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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione nervously pushed the door to the library ajar. The damp hair that spilled down her back was soaking through her dress and making her feel itchy and uncomfortable. At least she was clean. Snape had even left her shampoo and conditioner to use, and some soap that smelled like him. She had enjoyed lathering herself up in his scent.

When she had closed her eyes she could almost imagine him in the shower with her. She'd grown wet at the thought, and only the knowledge that trying to pleasure herself wouldn't work had stopped her from slipping her hands between her legs and relieving the ache that was building there. Why is he all I can think about at the moment? Get a grip, Hermione!

"Don't linger in the doorway, pet. Come here."

With a trembling hand she pushed the door open wider and stepped in, feeling apprehensive about what was going to happen. She walked over to stand in front of Snape, who was sitting by the fire, nervously wringing her hands as he watched her silently for a few moments. He smiled darkly as he pulled out his wand before speaking.

"Sit here. Back to me."

Snape pointed between his legs and as she watched, he transfigured a small piece of cloth he held in his other hand into a cushion which he set down on the floor. Hermione frowned in confusion but did as she was told. She places her hands in her lap and waited.

There was a rustling behind her and she fought not to turn and see what he was doing. His arm suddenly came over her shoulder and she jumped in fright before realising he was holding the copy of Moste Potente Potions she'd been reading before.

"Take it, pet."

She took it from him and laid it over her crossed legs, opening it and flicking through to the page she'd been on before. Almost immediately she was lost in the words before her, and when his hand came down to lift her hair off he back he barely noticed. However, when he started pulling her hairbrush through the tangled knot she squealed in pain as he tugged her head back.

"Please…sir…"

"Just how do you manage to get this through that tangled mane of yours, pet?"

It was perhaps the strangest question he had ever asked her, and she had to supress a giggle. "Ummm, I always start at the bottom and work up."

Without another word he began again. Doing as she had said. It still pulled a little, but she was used to that by now, and she was able to ignore it as she started to read again. This is so weird. Who would ever have imagined Snape doing this? As most of the tangles were pulled out she started to unconsciously lean into the hand that was running over her hair between brushed.

The combination of feeling clean, the rhythmic strokes through her hair and something to occupy her mind soon made her forget where she was, and she had soon relaxed enough to lean her cheek against Snape's knee as she continued to read. She failed to notice the missed brush of her hair as she did so.

"Master…?" She spoke hesitantly, unsure of her new ability to question him.

"Yes, pet?"

She lifted the book so he could see it over her shoulder, and then had to suck in a breath when he leant forward, ticking the hair at her temples with his breath as he looked at the page she was reading.

"I…er…" She fought to focus. "It… it says here that the powdered Graphorn Horn is added before the Beetle Eyes, but I'm sure I read somewhere about another potion that uses these two ingredients in the same order. It said that by combining the two before adding them to the potion improves the consistency as well as reducing the time it takes to prepare. Wouldn't doing the same thing here produce a similar effect?"

Snape leant back in his chair and was silent for a minute. Hermione began to grow anxious. What did I say?

"Where did you read that?" he asked eventually.

She thought for a moment then shrugged. "Maybe in Potions Weekly. I'm not sure. No…" She remembered suddenly. Oh Gods, please don't be angry. "It was… it was in your book. You know… the one Harry used last year." There was silence again, and she felt sick with worry that she'd displeased him already.

He surprised her. "It's a good idea, pet, but there is one problem with it. Tell me, looking at the order and timing for each ingredient, which are the two active ones?"

She lowered the book so she scan through the method again. Well obviously it was… "the Ashwinder eggs and the beetle eyes…" Oh I see.

"Keep going…"

"In the Hiccoughing solution potion the beetle eyes are only a reactant, so mixing them with the powdered horn doesn't change the overall use of the potion, whereas if you did the same here, the eggs won't react with the eyes and it would be useless." She paused. "In fact, there's a good chance if you continued and added the fluxweed it would react with that instead and blow up."

