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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Notes:
Back in the year 2000s or the first years I was writing fanfics I also read a lot of them. One of my favourite was by Moirae333 (that i think was her s/n as i no longer see her around online or like maybe she changed sn) and she wrote this very beautiful epic fanfic. It was grueling long but it was really good. I forgot who were her main characters but I was sure that it wasn't ss/hg. The epic was posted in the orig hp boards and i'm not sure if in ff.net as well.
"Losing Faith" was the title of the whole work. I'm saying that now cause it sort of inspired me to put the same title on this chapter although for very good reasons.
Nothing about that fic is ever so related with what happens in this chapter. I just saw it fit to put the title that way and would like to acknowledge the inspiration of where I i draw the title from.
Sandlapper - I feel honoured truly to be reviewed by you. I get the feeling of so much love when someone who barely reviews gives you a review. Thank you so much for those kind words. I have to say that I'm sort of happy that someone is on snape's side? I know i've made him so evil as it seems in the chapter and in this fic but i'm still a big fan of him and ss/hg haha.
And yes, the key might be somewhere out there. out in their noses maybe as well.
Stay there and hold on tight for all the dangers and rollercoaster darkness that are about to commence!!!

lots of love

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Chapter Forty Seven
Losing Faith

Twelve days without the privilege of using the small library or access to Snape’s bookshelves was something she can absolutely deal with.
But his promise of teaching her some ‘Defensive Spells’ went flying out of the window as quickly as the opportunity had come.
They were having a good time the other day – he was teaching her a couple of friendly or easy to make potions especially for healing and a couple of trivial facts about potions and books.
He had never seen her as excited nor as happy in a long time at his pronouncement of these little activities he planned for them.
There were these kind of days that Snape seemed to be in a good mood to teach her a thing or two that normally she wouldn’t think possible for him to do given their situation.
And then there came an opportunity where she actually managed to make him say yes into teaching her some Defensive Spells using a wand.
She has not touched a wand for a very long time and she knew that one way or another she must touch one soon even if it isn’t hers.
She had noticed it – her powers were growing weaker by the days.
She’s not stupid.
She’s read that somewhere that when someone wasn’t using magic – wand or wandless magic – there was the possibility of losing one’s magical abilities or completely weakening it to the point that it was hardly even there.
She feared that above everything that she has endured by far in the cottage with Snape.
There were the first few days where she felt she was losing her magic and so she resorted into using wandless magic and practicing it inside the bathroom whenever she took a shower or she had the privilege to use the bathroom or any time that there was privacy from Snape or whenever he wasn’t around.
She managed to survive that for weeks and months but recently, she’s notice that even that was fading from her.
Her simple flicking and snapping of her fingers to bring about a shampoo into her hands were emitting very lowly and disappointing results.
She was completely losing her magic.
That couldn’t happen – it could never happen.
What would become of her?
She needed to touch a wand – even just for a moment – even just for the briefest moment.
And that’s what she managed to brilliantly think of a plan to manipulate Snape into allowing her an access to one even under his watch.
Ofcourse he had disagreed on it with all his heart and might.
They had argued about it every now and then but Hermione wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing.
She tried.
She kept trying and trying until she managed to make Snape say yes to her little request.
He told her that he would allow her and would teach her only one Defensive Spell and that was it.
Ofcourse he was reluctant to give in to her request – but she had been very docile and sweet recently that he thought a little reward more than a book would suffice.
And she was more than happy to give into him or whatever he had asked of her in exchange for it.
Hermione was a good businesswoman as she would tell herself.
Snape wasn’t stupid though.
He knew that she was asking this for some reason but he had tried time and again to check what may be for her gain seeing that he was always around and there was absolutely no need for her to learn such spells.
Bu there was nothing wrong in his opinion.
So he agreed.
He agreed to teach her a simple spell or two on Defensive Spells that wasn’t taught at Hogwarts.
After all, what was a little favor to be given to her if it would mean that she would trust him further and would slowly forget all other things that she usually had a tantrum with or argued him about?
But all those plans and good mood went flying out of the window when they argued two nights ago that resulted her to spoiling a fully brewed potion for Narcissa that took him twelve hours to prepare and brew.
Ofcourse Hermione thought that he was angry because of the potion that she accidently knocked over and destroyed but what she didn’t know was that it wasn’t that way.
He was angered by the fact that he had worked so hard for hours to create the potion for Narcissa who was in desperate need of it.
For some reason, she had been getting terribly sick and it worried him a lot.
He decided to create several potions for her in order to gain her strength and help the two of them understand exactly what was happening with her so he could find the right potion to brew for her.
