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Beyond the Pale	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 81362 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Hermione took in the tiny sitting room. Had she not been gifted with the ability to see in the dark, it would be a rather gloomy place. She found herself gravitating to the wall to wall shelves that were jam packed with books older than the Headmaster. Her parents sat down on the threadbare sofa while she took in the room. When she had the feeling that they were getting impatient, she sat down in the old armchair which stood in the group next to a rickety old table.

“How are you feeling?” Melody asked when she’d settled in.

“Overwhelmed,” Hermione answered truthfully. Everything that had happened that day had stretched her mind to the limits.

“Understandable,” Snape said softly. “It is a lot to come to terms with in such a short time. Perhaps we can help you clear up any confusion you have so far.”

Hermione nodded and tried to organize her thoughts. They were in such a mess that she was having trouble focusing on just one topic for discussion. Five minutes later and still nothing definitive would come to her. She felt like crying again but resisted the temptation.

“Maybe we should just start on the basics,” Melody said, taking pity on her inner turmoil.

“That would be best, I think,” Hermione said, ashamed that her logic skills and clear thinking had failed her.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Snape snapped and then sighed, trying once again to rein in his temper. “My turning was just as unexpected as yours was. I believe I am able to understand what you are going through.”

“It’s a shock,” Hermione admitted. “Why me?”

“I wish we knew,” Melody admitted. “And I’ll be kicking myself for eternity for not getting to you sooner. I was trying to keep an eye on Harry, thinking he was going to do something very foolish when he went running through the corridors like a bat out of hell. By the time I realized he only wanted to speak to a ghost about the possibility of Sirius returning as one, you had already left the castle. I’m so sorry.”

Hermione’s mind jerked to attention. “Harry thought Sirius would return as a ghost?”

“Afraid so,” Melody said sadly. “I can’t say I can blame him for hoping. I knew he’d be devastated by Sirius’s death, which is why I yanked the son of a bitch back into this life. Needless to say, Sirius won’t be returning as anything other than the childish wretch he’s always been.”

Hermione winced at the scathing tone in her mother’s voice. She knew Melody didn’t like Sirius but the bitter words spoke of a deeper hurt than she imagined. Then again, how angry would she be if a boy took something precious from her and then threw her away?

“Sorry,” Melody apologized quickly. “There’s no love lost for Sirius Black, I’m afraid.”

“It’s alright,” Hermione said softly. “It’s just…I’ve never seen that side of him. Well, he’s always been a bit childish and brash I suppose. I did so hate the way he and father goaded each other. But he was always very kind with Harry.”

Melody nodded. “I suppose he does have his good points. Unfortunately, I’ve never seen them and I don’t want to be close enough to him to get a different view. I hope you understand.”

“I do,” Hermione nodded. “What he did was despicable. Um, did you…tell him?”

“That I was pregnant?” Melody asked.

Hermione nodded jerkily. She was afraid that Snape was fixing to come unglued. To her surprise, he sat there passively, one arm casually draped around Melody and the other tracing lazy circles on her thigh.

“I did,” Melody continued, ignoring Hermione’s unease. “He said it was my problem to take care of.”

“He WHAT?” Hermione screamed.

Melody rubbed the bridge of her nose. She’d been through this with Severus before and frankly, it was giving her a headache. “Hermione, he was a sixteen year old wizard. He wanted to claim the bragging rights to thawing out the ice queen of Slytherin, namely me. But he didn’t want the consequences. He came from a very old pureblood family. They would have forced us to marry, which was something he wasn’t about to do. His family kicked him out that summer anyway but he thought he still needed a roof over his head when I told him.”

“I’ll hex him to hell the next time I see him,” Hermione said darkly.

“As amusing as that would be, and I assure you, I would be your number one supporter,” Snape cut in. “I am afraid I have to forbid it. Well, at least hexing for your mother’s revenge. Others would demand to know the circumstances behind your assault and I’m sure you can understand our desire to remain a secret.”

“Vol-“

“Don’t speak his name!” Snape snapped before Hermione could continue. “Outside of Hogwarts, his name is to never be spoken. It is jinxed, it can be tracked, and I will be punished most severely.”

“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry!” Hermione cried.

Snape held a hand to stay a continued apology. “You couldn’t have known, but remember that for future reference. And yes, that is the reason I wish Melody to remain a secret. Imagine the Dark Lord’s wrath if he were to learn of my mate.”

Hermione frowned in thought. Something wasn’t right. “The timeline is wrong. You mated with Melody after you took the Mark, right?”

“Yes,” Snape said cautiously.

“Then he had to have known about her. After all, you spent your entire seventh year as a vampire and mated to her.”

“I kept that part of my life a secret,” Snape said quietly. “And for good reason. The Dark Lord sees vampires as subhuman creatures, my prior blood status and current abilities notwithstanding. Thank Merlin Melody was just a little blip on the radar, a silly American who would be returning to the States at the end of her seventh year.”

