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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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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Her mind began to clear as the buzz from her orgasm receded. The heat that had spread through her body with the pleasure he had given her began to cool, and as it did the stark realisation dawned on her. He'd done it again… and she'd enjoyed it. Wanted it… wanted him. Oh Gods, there must be something wrong with me if I enjoy being raped.

The last of the adrenaline faded from her body, leaving her feeling cold and dirty. Tears began to leak from her eyes and run down her cheeks, and she quickly rolled away from him, not wanting him to see her cry. Too late. He'd seen.

"What's the matter, pet? Didn't you enjoy yourself?"

His gentle tone just made her sob louder. At least it spared her the indignity of having to answer his question positively. She burned with the shame of remembering how she'd pushed herself into his hand, urging him on.

"Why are you crying, pet?" he said as he turned her towards him.

She couldn't answer, still crying hard. He impatiently grabbed her by the chin and delved into her mind. She felt the presence that was him pulse brightly with some strange emotion, and then he was gone from her mind. She looked up at him to see his eyes fill with the same emotion. She recognised it that time. Disgust. He's disgusted that I enjoyed it, she thought.

He leant over, hovering above her, a thick black curtain of hair falling down around his face to hide his expression in shadow. She was thankful, for she could no longer see his eyes. He stroked the side of her face and she closed her eyes against the tender moment.

"You've been such a good girl today."

She hated the flicker of satisfaction that she felt at his praise. She'd yearned for his approval for so many years, and now this was how she finally earned it. As his whore.

"Shhh, pet. There's no need to cry." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her towards him. She gripped his shirt in her hands and buried her face in his chest. She found his warmth strangely comforting, despite her mind telling her that he was the last person she should be turning to for solace.

After a while she eventually relaxed under his gentle hands. As her tears dried up her eyes began to flutter closed, her hands loosening their grip.

"Don't sleep yet, pet," he said quietly, moving away from her. Straight away she missed his warmth, and became aware of how she was sprawled out naked on his floor. He was still dressed in the shirt and trousers he'd been wearing earlier, and as he got to his feet she watched him as he straightened his clothes. She quickly grabbed her discarded dress and pulled it on.

Snape went over to his desk and returned with a small book and a phial of the potion she usually took. He passed her the latter, and she drank it quickly. He vanished the empty phial with a wave as he sat down beside her. They looked at each other for a few moments, Snape looking intently into her eyes. He nodded imperceptibly, as if she'd passed some unknown test and then held the book out to her. She didn't move to take it, instead looking at him in surprise. What is he doing?

"Go on, pet. It won't bite." He pushed it towards her, and she took it gingerly. She glanced down at the title, expecting the letters to swim before her eyes. It was an old dog-eared copy of Moste Potente Potions. There was a familiar tear at the top of the leather binding. It was the copy from the Restricted Section in the library. She ran a finger across the letters in confusion. She could read them without her head hurting. Hermione looked up at Snape questioningly. He raised an eyelid and smiled mirthlessly.

"I told you, pet. Good girls get rewarded."

Snape smirked at her. The look on her face was priceless, her eyes wide and pupils dilated from more than just the effect of the potion. He could almost intepret every question that flashed across her mind, her expressions as easy to read as the book she held. He was amazed she'd actually managed to hold her tongue.

"If you continue to please me, pet, I may let you have a look at my own personal copy." She looked up at him, confused, but again managed to hold back the question shewas oviously dying to ask. "You read my copy of Advanced Potion Making last year." He leaned into her slightly. "I never gave up the habit of scribbling my own notes in the margins."

He saw the gleam light up her eyes, and he could have laughed at her predictability. Even after everything she'd been through, offer her the chance for learning something new, or a better way to do a thing and she would jump at the chance. This thirst for knowledge could be dangerous, for her most of all, if he wasn't careful.

"I will give you some time to study the potions fully and once you have had sufficient time I will see how well you have retained the information." Gods, was that a smile on her face? "You will leave the book with me…" Her face crumpled slightly. "…while you take a bath." She relaxed again. "Come back here when you have finished."

He held his hand out for the book, and reluctantly she handed it back to him. She bounced on her toes for a few seconds before he realised she was waiting for him to dismiss her. "Out…" he growled. She scarpered.

Snape left the book on the armchair and went to his desk, vanishing the barely touched tray of food with a wave of his hand. He hadn't been able to touch it at the time, and he still couldn't face eating anything now. Damn Albus! He pulled some papers towards him and settled down to read while he waited for the girl to return.

Sometime later she came tiptoeing back into the room, he eyes falling greedily on the book he'd left in the armchair for her, before flicking towards his worriedly. He nodded his head in permission, and she scurried across the room, grabbing the book and perching on the edge of the seat as she opened it. Snape returned to his work, but watched her occasionally out of the corner of his eye. He was amused to see how quickly she had made herself comfortable, pushing herself back into the chair and pulling her legs up under her, book open on her legs.

She was completely absorbed in her reading, as he knew she would be. Even with the potion she'd seemingly forgotten the events of the previous hour so quickly. The girl was almost too easy to manipulate. He'd been surprised at how quickly she had stopped fighting him and accepted his authority over her. Then again, why shouldn't she have, after all she'd helped him with the potion willingly, and that improved the effectiveness a great deal.

She probably never realise just how lucky she was that he had managed to convince the Dark Lord to let him take her. He watched her scratch the marks on her arm absentmindedly. That's become a habit. Was she even aware she was doing it? Maybe she did understand something of how fortunate she was to be with him. Maybe that was why she'd been easier to subdue than he'd expected.

She shifted in the chair, stretching her legs for a moment before turning to face the other way and pulling them back up under her. Snape fought the urge to stare at the way the firelight played over the skin that was left uncovered by the sorry excuse for a dress that she wore. Dammit. He looked down at his papers, trying to distract himself from the memory of the way she had writhed in his arms as she came.

He could no longer deny that he wanted her, not after the way he had been unable to stop himself pushing her to the floor and taking her the way he had. How awful he'd felt when she had cried. How he'd been unable to resist comforting her, particularly after realising exactly why she was crying. He had expected to see how much she hated him, when instead…

Maybe… if the Dark Lord won… he could be persuaded to let him keep her. She'd be better off with him than anyone else. He glanced back up at her as she turned a page and then reached for a strand of her damp hair, which she pulled into her mouth and chewed on.

For the first time since this whole sorry mess had begun he felt glad that he had been there when she'd first been captured. She'd never have held out long against them. At best she'd be dead, at worst… he shuddered at the thought of what would been done to her, what still might be done if he wasn't careful. As it was, he was pushing the limit of what the Dark Lord would consider acceptable progress with her. She was going to have to prove herself useful somehow, and soon.
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