She had sent him an emergency message in form of her Patronus that she had been having nosebleed episodes for the past consecutive days and her magic had been very off and wary.
Snape panicked.
He quickly brewed a handful of potions to bring to her and one of the most important one was the one that Hermione accidentally knocked over in his laboratory.
Hermione apologized, explained and cried and repeatedly told him that she was very sorry and it was an accident.
Ofcourse his impatience and anger got the better of him.
He yelled at her and locked her out of the laboratory and told her that their little deal was off.
Hermione cried and begged outside the door for hours but he ignored her.
He completely ignored her for hours to the point that he has forgotten that she hasn’t eaten yet.
It was dinner time already when he remembered that fact.
He had been overcome by his emotions and her worry of Narcissa’s conditions that he admitted to himself that he might have overreacted on what happened.
He must admit it to himself that it was indeed and accident but he was too pressured already and in total panic that he couldn’t immediately find a cure or first-aid remedy for Narcissa when she was in desperate need of it.
His frustration and exhaustion in the situation rose his temperament and thus, Hermione was the one who received the blow of it.
“Come in.” Snape said flicking his wand and opening the door.
It was nearly nine in the evening and he had just arrived.
He was unpacking his things.
The good thing about his trip was that Narcissa was feeling better.
He had given her the rest of the bottles that were left and explained to him that he would need to see her again in three days in another motel where he would be able to brew the potion that he didn’t manage to bring her.
Narcissa was ofcourse as ever patient with him.
She gave him an amount to use for the potion for her and even if he was reluctant to take it, he did accept it.
It was another to make potions for her and another to have enough emergency savings for the two of them at the cottage.
Hermione entered carrying with her a tray of sliced loaves, some creamcheese with tomatoes and parsley and bits of canned tuna she found in their storage.
Snape could smell the food the moment she entered but he didn’t say anything.
He let her enter and heard her settle the tray at the other end of the room.
“I know you told me that I’m not supposed to go around the house and just touch things and all but I thought that you might be hungry since you haven’t eaten today.”
Snape didn’t say anything and Hermione stood before his desk unknowing if she should leave or not.
She was apologetic already – very apologetic indeed.
She was trying so hard, so very hard to win his attention and forgiveness again.
She couldn’t lose the chance of holding a wand after all these months that has passed.
She was willing to do just about whatever it takes to be able to hold a wand again even just for the briefest of moment just so she would not lose her magic.
She needed the little most contact with a wand for a chance to ignite the powers in her that was slowly dying.
“Severus?” Hermione called out to him.
He continued cataloguing something over his desk that he purposely ignored her.
“Severus-“
“I’m not hungry.” Snape simply said. “You can bring that tray away as it is making unwanted smell in this room.”
Hermione’s eyebrow creased but she didn’t say anything.
She had placed more than enough effort for him and yet he was acting this way towards her.
But she wasn’t about to give up on that chance of touching a wand.
Not a chance in the world.
“Please talk to me.” Hermione quietly said walking nearer his desk.
“We have nothing to talk about.” Snape said. “I suggest you leave.”
“You can’t dismiss me just like this.” Hermione said raising her voice slightly.
Snape momentarily stared up at her as if daring her to yell at him again.
He didn’t say anything as he looked back towards his desk again.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said breathing heavily and trying to gain control again. “Please talk to me.”
“I believe there is nothing to talk about.”
“I’m trying to apologize to you for what I’ve done in the lab.” Hermione desperately said. “I’m really sorry. It was an accident and-“
“I told you that you can’t just go in there, did I not?” Snape asked her. “Have you not learned your lesson?”
“I have!” Hermione pleaded at him. “I have – please, forgive me – I’m really sorry – it was an accident and I wouldn’t go near or in the laboratory again without your permission-“
“We both know that already be the case in the first place.”
Hermione bit her lower lip not knowing what to say anymore.
He was dismissing her like she didn’t matter.
He was simply dismissing her when he did not want her nor had any use of her nor had anything he wanted from her.
“Please, I’m really sorry.” Hermione said. “I’m really, really sorry-“
“You’ve already been forgiven.” Snape simply said filing a couple of parchments inside his drawer.
“But Severus-“
“I’m busy right now. I can’t deal with you right now.” Snape simply said.
“You can’t deal with me right now?” Hermione repeated disbelievingly. “But – but you said-“
“I said a lot of things and I intend to always keep my word, Hermione.” Snape said. “But you – you keep on doing things that I told you not to do despite you giving your word-“
“It was an accident! I was just – it was – I got-“
“Got over excited?” Snape said. “Overexcited over things? You see, that’s the very reason why I put rules in this place.” Snape said. “Because when you get too emotional and overexcited you tend to forget your place – you tend to forget the rules and where exactly does that usually lead you and end you?”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She was tearful already.