"Quite spectacularly too, I would imagine," he said dryly. "Well reasoned, pet."

The brush strokes resumed. Hermione felt a flush of pride at his words. He'd never acknowledged her abilities in such a way before.

"What else did you read in my copy?"

"Not much really. Harry never let it out of his sight for long. I only got the chance to read a few of the notes you'd written, although I watched him using it in class. It was… frustrating. He never actually learned anything, just took the credit from following your notes."

"Can you remember what Potter did with it? It would be useful for you to study."

There was no point in hiding the truth. He'd be able to tell if he looked into her mind again. "Ginny helped him hide it in the Room of Requirement. She's probably the only one who knows where it is. She didn't let Harry look. After that fight with Malfoy…" She trailed off.

"Trust Potter to remember that one spell out of all the notes I wrote in that book. He was lucky it was me that found Draco, or he'd have been in serious trouble. As it was…" He stopped suddenly, leaving her to wonder just what he'd left unsaid.

By now all her knots had been untangled, and she heard him lean over and put the brush on the floor. There was another movement behind her and all of a sudden her hair was dry, springing out in a bushy halo around her head. Damn. She tried to run her fingers through it. This is why I never use a drying spell.

Snape removed her fingers from her hair. "Leave it, pet."

She watched as he summoned a book from the desk, catching it deftly and setting it down on his lap behind her. One of his hands made its way into her hair, twirling it idly around his fingers as she heard him open the book. There was silence. He was obviously reading, so she settled back down with her book again.

It was getting late. Over the past couple of hours Hermione had asked a few more questions of Snape and had each time been cleverly helped to find her own answers. But neither had spoken in some time. The fire had burnt quite low in the grate and she hadn't heard Snape turn a page in some time. Is he asleep? She didn't want to turn and check. His hand was still in her hair, although it had stopped moving a while ago.

Hermione had been finding it harder and harder to concentrate as the evening progressed, knowing what would likely be expected of her that night. She knew she wanted him, she was all too aware of the warmth emanating from the long legs stretched out on either side of her, and the thought of his fingers brushing over her skin was enough to make her flush. But there was still a small part inside her that was refusing to keep quiet. This is wrong, Hermione. He's done something to you. Why aren't you fighting this…? Don't just give in.

Too late for that, she thought. I've promised now, and I don't really want to lose what I've got out of this already. When was the last time she had had a nice evening like this? Not since I got here, for sure. And before that… who knows..?

Her legs were starting to cramp from having kept them crossed for so long. She lifted the book up off her lap and tried to stretch her legs without Snape noticing. No such luck. The moment she began to shift he spoke.

"It's late, pet. Go and get ready for bed."

Whose bed though? she thought, as she stretched her legs out before her, rubbing the muscles to help take away the ache. She slowly got to her feet. "What should I do with this, Master? She held out her book.

"Leave it on the desk for tomorrow, pet. You may go," he added as he saw her pause for permission to leave.

Hermione left the bathroom feeling quite anxious, and wondering what she was supposed to do would. Was he expecting her in his bedroom? She worried at her bottom lip as she crept down the hall.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she was almost at her own room before she realised. The door had vanished. Guess that answers that question, she thought wryly. She rubbed her stomach lightly as butterflies started to flap.

Hermione flinched as suddenly a voice spoke in her ear. "You won't be needing you own room anymore," he said smoothly as he buried his nose in the back of her hair, pressing his body up against hers. A shudder ran through her, and she found it was hard to breathe. Her muscles seemed to have turned to stone and she couldn't move. This is it…

Snape pulled the hair back from the side of her neck and kissed gently behind her ear. The movement seemed to free her and she leaned back against him, tilting her head to one side so he could run his lips down to the top of her shoulder.

Without warning he stepped back, and let out a quiet chuckle as she moaned in disappointment. She faced him as he opened the door to his own room before turning back to her. His dark eyes studied her carefully as he held out a hand. She hesitated only a moment before putting her hand in his. As she did the lights in the hall went out, and Snape pulled her into his room.
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