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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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When I woke the next morning Hermione was already up and about. She saw me stirring and brought a cup of coffee she’d made from the kitchenette. She had added a tiny bit of sugar even though she knew I drank it black. I almost complained, but it actually tasted way better her way, so I held my tongue.
She sat on the bed beside me, and we discussed Weasley briefly. I was beyond relieved to hear he was going to be perfectly fine. She amused me by recounting Lavender Brown’s freak-out when she saw Hermione at his bedside. “Yeah, Ron just pretended to be asleep even though we’d all been talking and laughing literally seconds before. Her face got all red and splotchy when she saw that I was holding his hand! I guess she thinks I’m like, in love with him for some reason. I don’t know why. I used to think he had a crush on me, but we’ve always just been friends. But gods, she was SO mad!! I’m pretty sure if Harry wasn’t there she’d have cursed me!”
“So you don’t have any feelings for him?” I asked, feigning nonchalance.
“Ugh, gross! Of course not! He’s my BROTHER. He’s really funny and a loyal friend and all, but he is literally the most immature person I’ve ever met in my life. He’s pretty much the textbook definition of a mama’s boy. Not to mention he’s dumb as a brick. You would not BELIEVE the grammatical errors I find in his essays. He still doesn’t even know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’!”
I schooled my face, carefully avoiding the look of triumph that tried to spring to life. But she knew me too well, “You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Sir. You’re a man. The most complex, intelligent, sensitive, and powerful man I’ve ever met. No one holds a candle to you.” Joy and pride flared in my chest. I barely avoiding breaking into a huge smile at her praises. I merely grunted and avoided eye contact.
After a long moment of silence, she took me by the chin and forced me to look at her. “Now, do you want to tell me what last night was about?”
I knew this moment was coming, but it didn’t make the feeling of dread any less awful when she asked. “No,” I responded simply and coldly.
“Sir, with all due respect, I’m willing to bet that you haven’t cried like that in nearly 30 years. Clearly, something is very, very wrong. And if you think I’m leaving this room without finding out what it is, you’re completely daft.”
“You can’t know. It’s crucial to the war effort that it remain a secret.”
“Let me guess, Dumbledore is making you keep the secret?” she scoffed.
“Naturally.”
“Well, seeing as you forced me just last week to tell you about Harry’s book and his lessons with Dumbledore…”
“This is a completely different situation, girl. You can’t possibly begin to understand…”
She cut me off, exclaiming, “Don’t you do that, Severus Snape! Don’t you dare treat me like a child! We are way past that point now, ok? I know you like to think of yourself as this tragic, lone-wolf type, but that’s not the case anymore! I’m here. I’m right fucking here! We’re a team. You’re not alone anymore.”
Choking up slightly, I shook my head and replied, “I can’t.”
“I swear to Merlin if you don’t tell me right now I will turn you into a fruit bat!!!”
Lacking the energy to argue any more, I simply looked into her eyes and gestured vaguely at my head. Catching my meaning, she took her wand in hand and whispered, “Legilimens…”
I barely occluded, simply feeding her the scenes she needed to see. She watched me battling the curse from the ring for hours, managing to temporarily restrain the dark power within his hand. She viewed Draco’s initiation as a Death Eater, and my subsequent unbreakable vow to his mother. She saw my numerous arguments with Dumbledore about the injustice of him giving me such a despicable task. She read the letter from Lucius, offering information about her parents in return for protecting Draco from both sides of the war.
When she backed out my mind and my vision returned, I saw that her face had hardened into a mask of wrath. I expected her to be bawling hysterically, distraught that I’d have to murder her beloved headmaster. “This. Is. Complete. Bullshit,” she ground out. “He can’t force you to do that! What about your future? What about your fucking soul?! There’s no reason that this has to be kept a secret from the rest of the Order! They can all see the damned curse in his hand! It’s not right for him to ruin your reputation, ruin your entire fucking future, when you’ve done nothing but serve him loyally for half your life! When this war is over, the wizarding world should worship you as a bloody hero! And he’s ruining everything!!!” she screamed furiously. “If he’s so unafraid of death, why doesn’t he just commit suicide?! He’d save your and Draco’s souls while still getting what he wants!”
I was incredibly warmed by her passionate outburst on my behalf, but I responded dejectedly, “There’s no other way, Hermione. This is how it has to be. You need to start getting used to the idea. Soon I will be a full-time Death Eater again.”