For everything that she has done, she had to pay for it.
He had a point – she always ended up in trouble and he always has to be the one to clean all the mess she’d leave behind.
“Tell me, what were you looking for in the lab?” he demanded with his eyes glinting.
“I wasn’t looking for anything.” Hermione answered. “I wasn’t looking for anything-“
“You were there for a reason. You were obviously looking for something. And now you have the gut to lie to me about it after the damage you’ve done-“
“Severus, please!” Hermione cried walking to the other side of the desk and clinging at the end of his black robes.
She went down on her knees, clutching the ends of his robes very tightly as she cried.
“Please.. please, I’m sorry.. Severus, please I’m really sorry – please forgive me-“
“I already told you that you have been forgiven.” Snape spat looking down at her. “Have you not noticed that you have not even been punished for it?” he asked her.
Hermione shook her head.
Ofcourse she was being punished for this.
But she had to sound grateful to get what she wanted.
“Yes, I know please but –“
“But you want more?” Snape asked her. “You always want more, don’t you?” he asked her.
Hermione looked up at him with her eyes filled with tears.
Ofcourse she couldn’t just admit that.
It would lead him to conclude that she was only apologizing to get something she wanted.
“Severus-“
“If you think that your apology would change my mind into giving in to your little request then you’re wrong. You must learn your lesson.”
Snape tried to move away from her but Hermione clung tightly and continued to cry.
“Please, Severus.. please..” she cried at him. “Please, there must be something to change your mind-“
“I’m not gullible and I’m not someone who you can just persuade. If you think in your school days you can just persuade people into doing things because you’re going to help them with their assignment-“
“I’m not like that-“ Hermione cried kneeling and crawling around the floor as he stood from his chair and walked around at the other side of the desk.
Snape closed his eyes and tried to block out the sound of her cries.
But he knew that he couldn’t.
It was a sheer pure accident and she was right about it.
But he was angry that she was in his laboratory not just of the accident that caused her to destroy the potion for Narcissa but the simple reason that she was there for something.
She was obviously looking for something in there that led him to conclude that she was still scheming against him for something.
She still wanted to leave.
“I’m not like Potter.” Snape angrily spat down at her. “I’m not like him who would teach you how to manipulate people to get what you want-“
“It’s not like that – Severus, please – and Harry’s not like that-“
It angered him even more but Hermione was too preoccupied at the present situation to realize it.
“Get your hands off me!” Snape angrily said picking her up from the floor and handling her wrists tightly.
He dragged her from the floor and painfully led her to the door.
“Get out – “ he angrily said. “Get out – out! There’s nothing to talk about! There’s nothing to chance my mind in my decision-“
“I’ll do anything!” Hermione cried struggling against him as she went back over her knees.
She clung tightly around his legs for dear life.
“Hermione-“ Snape began getting really irritated now at her consistent defiance to get what she wanted.
“Please – please, I’ll do anything – anything-“ she cried at him. “There must be something that can change your mind – please, Severus – anything-“
“I’ve made up my mind.” Snape simply said. “Get out of this room now or you would receive severe consequences.”
“Please..” Hermione pleaded still ignoring his warnings and threats. “Severus.. please.. my magic is starting to fade.. I can’t.. I can’t do magic anymore.. please.. I need to touch a wand..” Hermione cried.
Snape stared down at her.
He finally understood why she was so desperate in getting him to agree into that deal.
She needed to touch a wand because her magic was dying away due to the longest time that she wasn’t in contact with her wand or anything that physically needed or demanded her to use magic.
Her magic was obviously dying away.
He didn’t know what to do at that very moment.
Ofcourse he didn’t want her to lose her magic because it was her essence – a part of her – a part of the Hermione Granger that he always admired.
But he also couldn’t let her have an access to a wand for two reasons; one being that she could begin having ideas and use it against him and secondly, it would give her the idea that any time she begged and cried for something he would give in just because she begged.
He suddenly wasn’t sure what to do.
He couldn’t decide at that very moment but he didn’t want to give her hope or any promise because he didn’t want her with a wand in the first place.
“Please.” Hermione begged by his feet. “Severus.. please.. don’t let my magic die.. I’ll do anything.. anything you ask of me..”
Snape stared at her for a long time before coming into a short decision for the mean time.
“I have things to finish, Hermione.” Snape said bending forward and picking her up from her crawled up form on the floor. “Go to bed and I will follow later.”
“Do you forgive me?” she asked slowly looking up at him.
Snape gently ran his fingers along the messy hair that was all over her face and the tears that were all over her face as well.
