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Conquest is Easy. Control is not. By Florence Weasley Snape

Chapter 5:

He knew it had
all been a dream as soon as he opened his eyes in shock. But that, he thought
angrily, didn�t make it any better; his head ached and his beady black eyes were
painfully burning even though there was little light in the room. And, of
course, there was the dream- or rather the memory of the dream- which was, by
far, the worst of the three. Surely, and he had to be honest because, really,
there is no point in beating around the bush when you are talking to yourself
after a terrible nightmare, he knew normal wizards would hardly consider his
recent dream as some sort of medieval torture but he wasn�t a normal wizard
and- he shook his head in disgust- he definitely did.

�What a
wonderful way to start the day,� he whispered sarcastically as he massaged his
temples slightly with his index fingers. He took several deep breaths before
sitting up in his bed. His head and back were now resting softly on the cool
dungeon wall which was definitely an improvement from the hot sheets which he
seemed to have been wrestling with all night long, judging by the mess he had
made.�

He didn�t want
to go through the dream in his head again but, as one often does when woken suddenly, his mind lazily went back to where it all had
started as if trying to make sense of some kind of incomplete puzzle.
Surprisingly, he remembered very little of a dream that had terrified him so
much.

What he did
recall, though, was rocking a child in his arms who magnificently resembled
himself as a newborn. He remembered being happy and pleased for making the
child fall asleep in his arms and feeling a wonderful sensation he couldn�t
quite describe in his heart- warmth?��
when he placed the baby in a crib he recognized as his own. But then the
baby had started crying and no matter how much he had tried, he had been
incapable of making him stop. As he had rocked the sobbing toddler in his arms
for the second time, he had sensed a sharp sting in his heart that grew
stronger as the child�s bawls grew louder. It was like nothing he had felt
before and it didn�t make him scream in pain but rather weep silently in
resignation and impotence.

And then, he
had woken up sweaty and nearly suffocated by his own sheets.

Unquestionably,
he thought bitterly, normal nightmares had to involve the Dark Lord casting
Unforgivables at some point and not a crying child, right? That was the kind of
dream that would wake up Arthur Weasley from a good night�s sleep not Severus
Snape. No, worse, a sobbing child was the kind of nightmare Molly Weasley, and
Molly Weasley alone could have because even though he was certain that Arthur
Weasley was insane, he seemed like the kind of man who knew when to shrug off a
meaningless dream. No. It wasn�t an Arthur Weasley but a Molly Weasley kind of
bad dream and the thought of sharing something of such a personal nature with
that matron made him shudder. He was many things but certainly none of them had
anything to do with Molly Weasley.

Severus kept
massaging his temples, frowning. The dream had been scary enough but the
anxiety he had felt when he opened his eyes had been even scarier. The more he
thought about it, the more confused he was. What could possibly be so
frightening about a crying baby anyway? He wasn�t sure, but he knew that
somehow it was related to what he had felt that morning before she had entered his life.

He shook his
head angrily. He was going insane. Hermione Granger�s initiative had obviously
taken him by surprise and as a result his dreams had been a little bizarre, but
nothing more. After all, it was just a dream. And, surely, dreams were nothing
to worry about.

As he stood up
from his bed determined to take a shower, he decided to erase from his mind all
further thoughts on the subject. His neck was stiff anyway and he could use
with the hot water.

He walked to
the bathroom, opened the door, then closed it behind him slightly- he didn�t
want to wake her- and was shocked to see his own reflection in the mirror. What
was so shocking about seeing his naked body in the mirror before his morning
shower? He had woken up to this image for as long as he could remember but
never before had he felt such a strong pain in his heart. Grabbing the skin
where his heart was, he pressed his cheek against the mirror and examined his
features slightly. He was old and he hated it. His little affair with Hermione
Granger had done him no good. It had just prolonged the inevitable conclusion:
he was damaged goods. He would probably never be able to father a child or rock
him to sleep or feel the inevitable pain that comes with the impotence of
seeing your child in distress. He had never been a sensitive man but if he had
to be honest with himself- if only this one time- he had known perfectly well
what that dream had meant but had been too terrified to come to terms with
himself.

