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Little Red Riding Hood, A Beast and A Potions Mast	By : Polypectron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and SSHG is not canon. This is a work of fiction. I am not profiting from it. All characters, places, objects and realities belong to J K Rowling and the Potterverse.

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Sirius the Grim Aftermath

It was a very busy day at Hogwarts. The funeral for Madam Pomfrey caused quite a crowd, a woman beloved by the school, staff and students alike. Leaving behind a position that could not possible be filled and a very sad Little Red Cross. She was the smartest and most beautiful girl of her age and Madam Pomfrey had once conjured some little red robes that the girl still wore to her funeral. It suited her so well, that everyone called her Little Red Cross.

On the fateful day of Madam Pomfrey's murder, after the Potions Master had saved her, Little Red Cross's best friend Harry had injured himself at Quidditch practice and was admitted to the Hospital Wing. When her friends Ronald and Ginny brought Harry in they found the Potions Master holding Little Red Cross close. His dead god father was sprawled across the floor with shock printed on his face. Harry leapt out of their grip and ran to his god father, cursing blue bloody murder at his sneering Professor.

"You git, you bastard, you bat of the dungeon

This is my god father you have bludgeoned and beaten.

I know you hated his guts and the feeling was mutual

But this means of death was much too brutal

Get your hands off my friend! You have no right

To hold her so close do you not feel contrite?

You murdered a man who was faithful and loyal!

And sullied my friend, her skin you so soil!"

Snape cleared his throat and stood from the bed

and addressed the boy whose face was bright red.

"Are you usually this stupid Potter when it is plain to see,

Your friend would have been raped if it wasn't for me.

This pitiful dog of a man that you so desperately idolise

Assaulted your friend and did so antagonise

Poppy and instigated her demise

Is that surprise?

I must admit I am not completely innocent

I wished for his death since I was adolescent

Honestly Potter, stop your crying and wheezing.

Your face is as read as the hair of the Weasley's

Miss Weasley fetch the Headmaster post haste

The Dementor's will not be impressed with wretched dog's fate"

Harry bent over his god father and cried, Ron patted his shoulder and tried to comfort him. Little Red Cross tried to cover herself as best as she could but Snape turned his attention around to the girl. Pulling himself up to his full height he addressed her.

"Miss Granger, it would be prudent to put on some clothing

Unless you want the Headmaster to see the goods you are showing.

I will leave you with Potter and Weasley but trust me

No harm will befall you, just sit tight and see.

Take this potion, it is a Calming draught

It will work wonders as it is my own craft.

I will be back in a moment, don't do anything rash Potter

Weasley attend to Miss Granger, if she needs it, give her water"

The Potions Master left the room in a billow of robes. Little Red Cross stared after him, holding the potion in her hand. Knocking it back she felt instantly calmed and summoned some bed clothing lying on another hospital bed. Ron was still trying to comfort the inconsolable Harry.

Harry bent over his god fathers mangled body and howled. "Why Sirius, why?! Why did you do this?" clawing at Sirius's face. Ron decided to stand up and make his way over to Little Red Cross to see if she was ok. His eyes down cast while she was changing.

"Little Red Cross are you ok?

It fills me with sadness to see you this way.

Old Sirius seemed like a stand-up guy

But his actions have made Harry cry

The old git was right to kill him

Had he not the results would have been grim.

You would most likely be dead

Lying alone in this bed

And everyone in the world would be devastated."

Ginny had re-entered the room, with the Headmaster in tow. "Where is Severus?" he asked, but the trio did not know. Walking around the bed to inspect the body of the grim, and looked at it sadly, feeling remorse for Sirius's sins. Levitating the body onto a nearby bed and grabbing Harry by the shoulders. "Come my boy, come enjoy a lemon drop in my office. Little Red Cross, Mr Weasley, please follow me this way."

Exiting the room, the Headmaster casted a sheet over the Grim's body and cast a ward against the door. As they walked together in silence, Little Red Cross slumped under Ron's arm, protectively cradled against him. Nearing the Headmasters Office they came across the Potions Master, who had an impassive look on his face.

The Potions Master and the Headmaster exchanged a hushed conversation, unheard by Little Red Cross and her friends. After that the day went quickly. Auror's came and Ministry Officials, reporters and Skeeter had surrounded the schools entrance. Nurses from Saint Mungo's came to extract the remains of Madam Pomfrey from the Grim's stomach. Many blamed Little Red Cross and others blamed the Grim. It was splashed all over the Dailey Profit and even the Quibbler made a mention.

The funeral for Madam Pomfrey went smoothly. Making sure that the press had no access to photograph it. Headmaster read the eulogy and Little Red Cross made a mention and the family of Pomfrey stood up at attention. Her daughter a plump woman got up in front of the audience and looked out with a sullen face.

"It is today I regret to lay my mother to rest

She was a caring woman, always giving her best.