He gently drew the hair and tears away with his long fingers while Hermione stared expectantly at him.
His actions were very gentle and it gave Hermione hope that she was being forgiven and that she could touch a wand.
“Severus.. please..”
“Go to bed.” Snape simply told her. “I don’t want to hear you cry. I want to finish my work tonight and then we will talk.”
Hermione looked at him for a moment.
There were no promises there but there was the tone of his voice that told her that there may be hope.
Without warning, she quickly placed her arms around him and jumped into his arms.
Snape was too surprised, too taken aback to do anything as she clung tightly over him and cried harder.
“Please, please.. please think about it.. “ she murmured in his chest, breathing heavily and stuttering through her tears. “
“Severus, I’m sorry.” Hermione continued to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.. I wouldn’t do it again.. just please.. please allow me to touch a wand.. please.. I can’t lose my magic. I’ll do anything.. anything you want. Please don’t let me lose it.. please don’t let my magic die away..”

The door opened and slammed shut with a bang.
Harry and Ginny looked up from the couch in the witness’ waiting room.
“What were you thinking?!” Hermione demanded striding inside the room with Lupin next to her.
The trial had ended ceremoniously and Hermione viciously excited it with Lupin at her wake.
She immediately met with Draco outside who told her that they would talk the following day because he needed to tend to Snape and the Ministry officials who were placing him in a different cell place due to the decision that has been made.
He had twelve days in his hands to await what would become of his fate.
The jury and the Wizengamot was going to give the case 12 days of rest.
It was usually given in the midst of a case when either party was going to present some important document that needed time to wait, some witness from either side that would take time to arrive from another country to attend the hearings or some other reason where the cases needed an emergency time suspension due to the great need of either one of the sides.
It wasn’t allowed to be used at the last trial just when the court was about to give its decision.
But it was Harry Potter who requested for it and everyone voted to allow him a grant upon his request.
The trial that day was dismissed and would commence with the same verdict after twelve days.
Hermione and Draco could only stare at one another after the decision has been made and chaos broke further.
Draco and his assistant and some of the guards tended to bringing Snape out of the court in the middle of the chaos while Harry had quickly disappeared from the crowd.
Hermione and Lupin quickly went back to their waiting room in hopes of finding Harry there and they weren’t disappointed when they found him with Ginny in the room talking.
“Oh, they you are.” Harry said with a smile as he greeted her. “Come, I’ve made some reservations.”
Harry took her hand to his but Hermione angrily pulled her hand away and shoved his away from her.
Harry’s eyes glinted but he tried to continue with the façade of a smile he was showing them.
Lupin was there by Hermione’s side and he didn’t like the idea of that.
“What were you thinking?” Hermione repeated. “We had a deal Harry – I’m going to marry you and you’re going to make sure that he isn’t sent to the Dementors-“
“Was he sent to the Dementors?” Harry quietly asked her. “Did you hear them giving the verdict?”
He was so calm that it angered Hermione further.
“That’s not the plan- that wasn’t the deal-“
“Who says so?” Harry asked her in an innocent tone. “The deal was you’re going to marry me and that I would make sure he evades the Dementors. I ask you, was he given the verdict on that?”
Hermione raised her hand in anger to hit him but Harry was quicker as if he was expecting it.
He raised her arm and painfully caught her arm to the point that Hermione’s face was turning red in pain.
Lupin and Ginny quickly reached for them but his free hand had quickly drawn out his wand and pointed it at the two of them.
“Harry, please.” Lupin said alarmed by Harry’s actions.
His hand slowly made contact to his pocket for his wand but Harry pointed it directly towards Hermione’s face.
“I would not do that.” Harry said quietly. “I really wouldn’t do that. Hands away from your wand, if you please, professor Lupin.”
Lupin stared at him with a defeated expression and raised both his hands up in the air.
Harry smiled and turned to Ginny and gestured her to do the same.
Ginny looked hurt and perplexed but she did as he asked her to.
“Now if you please.” Harry calmly said with the same smile as his other hand pierced Hermione’s arm. “I will just take Hermione to the restaurant I had reservations.”
“Harry-“
“You’re free to join us for dinner later. I had made another reservation – for twelve actually – incase the Weasleys would like to come.”
Hermione struggled against his grip but he was pinning her painfully that she could barely move.
“Harry, don’t hurt Hermione.” Lupin said as he slowly dragged Hermione out of the room backing away step by step from the two of them.
“I’m not going to hurt her.” Harry said with a hurtful look over his face. “I’m going to take my fiancé out to some tea. Right?” he asked turning to Hermione who was still struggling against him.
“Hermione?” Harry gently asked back.
