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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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Hermione could feel something tickling the inside of her thigh. She groaned sleepily and brushed it away. The feeling quickly returned, moving upwards slowly. A wet sensation at her collarbone joined the first. She fought to stay asleep but it was a losing battle. Go away… She tried to roll over, swiping hard at whatever was now moving down her chest. There was a loud smack. The answering growl finally woke her up. Something's in my bed! "Get off me!" She sat up with a yell, only to feel her chest connect with something hard.

The last traces of sleep leaving her, she suddenly realised where she was, and just who was leaning over her with an extremely irate look on his face. Oh shit… She scrambled backwards so she could sit up fully. "Master… I'm so sorry… Did I…?

She reached to touch his face where a red mark was forming from where she had hit him, but he jerked away from her outstretched hand and before she could move again, he grabbed her by the hair, dragging her towards him. His other hand was raised to strike her, and she closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the shirt he was now wearing in anticipation of the blow. It never came. After a few moments she opened her eyes cautiously.

"You wish to renege on your promise already? Or are you stupid enough to think that sort of behaviour will please me?" he thundered, pulling hard on her hair. He had lowered his hand, but she could still feel him shaking with anger.

"No, please. I forgot where I was. I wasn't refusing to do what you want. I didn't realise…" she pleaded as he let go suddenly and moved to get off the bed. "Please…" She reached out at grabbed him by the wrist, but he only snarled and threw her off.

"You dare touch me?" he hissed, standing up and walking away. "Get out, you have work to do. You will return to your own room once finished. I will deal with you later."

"No… please!" she cried, throwing herself off the bed and to the floor in front of him. "I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry!" She crouched on her knees, head lowered and utterly distraught, the force of her emotions surprising her. She couldn't stand the thought of being sent back to her own room that evening by herself. The probable loss of her other privileges paled in comparison. "Please don't be angry with me, master," she whispered. "I'll do anything… anything for you."

There was silence and she found herself holding her breath as she waited for his response. He hadn't left the room, but his reticence frightened her. She trembled as she fought to hold back her tears when the silence stretched on. Please forgive me.

Suddenly his hand was in her hair again. She was dragged upright and her head yanked back. Cold, angry eyes bored into her own. Hermione felt the tears spilling down her cheeks and she began to sob when he still didn't speak. When he released her she fell to the floor again, believing that she wasn't going to get another chance.

"You still wish to please me, girl?" His voice was still hard and bitter, but she only knew that she seemed to be getting a chance at redemption. She was so desperate for it that in that moment she would have done anything to get it.

"Yes, Master, anything…. Please," she whispered head down, hardly daring to hope.

There was silence again for a few moments before he spoke. "Go kneel on the bed."

She scrambled to obey, scrubbing at the wetness on her cheeks as she did. She crawled onto the bed and knelt, looking back at Snape to see what he wanted her to do next.

"Wait there and don't move." He turned and went through the door to his lab. He was gone a few minutes and she began to shift uncomfortably on her knees, her anxiety mounting again. What's he doing in there? Eventually the door banged open and Snape stalked back through. Hermione's eyes went straight to the angry handprint on his cheek. I can't believe I did that.

Snape climbed on the bed quickly and grabbed her, pinning her down to the mattress. She could feel his hard cock pressed up against the outside of her thigh, and she suddenly felt a rush of desire course through her. Why is this turning me on so much?

"You still wish to continue, girl. You want to redeem yourself?"

She nodded her head furiously, half distracted by the soft velvety feel of his erection against her skin. She'd do anything for him. She wanted him too much to be able to deny him anything he asked. Strangely enough the thought didn't frighten her. When did I start feeling like this?

Snape rolled over, pulling her on top of him, and yanked her legs to either side of his waist so she was straddling him. "Go on girl, show me how much you want to please me." He let go of her wrists, and she pulled them back, unsure if she was allowed to touch him. She thought for a moment. It was obvious what he wanted her to do, and she was actually quite eager to try it, but she wasn't quite sure what she should do.

"What are you waiting for?" he growled impatiently.

She worried at her lip nervously as she scooted backwards slightly on his lap, raising herself awkwardly over him. Looking up at his face once more, she gently grabbed his hard shaft, pressing it to her entrance before slowly lowering herself onto it. She was tight but wet, and her legs were aching before he was completely buried inside her. It felt completely different from the previous times, the angle pushing him far deeper than ever before.

She squeezed her inner muscles experimentally, making Snape hiss. "Get on with it, girl."

She raised herself off him slightly before sinking back down. This was harder than she thought. Leaning forward and putting her hands either side of him she managed to move her hips up and down a few times. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her groan with pleasure.

She felt she was finally getting the hang of it, feeling confident enough to start rocking her hips slightly at the same time, grinding hard against him. This feels so… good! But a look at Snape's face made her falter in her new-found rhythm. He was yet to make a sound, although his lips were parted slightly, his eyes fixed on her. She ground to a halt. "What the matter? Am I doing it wrong?" she whispered anxiously.

Snape didn't answer, instead pushing her roughly to one side and off him, before climbing to his knees, turning her away from him and pushing her head down to the mattress. Breathing heavily and trying not to cry, she felt him line up his cock at her entrance. His sudden hard plunge into her made her squeal.

He continued to pump into her, his thrusts getting harder and faster, and she began to cry out, whether in pleasure or pain she wasn't sure. He was being far rougher with her than any time since the first, and she couldn't understand how wet and aroused it was making her. Her upset now forgotten, she could feel her inner walls tightening around him as he pounded against her, holding on tight to her hips to stop her from flying into the headboard.

She could hear him grunting with the effort of maintaining his fast pace. Before long he began to shake and she knew he was close. She began to push back in time with his thrusts, moaning loudly as she did so, and the added friction took him quickly over the edge.

He pulled away from her immediately and rolled off the bed, leaving her once again unfulfilled and empty. She couldn't care less though, her only thought was for him, and whether he was still upset with her. He was walking towards his lab again, about to leave her without speaking a word.

"Please, Master…" she beseeched, unwilling to let him go without knowing where she now stood. "Are you…. Did I…please you?"

He whipped round to look at her, his eyes blazing, an almost visible aura of energy around him. In that moment he looked fierce and powerful, despite his state of undress. She found unable to look away, realising she had never felt so drawn to him as she was in that moment. His next words broke the spell he had her under, when she realised how angry he still was.

"Think about what you really want girl," he spat. I won't be so forgiving if you dare to raise a hand to me again, deliberately or not. Now… get to work." He turned on his heel and strode into his lab, slamming the door closed behind him.

Hermione huddled on the bed for a few moments, barely managing to contain her tears. Eventually she got down, scurrying across to where her dress lay on the chair and pulling it on quickly. With one final sad glance at the door through with Snape had disappeared, she left the room.
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