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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

Hermione moaned. Her head felt like someone had hit it with a brick. She slowly rolled over onto her side with a grunt of pain, and forced her eyes open. She squinted against the overly bright light and waited for the room to come into focus. When it finally did she blinked in surprise. Two wooden chair legs and a pair of black boots lay only a few inches from her face.

The feet moved suddenly and she heard the rustle of robes as he got to his feet. "Get up girl." His voice was low and dangerous and it sent a shiver down her spine. She pushed herself onto a sitting position as her head swam, but she struggled getting to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly and her hip hurt. She rubbed the side of her head where it hurt most and was surprised to find a tender lump. She gasped in pain as her fingers prodded it carefully.

Hermione tried to recall what had happened. The last thing she could really remember was going into the library to clean. No…wait… There was the vague recollection of standing over the desk as a furious voice spoke from behind. There was a burst of agony and then the edge of the desk slowly coming closer until… nothing. Dammit! What do I do this time? Try as she might she couldn't remember any more details, and what she could recall was blurry and white-washed.

Snape hissed in annoyance as she stopped moving, and grabbing her hair, tugged her onto her knees in front of him. "You stupid girl, what did you think you were doing? How could you be so careless?"

She made no reply, still racking her brain in an effort to recall what she had done to made him so angry.

He bent over her, moving his face close to hers. A prickle of heat ran through her just before he pulled her hair hard, making her whimper. "You should know better than this now, girl. Answer me when I speak to you."

"Yes… master," she whispered. Tears picked at the corners of her eyes. What am I supposed to tell him? And why does he smell so good today? She unconsciously tried to pull closer to him, but his hands were still wound in her frizzy curls.

"Well…? Answer the question," he snapped.

"I…I don't know, I don't remember," came her stammering reply.

Snape growled, yanking on her hair to pull her head back. "You'd better not be lying, girl. I kept well within the limits that have caused your memory loss in the past." He looked into her eyes and another wave of warmth ran through her body to pool between her legs. Gods, what's wrong with me. Am I really getting off on being manhandled? She felt him press into her mind and sift through her memories quickly before withdrawing with a muttered curse.

He let go of her suddenly and she overbalanced, hitting the floor with a thump. Snape turned away tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It seems you are not lying this time. Your punishment was not particularly severe and yet you still have some memory loss. Interesting…" He grabbed her by the chin, looking into her eyes again, his piercing gaze sending a shiver through her. For a moment she thought he would invade her mind again, but he soon pulled away slightly and she almost sighed in relief.

Snape then gently touched the side of her head. "Where does it hurt?" he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone. She pointed to the spot on the side of her head and he ran his fingers over it, feeling the bump and making her wince. His other hand began to stroke the hair on the other side of her head, soothing and warming her at the same time. She had to fight the urge to push into his hand.

He began to mutter under his breath, his eyes unfocused and staring past her. She watched him with wide eyes, fixed on the soft curve of his lips. Her breathing began to quicken and she began to lean into the heat of his body, the earthy scent of him almost overpowering her senses. How have I never noticed how good he smells before? Her eyes closed as she moved closer, her lips almost brushing his as she let out an almost imperceptible whimper. Gods I want him so much.

Immediately the hands in her hair shifted, and he pulled away, getting to his feet. She opened her eyes in confusion at the sudden loss of his presence and looked up to see him staring down at her. His expression was an odd mixture of desire and disgust. It made him look strangely tortured. As her eyes met his he stepped towards her, his face suddenly darkening in irritation. He grabbed Hermione by the upper arm, dragging her to her feet and almost throwing her towards his desk.

"Since you have conveniently forgotten," he sneered, "you can see for yourself the reason for your punishment." Hermione looked where he was indicating. She gasped in horror. There were several books lying on the desk, waterlogged and wrinkled. One lay open, the ink inside blurred and the words faded. How the hell did I do that?

"Isn't there a spell…?"

"Think, you stupid girl! You want to go around throwing charms at Dark Arts books? In any case, that is irrelevant, although it is lucky for you that the books can be repaired. What concerns me is why you were not more careful with my possessions? Whatever possessed you to throw water over my books?