“How did you keep her a secret then?” Hermione asked curiously.

“I hid her at my house,” Snape said, his arm tightening slightly. “During the time between our graduation and the fall of the Dark Lord, Melody studied to become a healer in the privacy of my home. It certainly came in handy. There is only so much damage a vampire can heal from.”

“Still,” Hermione insisted. “I’ve read that vampires heal extremely fast. How could you hide that from him?”

Snape smirked. “Glamours. As a vampire, you’ll find that your ability to perform wandless magic is off the charts. So much so in fact, you’ll only need your wand for appearances. I was able to use this ability to cast glamours to cover up my healing. Later, I integrated them into a hair clip that could be hidden to make it look like I had scarred.”

“Vampires don’t scar?” Hermione asked in fascination.

“No,” Snape said softly. “See for yourself. I believe you had a very nasty one given to you at the hands of Dolohov.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose in shock. Could it be possible? Had it disappeared? She hadn’t even looked when she had changed clothes earlier, so eager to feed and make the burning stop. She pulled her tank top away from her chest and chanced a glance down. Nothing but smooth flawless skin was there, somewhat paler than she had been but only by a shade or two. “Wow.”

“Wow, indeed,” Snape acknowledged. “In any case, the Dark Lord has never suspected that I am anything more than a mere human servant. He has no need to. We can walk in the daylight, bleed like a human, react to the same curses, and we can even die.”

“We can?” Hermione asked. “I thought we were immortal.”

“Even regular vampires can die,” Melody cut in. “However, our hearts are still beating, our souls intact. Therefore, an Avada will stop your heart as sure as a stake will. It is only a theory, but I suspect that if we were to fall that way, we would be given the option of returning as a soulless vampire. I, for one, am not willing to do that.”

“I can understand that,” Hermione said quietly. “How long do we live?”

“Eternity,” Melody answered. “Or as near as I can figure. My father aged as a daywalker, admittedly slower than a human but he still did. Once he was turned, he stopped aging. Sev and I did as well.”

Hermione peered at the face of her Potions Master. If he stopped aging at seventeen, then how did he look so much older?

“It’s another glamour,” Snape said when he realized what she was staring at. He waved his hand over his face and smirked when Hermione gasped in shock. “It would be most counterproductive if I were to retain the looks of my youth. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Merlin yes!” Hermione squeaked.

Professor Snape was absolutely gorgeous. He might have passed for twenty at the most. His skin was smooth and flawless, so unlike the harsh wrinkles of the glamour he’d held. His teeth were brilliant white and straight. Lank hair gave way to silky shimmering tresses that reached below his shoulders. Even his eyes, normally so black and cold had a small spark of light in them.

“It’s quite the difference, isn’t it?” Melody asked and laughed when Hermione could only nod vigorously. “The rest of his body is just as wonderful, I can assure you. Sev, you should take off your shirt and show the girl.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped open at the blatant suggestion. What in the hell was her mother playing at? This was her professor and her father. She was about to protest but Snape beat her to it.

“I’m not about to go parading myself around like a piece of meat just so you can get a rise out of the girl.”

“Oh, lighten up,” Melody said, casually smacking his chest. “She’s going to see it anyway.”

“I beg your pardon!” Hermione cried.

Melody giggled. “Oh little one, are you in for a surprise.”

“Why?” Hermione asked, a little uneasy about where this conversation was headed.

Melody smiled gently, almost in pity. “There are some things about vampires that you can’t learn from books. Oh sure, everyone knows about the perks. Insanely fast, strong, superhuman senses, blah, blah, blah and so forth and so on. However, there is another side, a darker side if you will. You’ve heard of a succubus or an incubus perhaps?”

Hermione nodded. “They are demons said to seek…sexual relations…with mortals.” She fought down the creeping blush at having to utter those words aloud and in front of her professor, her very male professor at that.

“Correct,” Melody plowed on. “These demons are mostly vampires intent on getting their jollies with mortals. What they don’t tell you is why.”

“Why?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. Why would anyone want to know why? They were sexually stimulated she imagined. Wasn’t that enough?”

“Yes why,” Melody said a bit impatiently. “Vampires are soulless by default, us being the exception. They crave connection, a way to fill the void if you will. Carnal delights do very nicely, as having sex usually includes intense emotions, even more so from mortals. Vampires, when not mated, are very promiscuous and sexually liberal beings.”

“And when they are mated?” Hermione asked weakly. She didn’t like where this lecture was headed at all.

“They can’t keep their hands off each other.” Melody grinned at her uncomfortable shift. “It’s instinct, one most aren’t inclined to fight against. Sev and I manage to control it at school but summer holidays are the one time we don’t have to. Therefore, I am afraid that you will most likely find yourself in some very awkward situations over the course of the next few months.”

“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned in mortification. She didn’t want to see her professor in the buff, accidental or otherwise.