“Go to hell Harry!” Hermione angrily yelled at him.
Harry ignored her and with his control of the situation, he managed to reach for her and kiss her on the cheek.
Hermione looked stricken and he only smiled at her.
“If I’m going, sweetheart – I’m going to have to drag you with me. Now come on.” Harry said pulling to the door.
“Harry – my arm-“ Hermione cried strangling herself away from him.
“Now, we’re going to get out of here and I’m going to let your hand go. One wrong move Hermione and everything about the deal is off-“
“Harry, please stop hurting Hermione-“ Lupin said walking forward them with Ginny. “Please stop hurting-“
“Shut up, professor!” Harry mocked pointing his wand at him.
Nobody moved because a spark had already emitted from its tip.
“Harry, don’t hurt them.” Hermione said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you hurt them-“
“Then we’re going out, yes?” he asked her hopefully.
There was that scary smile over his face again.
One that was too friendly to look at that was at the point of being creepy.
Hermione nodded at him.
“The moment we are out there in the public, people would be swarming especially those from the Daily Prophet and all you would do is smile for the pictures and tell them that we’re about to have lunch and have wedding preparations to attend to-“
“They’re not thick Harry-“
“No.” Harry said. “But you’re going to tell them the same thing anyway. And if they ask what has happened or what I’ve done simply tell them that you don’t want to talk about it and that I’m going to be the one to answer on it. Do I make myself clear?” he asked her as he pushed her against the wall.
Hermione stared up at him with pure hatred in her eyes.
“I was wrong when I thought you could be saved, Harry.” Hermione spat at him.
Harry only laughed at her but he looked murderous.
“I wasn’t asking you to save me.” Harry said reaching for the door and grabbing her by the arm again. “That’s my job and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“You’re not saving anyone.” Hermione angrily said. “You’re only thinking of yourself-“
“Shut up, Hermione.” Harry said angrily grabbing her by the nape of her clothes. “Now, smile for the world or you’re going to sorely regret it. Or rather, Snape will.”
Hermione gasped as he opened the door of the room and painfully pushed her out of the room by the neck.

“Mother?” Draco asked entering their vast library.
Narcissa stood at the midst of the room staring around the vast high-ceiling shelves of books in their library.
Draco was in his dark pair of pajamas as he entered the library.
It was two in the morning and he couldn’t sleep.
It may not have been a known habit of Draco Malfoy, but he tended to read a book or two whenever he was bothered by something or he couldn’t sleep.
Tonight was both as he tossed and turned for hours in his bed only to find himself nowhere near getting the sleep he desperately wanted.
He decided a visit at their library and in great surprise to find Narcissa there.
She was still in the clothes she wore that afternoon from wherever it was she came from.
He wasn’t sure where she had been, but the elves who took her shoes and coat told him that her boots were littered with mud and sand and the smell of her coat smelled like dry salt.
Draco demanded to see the boots but it had already been washed but he managed to ask for her coat and it smelled a lot like the sea.
It looked as if she had come from some sort of island or seashore.
Ofcourse he attempted to question her only to receive an answer that he didn’t like.
He didn’t like the idea as well that she was no longer sharing things with him and was dismissing him like he didn’t matter to her.
“Do you want tea?” she asked walking to her desk and taking her eyes off for the first time from her vast collections of books.
“Tea?” Draco repeated.
“It will help you sleep if you couldn’t.” Narcissa said settling herself behind her desk.
Draco walked to her desk and sat before her.
“I was just finishing a couple of work that needed my signature.” Narcissa said nodding towards a bunch of parchments over her table.
Lucius was the one who tended to all of these and the one who slept very late each night finishing transactions.
He may have been a Death Eater and a bastard to be a father and husband but one thing he was very good at was being a very responsible and effective businessman.
After all, the growth of the Black and Malfoy businesses wouldn’t have flourished that well without him.
At the young age for which he married Narcissa, they had already reached the first stages of a billionaire’s worth.
Draco only nodded at her and began to unconsciously reach things around her desk.
Narcissa ignored her and continued to sign a couple of things over the pile of parchments.
Draco’s mind was tired but he still couldn’t sleep.
He tinkered with her quill, touched the old and magical lamp over her desk, toyed with some of the books over the table and reached for an empty box.
His eyebrows creased upon seeing the familiar box.
He reached for it and stared at it.
It was the box of the Christmas gift he had given her before.
“Where’s the journal?” he asked her staring at the empty box.
Narcissa looked up at him and stare at the empty box in his hand.
“What journal?” she slowly asked returning her gaze to her work.
“The one that was inside this.” Draco pointed out staring at the linings of the box. “I gave you this gift if you don’t remember.”
“I remember.” Narcissa said.
