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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 had finished all her chores, and she still had some time before she expected Snape back in his chambers for dinner, so she had returned to her room for a while. She was sitting quietly on the bed, running her brush through her bushy hair and thinking about all the possible ramifications of the choice she was about to make. She knew she was basically about to offer up her body in return for a slightly better life. There's a word for girls like that, a small voice whispered.

She was no fool. She knew that her life would still not be easy. She would still belong to Snape, his to command and to punish when the mood took him, and from experience she was under no illusions about the way he would continue to treat her. She would still be at the mercy of Voldemort, who could kill her without a moment's thought.

But she would have had to deal with all that in any case, and at least this way she would be able to learn something. It wasn't like Snape already had access to her whenever he wanted, and in truth she was surprised at how rarely he had forced himself on her. He could have been a lot rougher too. He could have done anything he wanted to me. Nobody would have cared.

Really, she thought, she wasn't really giving up anything. As strange as it still seemed to her considering the circumstances of her imprisonment, she wanted to feel his hands on her. The thought of being held in his arms again, the sounds that he made as he thrust into her, and the way she knew he could bring her to an overwhelming orgasm made her throb between the legs. When had she gone from hating the sight of him to being so desperate for his touch?

She quickly lost herself in a daydream and was shocked when the door suddenly banged open, and the object of her thoughts stepped into the room with a swirl of robes. She threw down the brush and jumped off the bed, hurrying to kneel in her normal spot before she remembered that it wasn't morning.

Snape smirked as she dropped to her knees submissively before him. He waited a few moments before hebent over her and tilted her face up. "Did you make your decision, pet?" he asked in a smooth voice that sent a shiver straight down her spine.

"Yes… master," she whispered as his dark eyes bored into hers.

"Go on…" he drawled.

Her eyes darted away from his in embarrassment, unable to look at him now the moment was here. She fixed her gaze on one of the many buttons on his coat. "I'll be… good." Her words were barely audible.

"Look at me," he commanded. She did, and when she met his eyes again she swallowed nervously. "Don't mumble, pet. Tell me what you want."

"To be good…" She spoke slightly louder this time, and she knew he heard her that time.

"Say it properly then. Whose good girl do you want to be?" He almost sounded amused.

Hermione tried to blink back the tears of humiliation that were starting to well in her eyes. Why was he making this so hard. "I… I want to be your good girl, master." Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Tension that she hadn't even noticed before seemed to drain from his face. "Well done, pet. I'm glad." He gently brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes before backing away slightly, his face once more serious. "Now, there will be a few changes to the rules. You will continue with your chores, but when you have finished you will be allowed to read whatever material I deem appropriate. Do not let me catch you with a book in your hands until all your work is done. You will inform me when you have finished each book, and I will test how well you have retained the information.

"You will not to question my choice of book or the subject, although… you will be allowed, each evening to ask questions which will further your understanding of what you are studying. This does not give you carte-blanche to ask all the ridiculous questions that pop into your head. Do not make me regret allowing you this." Hermione nodded fervently, quickly forgetting her embarrassment as he continued.

"I trust you will not forget that all this rests on how well you manage to continue… pleasing me. Fail to do so and you will lose all your new privileges. The punishments that will follow will be far more severe than any you have received so far. Please me, and maybe I will reward you by allowing you to assist me in my lab sometimes. But first, you must… promise... Promise to please me, pet, as well as you are able to." His eyes fixed on her face and he watched her intently as he waited for her to speak.

Hermione couldn't help but feel excited. Not only would she have access to books and be able to study, there was a chance at actually doing some potion-making. She could barely believe it. All this for merely agreeing to something he already had from her.

She wouldn't lie to herself. Snape would be a difficult taskmaster, she knew from experience in his classroom, but she had always thrived on hard work and she was sure she could learn a lot from Snape. His methods had always been harsh, but she'd always felt pushed to improve, whereas she felt like Slughorn's easy-going lessons had taught her very little. Either way, it would make a welcome change from the hours of boredom she'd suffered through since returning to Hogwarts.

Without any further though she spoke. "I promise." Snape only raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "I… I promise…" she took a deep breath, "to please you as best as I can." She knew what that would mean. A slight tingle seemed to run through her body as she said the words. What was that? Some sort of spell? She looked at Snape suspiciously but he gave no indication that anything strange had happened.

"That's my good girl," he purred. "You may stand up." She got to her feet, wincing at the ache in her knees from the hard floor. "You will prepare dinner. Something light, I think. While I am eating you will take a shower, then return to me in the library." He reached out and wound a strand of her hair around a finger. "Make sure you wash this, pet."

He turned to go, then stopped, looking back at her. "Give me your hairbrush." She went across to the bed and grabbed the brush from where she had flung it upon his arrival in her room. She returned to him and held it out. Snape took it with a slight curl of his lips, and with one last glance at her, swept from the room.
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