“It get worse,” Melody said, a sudden frown marring her beautiful features. “There are codes even vampires have to follow should they want to live a peaceful life. We told you before that vampires are either submissive or dominant. This carries over into the bedroom as well. It falls to the parents to train their children in these ways.”

“WHAT?” Hermione screamed and jumped out of the chair. She had finally reached the breaking point. “What do you mean train their children? I have to learn to be a..a sex slave? Is that why you were kneeling?”

“Calm down,” Melody said softly.

Hermione ignored her and continued firing off indignant questions. “Who made all these bloody rules up anyway? What happens if someone is in between? Is this why I feel the need to bow and scrape like a bloody minion? I don’t want to be a submissive! Why do I have to submit? I’ve never let anyone run over me in my entire life!”

“DESIST THIS INSTANT!” Snape roared and sprang to his feet.

Hermione stopped mid-sentence. Her entire body shivered at the commanding tone in his voice. She felt fear, true fear for the first time ever from her professor. It was…unnerving.

“You will kneel at my feet and keep your ignorant mouth closed until I tell you to. Is that clear?” Snape said, his voice barely above a whisper but his tone promised punishment.

Hermione could only nod and drop down onto the floor. It was humiliating, lying at her professor’s feet. She’d always hated slavery and this was no better. Tears sprang to her eyes but she fought them back, unwilling to show just how upset she was.

“Now,” Snape said a bit more gently. He carded his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp in a soothing way. “The only comfort I can offer you is that being submissive or dominant is based on your human personality, not any effect of the turn. Therefore, if you were submissive as a human, you will be as a vampire. It is perhaps hidden in some form but it is there. You say you are not submissive, and yet you doggedly follow Potter after pitiful attempts at stopping him. If you were truly dominant, you would have placed yourself in between him and the door and not backed down until you had gotten what you wanted. No. Potter is a dominant. He commanded an entire group of students this year, and I have to grudgingly admit that he was good at it. The turn only makes this nature an instinct that you unfortunately will have to cater to. Do you understand now?”

Hermione shook her head, her eyes focused on the dusty hardwood floor beneath her. “No. If you are a dominant, then why do you bow before a mad man and follow his orders?”

Snape curled his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. “He promised me what I wanted, revenge on my abusive muggle father. It was an ends to a means. Then he proceeded to make plans to take away the first person I’d ever loved. After that, it became purely for vengeance. I might bow to him, but he doesn’t control me.”

A tear slipped down Hermione’s cheek despite her best efforts to control them. “I don’t want to be controlled. I want my own free will.”

Snape tenderly wiped the tear off her cheek and licked his finger to remove the evidence. “Being submissive doesn’t mean you don’t have free will. It means that you let another take the lead, let them decide what is best. It is the most primal form of care. Some mates will take advantage of the dominant position, using their power to break their partner and mold them into something they are not. I have no interest in that. If Melody has a concern, she is allowed to discuss it with me freely.”

Hermione snorted. “And yet you made her bow before you like a servant when she angered you.”

Snape’s lips tightened. “I was extremely angry with her. She revealed a part of my life that I did not give her permission to relay. It was wrong of me to exercise complete control over her, but I am subject to my emotions like every other person.”

Hermione nodded. “I know that you don’t want anyone close to you sir. I even understand why. But you must know that I would never betray your confidence. I merely wished to know how you two ended up together.”

Snape nodded. “I suppose what is done is done. I do ask that you not pry anymore. The memories are…too painful.”

Hermione nodded again. “Yes sir. I think I can fill in the blanks myself.”

“Back to your rant,” Snape said a bit abruptly. “The creator of a newborn is slated with teaching them the dynamics of a dominant/submissive relationship. This includes both sides of the relationship. It is just as important for the dominant to learn control as it is for the submissive to learn to give it. A submissive that is as sensitive as you are to mood changes also needs to learn how to resist giving in. If you were allowed to carry on as you have today, the Dark Lord himself could command you.”

“NO!” Hermione yelled. “I would never obey him!”

“Wouldn’t you?” Snape asked. “Let’s try a small exercise in just how out of control you are right now. I want you to stand.”

Hermione dutifully got off the floor and stood before her professor. She was angry that she felt the need to obey him so strongly but she just couldn’t resist. He was wrong about one thing though. She would never bow to Voldemort. Never.

“Good girl,” Snape purred and ran soothing hands over her cheeks and shoulders, almost petting her. “Now, strip.”

“What?” Hermione screeched and jerked backwards out of his touch. “Are you insane?”

“No,” Snape said firmly. “I want you to strip, no clothing, not even knickers. Now.”

“I will not!” Hermione huffed, realizing what he was trying to do. She admitted she was a bit of a prude by nature and him asking her to go against it was a milder association to kneeling before Voldemort. She wasn’t going to do it.

“You will or I will punish you,” Snape said darkly.

A shiver traveled the length of Hermione’s back. He looked extremely serious. Perhaps she should try to reason with him? He felt very angry. “You wouldn’t,” she squeaked. “You’re just trying to prove a point.”