Without warning, she reached forward and snatched the empty box away from Draco’s hands.
Draco stared up at her, bewildered at her actions as she magically kept it then inside her drawer with a lock.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her. “What did you have to do that?”
“Do what?” Narcissa asked him back.
“That.” Draco pointed nodding towards her drawer. “I asked you where the journal is.”
Narcissa’s eyes flashed in anger.
She folded her arms over her table and stared up at Draco.
“Do I have to account to you everything I do?” Narcissa asked. “Couldn’t it just be that I cleared things today and I have left that box lying around?”
“Lying around?” Draco repeated. “Lying around or maybe you mean you’re lying to me again?”
“I have no time for this, Draco.” Narcissa simply said waving her hand towards the door. “You’re free to leave if you would like to.”
Draco’s fists clenched at the way she dismissed him again.
“I only asked where is the journal I’ve given you. I’ve never seen you use it.”
“Do you want it back?” Narcissa asked coldly. “Do you want me to give it back to you, Draco?”
Draco didn’t say anything.
He hated it whenever she rejected him on anything let alone, give him back something he had given her.
“No.” Draco answered. “I was just curious where it is because I’ve never seen you use it and now the box is around and I was just wondering.”
“I was just about to throw the box away.” Narcissa said going back to her work. “I’ve seen it earlier when I was looking for something.”
“So where is the journal?” Draco asked her unable to stop himself.
Narcissa looked up at him with anger in her eyes.
“By all means Draco.” Narcissa said sitting back in her mahogany chair. “Do your best to turn this library upside down and look for it if you’re so desperate to take it back.”
“I’m not about to take it back!” Draco argued with her. “I’m never going to take back anything I’ve given you mother. I’m not like that-“
“I don’t have time for this, Draco.” Narcissa said standing up from the desk. “I’m too tired to deal with you right now. I’m going to sleep.”
Draco watched as Narcissa pointed her wand towards the parchments and they slowly organized themselves into another spot in the library.
Draco stared without a word as she walked out of the library without turning back to him.
The double doors closed with a bang behind her and Draco was left in the library staring by the drawer that she had magically locked to keep its contents out of anyone’s reach.

Hermione was curled up into a ball in their bed.
The hours had ticked by the rain spattered loudly against the windows and the roof of the cottage.
The fireplace was lit in their living room to emit a warm condition for the rest of the cottage.
She barely had any sleep.
She had tossed and turned on the bed and knew that Snape was still mad at her for what has happened in the laboratory and the potion.
He told her that he was going to follow her upstairs and sleep soon enough.
But it was already somewhere two in the morning and he still hasn’t come up to their room yet.
She was sure that he was still angry and she couldn’t even cry out loud about it because he told her that he was going to work on something and he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Hermione could only cry so hard under the sheets biting off on the end of her pillow in her pain and sorrow.
She was groggy and somewhere in the middle of a nightmare when she felt Snape enter the room.
She could hear movements but she was too exhausted and too confused in her semi-sleep and semi-nightmare that she wasn’t sure if Snape was already in the room.
She felt the room grow warmer and a flicker of light from the fireplace told her that he was indeed in the room.
She moved over the bed and tried to see him through the darkened view of the room.
She could smell fresh shampoo and knew that it wasn’t a dream awhile ago when she heard the water streaming from the bathroom.
“Severus?” Hermione said slowly waking up and moving across the bed.
“Ssh. Don’t get up.” Snape whispered as he gently moved at the edge of the bed.
Hermione’s nose crinkled.
He might smell of fresh shampoo and shower but she could still smell the strong smell of whiskey.
He was drunk again.
She force her all her senses to stay up and alert given this fact she had just learned.
Nothing ever comes out good whenever he was drunk.
“Are you alright?” she asked him and he slowly reached for the blankets. “Have you eaten?”
He only murmured as he gently moved under the sheets next to her and he began pulling it gently off her.
Hermione moved around the bed to give him space but he reached for her and began kissing her.
She closed her eyes and prayed that this was her chance to redeem herself.
She didn’t want to do it but she wasn’t going to give up on that chance with the wand.
“Are you still mad?” she slowly asked him as he moved forward her and started to press small kisses over the side of her arm.
“Hmm.. I don’t know.” Snape answered her as his fingers tinkered with the thin lace of her sleeping gown.
Hermione breathed heavily and moved to his will and let him take her clothes off.
“Please don’t get mad.” Hermione whispered as he laid her back down on the bed with his mouth pressing kisses everywhere it could reach. “Severus, I’m sorry.”
He continued to ignore her as he continued to kiss her.
He continued to kiss her and Hermione could only move at whichever direction he wanted her body to move about.
