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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Well well, since Hermione had unexpectedly fallen asleep on Snape's bed the other night, she's in for a lot of surprises in the morning...^^.
Have fun accompanying Hermione on her 'path of enlightenment' in this chapter! ;)

Chapter Four - 'Revelations'
Hermione was rudely awakened from a dreamless sleep by the chilliness that surrounded her. Sleepily rubbing her cold nose, she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cuddle up deeper into it; just to be reminded that she wasn't alone. Her eyes flew open and immediately Hermione recalled all of yesterday's steamy happenings. Dreamily revelling in the memory, she slowly turned her head towards the source of quiet snoring next to her.
Snape lay about a foot away from Hermione in the gigantic four poster bed; his backside turned towards her. As she carefully inched a little closer, Hermione forced back a gasp of outright shock as she caught sight of the numerous welts, scars and badly healed wounds on her lover's back. Fighting back the strong urge to soothingly stroke over them, Hermione felt deepest sympathy for her former professor.
Merlin! What horrible pain that must have given him!
Hermione knew that Snape had been a spy for Dumbledore while having officially served in the ranks of Voldemort at the same time; therefore she presumed that those 'souvenirs' were caused by the latter. What 'glorious leader' treats his faithful followers like prisoners; apparently torturing and marking them? Bloody bastard.
Shuddering, Hermione tried to recall if she had ever spotted any of these scars on Snape before; then, when he gave her those glorious private lessons so many years ago. But no, she was sure she would have remembered them. Even though they had had intimate body contact several times, Hermione hardly ever saw more flesh of him than absolutely necessary. There had always been something to disguise parts of him; some blanket or sheets or his teaching robes. Well, now that made perfect sense. Some of these wounds looked way older than ten years...
On his shoulder, Hermione noticed a fresh wound. Two side by side running scratches; not deep enough for tissue damage but obviously deep enough to cause bleeding.
Is that what Malfoy did yesterday? But why??? I thought they were friends!?
It didn't make any sense to her. Gay or not, no one seriously harms somebody he loves, or at least likes. Or do they?
"Well well, Hermione Granger; put your own house in order first!" Hermione's conscience suddenly mocked her. "YOU aren't averse to receiving a little pain, too, are you? Don't be holier than the pope!"
Frowning, Hermione banished that thought and decided on leaving before Snape would wake up. Probably she had been pushing her luck enough by not being rudely awakened and kicked out after unexpectedly falling asleep on Snape's bed the other night...
Cautiously, Hermione lifted the cosy blanket and rolled out of bed; hastily looking around in order to find her clothes.
Crap! My clothes must still be in the study!
Tip-toeing towards the door, Hermione's escape attempt was thwarted before long. "Going somewhere?" She heard Snape's distinctive voice.
Double crap!
Reluctantly, Hermione turned around, facing him. "Well, I assumed that you wanted me out. No strings attached, remember?" She shifted uncomfortably due to her nudity. Surely she didn't want to leave, but she'd rather go on her own accord than being kicked out. That experience was still quite a vivid memory and had eroded terribly on her self-conscious. She wasn't keen on re-living that.
"And apart from that...I'm cold." She continued arms akimbo. "You know, it's bloody freezing down here."
The professor ignored her lousy excuse to steal herself away and simply stated. "You're staying." He emphasized his words by lifting the blanket on Hermione's side of the bed invitingly. "I am?" Hermione replied defiantly.
"You are. Now come back in here so we can do something about the cold." Snape replied monotonously. Hermione arched an eyebrow; not sure what to think of that dubious 'invitation'.
Hmm. Is he up for a little 'morning workout'? Well, I wouldn't mind it...
Inwardly smirking at the possible prospect ahead, Hermione slipped back under the blanket.
"So..." She asked teasingly. "What exactly do you intend to do about driving away the cold, Professor?" Hermione deliberately stressed the last word seductively.