It was unfortunate how she met her demise

But let us not forget her sacrifice.

Little Red Cross I address this to you

After so much you have been through

Do not blame yourself child leave it not on your conscience

Remember Mother for her love and guidance

Now I say goodbye to you my Mother

My Healer, My friend, I loved you like no other"

Miss Pomfrey stepped down from addressing, shooting Little Red Cross a look of sympathy. Ron was grabbing her hand and squeezing it tight and Harry was standing stiffly to her right. He had not said a word to her since that fateful afternoon. It was unlikely that the Grim would be given a proper burial, he was still after all a wanted man. The Ministry had seized the body and denied Harry access.

After the ceremony Little Red Cross wanted to be alone. Everyone had badgered her about the events that took place. Leaving Ron and a seething Harry she convinced them she was going to the loo and ran back to the castle. Once in the entrance hall she found herself heading to the dungeon and not the safety of her dormitory.

Inch by inch, metre by metre she made her way to meet her saviour.

She found herself outside the Potions Master's door, he had been absent from the funeral and she had wondered why this was. Opening the door a jar she could see hovering candles floating freely and on his large potions desk, sat the man she'd been seeking.

"Potions Master?" she whispered, almost too low to hear.

"Little Red Cross" he beckoned extending his hand.

The Potions Master hope the girl would come seeking his council, he had thought back on the moment before Potter and his friends had entered.

(Flashback)

The girl sat on the bed, still in a state of shock, her arms shook, her knees buckled and her teeth chattered incessantly. His Cheshire grin had faded and he looked concerned and asked her,

"Did he hurt you?"

"No he didn't Potions Master you came just in time; a delay any longer would have been most unkind."

The Potions Master lifted a hand to her face. The skin there felt cold and it blemished under his contact.

"Little Red Cross, you must be more careful around men, for we are only human and we have needs you could not understand?"

Pushing her head into his hand she closed her eyes softly.

"Do you have such needs Potions Master?"

"Yes I do" he said silkily, "it spreads like cancer"

A gasp escaped her lips and she looked up into his eyes, the black orbs drew her in and she felt she could not deny him. But before she could answer the doors swung open loudly and in jostled her friends to witness the horror before them.

(Present)

"Please sit Little Red Cross" he instructed, "you have had quite the day, no doubt you are sick of the questions, the nagging and the pain."

"Yes I am Potions Master" moaned the girl taking a seat, he commanded the door to close and cast a silencing charm and ward against the door. This not deter the girl,

"I would like to once again say thank you sir,

Although your actions have caused quite a stir,

You saved my life and maiden head and it only makes sense,

that I should reward you someway as one would in such an event."

"Such an event?" he barked, "do these events often take place Little Red Cross, when you are concerned?"

Looking alarmed she raised her hand to her mouth, causing her blouse to rise up exposing her midrift. She was by no means a buxom young beauty, but her soft flesh did so tantalize the older professor. To top it all off, his own selfish desire, to obtain what his child hood nemesis failed to acquire.

"No Potions Master!" she chirped, "That was not my intention, to suggest I am nothing but a slave to affection."

He leered at her from behind is desk and allowed her to sit in stone silence and brooded. The girl looked around now admiring the room and decided to change subject to a happier one.

"My Potions Master, what a large collection of books you have!" She smiled admiring his shelves.

Smirking and said nothing.

The girl stood up, her skirt riding up a little as she did and ran a hand over the spine of the books she admired. "May I borrow one of your books one day Potions Master?"

"Perhaps"

As she continued to walk she came around to more shelving containing ingredients and specimens both traditional and exotic. Picking up a jar of moon beans and admiring their colour she said, "My, Potions Master, what a large collection of ingredients you have."

"Well I am a Potions Master" he drolled not taking his eyes off her.

Eventually she made her way around the room and timidly found herself back at his desk. She lent up against it and leaned forward towards him, her eyes skimming the notes he'd been writing.

"What a big nose you have Little Red Cross" smirked the Potions Master.

Offended the girl crossed her arms and said scathingly, "My nose is not big Potions Master!"

"Then how do you explain why you are so nosey?"

Did he just make a joke? She could not believe it, now seemed like the best time to offer her saviour her present. Casting her eyes down she saw his arousal was evident; with a deep breath of Gryffindor courage she addressed the issue present.

"My what a big need you have Potions Master," indicating to his crotch, "Might I suggest an antidote"

He tilted his head forward indicating he was listening and ran a hand over her little red robes and unfastened them.

"I cannot thank you enough sir for saving me that day

Your sacrifice requires a debt I must pay.

Recalling the Grim's reason for assault

Harbouring needs all men feel that had caused him to fault

Potions Master you told me you felt this lust

So I offer myself, please give me your trust

My maiden head I wish you to take

For now it seems, I have my own ache"

The room was silent.

"Can you take me to your bed Professor?" asked Little Red Cross, "Unless of course you refuse me at once."

