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Madrigal	By : Rotisserie_Cassowary Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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We spent the majority of the following days ensconced in my laboratory. We still had plenty of work to do, despite Hogwarts and the wizarding world at large seeming to grind to a halt in the wake of Dumbledore’s violent “death”. Bellatrix had proudly admitted to murdering the headmaster, and was currently serving something like her tenth life sentence in Azkaban. I wondered idly how many days it would be before she broke out yet again. Draco had been placed in juvenile detention by the court. I had no doubt that his parents would have him back home after a couple of well-placed bribes, however.
The Daily Prophet was filled with nothing but speculation, rumors, and gossip. Hermione and I combed through it frantically each morning, looking across the dining hall at each other in relief each time we failed to find our own names. It appeared that not a single person, living or dead, had seen us until the entire school flooded out onto the grounds.
Pretty much everyone assumed Draco had played the operative role in getting a Death Eater into the castle, but he couldn’t remember a bit of it. All attempts at Legilimency as well as multiple interrogations with Veritaserum came back empty. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was ridiculously proud of my memory charm. The Ministry justices had concluded that he’d been operating under the influence of the Imperious Curse for most of the year, but his Dark Mark was conclusive proof that he certainly wasn’t innocent by any means.
The Malfoy family came under heavy scrutiny. The fact that their son and his aunt had been responsible for the death of the Headmaster was a huge blow to their credibility. Lucius lost his position as a Hogwarts’ Governor, as well as a number of other honorary titles and board seats. I knew they were still living plenty comfortably, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty for bringing hell down on them. At least the boy isn’t dead, or in Azkaban, or had his soul ripped to shreds. I did the best I could with the situation I was given. Draco may even be allowed to attend Hogwarts next semester if he doesn’t get into any more legal trouble. Really, it worked out as well as it possibly could have…
Dumbledore’s funeral was just as overwrought and insipid as I had anticipated. I sat directly across the way from Hermione, so I contented myself with simply staring at her the entire time. She wept desolately through the service, holding onto Ginny’s hand for support. The girls would frequently wrap each other into tight hugs. Knowing Hermione, she would be thinking about the fact that Dumbledore’s death was still coming, still something she was going to have to deal with soon. We had fatally poisoned the old man, and he was not at all pleased with us about it. We did the best we could, I tried to reassure myself, He was making impossible, insane demands. We should all be so lucky as him- with the opportunity to choose the exact place and time we finally move on.
After the interminably long funeral, I noticed Potter having a private conversation with the Minister of Magic. I could read Scrimgeour’s expressions from where I stood, watching casually out of the corner of my eye. The Minister did not seem pleased with the boy, and I found myself once again being pleasantly surprised with Potter. I assumed the Ministry was pressuring the Chosen One to voice his support for their administration, and he was outright refusing. Good boy. Don’t let the bastards grind you down.
I strolled around the far side of the lake, then plunged into a small opening in the Forbidden Forest. I paused about ten minutes down the path, waiting until I heard footsteps crashing through the brush behind me. Within a few minutes, Hermione emerged through a thicket of brush. I quirked the corner of my mouth at her, pulling a small leafy twig out of her upswept hair. She giggled, blushing slightly. She was clad in a conservative knee-length black dress. She had put on a small amount of makeup for the event, but most of the mascara had run into the creases beneath her eyes. I wiped my fingers across her lower lids, removing a bit of the smeared mess.
She looked at me with a small smile on her shiny, cherry-red lips. I wrapped my hands around her slim waist, pulling her against me. “Trains are going back tomorrow…” she whispered, and I nodded my head in acknowledgement. “I can’t believe they’re cancelling lessons for the rest of term… And the exams! What a tragedy…” she sighed, and I laughed in spite of myself. “Only Hermione Granger would say the cancellation of exams is a tragedy after having just attended a funeral…” I teased.
She rolled her eyes, slapping me lightly on the cheek. “Shush, you. I’m just trying to ask you what your plans are this summer…”
“The same thing as every summer. Working overtime for the Dark Lord, getting wasted, enjoying not dealing with bratty children every hour of my waking life…” I drawled sarcastically. “What are you going to do? It’s not safe at your parents’ house. Are you going to the Burrow?” I asked, just barely managing to disguise my juvenile concern about her being alone with Ron Weasley all summer.
“Well, I know I’m definitely going to be at the Burrow for Bill and Fleur’s wedding… Are you planning on going?!” she inquired, looking at me eagerly.
“Weddings aren’t really my thing…” I began, but she grabbed the lapels of my formal velvet robes in desperation. She looked at me appealingly, “But you have to go… Please… For me? It’s probably the only time I’ll get to see you for the next three months!!” Her lower lip was quivering now, and she looked on the verge of tears.
“Silly girl,” I murmured, sweeping a few stray hairs out of her face. “I would spend every single day of the summer vacation with you if I could.”