However, much to her surprise, Snape didn't jump her instantly as she had expected. Instead, Hermione found herself dragged towards him; her head soon resting upon Snape's almost hairless chest, an invitingly warm arm wrapped around her. "Better?" He asked casually. Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
Oh my! Now that's new?!
Ten years ago a caring gesture like this would have been unthinkable.
"Better." Hermione replied, still confused, but definitely growing warm. Slowly, she started relaxing into the unfamiliar embrace. Actually, it felt overwhelmingly intoxicating.
Having noticed her earlier confused look, the professor chuckled silently. Patting her on the hip where his hand rested, he finally enlightened her. "Not exactly what you expected did you, Miss Granger?"
"If I'm honest, not exactly." Hermione admitted truthfully. Then she hastily added. "But I like this, too! It's just..."
"Shush." He interrupted her in a not too stern voice. "For the time being it is as it is. No need to question it." Hermione nodded and kept relishing the skin-to-skin contact. "Speaking of questions..." Snape continued nonchalantly. "I need to talk to you about something."
Talk? Jeez, now this becomes a whole string of firsts...
Hermione thought, again feeling a little insecure in these foreign waters. Looking up at him, she waited for Snape to get that presumably odd conversation started.
"First of all, you ought to know that I expect honest answers. Is that understood?" Snape announced; his demanding tone reminding Hermione a lot of her days as his eager student, both in Potions and 'extra-curricular activities'. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine. "Yes, Sir." Hermione purred, smirking.
"Now then." Snape continued, tilting his head to look her directly in the eye. "What do you think of Lucius Malfoy?"
Hermione frowned, her brows furrowing in disdain. "What??? That Lucius Malfoy, who would rather see me dead than alive for the sole fact that I'm Muggle-born? I hate that bloody git who..." Again, Hermione was sharply cut off. "Stop it. That's not what I meant."
"So what DID you mean?" Hermione replied, churning.
"I'm not talking about your emotions ten years ago, Hermione..." Snape tried to push her in the right direction.
Hermione?
"But of your latest reaction to him. Yesterday, in my study."
Hermione tried to get up, get away from this inquisition which proved to become more and more embarrassing, unpleasant and...alarmingly exciting. But yet, her subconscious fought to accept where this conversation might be leading to. Also struggling physically, Hermione didn't stand a chance of freeing herself from Snape's grip, so after a few more failed attempts, she gave in.
So all the atypical cuddling thing was about luring me into this awful talk! Oh silly Hermione, what did you expect from a Slytherin...?!
All Hermione could do now was to keep listening to what the Potions Master had to say and answer his questions.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione lied defiantly.
"Oh you pretty well know, my dear. There's no use in denying it. I know it. Lucius knows it." Snape paused for effect. "So, the crucial question here is when are YOU finally realising it and accept the treacherous symptoms your body presents you with."
Hermione gasped. "Know what???" She asked in a shrill voice, not sure if she comprehended correctly what she had just been hearing. Her breathing hitched audibly and Hermione inwardly cursed the fact that she felt herself growing wet over this ridiculous conversation.
Blimey!
"Knows that..." Snape clarified. "Deep within, you desire the oh-so evil and unpleasant racist Lucius immensely..."
Instantly, Hermione blushed from both shock and anger. "You've got to be joking!" She sputtered with rage. "I'd never..."
"Jump his bones?" Snape mischievously finished the sentence for her. "Squirm underneath his touch? Fall apart at the thought of him possessing you despite – or maybe even due to – all the hatred between the two of you?" He cruelly continued her mental torment; all of a sudden rolling on top of her and pinning Hermione beneath him.
Once more, she gasped, equally as a result of Snape's sudden physical assault and all those dirty images of her and the unfathomable Lord Malfoy that persistently kept popping up before her inner eye.
"I know you would enjoy it greatly..." Snape whispered hoarsely in her ear. "If he fucked you the way I do." Trembling in excitement as Snape's weight kept deliciously crushing her, Hermione felt him positioning himself at her entrance. Before she had the time to even think about protesting, Hermione was filled to the hilt with rigid and hot Potions master.