She flinched from the force of his anger. "I would never…"

"Whether by accident… or design, the outcome is the same."

Hermione was horrified. What had she been thinking? She'd always been more than careful around books, keeping her own and any that she borrowed in pristine condition, or at least in the same condition she found them in. Without the aid of her memories she didn't even know what she had been doing to get the books wet. She couldn't imagine not having taken the utmost care while cleaning. It must have been an accident.

"I wonder if I have not perhaps been too lenient with you. I am certainly rethinking my offer to let you study. Unless there is some other way you wish to make up for you mistake?" he asked with a leer. She felt liquid pool in her centre at his words, delivered in a low, husky tone. She flushed bright red and shook her head.

He ignored the action, moving closer to her. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, pet?" She made no reply, looking down at her feet in embarrassment. Snape stepped up behind her, pushing her against the edge of the desk and trapping her between it and his body, her back tight up against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his hands coming to rest on her ribs. She felt like she couldn't breathe as she prayed for his hands to move upwards and relieve the ache that was building in her breasts.

"That was a question. Answer me," he growled dangerously, his breath ticking her ear.

Hermione shuddered at the sensation, and tried to shake her head as she spoke. "No." She was barely audible.

"I told you not to lie to me, pet." His hands stroked down her sides to the top of her thighs. The ache in her breasts was slowly moving downwards to between her legs, and she clenched them together to try and stop the gentle throbbing. It didn't help at all, and as she felt his lips nuzzle the sensitive skin on the side of her neck she couldn't help but press herself back against him. His warm, velvety voice washed over her again. I know you want it. You can't fool me, pet. I can…smell just how… aroused you are.

Hermione flushed at his words, and squeezed her legs together again, now horribly aware of the dampness between her legs. His hands continued to more down, reaching the hem of her dress and slipping under to rest halfway up her legs. "You want me to keep going, pet? Tell me you want me to touch you."

Hermione did, but she still wasn't ready to tell him. His fingers traced idle circles on the front of her thighs, and the heat in her centre began to pulse with her need. Higher… please. Her need was so overwhelming she couldn't find the strength to question it. She just knew she wanted him.

Snape's hands moved slowly up her thighs, gravitating towards her core. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she felt her knees begin to buckle. He tugged gently on the lobe of her ear with his teeth, before running his tongue down her neck to where it met her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly to allow him better access.

As she slumped against him he seemed to realise how unsteady her legs were, and one arm appeared from under her dress and wrapped around her waist and pulling her even tighter against him. Through the haze she became aware of his hard cock pressed firmly against her arse. Snape ground his hips slowly against her and she moaned. Touch me… Touch me, please…

"Please, what…?" She realised she must have spoken out loud. The hand still under her dress was now at the juncture of her legs, almost where she wanted it. She was now utterly lost to everything besides gentle stroking of his hand and the throbbing in her centre. Finally it moved where she wanted it, and his fingers brushed across her clit.

"Please… master…" she cried, her hips bucking wildly at the contact, needing more. She wailed as his hand pulled away sharply, and just as quickly the arm around her waist disappeared and she fell forwards, clutching at the desk to stop herself from falling to the floor.

It took a few moments for her to regain her senses and look around for Snape in confusion. What the hell was that? She found him sitting in one of his armchairs, idly flicking through a large tome as if nothing had just happened. She pushed herself up off the desk and turned to face him, opening her mouth to question him.

Before she could Snape spoke in a cool tone. "Since I missed both breakfast and lunch you will prepare something for me now. Once I have finished you will complete today'stasks. Make sure you do a better job than you have so far today." He paused for a second as he turned a page. "You may go." He still hadn't looked up at her.

She gaped like a fish for a moment at his calm dismissal before finding her courage. "But…why…"

Snape cut her off before she could get any further. "Next time you will answer the question when it is asked. Take time while you are working this afternoon to decide what it really is you want, girl. I know I do not need to remind you of the rewards when you please me, or the consequences when you do not."

He finally lifted his eyes from the book sitting on his lap. When they met hers she almost took a step back from the blazing intensity in the dark orbs.

"Now, get out."
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