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When the Magic's Gone	By : Avrild Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four — Hermione Comes to a Decision

It all belongs to Rowling, except what you don’t recognize.

Yes, it’s getting smuttier.

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Hermione waited in the bathroom until she heard him leave. She went back into her room and enjoyed the feeling of having the house all to herself. She couldn’t stand her life anymore, but she wasn’t sure how to fix it. She hated Snape and yet she desired him and couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Normally at this time of year, she’d be at Hogwarts enthusiastically involved in her studies, practically living in the library and socializing with her best friends Ginny, Ron and Harry. Now Harry was dead and Ron, well he was more depressed than she was right now. She’d rung him at their new counsel housing and he had been hardly able to put two words together. Ginny hadn’t been around at all, spending long hours at the hospice with her father. She wanted so much to visit them, but it would take up most of the day to get there by public transport and she couldn’t stand to have her parents drive her. She knew that really needed to get act together. Signing up for a driver’s education course could be a start. Instead, she was lost in feverish dreams of the time she had spent with the professor in Malfoy’s dungeon.

Time and again her mind returned to that place and to the sensations he had evoked in her. Memories of both his touch and the feel of his body sent her spinning into a state of ecstasy. While her family thought she was in deep mourning, she was actually spending hours in bed, daydreaming about him and bringing herself off. She had read the underlined passages in certain books passed around the girl’s dormitory and she used these scenarios for her fantasies of him. The place that she had created inside her mind was so much better than the cold ugly truth that surrounded her.

But she had ruined everything this morning. He had been talking to her, opening up and telling her about himself and his family and she had been too angry with him to listen. She had felt so betrayed that he’d told her mum about her staying up all hours at the telly as if she were a naughty child. Then again, maybe the adult thing to do would have been to apologize for ruining his sleep? She felt so many conflicting emotions that it was much easier to be angry than regretful.

She understood now that he was a chameleon, ready to change and adapt to whatever life would fling at him. And he wanted her to accept his philosophy of survival. Wasn’t that why he was willing to have sex with her in the first place: to help her adapt to being captive to the Malfoys? Everything that man did was planned. Could she even trust the stories he’d told her? She wanted to believe that he was capable of some sort of sincerity, but he was an actor at heart. She’d watched as he played and strung along her parents. They had opened their home, their hearts and their pocketbooks to him. He was so damned smooth.

To top it all off, she felt bad for Rachel. Her parents’ receptionist had been friendly to Hermione during the summers that Hermione had helped out at her parents’ practice. She wasn’t much of an intellect but excelled at sports and loved to cook. She was also way too generous and forgiving with men, to the point of being a doormat. She had an unerring instinct in picking the wrong man. She had once said that if there were one bastard in a room full of princes, she’d find him. And her instincs wos working: Snape would chew her up and spit her out. And Hermione couldn’t warn her about him without looking like a jealous schoolgirl. Which she would be, if she were still in school.

Hermione had to have him again, even it if was just to get him out of her system. Normally her goal would be to ace her exams, but with nothing to study for, perhaps she needed a new goal, such as being in Severus Snape’s arms. It was time to find her backbone. And to compete with Rachel, she’d need to look good. Snape had told Hermione that she was beautiful, powerful and bright. She’d hold on to that. And a bath would be a good start to reaching her new objective.

After soaking in the tub and washing her hair, she put on some condition and waited for it to soak in. While waiting, her imagination again took over. She swiped the conditioner over her breasts and stomach while thinking of his hands. They were large, yet seemed delicate because of his long, tapering fingers. She imagined how those fingers would feel inside her as she stroked herself softly. She thought of his lips and how sensuous they could be even when he frowned. In her fantasy, his hair was still long and his teeth unfixed. His face was the cold, dispassionate mask, which had miraculously transformed during his orgasm. She thrilled to remember how he looked as he came. She rinsed off her hair and wrapped it in a large, fleecy white towel. Then she put on her plaid flannel robe. Lying on her bed, she continued to touch and stroke herself until she murmured out his name and came. She fell asleep with a small smile on her lips. For the first time since her world dissolved, she felt in control.

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Snape had not done well at the job interview. He didn’t know that when a major corporation wanted to discuss possible potion manufacturing, it was up to the presenter to have the math ready and waiting. Because of Snape’s economic naivety, the company brought in their own man who looked at the ingredients and straight out said it would not be economically feasible. That was even before the issue of organic versus convention herbs came up. It was obvious that Snape would have to do some serious research into marketing and economics before he attempted another interview like that one.