"Rough. Relentless. Demanding. Dominating..." Emphasising every statement with a merciless thrust, the professor kept pounding into a helplessly moaning Hermione; lost in sensation until her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Merlin, I'm really a sick fuck enjoying this so much!
Gasping for air, Hermione couldn't fight back tears. Not tears of fear or shame about what had just happened. No, it were tears of outright anger.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" Hermione whimpered, not referring to the violent morning quickie but the deviant truth in his words. Hermione was starting to nurse a grudge against herself.
"Because you like it." Snape hissed matter-of-factly, therewith releasing himself into the quivering young woman underneath him. "You not only like it, but you crave it." Having said that, he let go of her and rolled unceremoniously off of the bed. "Admit it. You aren't kidding anyone but yourself, girl. Now use that brilliant brain of yours and reflect on yesterday's events." Leaving Hermione to her disturbed thoughts, he headed for the study.
Hermione shuddered at the growing realisation that there was indeed no use denying it. Snape was right, who was she kidding? In retrospect, all physical signs had been painfully obvious since the very moment Hermione had opened that bloody door to Snape's private chambers yesterday and had found Lucius there.
Bloody fucking hell!
She went over their brief meeting again in her mind, step by step. From Lucius' first sinister appearance on the threshold that had pumped adrenaline directly into her veins over the recurring and deliberate violation of her personal space which had almost taken her breath away to the fateful 'promise' that they would meet again soon. That, plus the familiar harshness in his penetrating grey eyes, which had given her goose bumps, made this a very, very real sort of...threat. A dreadful, worrisome, exciting, thrilling threat.
Hermione snorted. She had just realised that the infamous Malfoy smirk, which she would have loved to wipe off of Lucius face several times in the old days suddenly had become an alarmingly predatory leer yesterday that seemed to keep persistently haunting her. And if she was honest with herself, Hermione liked it...
Nevertheless, Hermione's train of thought ended right there since Snape had returned from the study, her clothes in his hand. "So..." He started forming his question. "Have you considered the situation?"
Hermione frowned, not overly keen on openly admitting it. "Yes." The professor shot her a disapproving look. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir." She added with a smirk. Meanwhile getting dressed, Snape continued the conversation casually. "And? What is your opinion on Lucius now?"
"Well..." Hermione forced herself to say. "Due to recent events and latest perceptions I would go so far as to say that ..." She struggled for words. "That he's kind of...appealing."
"Appealing?" Snape gave her a smug smile and threw Hermione her clothes over to her. "I see. I think you should go to him. Lucius holds some 'qualities' you might benefit from..." Hermione thought she must have misheard. "Oh, and before you get dressed I want to check on your back."
Hermione's jaw dropped in disbelief. "I beg your pardon?" She exclaimed shrill-voiced. "So you are actually sending me to Lucius so he can fuck me???"
Defiantly, Hermione wrapped the blanket around her naked body and got off the bed. Stepping towards Snape, who kept dressing and seemed rather unimpressed by her outburst, she continued. "I thought the two of us had an arrangement, Professor? And now you're sending me away for..." Again Hermione struggled for the right words to express confusion.
"Hell, I never thought of you as a pimp." Hermione finally stated, suppressing laughter. Furrowing a brow, Snape couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm just implying...possibilities. And apart from that I would not dream of making a retreat from our arrangement, Miss Granger."
Hermione hesitated. "What are you getting at? I mean I...can't with both of you, can I?!" She started stuttering as yet another realisation hit her.
Noticing Hermione's dumbfounded reaction, Snape began to speak again. "Miss Granger, apparently you are mistaking me for some jealous husband. I can assure you, I am not." He cleared his throat. "As a said before, Lucius holds some...well, very special qualities which might accommodate your 'inclinations' in a different way from my way of handling things."
"So is this a first-hand recommendation?" Hermione teased him, slowly recovering from her shock. "I mean, have you experienced those so-called 'qualities' yourself?"
