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Dance with the Devil	By : JCB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four: To give the Devil his due

Severus Snape strode down the corridors of the Ministry of Magic, ignoring the sycophantic bowing and unctuous greetings being called out to him by flunkies desperate to try and get into his good graces. Possibly to even share some of his power.

He sneered. Having sacrificed so much to attain his current position, there was no way he was going to extend any of his good fortune to people who had sneered at him, teased him and spurned him his entire life.

As he entered the room where Voldemort now reigned supreme, he stopped and bowed low. Rising up, he scanned the faces gathered, making sure he did not linger on Draco�s countenance.

�My lord,� he intoned, his deep voice echoing through the room. �You summoned me.�

�Severus,� the Dark Lord hissed, raising his right hand and beckoning his servant forward.

Snape quickly flowed through the others gathered and bowed down, kissing Voldemort�s hand and noting that the Lestranges were flanking their master.

�Bella brings me what she believes to be a great prize,� Voldemort continued, lazily motioning for Severus to rise and stand before him.

�My lord?� Severus queried, and eyebrow quirking quizzically.

�Blood of your intended bride,� the Dark Lord clarified.

Severus gazed at his master, brow wrinkled in confusion.

�My lord,� he began, �if you wish to have her blood, I can easily provide more.�

Voldemort laughed.

�Why, thank you, my most trusted servant! However, I believe that Bella believed I would like to use it to supply you with a wedding gift.�

�A gift, my lord?� Severus queried, surprised. �Your allowing me to such a good mare to renew the ancient line of the Prince family is more than enough of a gift!�

Voldemort nodded. �I agree with you, Severus. Furthermore, despite the wish of many of your Brothers, I have no wish to witness the sexual depravity of your Mudblood. I have more important situations to attend to than ensuring you get laid!�

The whole room laughed as Severus flushed. He flicked a quick gaze to Bella and saw anger and frustration evident on her face. Apparently, she had once again been trying to get back into the Dark Lord�s good graces. Severus decided to twist the knife.

�If I may be so bold,� he murmured to his master. �It would behove me if Bella would spend more time with her sister, working to rid me of the Unbreakable Vow they subjected me to.�

Severus had found that reminding Voldemort of what was generally perceived to be the Black sisters� treachery always ensured any excess attention was turned away from himself.

�True,� Voldemort acknowledged. �You have my permission to leave, Severus.�

Mentally sighing in relief, Severus bowed once more and backed away from the Dark Lord. He had almost exited the room when Voldemort spoke again.

�I have no interest in attending your nuptials, Snape. Ensure the deed is done and present the Mudblood to me once she is breeding. I am sure I will be able to find some use for her then. Of course, you may bring her earlier if you find her tiresome. Take Draco with you as your witness.�

�Yes, my lord.�

Bowing once more, he turned and left the room, striding ahead and not acknowledging his companion until they reached the main hall where they could Floo out.

�I am for Hogwarts,� he informed Draco curtly. �You may join me now or come to my house later.�

With a studied air of ennui, Draco answered, �Might as well come and see the old cat with you.�

Nodding curtly, Severus gathered up the Floo powder and, stating his destination clearly, stepped into the green flames.

Draco promptly followed.

*~*

Minerva McGonagall sighed wearily and sat back in her chair, her gaze roving over all the portraits of the former Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts.

And now I�ll be there one day, she reflected wryly.

It seemed she had been the only one who had not been surprised at Tom Riddle�s choice to install her as Headmistress of Hogwarts. She knew the importance he placed on this school and that he understood the danger of having untrained witches and wizards around, especially if they were clever. If not kept busy, they could maybe go off on their own and become power hungry, megalomaniac sorcerers!

So what better idea than to put in charge a woman who knew, understood and practiced to perfection the art of control.

I never would have thought he would have remembered that little lecture, she mused, recalling the young second year Slytherin she had told off in her first year as a prefect.

Her first and last year in that position. At the end of her fifth year, she had been approached by her adored Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore, who had requested that she keep a lower profile in the future. Without knowing the reason why this was necessary, Minerva subsequently rejected the offer of Prefect in her sixth year and Head Girl in her final year.

And it was that decision that has led me here, trapped in the school and geased to never speak ill of Lord Voldemort and the new regime.