He stopped into a café and drew up a study plan of what he’d have to learn at the library before doing another presentation. When he felt that he’d written all he could on the subject, he left the café and headed to a Boots located down the street. He found a clarifying lotion that didn’t seem too toxic and a bottle of rose water.

When he arrived home it was mid-afternoon. He’d only gotten lost on the tube twice, and the wait for the omnibus was short. He made himself a sandwich and then went in search of Hermione to give her the items from the store. He knocked on her door and received no response. The door wasn’t locked, so he put his head in. He almost left. He should have left; instead he walked inside and watched a sleeping vision of delight.

Hermione was fast asleep with her robe temptingly open. One breast was uncovered, revealing to Snape a pink nipple, soft and ready to plunder. And her long white hip and thigh were also appealing exposed. He felt himself getting hard, but stood still, drinking in the sight.

He wasn’t sure when he had first developed tender feelings for her. He had always felt extreme annoyance and irritation at her ability in potions because she was an arrogant chit. And he had also despised her for the company she kept. He had done his best to ignore the part of him that actually admired her talents and intelligence. However, when it looked as if she might be killed, he had thrown away all caution to save her, only because her loss would have been a disgrace to the universe. Living under the same roof with her, he found his defenses rapidly disappearing. For the life of him, he wasn’t quite sure when or how he had fallen in love with her, but he thanked the Heavens for Rachel and cold showers -- he’d need them both.

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Hermione woke a few minutes later with the strange sensation that she had not been alone. She heard the telly on downstairs and readied herself to see him. She came down the stairs and Snape did a double take. She’d put on a half stone since coming home and her once baggy jeans were totally filled, as was her black tee-shirt. She’d taken the time to put her hair up, leaving a few tendrils hanging. Her make-up was subtle, but she hoped effective. Anyway, it had to have been an improvement over the past week. She sat down on the couch, facing him.

‘Hermione, you’re looking’ well.’ Snape handed her the Boots bag. ‘I hope you find this useful. Hmm, I take it that you have some plans for tonight?’

She took the bag without looking inside. ‘Thanks.’ Then she shook her head. ‘No, I don’t feel like going out just yet. It’s still been too soon.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I wanted to apologize and thank you for this morning. Not necessarily in that order.’ She blushed.

‘What brought about this change?’

‘You did. I appreciate your trying to help. I want to know more, about you, your family. It’s really good of you to talk to me.’ Her heart did a flip as Snape produced a real smile instead of a sneer. Gods, the man had dimples to die for.

‘I wasn’t sure if I was intruding. Your parents seemed inclined to take the hands off approach.’

‘That’s because they’re muggles. I’ve always been somewhat of a mystery to them.’

‘I suppose it’s been hard for them.’

‘And what about your parents? Are they still alive?’ She wanted to know everything about the man she planned to seduce.

He gestured toward the television set. ‘I keep checking on the international news casts. I haven’t seen anything in the papers, but there have been some anti-wizard riots in the States. My parents emigrated to Canada after it came out I was a Death Eater. I’m hoping they won’t be facing any anti-wizard sentiment where they are.’

‘Can’t you contact them?’

‘We’ve lost touch.’

‘That’s really sad.’ Hermione touched his arm in sympathy. He didn’t pull away. ‘I can’t imagine that happening with mine.’

‘You’re lucky to have them. And I can never repay them for all their help.’

‘No.’ She turned back and watched another news spot about a debate entitled the ‘Wizard Problem.’ Every part of her body screamed out to reach over and kiss him. She felt as if she were burning up inside just from being next to him.

Snape snorted his disgust and switched the station. There were only chat shows. Sighing, he turned it off.

Hermione made her move and, rather awkwardly, threw her body on his, putting her arms around his neck to kiss him. He reached up to remove her arms, but his body overrode his brain. In confusion, he returned the kiss and then deepened it with his tongue. He moaned at the fire going through his loins as the images of Hermione’s naked breasts co-opted his reason. He massaged a breast with one hand while the other snaked itself through her hair releasing her curls from confinement. She squirmed on his lap, delighting in his hardness beneath her. Now this was bliss, she thought. They continued to kiss and Snape pressed his hand over her mound causing her to arch in excitement.

There was the sound of a car entering the driveway.

‘Oh bloody hell.’ Hermione murmured.

Snape jumped off the couch as if it were on fire and headed to the front door.

‘No, don’t go to her,’ cried Hermione.

‘I appreciate what you are trying to do.’ He winked. ‘Good try.’ He adjusted his trousers and walked out the front door, just as her father came in the kitchen door.
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