Ignoring her nosy allusion, the Potions master turned around and opened one of the drawers of the nearby bedside table. He handed Hermione a piece of parchment. "However, in case you take this option into serious consideration, I would think it appropriate to inform you of the dangers that go with it and provide you with a possibility to avoid them."
"Dangers?" Hermione gasped, skimming through the text of the parchment. Snape harrumphed audibly.
"Well, pretty much as yourself, Lucius is a victim of his urges; following his subconscious instincts same as you. However, his desires being the more dangerous counterpart to your...well, rather submissive nature, this might put you in severe or even mortal danger if he might lose his temper."
Hermione paled. "Mortal danger? Are you implying that Lucius would indeed kill me if he'd be given the chance?"
"I hardly think so. Not at this day and age." Snape tried to calm her. This conversation was getting slightly out of hand. He couldn't allow that.
"Honestly, you're scaring me, Professor." Hermione said, wide-eyed. "I must admit you almost had me accepting this weird option since your remarks had sounded so bloody logical..." Her face was now turning an even whiter shade of pale. "But I don't have the desire to die at the very moment, especially not at the hand of Lucius Malfoy."
"And you won't." Snape replied firmly, pointing at the piece of parchment in Hermione's hand. "If you use this. Do you recognize it?"
Hermione shrugged, not sure if she fully understood how this silly piece of paper saved her from a terrible death when his killer instinct would get the better of Lord Malfoy. "I'm not sure."
Taking the parchment out of her hand, Snape explained. "This is the wording for a Wizard's Oath. I slightly manipulated the magic in it, so it wouldn't kill the one who took it if he broke it..."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "So you can save your friend even IF he killed me?!" She spat.
"Quiet." Snape snarled. "Hear me out. If you manage to make Lucius read this out loud, you'll be perfectly safe from any harm. This would give you the opportunity to relish the experience without him being able to hurt you in any way other than for your own pleasure. The magic will know your boundaries and would not allow anyone to push them too hard." Hermione's face brightened a bit at the news.
This skillful manipulator has really thought of everything, hasn't he?! Well...at least he seems to care enough for me not to bring me as a lamb to the slaughter. Hmmmm. Maybe I'll give it a try then…
Grabbing the parchment from her former professor, Hermione re-read the text and finally nodded. "Alright. This seems to cover all crucial eventualities." And then a thought hit her. "Just when did you write this? How could you know I would even think of taking this into serious consideration? Not even I knew until a few minutes ago!"
Smirking, Snape turned her around and checked on the slowly fading scratches and grazes on her back. "After you had fallen asleep on my bed, I used the time for swiftly writing this down. I knew it would come in handy at the right time." Snape replied with a smug smile. "Now let's put it that way. After our heated little encounter yesterday evening I also remembered your physical reaction to that spanking I gave you in detention many years ago. Do you recall it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ts, if I could ever forget that." She smiled at the memory. That detention had been the unexpected trigger for her fateful string of incredibly enjoyable private lessons. "That kept on haunting my dreams for the last whole decade. What about it?"
Whoops! Hopefully he won't be smug about that one.

Reaching for her clothes, Hermione carefully placed the parchment on the bed and started to get dressed.
"So tell me, Miss Granger, just why did you enjoy that spanking so much?" Snape asked her; even though already knowing the answer from experience. But once more, he wanted her to realise it.
Hermione considered for a little while. Eventually she answered his question. "Basically, I guess I enjoyed it since I...kind of fancied you in some weird way. And I liked the idea being the centre of your attention, even if that meant I had to act like a dim-witted first-year beforehand to get this detention."
Smirking, Snape shook his head. "Not exactly. You didn't actually 'fancy' me. You feared me...and that excited you."
Hell, I still do fear you at times! That is what makes it so...oh. Exciting. Blimey! Did he always have to be right?
"Apart from that, something deep inside you told you it would serve you right to be punished for the fact that you constantly failed in getting my approval in class. Am I right?" Snape triumphantly concluded.