Looking into
his eyes- puffy still- he decided it was of no use thinking about it now and
stepped into the shower where the hot water massaged his skin and cleared his
head of all troubles.

***

Hermione
Granger had to face facts and accept that ever since she had begun her
apprenticeship to Professor Snape there hadn�t been many things to look forward
to. And she wasn�t just having bitter thoughts, it was simply the truth. So
when Professor Dumbledore gave her written permission for a certain part of the
Hogwarts library, she smiled confidently knowing perfectly well that now her
days would change entirely. She had a place of her own that was nothing like
that tiny and oppressive dungeon bedroom in which she had to spend most of her
free time. Now she could now enjoy the one hour time window she had in the
company of the authors she had longed to read during most of her school life.
Oh, yes, the Restricted Section of the library was just heaven away from the
dungeons- away from him- and
considering the last words she had heard from his mouth, she needed this place
more than she had originally thought.

Hermione loved running
her fingers through the many books she now had access to. She didn�t have any
reasons to feel naughty anymore; she had earned the right to be there and she
couldn�t help but smile at her small conquest.

�The first of
many,� she said happily as she caught sight of Most Potente Potions, the book she and the boys had nicked during
their second year in the hopes of finding who the Heir of Slytherin was. She
sighed. She missed the time when things were simpler and she needn�t worry
about Professor Snape�s breath near her ear because the worst Snape could do
was give her a detention with Filch. She smiled. Second-year Hermione would be
appalled at the idea but she- in her present self- would gladly trade one hour
of scrubbing cauldrons without magic under Filch�s watchful eye to an hour of
mind manipulation and incontrollable arousal from Professor Snape.

Someone was
definitely walking to where she was, but Hermione had no way of knowing this.
So lost was she in the memories of the past that she failed to hear a very
distinctive set of footsteps.

�Miss Granger,�
he said, surprised to run into her by chance, �What on earth are you doing
here? Hogwarts students are forbidden to�� he started to say and then,
realizing all too late that she was no longer a student, he smirked and
proceeded to visually searched for the book he was looking for in the shelves
behind her. The last person he had wanted to meet was Hermione Granger. This
was a very bad day indeed.

�Professor
Dumbledore gave me permission,� she said with triumph, a big grin plastered on
her face. Hermione was so proud of her little achievement and so busy showing
it off to the one person that had never acknowledged her intelligence that she
forgot just for a few seconds what had happened the night before. And then, all
of a sudden, it came back to her and she blushed.

She still
couldn�t believe it. If proof that he had slipped some kind of Lust Potion in
her pumpkin juice were ever needed she was sure that the initiative she had
shown the night before would suffice as evidence in any Ministerial trial. And
yet, she couldn�t help but smile. The potion was surely working wonderfully
because she had ached to touch and taste his cock so much that if he had shown
any kind of interest in fucking her, she would have accepted gladly. But,
surprisingly, he hadn�t, nor was he showing any kind of interest now.

�I see,� he
said, this time running his fingers through the books just as Hermione had done
minutes before. He seemed a little bit nervous which was very out of character,
�I don�t want you to entertain the idea that I am here for your sake. I am just
looking for Most Potente Potions,� he
said, then after a quick pause, he added, �I am sure you have heard of the
title before�,� he said grinning slightly at this.

Hermione was
snapped out of her thoughts by that last remark. Could he know that she had
been the one to brew the polyjuice potion back in her second year? Of course he
did. Surely Dumbledore, who always knew everything, had let it slip somehow.
Still, could he retroactively give her detention? She didn�t think so. She
decided to play dumb anyway.

�Here it is,�
she said, taking the book from the shelves and handing it to him with a shrug,
�Was this the one you needed?�

Severus smiled
faintly. He hadn�t really planned on bumping on her but he had to thank Merlin
for the irony. What could be better than fucking Hermione Granger, famous for
her bookworm inclinations, in the middle of the Restricted Section? He was
almost sure that one was unbeatable.

�I thank you,
Miss Granger,� he said taking the book from her arms.