“You will do as I say right now child, or I will force you to do it and then turn you over my knee and paddle that naive little arse of yours red.”

Hermione whimpered. She could feel her resolve cracking. Honestly, they had already told her that a mate couldn’t stray. He wouldn’t do anything untoward, would he? No. He had made it his life’s mission to protect her. This was just a test. She couldn’t fail a test. Her mind sparked to life. This was a test to see if she would crack. She wouldn’t! This was ridiculous! “N-no!”

“You will do it now!” Snape roared. His anger was rolling off of him in waves.

“No, I will not fail!” Hermione cried, tears welling in her eyes from the turmoil this was causing. It was ludicrous, that she should have to choose between stripping down and obeying and defying her father.

“You are failing now,” Snape growled. “You have disappointed me and you will be punished. STRIP!”

Tears fell unchecked down her eyes and she bowed her head and complied. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to obey. It was like a knife had been stabbed in her heart, the disappointment stinging worse than her modesty ever had. As she stepped out of her knickers and folded them behind her, the shame and humiliation hit her full force. Sobs rose up in her throat but she fought them down. Tears were bad enough. Wailing like a twit was a hundred times worse. She was such a horrible child.

“Kneel,” Snape said softly.

Too distraught to even think about it, she knelt on the ground, curling in on herself as far as she could.

“Now child, tell me how you think you could resist pressure one hundred times that strong from the most dominant fiend on the planet?”

“H-he’s not my father!” Hermione blubbered.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter,” Snape continued in a gentle tone. “Until you are able to control yourself, you will be susceptible to any suggestion from a dominant person, human or otherwise. Do you see why your training is necessary?”

Hermione nodded miserably. Kneeling at her professor’s feet totally nude was quite possibly the harshest reality check she’d ever received. She was mortified beyond reason at her wanton display and her inability to choose for herself. If she had known that this was what her life would become, she might have decided not to drink the blood. How was she going to help Harry if she felt the same urge to obey him?

“Look at me child,” Snape ordered.

Hermione tilted her head up just enough to gaze up into her father’s black eyes. For once, all she saw there was compassion. It looked as if he cared for her, a phenomenon she was sure only two other people had seen, one dead and the other in the room with them still watching from her spot on the couch.

“You are not a failure,” Snape insisted, sensing her unease. “You simply need training. This is why we wanted to keep you here this summer. Simply learning how to be a vampire is not enough. Your very nature will war against your mind until you come to accept it.”

“I don’t want to,” Hermione whined.

“Do you want to help Potter or not?”

“Yes,” Hermione sulked.

“Then you will accept it…or you will fail.”

“But-“ Hermione shook her head to try and clear her thoughts. “I don’t want this. I wanted to help Harry, yes, but I don’t want to be a slave.”

“Melody!” Snape snapped. The woman sprang off the couch and practically dived onto the floor. She knelt at his feet, her head bowed in subservience. “Tell her. Are you my slave?”

Melody snorted. “Of course not. It is my nature to kneel but I am slave to no one.”

“I don’t believe that,” Hermione ground out. “Look at you jumping at his beckon call. How is that not slavery?”

“I do not cater to his every whim,” Melody countered. “If I had, I would have never told you about his past. I have been forbidden to speak of it…and you saw how well that worked out.”

“You’re being punished for your slip up,” Hermione said hotly. “How is that not slavery?”

Melody sighed. “You are going to refuse to understand, aren’t you?”

“What is there to understand?” Hermione growled. “I’m naked on the floor against my will and you are right beside me. I don’t want to be here.”

“Where would you rather be?” Snape asked, walking over to Melody now. “Would you rather us let you go and leave you to fend for yourself? The first time you get hungry, you could very well kill your real parents…or your friends. The first time you try and use your speed, you could hit a tree and end your life. Most importantly, if you come across another dark vampire, a dominant one, he could use your naivety. He could claim you even if you aren’t his true mate and you really would be a slave. Tell me, would you rather that happen?”

“I’m not sure this is better,” Hermione said softly. “You’re controlling me now, aren’t you?”

“On the contrary,” Snape said. “I asked you to strip and then kneel. I also walked away from you. I never said you had to stay there or continue on nude. You are still where you are because it pleases me, and no other reason. It is your very nature that is your enemy right now.”

Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t even thought about getting back up…or dressed. What was wrong with her?

Snape shook his head as he pulled Melody to stand with him. He brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck. “Melody is not my slave. She kneels because she wants to. I only asked it of her to appease my dominant nature earlier. She full well knew the consequences of breaking my order. A mate is like a spouse and although I am the dominant partner, our relationship is that of equals. She and I have to agree for a decision to be made in every aspect of our lives…except one.”

“What’s that?” Hermione asked softly. She still hadn’t moved. It didn’t feel right for some reason, her embarrassment aside.