Her eyes lit up, “Then we should! I’ll stay with you at your home, or we could stay at Grimmauld Place again if you don’t feel like being in that house…”
I cut her off, shaking my head sadly, “We can’t do it, Hermione. You know that. I’m one of the school board’s three candidates. And the Dark Lord is just about to place the Imperious Curse on two more of the Hogwarts Governors; he’s going to finally have a majority, and they will instate me as Headmaster. If someone finds out about our relationship, I’ll be as good as dead. Do you understand that? If I’m sacked from being Headmaster, I won’t be of any use anymore. Potter will be on the run, Dumbledore will be apparently dead. I’ll have no value to the Dark Lord. Nothing to offer to keep myself alive…”
Tears were leaking from her eyes now, she looked at me with desolation written plain across her face. “We can hide it! No one has to know! I can’t live with out you… I just can’t!” she cried out, hands desperately clutching at my chest.
I couldn’t hold it back, and liquid squeezed unbidden from the corners of my eyes as well. I wrapped her as tightly in my arms as I could without completely crushing her delicate form. I shushed her gently, but she just cried harder. She was truly inconsolable, and my heart felt as if it were shattering into a million pieces.
“Please,” I murmured desperately, “Please don’t cry, Hermione. Please. I don’t want it to be this way either. But what can we do? You’re coming back to school next year. I’m still your professor. We can’t be together. That’s just the way it is.”
She shook her head vigorously, taking in small, sobbing gasps of breath. “No. I refuse to accept that! We are intelligent fucking people! You’ve spent decades lying to two of the most powerful wizards of all time!”
“Be that as it may, we have Molly Weasley to deal with now. You think she’s not going to wonder why you’re not staying at her house with your parents gone gallivanting around Africa?”
“Have you forgotten I’m your apprentice, Severus? Just because Dumbledore was the one who forced us into it in the first place, doesn’t mean we have to stop now that he’s gone! We still have work to do, right? The war is just going to be getting more and more intense from here on out! I’m sure you’re going to need my help with brewing, collecting ingredients, all sorts of stuff, right?” she asked leadingly, raising her eyebrows at me.
“I suppose I may need some assistance every once in a while…” I conceded, smirking at her.
“Exactly! And if you become Headmaster, you’ll be in charge of…” she began, giving me a very suggestive look.
I finished for her, “…the wards. All of the wards…”
A completely evil expression overtook my face, and she laughed triumphantly. “You better watch yourself, you naughty little girl,” I sneered lewdly, roughly grabbing her by her slim hips, “When I’m Headmaster, you’re going to be getting into a lot of trouble… I do believe you may need to be punished every. single. night.”
Her eyes were hooded and dark as she looked up at me. She bit her lip unconsciously, smearing her dark lipstick a bit. I let out a low growl, picking her up and pressing her against the trunk of a nearby oak. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pressing on me insistently. I ground my rock-hard cock against her, delirious with need. “Dirty little girl. So fucking needy. Can’t even go a few measly months without being touched by her filthy professor. Does your hungry little cunt want my monster cock? Does your ass want to be abused? Beaten and spanked while you scream and cry?”
“Yes! Yes!” she cried, digging her nails painfully into the back of my neck. I humped her like an animal, like a man possessed. I let out feral snarls, mercilessly squeezing her rump as I held her suspended in the air. I was leaving dozens of bite marks all over her throat, and I was certain her back and bottom would be covered in bruises. But she couldn’t care less, screaming at me constantly to push harder, faster, more, more, more….
I came violently when she began to let loose a filthy stream of consciousness, “Oh gods, that feels so good, Master. Your cock is so enormous, so incredibly hard… All I can think about is how bad I need it inside me. I want to be used by you, Sir. I want to do everything for you. I want to be your filthy little slut… I want to serve your every whim, fulfil your every fantasy, give you everything you ever wanted… OH FUCK! Gods, I want your mouth on my pussy again so bad! I want you to devour me! I want you to use me, Master! OH FUCKING HELL!!!”
Once my load was spent, I abruptly lowered her to the ground. I grabbed her hips, spinning her around. She bent over immediately, placing one hand on the tree trunk, and sticking her ass alluringly into the air. “What a good little girl…” I purred, yanking her dress up around her hips. She was wearing a tiny black thong, and I grunted my approval of her wardrobe choice. I pulled her impossibly tiny panties down her creamy white thighs, and she let out a little gasp as the breeze tickled her wet, swollen mound.
Her exposed cunt was unbelievably bright pink in the dappled afternoon sunshine. Her bare labia glistened with moisture, and I could see that her inner thighs were smeared with her arousal as well. “Touch yourself,” I choked out, overwhelmed with the visual. Her tiny, graceful fingers reached between her legs, rubbing desperately at herself. She moaned deliciously, and I couldn’t help but reach out for her. I pinched her cheek, then slapped it. She let out an incredible little scream, and I grinned evilly. I cast silencing and muffling charms around us as I began the assault in earnest. I beat her sexy little ass mercilessly, and yet she continued to cry out for more. When she finally came, many long minutes later, it was with a single long, drawn-out scream. She collapsed onto her knees, pulling her underwear up dazedly. I sat next to her, and she crawled into my lap.
She curled into a little ball, and I wrapped her up protectively inside my cloak. I gave her a lingering kiss on the forehead, and she smiled up at me sleepily. I hummed to her gently for a while, content to simply soak up the serene moment. Without even meaning to, I began to sing Pink Floyd, quietly at first, but eventually building to a bittersweet crescendo…
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there’s a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away… slipped away…

TO BE CONTINUED...
Notes:
Bonus points for anyone who caught the Margaret Atwood quote!
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