

“What Severus?” She prodded gently.

“I've always wondered if the Dark Lord didn't put her up to it.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well why else would she ? She was 9 years my senior. Quite striking to look at.” He frowned. “I was 19, gangly and not particularly attractive. Bella had never given me a second glance before. My virginity was legendary at that point. Quite the joke amongst the Slytherin's. And I guess I was a bit of a romantic fool, saving myself for my one true love and all that rubbish. Well my one true love had married another and I was 19 and horny, so when Bella approached me, I didn't even hesitate or think twice about it.” He shook his head sadly. “Now aren't you sorry you asked?” He looked at her, his eyes wary.

“No.” She shook her head seriously. “Your answer was surprising and not what I expected. Though I'm not sure why......but it doesn't change anything between us.” She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “The past is the past Severus. I care about our future.”

“Mmm.” He grunted, his expression unconvinced.

“Oh you.” She sighed, snuggling closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her. “Severus?”

“Hmm?”

“Why would Lord Voldemort care whether or not you were a virgin?”

“A sexually inexperienced Death Eater would be of little use to the Dark Lord.” He sighed sleepily. “Also it was a way for him to exercise his power and influence over me.”

“But why.....”

“Enough Hermione.” He sighed wearily. “That's enough sharing for one evening. Forays into the past make my head ache. Mmmmmmm.” He groaned low in his throat. “Not that head, darling. But please, don't stop.”

*****~~~~~*****~~~~~*****

“Let me see it again.” Hermione begged, holding out her hands to him.

“Again?” He sighed dramatically. “You've already looked at it 10 times.”

“I don't care. I'm just so proud of you.” She smiled up at him and bounced excitedly in her seat.

He pulled out his wallet and carefully extracted the small plastic card. “It's a driving license Hermione, not an Order of Merlin.” He struggled to keep the pleased smile from turning up the corners of his lips as he handed it to her.

“Don't you have one of those too?” She quipped, taking the card reverently from his hand. “We have to do something to celebrate.”

“I thought that's what we were doing.” He lifted an eyebrow as he gazed around the elegant muggle restaurant.

“Something more.” She smiled mischievously. “What time does Mrs. Harvy want her car back?”

“She said, and I quote 'Take your girl out for a night on the town and if you don't make it home until tomorrow noon, I'll just know you showed her a very good time.' Why?”

“Well isn't she a bawdy old thing.” Hermione giggled. “Because I thought we might try out another fantasy and we have to be at my house for that.”

“Mmm.” He grunted, wiping his mouth with the linen napkin. “Now who's being bawdy?”

“Me. And you love it.”

“I do love it.” He leered across the table. “And it's your turn for a fantasy.”

“Oh that's right, it is.” She frowned, before a wicked grin curled up her lips. “That's okay, you'll have fun as well.”

“I've no doubt that I will.” He smiled at her gently. “Have I mention yet this evening how positively mouth watering you look? I love that color on you.”

“I thought you might.” She said, glancing down at her emerald green cocktail dress. “And you're looking incredibly handsome as well.”

“Oh this old thing?” He laughed, a teasing glint in his eye. “I only wear it when I don't care how I look.”

“Oh you.” She reached over and ran a hand across the sleeve of his new charcoal gray blazer, a lighter gray shirt peeked out from underneath. “It's nice. I'm glad you bought some new clothes.”

“But............?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Some color would have been nice.”

“Charcoal gray's not a color?”

“No.” She laughed. “It's not. But it's something other then black, or white, or your teaching robes so I'm happy.”

“Good, I'm glad you're happy. Now did you want pudding?”

She shook her head, a teasing smile on her face. “I think I'm ready to head home now.”

“So what's your fantasy?”

“It's a surprise.” She said, gathering her wrap and her beaded handbag. “You'll just have to wait and see.”
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