“I’m not mad.” Snape softly whispered then. “I’m just disappointed that you keep defying me like you don’t trust me.”
“No, no – it’s not like that – ofcourse I trust you-“
“Do you?” Snape asked her as he halted from kissing her. “Do you trust me, Hermione?”
Hermione slowly sat up on the bed and stared up at him and nodded.
She reached for him to start unbuttoning his crisp shirt as he let her do so.
His black eyes observed her carefully and Hermione tried her best to avoid that gaze that may be reading her thoughts.
“I trust you.” Hermione quietly said. “You’re the only one I have.”
“Tell me, do you still want our deal?” he asked her slowly.
Hermione’s eyes quickly lit up and her mind was suddenly clear of everything she had been morose of the whole night.
“Yes.” Hermione quickly answered moving herself closer to him. “Yes, ofcourse – I’m – I still want to - please, let me – let me touch a wand – even just for the briefest moment – I just – please don’t let my magic die away.”
Her tone was so frustrate and desperate that Snape could tell that she was more than willing to comply and do anything he would ask of.
“Is there anything you want?” Hermione slowly asked knowing the answer already. “Anything you need me to do?”
Snape stared at her, touching the side of her face with his fingers.
Hermione closed her eyes and let him, letting him touch her in places he wanted and letting him access to her body was the only thing she could ever offer him.
She didn’t have anything but herself to offer him.
“I’m not sure.” Snape slowly replied with subtle look in his eyes. “I’m really not sure if there’s anything..”
“There must be something you want?” Hermione asked him and her tone was that of worry.
“Hermione..”
“No, Severus… please..” Hermione said touching both his cheeks with her hands and nuzzling her nose to his face. “Please.. there must be something.. anything.. that you would want.”
“There’s something.” Snape slowly said reaching for her hands over his face. “Something.. but I’m not sure you would want it.. or would want to do it.”
Hermione’s eyes quickly turned up to him and she stared at him in question.
“Do?” she asked slightly confused. “I’d do anything-“
“I’m thinking you wouldn’t do it because you already denied it of me.” Snape slowly told her moving away from her.
Hermione quickly reached for him – she was not about to lose his interest.
“Wait, no – what is it – tell me – please, Severus-“
“I’m not going to waste my time if you wouldn’t do it-“
“Just tell me.” Hermione begged him moving her mouth to his. “Please Severus, tell me what it is..”
“I asked you the other day..” Snape slowly said reaching back down to her. “About something I’d like to do with you.. something I’d like to try but you said that you didn’t like it..”
Hermione was confused for a moment until she felt that his hands had slowly come around her body and gently rested at the cheeks of her bum.
He gently pressed and caressed them as he stared down at her.
“Do you remember?” he slowly asked her.
Hermione tried to shake her brain to remember what it was that he wanted for which she denied of him.
It was the price he would want if they would to continue their deal.
Hermione stared, thinking very hard for what it could be as Snape continued to gently caress her behind.
It took her a moment to remember and when she did, her eyes widened up at him.
He gave her a curt nod in an understanding.
“But-“ Hermione said fear quickly crippling her whole body. “But I – you said – you said you wouldn’t force me to do it-“
“I’m not forcing you to do anything.” Snape said quickly letting her behind go. “Since when did I ever force you to do anything, Hermione?”
His voice was laced with coldness that Hermione didn’t like.
No, she was not about to allow him to do that to her and yet she couldn’t allow to miss the chance to have a go with the wand.
“Severus-“
“I’m not going to waste my time, Hermione.” Snape told her moving away from her on the bed. “You’re already forgiven as we’ve discussed this evening. I just wanted to offer you this because you said you were willing to absolutely anything to get our deal back.”
Hermione stared as he slowly turned from her and began reaching back for his shirt.
She kept biting her lower lip as she contemplated and calculated the situation.
Either way, she was at the losing end and she wasn’t about to lose her magic just because she didn’t want to do something that he asked of her.
She had given him so much already – too much sometimes in her opinion – why was she backing away now?
No, she wasn’t about to lose that chance.
Snape was already dressing himself back again when he felt her hands settle around his waist.
She embraced him from behind and began kissing him around the neck.
“Will it hurt?” Hermione asked with obvious worry in her voice. “Will it hurt, Severus?”
She settled her hands back around his shirt and began unbuttoning the first few ones he already closed.
Snape sighed and let her unbutton and undress him again while she kissed him.
“It will hurt a little.” Snape honestly answered her after a moment. “But don’t you trust me when I tell you that I wouldn’t do anything that will completely hurt you?” he asked her.
Hermione looked up at him with obvious worry in her face.