For if Tom Riddle had ever realised how truly powerful Minerva McGonagall was, he would have squashed her like a bug.

But he always was an arrogant toad, placing too much emphasis on titles and ancestry.

Thus he based his current assumptions on her from his recollections of his schooldays and the reports he received from his most faithful servant, Severus Snape. It had helped, of course, that her role and work in the previous war had been kept hidden by Albus. As to her being a member of the Order, he reasoned that she had been leaned on by her then employer and thus decided that imprisoning her in the school would ensure she could not join up with the left-over rebels. After, of course, he had thoroughly searched her mind for any knowledge for any further plans of the Order.

�So you�ve done it, you old bat,� Minerva whispered at the sleeping portrait of Dumbledore. �It was at least one plan of yours that worked,� she concluded bitterly.

The fire suddenly flared to life as Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy stepped into the room.

�How is my favourite tabby cat today?� Snape smirked, an eyebrow lifted in challenge.

�Quite well, you filthy little half-blood,� Minerva replied pleasantly.

As the pair continued trading insults, Draco wandered over to the portrait of his ancestor, Phineas Nigellus, whilst negligently waving his wand behind him.

As soon as Minerva and Severus felt the spell hit, they Disillusioned themselves and crept over to a cupboard in the corner of the room which had only one door open. Where they had previously stood, two doppelgangers were now carrying on their argument. Slipping in, and hidden from any prying eyes, Minerva opened the secret door and lead Severus into a cavernous room. Shutting the door behind her, she Finite Incantatemed them both and anxiously began to question him.

�What has happened? Did Miss Granger escape? No-one has contacted me since yesterday!� she raged.

Snape sighed. �Miss Granger is safe and at my house, but I must hurry back. Bella and Rodolphus have given the Dark Lord some of her blood. It is possible he will use it in a Scrying Spell to spy on her. Or if not him, then one of his lackeys.�

�No!� Minerva exclaimed, her face white with fear.

�He claims to have no interest in our nuptials, however, I cannot��

�Nuptials?� Minerva interrupted. �I thought she rejected you?�

Snape frowned. �She did. Emphatically. It seems that a night in the pens and a chance meeting with Penelope Clearwater garnered a re-evaluation of her response.�

Minerva laughed.

�Quiet and control yourself, woman,� Snape hissed impatiently. �He does not wish to see her or view the nuptials, but he does want her pregnant. I need to get her married to me properly or I will not be able to fully protect her, or myself.�

Minerva quieted as she absorbed that information. �So,� she clarified, �he gave you permission to marry, but will not witness it himself.�

�Exactly. He has sent Draco to be the witness.�

Minerva McGonagall issued forth a bout of swearing which would have had any previous Gryffindor student speechless in shock.

�It must be a � setup of some kind,� she murmured.

�Of course,� Snape responded impatiently. �However, you were there when he gave me permission to marry Miss Granger.�

�Yes,� Minerva answered, remembering the tantrum and the tears she had dredged up in front of Voldemort when Severus had requested the hand of Hermione Granger.

She still believed to this day it was her performance that had made the Dark Lord give Severus permission to marry the girl. His enjoyment of others pain was predictable, to say the least.

�That means that, as The McGonagall �� Snape hedged.

Minerva�s eyes flew up to him.

�Do you know what you are asking?� she gasped.

�I am asking you to marry Miss Granger and me, you fool,� he hissed at her, aware of the time passing.

�No,� she spat, grasping his arm. �As The McGonagall, I can only marry you to one of my clan if you have made them pregnant! It is enough of a stretch to make Miss Granger part of my clan, but I cannot marry the two of you if she is not carrying your bairn.�

Severus closed his eyes in pain. �I did know that,� he admitted quietly.

Minerva was stunned into silence.

�I feel like a paedophile,� he further confessed. �A former student � over twenty years younger than me,� he trailed off.

Minerva�s grasp on his arm gentled. �Once you have explained it to her,� she began before Snape�s eyes flashed up at her.

�She knows no Occlumency and they have a drop of her blood! How can I explain anything?� he growled fiercely at her, wrenching his arm from her grasp.

�How long will the blood last?� she asked.

