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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Hermione returned to the library a short while later with a steaming tray of hot food. Her heart fluttered again when she saw him, still sitting in the armchair where she left him. He put away his book as he heard her enter, tucking it down the side of the seat. Hermione carried the tray across to his desk, setting it down carefully so as not to spill anything.

She stepped away from the desk and gasped as she backed into something warm and solid. She hadn't heard Snape get up from his chair. He gently grasped her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. She kept her eyes lowered, afraid for him to see the lust still burning in her eyes. Not again, please… It took me long enough to calm down last time.

Unbidden her pulse began to race as Snape lifted her head up with one finger as his other hand slipped loosely around her waist. Please… not more teasing… She'd tried to do as she'd been told, and think about what she wanted, what she was prepared to give him, but she'd barely been able to concentrate enough to prepare his food.

Her whole body had been humming with the unrelieved need that his hands had awoken in her. She had been unable to keep her hands from shaking as she'd moved the boiling pots around on the stove, almost burning herself several times in the process.

She had been able to think of nothing else but the way his hands had moved under her dress, his gentle caresses heating her body until she was desperately begging for more. And now his hands were on her again, and she prayed that he wasn't going to work her up and leave her hanging like he had an hour ago. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to block out the sensation of being so close to him again.

"Open your eyes, pet. Look at me."

She obeyed, peering up nervously through her eyelashes at the dark wizard looming over her. She went rigid as his face lowered over hers, the hand under her chin pulling her lips towards his. She expected him to take her mouth forcefully, as he had done before, and was surprised at the gentle way his lips touched hers, slowly caressing her closed mouth. Her gasp when she felt his tongue flick out to swipe across the crease of her mouth was barely audible, but Snape took advantage, pressing the wet muscle between her now open lips, and pulling the bottom one into his mouth to suck on it.

She barely noticed when she began to return the kiss. Before she knew it her tongue was pressing against his, demanding entry into his hot, wet mouth. Yessss…. She wrapped her arms around his waist as the hand under her chin moved round to the back of her head, the both of them pulling the other tighter against themselves. Hermione's eyes had long since closed again, and she was lost in the musky scent of him, the muscles of his back beneath her hands and the feel of his soft lips on hers.

The intensity of the kiss soon left her struggling for breath. As if by some unspoken signal, they both pulled away from each other simultaneously. Hermione gasped for air, her heart pounding so hard she could barely hear anything else. Snape seemed to be unaffected, as he watched her calmly while she tried to recover.

Hermione's forehead fell forwards onto his chest and rested there as she waited for her head to stop spinning. Oh my Gods! I just snogged him. That was…. amazing! She could feel her cheeks redden at the thought. Her hands left his waist and came up to clutch at the material at the front of his coat, her fingers playing idly with the many buttons down the front.

As her breathing slowed and her head cleared, anxiousness began to set in. What's going on? What is he trying to do to me? Why am I enjoying this so much? Gods… that kiss was…. It was the best kiss she'd ever had. She felt suddenly frightened at just how much she was desperate for more. What's happening to me? I'm supposed to hate him.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, tugging her away from his, and she looked up, still slightly dazed, to see Snape smirking down at her. He bent down to nuzzle at the sensitive skin below her ear. "You can't fool me pet. I know you want to be a good girl for me," he whispered huskily.

She couldn't deny it. She knew that wanting to please and be recognised for her achievements was an undeniable part of her personality. And now she was faced with the one person who had always refused to acknowledge her skills and knowledge, and hearing the words 'good girl' tumbling from his elegant lips made her desperately wish to be just that. Is that all it is though? How can I feel this way about a man who hold me here against his will and forces himself on me whenever he wants?

Maybe Snape had read her thoughts, or some part of her musing must have been showing on her face, for Snape pushed her fully out of his arms, and moved to sit down at his desk. "On your knees, pet, while you think." She made to kneel where she stood but Snape spoke again. "Not there, here." He pointed to a spot directly by his chair. She eyed him nervously but knelt where she was told before he could admonish her.

Ignoring her for the moment he reached across the desk to pull his tray in front of him, and began to eat. Every now and then his long robes brushed over her leg or arm, making her twitch. Her entire body was still sensitive from the memory of the kiss they had just shared. One half of her was appalled at the way she had begun to respond to the enigmatic wizard who held such power over her.

The other half, the part that was slowly getting stronger, was telling her to make the most of the situation she had found herself in. It's not as if you didn't fancy him before all this started. Would it really be that hard to let him have what he can take by force anyway? At least you get some pleasure out of it too. And he's offered to teach you if you're good. Just think what you could learn from him. Besides, it could be worse. You could have been given to Malfoy or that werewolf. Maybe you still might be, if you don't do what he wants. She shivered at the thought.

"Are you cold, pet?" His voice was almost tender as he paused to look down at her. Before she could answer he laid down his cutlery and extended his arm, wrapping part of his robe around her and tugging her closer. "Put your head down." He patted his lap and when she looked up at him in surprise, gently pushed her head down so her cheek was resting against his leg.

He picked up his fork again with his left hand and continued eating, his right lightly running through the hair that was now spread across his lap. The action was soothing, and soon she relaxed, turning her face into his thigh and inhaling the rich, warm scent that made something within her tighten pleasantly.

As Snape continued to eat he began to talk to her between bites. "I have some business to take care of for a couple of hours, so you'll have time to finish your chores, pet." "That'll give you some time to decide what you want." His hand continued to stroke her hair, his fingers sometimes brushing delicately across her cheek.

"If you've been a good girl, then after dinner maybe I'll let you read again" She must have made a sound at that, for he gave a low chuckle. "You'd like that pet?" She nodded against his leg. "Maybe later I can see how much you've remembered." She nodded again, more fervently, and he laughed again. She realised she liked the sound. "That's my little know-it-all." He spoke affectionately, and her heart swelled slightly at hearing the once hated nickname said in such a way.

She felt him lean back in the chair. "Up, pet. Time to get back to work." She climbed to her feet, staying besides the chair as his arm slipped round her waist again. He looked up into her eyes, and she wondered whether he was going to use Legilimency on her again, but a few moments passed and she didn't feel his presence in her head. "Choose well, pet," he said quietly. The corner of his mouth curled upward slightly. "You can go." He withdrew his arm.

She turned to leave, knowing already what her answer would be when he asked her later.
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