There was evident fear in her eyes at what he wanted to do and she wasn’t even sure she was ready for it.
But she wasn’t going to lose this chance.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t want it, nobody is forcing you.” Snape softly whispered kissing the back of her hand. “You can go back to sleep-“
“No –“ Hermione said placing her hand around him. “No – I’ll – I’ll do it-“ she stammered.
Snape looked up at her and could tell that she didn’t want to do it and she was scared.
Hermione was dead scared to do it.
“No Hermione, we’re not going to do something you’re uncomfortable with – we already talked about that-“
“No, it’s alright- “ Hermione said taking his hand and placing it around her naked waist area. “I mean – if you said that it’s not going to really hurt – that you’ll control yourself-“
“Ofcourse I’ll control myself.” Snape answered her. “Since when did I ever lose control of myself around you?”
Every time you were drunk, Hermione thought miserably.
She shook her head at him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her and he gently reached for her behind again.
“If you say that it’s not going to hurt much and you’re going to be careful-“
“I’ll be gentle.” Snape promised her. “But I want to know that you want me to do it and that you trust me when I do it because that’s the first time you’re going to endure it.”
Hermione nodded at him.
“I t-trust you.” Hermione stammered as he gently moved her body back on the bed. “I trust you, Severus-“
“Are you sure you don’t feel forced to do this?” Snape slowly asked her but he was already moving the pillows around them to place her in position.
Hermione bit her lower lip.
“No.” Hermione quietly answered. “No, I don’t feel forced – I want – I want to do it with you.”
Snape stared at her and saw the fear flicking back and forth in her eyes in her uncertainty.
“I won’t let you feel much pain.” Snape assured her touching her around the area again. “I wouldn’t cum inside you if you don’t want me to cum in there.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She was already tearful and her heart was beating very fast.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Hermione begged him. “I heard stories before – the girls were talking about it and – and they said it hurts-“
“They are girls, Hermione.” Snape pointed out matter-of-factly. “They might have been doing it with the wrong choice of people or what I call ‘boys’.”
Hermione didn’t say anything.
She was still looking scared to death.
But she didn’t have a choice.
She was going to stand up and live up the title of a Gryffindor.
“I’ll – I’ll do it but please promise that – that it’s not going to hurt – that you’re not going to hurt –“
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked her again. “Look at me and tell me that you trust me.”
Hermione’s tears already fell in place.
“I trust y-you.” Hermione sobbed uncontrollably. “I trust you when – when you ask me if I – I trust you.”
“Sweetheart-“
“You’re the only one I have.” Hermione cried at him. “I trust you.. please .. please just do it now.”
Snape stared at her with observant black eyes.
He slowly nodded at her and Hermione closer her eyes and slowly turned from him.
She tried to control her tears to keep herself from shaking and making unwanted sounds and movements as Snape resumed into kissing her as he placed her in position.
He quietly put pillows atop one another and asked Hermione to lay over it on her stomach.
Hermione’s breathing was so loud and labored that Snape had to take a moment or two every now and then to calm her down.
He kissed her gently over the spine, her shoulder blades and kept whispering words of comfort as he moved her into place.
She was laid over her stomach on the pillows that aligned her to his will so that her behind was exposed to him.
He gently touched her there, letting his hands pressed back and forth around so that she could have the feel of her skin there being pressed and stretched around.
She was still sobbing but she was trying her best to control herself so he could keep her in place.
“Breath through your mouth.” Snape whispered as he moved behind her and ready to begin what he had been dying to do for months now.
He had asked her time and again if he could take her from behind but she had always denied him and always cried whenever they were about to do it when he had a way of making her do it.
It always faltered and failed.
But tonight, he was finally going to get through with it.
She told him that she has never been taken there and Snape knew that to be true.
He closed his eyes as he position himself at the entrance.
He was so excited that even before he could push himself through her, he was already very hard and leaking at the very tip of his member.
Hermione breathed heavily, clutching the sheets tightly and biting the pillow as she closed her eyes very tight and waited for Snape to begin.
Her sobs were overthrown by the sounds of groan and moan that escape Snape’s lips as he slowly entered her, giving in to the sensation with so much control that he could feel himself crashing inside her the moment he lose his senses and control at the feeling of himself getting inside her very tight entrance which has never been explored nor touched by anyone else before.
“I need my magic back.” Hermione thought to herself again and again as she felt Snape slowly enter her. “I need my magic back.. I need it back.. I need to get back to Harry.. I need to get back to Harry..”
In places he’s caressed, kissed and fucked her, there was always the stigma of her innocence, reluctance and inexperienced movements and reaction.
He was her first in everything.
And he reveled in the thought of that.
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