“Well I refuse to accept that.”
I exploded into a rage, “You don’t have the option, little girl! I’m going to be the killer of the most beloved Hogwarts Headmaster in centuries! I’m going to destroy the only person who ever believed there was good inside of me! I will go back to serving the Dark Lord’s every whim! I’ll be the monster again, and you’ll be the Gryffindor princess! You should just run up to the hospital wing right now and stick your tongue down Weasley’s throat! We both know that’s your true destiny... To live happily ever after, supporting Weasley with your influential ministry position while he stays home with your little ginger babies…”
“If you really believe that tripe you’re spouting, then you’re not nearly as intelligent as I thought!” she spat. “When have I EVER given you the impression that I prefer to take the easy way out?!”
“Oh, please! Every female professor has been predicting you and Weasley would end up together since you were first years! Opposites attract, and all that…”
She let out a mocking laugh, sounding slightly hysterical. “What, did you think that they’d predict I would fall for a professor?!”
“Of course not, you quarrelsome little swot! No one could have foretold such a thing! You’re simply the victim of temporary insanity, and one of these days you’re going to wake up, horrified with what you’ve done! I know when you’re young, it’s easy to get caught up…”
She interrupted me forcefully, “Stop that right now!! Stop talking down to me! Just because I’m younger than you, doesn’t mean I can’t make decisions for myself! I’m so fucking sick of you acting like you’ve forced me into this! I’m here because I want to be! I’m here because I need you! I fucking crave you, do you understand?!”
I glared at her fiercely, taking in the determined set of her jaw, the dark fire burning behind her eyes. Suddenly, she was on top of me. My coffee mug flew out of my hand, clattering loudly across the wood floor. She ripped the covers off my nearly nude body. She grinned at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes. She straddled my hips and ran her fingernails, none too lightly, down my scarred chest and stomach. I swelled immediately, desperate for the two thin layers of fabric separating us to disappear.
She ground her hips into mine as she, with surprising crudeness, ran her tongue the length of my mutilated torso, from navel to nipple. I groaned enormously, grabbing her hips and pressing her yet-harder against my throbbing erection. She laid across me, biting and sucking my neck aggressively. I desperately wanted her shirt gone so that I could feel her skin on my own. As if reading my mind, she ripped off her tank-top and tossed it across the room.
She was wearing the tiniest bra I’d ever seen, hardly more than two scraps of pink lace. It was stretchy and unlined, so her tantalizingly erect nipples were on full display. She pressed her torso against my own, placing frantic kisses up and down my throat. Her skin was impossibly soft and burning hot to the touch. I shoved my hand roughly between our bodies and readjusted my cock in my underwear, laying it flat against my pelvis so that she could feel it against her. I continued to grind against her rhythmically, grasping her tightly by her narrow hips.
Her movements became more erratic, rubbing against me almost painfully. Suddenly, she bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder, muffling a high-pitched yelp. She came against me, shudderingly, making the most alluring little gasps I’d ever heard. She tried to slow, but I held her forcefully against me. Within seconds, the sounds of her orgasm brought my own along with it.
She felt so indescribably delicious against me; her nubile body was the most glorious thing I’d ever experienced. I held her tightly, desperately, hungrily to me. “Hermione…” I groaned. She let out a little huff of laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck and nuzzling my shoulder. “I didn’t even know I could come from frottage,” I said gruffly.
The sensation of her body quaking with mirth against mine made my cock start to swell again. “Go on. You need to get some clothes on before before I have a heart attack,” I said, slapping her gently on her tights-clad bottom. She squealed and leapt off of me, giggling girlishly.
We dressed reluctantly, watching each other from either side of the room. She poured me a new cup of coffee, and we proceeded into the laboratory. “Well, we finally have an actual focus for our muggle studies research project now,” she joked dryly. We only had a half-dozen books left to read from the 200+ we’d taken out of her house. We hadn’t read them all cover-to-cover, but I was truly impressed by the sheer volume of text we could shovel through in a short period of time. I truly had found my perfect research partner.
“Indeed. If you really insist on being a part of all this, your help would be absolutely invaluable.”
She glowed at my compliment, squeezing my hand reassuringly. “We’re going to figure this out, Sir. We will find a loophole. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”
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