Standing from his chair, its scrapped against the stone surface and with one sweeping motion had picked the girl up off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. Without a word he walked to his quarters, locking doors behind him as he walked through them.

Entering a room with décor truly dreary, it felt like a place of neglect for an unwanted bachelor. The bed however looked spacious and inviting, without waiting a second he placed her on the bed and vanished their clothes. The Potions Master did not mess around.

"No words can explain the lust I feel

My need to penetrate is immeasurable as well

That impudent dog could not seal the deal

Tis just my luck that I am offered your swell

I must warn you, with me you shall squeal

But in pleasure not pain you will know not of Hell

But of Heaven and beg me for more

And when finished you will exit this door

You will mention this to no one

And neither will I

This is my honest admission

Do you agree to this one condition?"

"Yes" the girl nodded sadly.

"Do not look so glum chit, it is the way things must be,

for who could love a Death Eater like me."

Standing with his shoulders back the girl could appreciate his body. It was not the most attractive and was riddled with scars and on his forearm she could see the sign of the Dark Mark. But his muscles were lean and his hair thick and rustic, his member protruding underneath it at attention.

He climbed on the bed and sampled her flesh, she tasted of salt with a hint of honey. The girls skin prickled under his touch and he chuckled, leaving lines as he brushed up her thigh passing her mound of brown curls, continuing up her waist to her breast.

Kneading it gently the girl sighed in pleasure, as being a virgin her senses where no doubt heightened. Lowering himself down on her body, he kissed her thighs and blew softly on her mound.

"Oh. . ."

Flicking his tongue out experimentally he drew it along her fold, unconsciously her legs widened and welcomed him. Poking his tongue in past them and licking her quim she shivered slightly and swore under her breath. He retracted.

"Cussing, is not acceptable in my presence Miss Granger. 5 points from Gryffindor."

Angrily she stared daggers and went to get up but he held her down roughly and continued his assault. He licked long strokes and flicked, sucking and searching and finding her clit, he was determined to make her see stars and hope to god that bastard dog was watching. He smiled against her mound, her coarse hair tickling him. Writhing under him she was moaning his name and arching up on the bed willing him forward.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh Merlin! Oh Professor!"

Not usually did he perform cunnilingus but he felt an over whelming need to taste her and do everything the mongrel Grim could not because he killed him! Not being practised he was impressed with himself at how she lavished in his attention and moaned his profession. Not wanting it to be too personal, he did not allow her to utter his name, his position as a Death Eater would not allow their involvement. This was for her own good and for his own pleasure, she had after all been the one to offer her maiden head.

Ceasing his assault, she moaned out in protest, he felt her swollen quim with his second digit. She groaned.

"Why did you stop?" she huffed, out of breath, her hair was thrown back and lay hazardous on the bed.

Not saying a word he pulled her forward and placed his turgid member at her supple 'door'. The lips of her lady opened him welcome, they flushed at the contact and a shudder ran through her. Carefully he slid inside the girl till the base hit her sturdy pubic bone, tearing the hymen, she released a pained moan.

The Potions Master decidedly did not hold back and he began to thrust back and forth and the pain became pleasure for them both. They moved in a rhythm most natural to beasts, who loved to fuck and loved to feast on each other's bodies,

"Fuck. . ."

The young girl moaned 'Professor' as he hit the right spot, it sent shock wave after shock wave across her lower half. She panted and cried, scratching lines down his back, he tried to maintain their rhythm but could not hold it back. As she reached her climax her walls closed around him, whether he liked it or not he released his seed with a growl. They came together as one, this beast with two backs.

Silence.

After what seemed like an age, the man rolled off the now young woman. He laid down next to her. Catching his breath he lightly touched her side affectionately. That was all he would allow, he could not get attached, he had a reputation to maintain and that was that.

The young woman stared disbelievingly at the man who had saved her life and her maiden head and now made her feel more fulfilled than ever and was sad that now it was all over. Standing up from the bed she gathered her clothes, that had appeared to been banished over to a nearby table. Pulling on her skirt and her top she stared at the naked man who seemed to be drifting off.

"I hope this has satisfied your carnal lust,

O' my legs doth ache from your harsh thrust.

However my regret is non-existent,

For now I carry your wonderful scent.

Sadly when I leave and live an age,

The memory will surely fade away.

Our copulation another history page,

And with age my mind will surely stray.

Remember this Severus Snape,

Our meeting may have stemmed from rape.

But I will always be grateful,

Of this very moment we share.

And will forever be mournful,

Because for you, I do care."

For the last time in her life of knowing him, she saw a large grin stretch across his face, it was the most satisfied smile she had ever seen, bearing his teeth, it filled her heart with sorrow knowing that what they had shared could never happen again.

"My, my Professor, what big teeth you have"

And just like that, Hermione Granger never saw Severus Snape again.

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