“The Dark Lord,” Snape said quietly. “She is not allowed to dictate anything I do in regards to him. I made a vow to Albus to protect Lily’s son and I have to keep it.”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t leave when you discovered what Riddle was,” Hermione said in frustration.

“I denied the darkness during my turning at the insistence of my mate,” Snape continued. “When the Dark Lord offered me revenge, I took it. Darkness will be your craving from now on Hermione. Every vampire craves it and I was already enamored with the Dark Arts long before I was turned. I am ashamed to say that I once loved them more than I ever loved another living being. The Dark Lord is as dark as it gets and not even my mate could save me from him. Again, I chose my path and I have to atone for that. Nothing she can say can dissuade me from that cause.”

Hermione nodded and then shook her head in anger. “I don’t want the darkness.”

“But you will be drawn to it,” Snape countered. “Close your eyes. I want you to tell me what you feel.”

Hermione closed her eyes, weary of what was to come. What else could possibly happen? Then she felt it, a soft caress that started at the base of her spine and seemed to wrap around her. It stroked her hypersensitive skin in just the right way, making her pant. She felt her thighs becoming wet as the ache in her center increased. What was he doing to her?

“Open your eyes,” Snape whispered but his voice was farther away than she expected.

Her eyes slid open to see her father all the way across the room. He was leaning against one of the bookcases with his wand extended. Melody was kneeling beside him, her eyes locked onto his wand. It was then that Hermione realized that the caresses were still happening. Snape flicked his wand and she felt the caresses leave. She automatically scooted forward, seeking their seductive pull again.

“Stay,” Snape ordered.

Hermione was torn between following the wonderful feelings and obeying her father. In the end, she threw herself forward on her stomach, clutching for purchase on the hardwood floor. She wanted the touches back but something in his voice brought up a warning flag. Why couldn’t she go to the spell?

“Do you feel it calling to you?” Snape asked, his voice like liquid chocolate. “It wants you, you know. You can feel it in your pussy, can’t you? You’re positively soaking. Tell me, do you want the spell back?”

“Yes,” Hermione whimpered. His dirty words hadn’t even phased her, the spell calling to her too strongly.

“If I were to tell you that this spell is designed to suck your life force from you even as you reach heights of ecstasy most won’t discover, would you still want it?”

“It feels too good to do that,” Hermione huffed breathily. To her lust fogged brain, nothing that felt that good could be that bad.

Snape slashed his wand through the air and the feelings left immediately. What he said had finally sunk in. She thought she was going to be sick. She would have willingly let it take her. Her stomach gave a painful lurch but nothing would come up.

“Do you understand now?” Snape asked, the gentle tone startling her. “Not every dark spell causes pain. The Dark Arts are dangerous because they make you feel so good when casting, and sometimes on the receiving end as well. Think about your turning. Didn’t the darkness sound good? It offered you respite, comfort, and love. It lies. The spell I used is a simple one. It takes the life force from its victim and transfers it to the caster. It’s a quick way to weaken your enemy while strengthening yourself. The worst part is that the victim willingly goes along until they are sucked dry.”

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. “Why did they not talk about this in DADA?”

“Because your teachers have all been imbeciles. Quirrell, the bumbling idiot, was under orders not to reveal the truth from the Dark Lord. Lockheart, don’t get me started on him. Lupin-“

“Remus was a good teacher!” Hermione huffed indignantly.

“If you would let me finish,” Snape growled, effectively causing her to shut her mouth. “Lupin did teach you many things. However, he was so busy filling the holes from your previous classes that there was no way he could catch you up. Then there was Moody, or rather Crouch Jr.”

“He was the first to show us unforgivables,” Hermione whispered.

“Of course. One would expect just that from a Death Eater. Dumbledore wanted you to realize what you were up against and Crouch Jr. did it happily. The real Moody wouldn’t have hesitated either. It was the first time I actually approved of the curriculum.”

“Umbridge,” Hermione said, anger creeping back again at what that woman had done to their class. “The stupid Ministry appointed that…that…”

“Megalomaniac?” Snape offered.

“Daft cunt,” Melody broke in suddenly. “I believe that’s the description you’re both looking for.”

“Quite,” Snape said and placed his hand in her hair. It appeared he might have a hair fetish.

“Yes that,” Hermione agreed. “She wouldn’t teach us anything. Even I can admit that there are things you can’t learn from books.”

“Precisely,” Snape said. “Which is why I chose these two lessons first. They are your two biggest obstacles to overcome and the ones we will have to constantly work on. Even your thirst will not compare to these in the end.”

“Yes sir,” Hermione said, somewhat subdued now. Snape had just demonstrated how wrong she was twice and now she had no clothes and an annoying ache in her core to prove it.

He waved his wand and a bookcase slid open revealing a staircase. “You may go clean yourself up. The loo is at the top and to your left. Your bedroom will be directly across from there. Your clothes will be waiting for you when you are done.”

Hermione nodded and drew herself up, blushing horribly when she realized she was completely exposed now. She went to cover herself but was stopped by a short hiss.