�It was only a drop on Bella�s finger, or so I was informed,� Snape revealed. �They will have to use it soon, it will last for six weeks at the most. However, it was such a small amount they are probably using it now. If I do not take advantage of my wife, my position and Draco�s could end up being in jeopardy.�

�Well then,� Minerva responded briskly. �You know what you must do.�

She turned and strode towards the door. Before they Disillusioned themselves again, she turned to her compatriot.

�I am sorry, Severus. Truly.�

Together, they left the room, taking up the positions of the Doppelgangers just as the spell gave out.

�You greasy, slimy bastard,� Minerva hissed. �Go then � take out your pathetic need for revenge on an innocent girl!�

Draco strolled back over to the arguing couple, sweat pouring down his brow at the effort of keeping the spell active for so long.

�May we please leave now?� he wearily questioned. �I still have to witness you and Granger marrying before I can be free to have my own fun.�

Curtly, Snape nodded and, with a final sneer at Minerva, activated the Floo and left.

Alone again in her gilded cage, Minerva sat down and dropped her head onto the surface of the desk. She hoped Severus had understood her veiled hint about Hermione�s experience.

*~*

As they stepped out of the fire at the Hog�s Head, Draco looked up at his fellow Death Eater in surprise.

�May I ask why we are here?� he ventured, slightly in awe of the anger settling over his companion�s face like a thundercloud.

�I need a drink,� was the only response as the black-robed wizard stalked over to the bar, ordering a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky, before turning to Draco and asking, �What do you want?�

They settled at a table, Draco nursing a Butterbeer as Snape swiftly downed shot after shot of the potent brew.

�Any more of that and you won�t be able to perform,� the young pureblood commented idly, before casting Muffliato. �Not that I don�t understand the need to fortify yourself to bed that, but your inability to take that girl will adversely affect the both of us.�

Snape paused, another shot halfway to his mouth and stared incredulously at the boy. Slowly, he placed the glass back on the table, staring so intently that Draco began to shift uncomfortably.

�I do not follow your inclinations, Draco,� he finally said gently. �No matter what you have seen or heard, I have always preferred the embrace of a partner who is both willing and female.�

�But Uncle Rodolphus�� Draco began, a slight whine evident in his voice.

�Your uncle�s feelings for me are in no way reciprocated. I did only what was expected of me.�

Draco blushed, dropping his eyes to the table. �Why do you need the drink then?� he mumbled.

�I believe I said willing partner, Mr Malfoy,� Snape reiterated.

Draco grunted. �If she doesn�t want you, she�s an idiot.�

Snape rolled his eyes. �Thank you for that vote of confidence, Draco.�

Draco suddenly smiled. �So, do you actually find her attractive? I mean, she was all right at school, but she�s let herself go in the Muggle world, hasn�t she?�

�This is neither the time nor the place,� Snape hissed, knocking back another shot.

Draco took a sip of his Butterbeer and waited.

�However,� Severus continued, gazing down and the filthy table top, �I find nothing particularly displeasing about her physical appearance. That fact of who she is�� he trailed off.

Draco reached over and stopped the older wizard from downing another shot.

�We have to go,� he informed his former teacher, fear lacing his voice. �Fenrir�s just come in.�

Nodding, Snape stood, swaying slightly before swiftly moving over to the fireplace. They both Flooed out just as Fenrir picked up their scent.

*~*

A/n: It was a tradition to call the head of a Scottish clan The {insert name of clan}. For example the head of the clan McCloud would be called The McCloud (yes, I watched Highlander). Everything else (about the clan member being pregnant) is made up by me. I took on that Hermione could possibly be seen as belonging to McGonagall�s clan from the Speech Minerva gives in the first book about the house being your home/family. She is the Head of House and therefore head of family. It�s a stretch, but hey! it�s fiction!

GinnyW and JuneW are my goddess betas for this story and deserve heaps and heaps of naked Snapes.

Dash - I have another two stories - Snape's Redemption and Strange meeting. Snape's redemption is finished and Strange Meeting is a one shot. I think they're both still available on the "read-only" archive, if you're interested! Glad you're enjoying the story and thanks so much for the review - my only payment! (that and counting the number of hits I get.....)

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