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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N:
@BlackRose "I'm surprised he really hasn't killed her yet! " - after this, he would if he just could move well enough, her or himself whichever proves to be easier :D
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
„Well, actually, professor...“ she starts to stutter „...we need to remove all that sweat and...“ he wants to kill her if he could just vaporise her on the spot. And she’s still talking „...ble but honestly, there are only two options.“
„There is a third option Granger, shut up and just put me back to bed!“
„You are soaked with sweat, you need to take a bath.“ She argues like he doesn’t know that, he is doing his best to suppress the shivers, the room is warm but the sweat is getting cooled and he is on the floor
„Use. The. Magic!“ he growls
„No! Matron forbade it.“ She doesn't look like she’s enjoying this, he is certain that she dreads the whole situation more than he does, but Merlin she is stubborn enough to go through it. No! He won’t allow it! There is not a single chance that he will accept this, not willingly.
„Misty!!!“ he yells and the elf pops in
„What dirty mouth Missy doing to professor?“ Misty hissed at her and Hermione got red in the face, glaring at the elf. Hermione’s threat forced Misty to stop calling her Muddy Blood but she started calling her ’dirty mouth’, Hermione took that as a compliment and counted as a victory. Nothing else changed between elf and her, they were still antagonistic towards each other.
„Well, you called her, now explain.“ Hermione hisses at him
„Misty, can you put me to bed?“ he turns to elf, she is an ally, always been, taking care of him whenever he was in the house
„Professor is sweaty and dirty and cold. Professor needs a warm bath.“ States Misty and he glares at her ’Now she found to side with Hermione. Maybe if I point out...’
„Misty, are you tell me that you agree that my nurse should bathe me?“
„Missy dirty mouth is going to touch professor. Shame on you!“ elf turns to Hermione and he grins at her
„Fine if you think you can bathe him, without magic, be my guest.“
„Misty can’t, not without magic. Maybe this time, you should be a rent-an-elf, and help professor.“ Grumbles elf, Hermione plaster a huge victorious grin on her face and he growls ’No, no, no, this is going all wrong! Merlin, they are ganging up on me!’
„I refuse! You won’t put your hands on me!“
„Professor, you can only choose tub or a sponge bath. It is nothing really, I...“
„Not another word, Granger! You are NOT touching me! You are NOT undressing me. And, you are most definitely do NOT bathing me!“ he struggles to get up and manages almost to sit before he falls down with a soft thump.
„Misty is sorry professor. Misty will set new sheets, soft and warm.“ Elf popped out of the room
He growls. This is the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate punishment. This is worse than death. He does not deserve this! He does deserve death for his crimes, but he suffered enough! More than enough!
„Misty filled the tub with water. Rent-an-elf better wash professors hair.“ Grumbled Misty and vanished again
„I am really, really sorry professor...“ Granger sounds apologetic.
’Oh, no you won’t! If I have to suffer through humiliation so will you’ he feels helpless and enraged. She lifts him with magic and flats him to the bathroom. The tub is full of water, he nearly sighed in relief, thick foam covers the water surface.
„Right,“ she starts and his ears strain, almost painfully, this start doesn’t sound good „I’m sorry professor...but I have to remove...“
„NO! No. You. Do. Not.“ Is she insane he has to stop her somehow, by any means
„But...“
„Granger are you so desperate for male company that you are willing...“
„Now professor, that is not fair...“
„Will you STOP calling me that.“ He feels panic rising. This is like his worst nightmare coming to life.
„Like what?“ she blinks at him, confused, for now, he’s grateful that her brain is not at its usual sharpness
„Professor.“ He hisses „It may be your...quirk...but I will not tolerate it.“
„Right. But you are...were my professor. How should I call you?“
„You may use any of charming nicknames you christen me with during your years at Hogwarts.“
„Right, then Snape it is. Still, I have to..“
„NO!!!!“ he yells. His throat hurts now, hurts enough that his eyes water
„Pro...ummm...yes, sorry. Snape, Gods this feels odd. Um, I have to remove...“
„Granger!“ he coughs
„Fine, would it be acceptable for you if I put you in the water with pyjama bottoms and then remove them?“ she asks, with almost desperate note in her voice
„Fine.“ He grumbled through clenched teeth. This is better, marginally, but still better than to let her disrobe him completely. She lowers him in the water and he sighs ’This is the bliss...’ water is warm and shooting. He closes his eyes. Hands...hands!!!
„What. Are. You. Doing?“ he growls, her hands are under the water, she is in a flimsy tank top with thin straps „What. Are. You. Wearing?“
„Oh, I’m removing the pyjama bottoms and I removed my shirt, it has sleeves.“
„Will you stop touching me!?!“ he growls
„How else I’m going to bathe you?“
„I. Don’t. Care!“ he gets a fit of a cough again and to his dismay, she uses it to pull his bottoms off. He hears the wet splash when they hit the tills. Merlin! He is naked, in the bathroom, and chit is taking the flannel! „I told you not to touch me!“ he starts coughing again. Fine, growling and hissing, no more yelling.