“The next lesson you must work on is to lose your modesty,” Snape said. “You have no need of it as a vampire. You have turned into a very beautiful woman. Embrace it. Confidence in yourself is the first step to ignore the pull of a dominant.”

“Yes but you aren’t the one parading around in their bare skin, are you?” Hermione spat.

Snape smirked wickedly before snapping his fingers. His and Melody’s clothes melted off their forms in an instant. Hermione shrieked in shock. Who would have guessed that Snape had that physique hidden under his clothes? Rock hard abs, sleek muscles, and flawless alabaster skin with wiry hair trailing down to… oh gods. Snape was huge…and excited. She cut her eyes away sharply only to be met with a just as perfect Melody. High large breasts, defined abs, and a delicate hourglass figure made her feel highly inadequate.

She knew she was nothing special. She might have grown taller, gained more womanly attributes, but there was no way she could compete with her mother. While Snape was striking and his very nature made her want to submit, she knew she was not attracted to him in that way. Still, she wished she would appeal to him. Ashamed at her thoughts, she ducked her head and spun around, trying desperately to leave the room. She ran into an invisible wall.

“Why do you not believe that you are beautiful?” Melody asked as she sashayed across the room without a care.

“Just…just look at you two and then…then look at me,” Hermione said, making every effort not to look anymore.

“And…” Melody drawled. “I’m not seeing the problem…except perhaps the shock of knowing that your professor has been hiding an anaconda under his robes.”

“Oh please stop,” Hermione moaned helplessly. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Then you should not have suggested it,” Snape drawled.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hermione whined. Her eyes were focused on the staircase in front of her.

“You’re messing with a Slytherin, little one,” Melody giggled. “One with a very wicked sense of humor that no one seems to know he possesses. But back to the question. Why do you not believe you are beautiful?”

“I can’t compare to you…or most girls in my class.”

“Why do you need to compare yourself to them?” Melody asked. “Their looks are of no consequence to you. In fact, if I were the jealous type, I would envy you.”

“I don’t see why,” Hermione snorted. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Well thank you but I am not considered a great beauty by the world’s standards. My mate desires me and that is all that matters. Everyone else can hang.”

“But I don’t have a mate,” Hermione countered.

“You will,” Melody said gently and reached out to stroke Hermione’s shoulder. “And when he comes, he will not be able to take his eyes off of you.”

“I believe she needs further proof,” Snape said and glided towards her. “Let us show her.”

“Show me what?” Hermione asked, trying to ignore the two very naked vampires behind her. She knew this was another test but this was ridiculous…and more than a little uncomfortable.

“Go upstairs to the loo,” Snape ordered.

Hermione took a deep breath and jumped up the stairs as quick as she could, trying desperately to cover her jiggling breasts on the way. She skidded to a halt at the first door on her left and ducked inside. The mirror caught her eye and she turned to see…nothing. She let out a shriek of terror.

“Charm must have worn off,” Melody said as she slid in behind her. “Here.”

A wave of her hand brought two faces into focus. The first Hermione recognized as her mother. The second was a beautiful girl with sleek chestnut curls and bright amber colored eyes. Pink pouty lips opened in shock as she realized that the girl was her. It couldn’t be.

“Sev,” Melody said softly. “Make it full length.”

Snape waved his hand, making the sink disappear and the mirror lengthen to the floor. Hermione gasped in shock as she took in her new body. Long muscular legs, a tight tummy, and nice round curves were completely different than the gangly thing she stared down in her mirror over a week prior. Her hair hung down in shiny ringlets below her bum.

“Do you see it now child?” Snape whispered in her ear. She jumped in shock, unaware that he was standing beside her now. “You are a very beautiful woman. Stop hiding.”

“What about you sir?” Hermione breathed, noticing his chiseled lines in the mirror.

Snape gifted her with a rare smile. “I hide only because my position in the war gives me no choice.”

Hermione nodded, eyes still glued to her new body.

“Clean up child, relax, and let your lessons soak in. We’ll see you in a bit,” Melody said with a final comforting pat to her shoulder.

They disappeared in an instant, leaving her to her thoughts. She was glad for it. In one day, she’d become a vampire, drank human blood, learned the histories of her parents and that Harry’s godfather was still alive, and had a few very harsh lessons about her new reality. She was a submissive and attracted to the dark. How much had she already changed? After the initial shock, she didn’t even care that she had been nude in front of her professor and his mate, or vice versa. It felt natural…which was highly unnatural. Had she lost herself? Two tears tracked down her cheeks at the thought, leaving two pink trails in their wake.

No tears. Tears were useless. The way she saw it, she could do one of two things. She could lie down and admit defeat or she could embrace her new life, however jarring it was turning out to be. If Harry could rise from being an orphan living in his aunt’s cupboard to facing the vilest despot that had ever lived five times over, then she could get over her rather prudish morals. She was a Gryffindor, the house of the brave. She could do this, inappropriateness aside.