"So what?" Hermione replied flippantly. "That might tell me why I wanted that detention, but I still don't see what Malfoy has to do with this?"
"Oh you will see it very clearly soon, Miss Granger." Snape promised; amused by her uproar, her cheekiness and repeated lack of addressing his old friend with his title. Merlin, Lucius would enjoy it greatly to knock that nonsense out of her... And Hermione would enjoy it evenly. She just didn't know it yet. "Tell me about your emotions when you received these strokes. That must have been painful. What did it feel like?"
Hermione blinked. She recalled the spanking and suddenly blushed. In her dreams she hadn't paid that much attention to that part of the experience; every time she had fantasized about it, her focus had rather been on the humiliating aspect of the spanking and the fact that Snape had been brutalizing her over his desk afterwards. "Um, yes, it did hurt. It hurt even more with every stroke. My butt stung like crazy...and..." She stopped.
"And?" The Potions master asked, knowingly.
"And...somehow that pain felt...good. Arousing." Hermione finished her sentence with mouth agape as yet another realisation hit her.
Oh, crap! I'm a sucker for pain!
Over the years Hermione had started accepting the she apparently thrived from being dominated and degraded to a certain degree, but not a single time it had crossed her mind that she would also enjoy physical pain. She didn't know if to be excited or scared.
"Ah, given that I'm interpreting your expression correctly, you start seeing the writing on the wall as we go along, don't you?" The professor asked, arching a brow.
Feeling her knees go weak, Hermione let herself slump onto the bed, mutely staring at the ceiling. Since she didn't respond, Snape spoke again. "So, let me summarise that for you, Miss Granger. Ten years ago you deliberately, but unknowingly brought yourself into a situation that guaranteed you to be on the receiving end of severe corporal punishment; delivered by a man you felt attracted to since you feared him. Yesterday, you came back to ask for the same treatment again. Furthermore, you're additionally being confronted with yet another cruel man of your past to whom you are also attracted to but not for the sole reason of fearing him. No, apart from your fear there is hatred in your heart. Mutual hatred at that. Ignoring the life-threatening aspect of this dynamic, can you imagine the erotic explosiveness that would come with such a sexual arrangement between you and Lucius?"
Hermione hardly dared to breathe. Snape had a point there. And hell, all he said made perfect sense. It was an eye-opener and still she had much to comprehend.
"I'm afraid I can." Hermione finally answered, almost shocked at her own statement.
"Good." Snape grabbed Hermione's arm, pulled her to her feet and ushered her out his bedroom and study. "Now, since we could clarify the situation in the end, I wondered what your plans for today were. It's Sunday, and you won't have to work until tomorrow."
Still in thought, Hermione stuttered. "Um...well, I think first of all I ought to unpack. Then I wanted to pay Diagon Alley a visit. I need a few things, you know." The heavy wooden door of Snape's study closed behind both of them and warded itself. Luckily, it was Sunday so there weren't any students around in the hallways of the dungeons.
"Good for you. Now if you'll excuse me, Miss Granger." Snape casually stated, turning on his heel and heading for the stairs at the end of the opposite corridor, ditching a confused Hermione. "Wh..? Wait! Where are you going, Sir?"
The professor didn't turn around. "Out." He simply replied from the distance. "But..." Hermione called. "Do you expect me to come back here? At what time?" Hermione had just realised how pathetic she must have sounded. "After supper, Miss Granger." She heard Snape's sonorous voice echoing from the walls voice but couldn't see him anymore. He was gone.
Sighing, Hermione went in the opposite direction, heading for Gryffindor Tower in hope of finding her room she had been supposed to be sleeping in. She hoped sincerely that Minerva hadn't already paid her a visit to find Hermione's room empty, her suitcase unpacked and, what would probably raise McGonagall's suspicion most, finding Hermione's bed untouched...

A/N: Hm. Quite an interesting insight into Hermione's psyche, don't you think?^^ I got the vague suspicion that her shopping tour will develop a little differently from what she expects... ;) Lucius ahead.
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