She starts with his hands and he relaxes a little bit. Oh, this feels nice. For a brief time he allows himself to enjoy the feeling of scrubbing, it warms his skin. Resting his head on the edge of the tub he closes his eyes. She washed his shoulders and the back of the neck. She washed his hair, rubbing something in it that smelled like orange flowers. He could...purr...yes, he could get used to this. She switched to his feet. This is a bliss! Slow rubbing almost put him to sleep...almost. She switched to his back, making him lean to one of her hands while she rubbed his back. She gently pushed him back and started to scrub his chest. He is relaxed now.
She can’t see anything, her hands disappeared under the thick layer of foam, but he is content as long as nothing can be seen. Ok, maybe he could get used to this from time to time. His eyes flew open and wide
„What are you think you are doing?“ he hisses, this is rather rude and violent jolt from the bliss he was in
„Ummm....washing you.“ She blushes...
The door klick and he can hear Lucius calling
„Severus is everything alright? Oh...oh...Miss Granger, I do believe I advised you to remove the clothes, it does make things rather simpler.“ His voice is silky and full of concealed laughter.
„You, remove your hands!“ he growls „Lucius...OUT!“
„Really Severus, you didn’t mind me watching before.“ Drawls Lucius. He still can’t see him, but she is dark red in her face and looks like the rabbit caught in headlights. He can feel her hands twitch on his lower abdomen but she does not remove them. Now, he can either use Lucius to embarrass her enough to remove her hands and suffer through Lucius’s jokes for an unforeseen amount of time. Or, he could toss out Lucius and continue to argue with her. He liked his chances better with her.
„Lucius...OUT!!!“
„Fine, fine. I’m going. You two are such a bore.“ The last word was dragged down but the doors clicked again. She relaxed, nearly leaning on him.
„Granger! I am not a bloody table. Remove your hands at once!“
„But prof...“ she started and he narrowed his eyes at her „sorry, Snape...ummm...yes...I didn’t finish the washing.“
„And you won’t!“ he hissed, the throat was killing him at this point. Fine, he can talk, yelling is still off limits...obviously.
„But...“
„I. Can. Do. At. Least. That. Much.“
„Fine. Let me finish with your legs then first.“ She huffed, insulted and moved scrubbing his thighs, with more force than necessary. ’Why is she so mad, little hussy! Oh, we are going to do this my way.’
„Is this your idea of punishment or are you just insulted that you are prohibited to molest me?“ he lowered his voice in a purr, she halted her movements
„What?!“ her question was somewhere between shrill scream and outrage
„I’m just asking for further references.“
„I don’t understand...“
„Why...are...you...trying...to...peel...my...skin?“ he used the skill he honed as a teacher, the one that made most of the students cry
„I....I....sorry“ she mumbled and continued to wash him, red in the face with angry expression but she hid her eyes from him. ’Victory.’ The smug thought flooded his mind.
The said victory was short-lived. Even if she was avoiding intimate areas, her hands brush the flannel against some more sensitive parts, like insides of his thighs or lower part of his abdomen. He gritted his teeth, thanking Merlin, Salazar and all others that he was in the water. He is sweating again! Finally, she removed his hands and glared at him
„Misty!“ she called and elf popped in „Can I ask you to watch professor? He wants to finish his bathing alone. And, please tell me if he fails.“ At the last words, she sent him one glance full of warning and determination
„Misty will.“ Nodded elf and Granger vanished from his sight, he let out one long breath. Was he holding it?
His hands felt as if they are made of led, but he willed them to move. With an annoyance, anger and not a small amount of panic he discovered that he is semi-hard. Sure, his body was healing, and many of its functions returned to what they were before. Before stress and war and constant abuse by lack of sleep or meals with the added bonus of occasional punishment wrecked it. Through, some of the functions could stay dormant by his account, like this one in particular. Misty was standing on the cabinet, watching him like an odd bald hawk. With painful slowness he managed to finish the task, thinking about most disgusting sights he could muster.
’My brain is cruel, cruel device.’ He decided. Fine, his organ was once again flaccid but the image, no matter that it was manufactured by his brain, was etched behind his eyelids, a rather passionate encounter of Dumbledore and Filch. He shivered and elf disappeared. ’Damn it!’ the door clicked.
„I have to take you out of the water and dry you before you can dress up again.“ He heard her voice before she appeared in his line of sight.
„No.“
„Oh, stop acting like a child, Snape.“ She hissed ’Why is she so annoyed? She has no right to...’ he twitched when a towel flapped over the tub. She lifted him out of the water, towel keeping his crotch covered, and left him to levitate while she wiped most of his body with another towel. Allowing the one over his crotch to soak up the water. She pulled new and clean pyjama bottoms on him and finally, levitate him to bed.
„How do you feel?“
„Annoyed.“ He grumbles
„I didn’t ask in general.“ She snapped at him „Are you tired or should I sent Misty to call your friend?“
That was the question. He did feel tired, exhausted, even if he didn’t do almost anything.
„I will sleep a bit first.“
„Very well.“ she sat on her sofa and took a book to read. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He really was tired.
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