In reality, all her father had done was prove just how wrong she was. First, he’d proven that she would do something that she would never have even considered before her turning, stripping down and kneeling at his feet. Second, he introduced the seductive nature of the Dark Arts, something she hadn’t expected to feel so good. Third, he’d showed her just how much she had changed and given her confidence in her new looks. She didn’t think Snape had a habit of giving false praises to anyone but Voldemort. At least, she hoped he didn’t.

She shook off that thought and stepped into the shower. The gritty feeling of the day, the past week really, washed down the drain. The warm water felt good on her muscles, which she realized now felt tense, like they needed to be stretched. Low voices caught her attention as she went to reach the shampoo.

“So, is that for me or her?” Melody asked.

“I cannot say that her appearance did not affect me,” Snape hedged. “However, the only person I would give this gift to is you my pet.”

Hermione couldn’t help but flush at that. So, Snape had been affected by her looks…and reacted. She remembered the tool swinging between his legs, stiff and pointed in her direction. It made her shiver. How on earth did he shove that thing into his mate? Melody was probably about four inches taller but much thinner and more delicate. Well, probably not more delicate. She was a vampire after all. That made Hermione wonder just how much stronger a vampire was. She could hear the sounds of snogging and tried to ignore it but it was extremely hard.

Melody sighed. “What is my punishment Sev? I know I deserve it.”

“Why did you feel the need to lay my past bare?” There was no heat in his tone though, only curiosity.

“She needed to know Sev.”

“I don’t see why.”

“She needed to know why we are different from the other vampires…and that is where the past came in. Besides, she would have nagged us both incessantly until I gave up the goods.”

Snape snorted in amusement. “Annoying little know-it-all.”

Melody giggled. “Admit it Sev, her thirst for knowledge pleases you.”

“Fine,” Snape sighed. “But I still don’t think she needed to know about Lily.”

“Like it or not Sev, Lily is a part of you…and the reason you have put yourself through hell. She needs to understand that…and she does. She’ll hold your confidence Sev. I’ve never known her to break one.”

“Unlike you,” Snape said darkly.

“Unlike me,” Melody whispered. “I accept my punishment Sev, whatever you deem appropriate.”

Hermione couldn’t help but hold her breath at that. She was a bit put off that they were discussing her but she really wanted to know what was going to happen to Melody. She hadn’t meant to get her in trouble and felt rather badly that it had come to this. Still, she appreciated the knowledge. She was going to make Snape admit his feelings if it killed her. And it possibly could if Snape’s temper was anything to go by.

“I admit I am torn as to what your punishment should be,” Snape said in a surprising move. He normally held grudges forever; Harry was living proof.

“Why?” Melody asked in a small voice.

“Because I saw your remorse,” Snape said. “It reminded me of the day I found you in Myrtle’s bathroom, so broken.”

“Why did you save me Sev?” Melody asked. “You never have told me.”

“Because you needed it,” Snape said quietly. “Now, you have already earned a good spanking. In addition, I believe that your latest infraction earns you a week without release as well as one session of suspension with a caning.”

Melody whimpered. “Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open in shock. She hadn’t expected Melody’s punishment to be sexual as well. The spanking she could see. The suspension was a mystery to her. She’d never heard of it and Snape hadn’t specified what she’d be suspended from. She hoped it wasn’t something that Melody needed, like blood. The caning though, that sounded rather harsh.

“You are not going to contest my decision?” Snape asked.

“No sir. I deserve that and more. I am sorry. You know I would have never told her had she not been our child, right?”

“I do,” Snape said quietly. “Tell me one thing before we begin.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you cry like that? I’ve never seen you so broken over a punishment before.”

“I let you down Sev. I told her the one thing you made clear that was to remain a secret forever. I- I…Sev, if you want to break our mating, I’d understand.”

“What?” Snape almost yelled.

Melody sighed heavily. “I betrayed your trust. I deserve it.”

“There is only one way to break a mating. You do not deserve to die because you wished to inform our child of our somewhat strained past.”

“No, I do,” Melody insisted. “I do. I turned an innocent girl. Gods Sev, she’s so…pure! I thought she might actually pass out when you ordered her to strip. And then I deliberately disobeyed you and it hurt. It hurt so badly but I did it anyway. I…I had to. It was like I didn’t have a choice. Then I dredged up old memories of Black and…and the baby. No, I deserve it and if you were any kind of vampire, you’d kill me on the spot.”

Hermione felt tears well up again but fought them back. Poor Melody. She remembered how it had felt when she tried to defy her father. Being mated to him must have made the sensation a million times worse. How had she stood it? She must have believed very strongly that she had to tell Snape’s past. The woman was still kicking herself for turning someone who was going to turn anyway. If anything, she’d given Hermione a chance to live. Couldn’t she see that? Or perhaps everything together was weighing heavily on her mind. No wonder she’d broken down so hard.

Hermione finished washing to the sounds of Melody’s sobs and Snape’s soft whispers offering her meaningless platitudes. He sounded so tender and patient in that moment, so unlike the image of Snape burned into her brain. How much different was the man behind the mask that she’d always seen him wear. How much more of him had she yet to see? The sobs abated just as Hermione rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

“It is a very good thing I’m not just any kind of vampire, isn’t it?” Snape finally said. “I could no sooner kill you than cut off my own limb. No, I’m afraid you are stuck here on this earth with me until the end. Perhaps that will be your punishment. You must live.”

Melody huffed a laugh. “Living with you is hardly a punishment Sev.”

“Lie back,” Snape said softly. “Place your hands above your head and do not move.”

“S-sev? M-my punishment?”

“Don’t worry. It’s coming.”

“B-but…but i-if you do this, I’m going to c-cum. Please don’t. I don’t want to disappoint you. Please.”

Snape shushed her. “I rescind the release punishment. It is actually worse for me if I do not get to see your face twisted in ecstasy. I am decidedly selfish in this matter, don’t you agree?”

“What? Oh yes sir, very selfish.”

“Now, no more talking. I wish to taste you.”

Weren’t they going to at least use a silencing charm? Apparently not. Melody’s soft moans of appreciation were loud and clear. Hermione tried to ignore it but it was hard. The sounds of Snape giving Melody oral pleasure made Hermione remember the ache between her legs that the dark spell had given her. She had successfully overcome it…until now. Her need made itself known as a particularly loud groan hit her ears. Hermione clamped her legs together to try and appease the growing problem between her thighs.

“Do you have any idea how delicious you taste?” Snape asked breathily. “Like the finest wine, absolute ambrosia. I can never get enough.”

Melody whimpered in response, apparently taking his order not to talk to heart.

“Look how wet you are for me pet,” Snape purred. “You’re positively a fountain. Should I ever need proof that you desire me, this would be it. Would you agree?”

Melody moaned louder.

“I imagine your pussy resembles a volcano right now, so hot, ready to burst.”

Hermione stuffed her fist into her mouth to keep from whimpering. His words went straight to her core even though she wasn’t the one he was speaking them to. Who would have thought his voice could sound like that? Granted, it had always been almost soothing when he’d lectured. She’d even heard other girls comment on how his voice made them want to rip off his clothes, despite his less than stellar looks. He’d be molested if they ever discovered what he truly looked like.

Melody’s moans though, those are what made her hand travel south toward the junction of her legs. She sounded like she was one step away from heaven and Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore. The erotic sounds of her parents had her hotter than she’d ever felt before, including making out with Viktor Krum. The first touch of a tentative finger to her clit had her jerking and moaning into her hand.

A sharp sting in her hand made her jump in shock. She’d just bitten herself! What was worse was that it made shivers tingle up her spine. Could she possibly be into pain now? Setting that thought aside for the moment, she started swirling her fingertip over the sensitive nub and settled in to listen to her parents.

“Tell me what you want,” Snape purred. “You may only request one thing.”

“F-f-fuck me! Oh gods Sev, please fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command my pet,” Snape purred.

Hermione’s breath hitched as she heard the loud slap of skin on skin, Melody’s wail, and Snape’s almost feral growl. The sharp smacks increased in tempo as increasingly dirty phrases fell from Snape’s lips. Hermione could almost picture the two, Snape’s statuesque body bending and flexing over Melody’s lithe form. Her fingers sped up, trying unconsciously to mimic the rhythm that Snape had set. Melody’s cries grew louder and louder, turning to whimpers and little breathy moans. Hermione was right with her, on the crest of oblivion before Snape uttered his last sentence.

“Come for me pet.”

Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth as her orgasm rocketed through her. White lights appeared behind her tightly closed eyes. Shocks spread through her body. Her knees buckled and she found herself on the bottom of the tub with water cascading down her overheated torso. She dimly registered Melody’s long wail followed by a sharp shout as Snape spent himself.

It took several moments after she finally came down to realize what had just happened. Oh gods. She’d just masturbated while listening to her parents shagging. Shame washed over her at her lack of self-restraint. She hastily shut the shower off, toweled off, and ran across the hall to her designated room. She jerked on the tank top and shorts that were lying there and threw herself down on the bed. Something was seriously wrong with her.

AN: YAY kinky Snape! I love kinky Snape, don't you guys? I've gotten a good portion of this story finished. Draco deliciousness will be coming but it will be a bit slow. Hermione's still got to come to terms with her new self. I don't know if the reviewer is still reading, but yes, submissive Hermione. If you've read any of my other fics, you'll know that I hate doormat submissives. Hermione's going to grow a backbone. And when she does... *evil wink* So, thanks to everyone for your terrific reviews. I...I'm speechless. They are my only payment for this you know. Keep them coming, let me know how I'm doing and if you find any errors. Feel free to comment, good, bad, ugly, no matter. Until next time...love you guys!
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