�It�s nothing,
really, Professor,� she said blushing slightly and looking down at her feet.
�What is wrong with me?,� she thought in panic. But
there was nothing wrong with her. What she had felt the night before was like
nothing she had ever experienced. It had been arousing, sensual and extremely
naughty. It was completely normal to feel strange about having a formal
conversation as Master/Apprentice in the middle the library with Professor
Snape when just hours ago they had masturbated in front of the other. She had
even examined his semen, for crying out loud! That last memory made her blush
even more. She couldn�t be trusted when aroused; she wasn�t herself, really.

�What�s the
matter, Miss Granger?� he asked, caressing her jaw with his index finger, �are
you blushing?�

Severus Snape
felt like himself again. Standing in front of Hermione Granger, last night�s
dream was just that- a dream- and he feared no more. Of course, as he brushed
his finger on her cheek, Severus was not conscious of the fact but he did feel
lighter when touching her skin, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his
shoulders. He could now breathe better. And breathing better- and thinking
better- meant only one thing: Hermione was still fair game and, according to
her flushed face, his plan was working too smoothly to back up now.

�No, Professor
Snape,� she answered quickly, looking up at him with a confidence she did not have,
�Not at all. It�s rather hot in the library, that�s all�

�Is it now?� he
asked putting Most Potente Potions on
the shelf again- he would come for it later-, �Have you been practicing?� he
whispered into her ear, bending forward.

�Yes,� she
answered truthfully. She had. She had gone over some books on the subject of
fellatio that very morning while stirring a potion he had asked her to brew and
she had tried different techniques on his gift earlier after lunch. Still,
Hermione was positive that Severus� penis didn�t taste like plastic at all.

�Very good,� he
said softly, grabbing her waist and pulling her to him. He wasn�t about to kiss
her anytime soon- she had to ask for it- but he wanted to make her shiver in
anticipation, he wanted to see her close her eyes at his breath near her mouth
and then open them shockingly when he failed to deliver the kiss. That was the
kind of man Severus Snape was- cold and manipulative to the bone. He was
enjoying this so!

Hermione closed
her eyes. He was about to kiss her. She could just feel his breath near her
mouth, anticipating the kiss. She really had wanted to know what his dick
tasted like but that had been nothing compared to the anxiety she was feeling
now, centimetres away from his lips.

But he didn�t kiss
her. Instead he put his thumb inside her mouth and he was glad to see her suck
it at once, guided by some kind of sex reflex. It was almost time to harvest
the grains he had been seeding for the last couple of weeks. He knew he was
close; it wouldn�t take long before she begged him to fuck her but timing was
crucial. She was close, but not quite there. He wouldn�t have her there, in the
middle of the Restricted Section, even though the idea appealed to him
immensely. Giving in at the wrong time could be fatal to his plans. He needed
to be in control at all times. He would have her in the library some day, but
not just yet. Of course, and Severus knew this very well, penetration wasn�t
the only fun thing they could do together.

Students
potentially walking in on them were not an issue; Severus knew that pupils
rarely found themselves in the library this early in the year and definitely
none of them would go as far as to wander around the Restricted Section in the
middle of the afternoon. Professors were fair game but the chances of being
discovered were slim and he liked the rush anyway.

�Very good,
indeed,� he said when she timidly placed one finger on his belt, �Show me,� he
ordered.

And she did.
Hermione knelt in the cold stone floor of the library, against rational
thoughts that urged her to do just the opposite, and shyly undid his belt and
unzipped his pants until they were loose around his ankles and she was face to
face with his concealed erection.

�Your underwear
is in the way,� she said seductively but she knew as soon as those words
escaped her lips that her remark had been lame and that he wouldn�t find it
sexy- or adorable- in the least. Sure enough, he muttered something under his
breath in exasperation and guided her hand to his erection. She didn�t
magically remove his grey boxers but, without beating around the bush, took his
erection out and started stroking it gently, though clumsily. She pulled his
foreskin back and caressed the head of his shaft with her index finger first,
looking up at him the whole time: his reactions were the key.

�His penis
isn�t as big now as it was last night,� she thought disappointedly as she
stroked harder. She must really suck at this (metaphorically, at least) and she
felt somewhat disillusioned: it was the first time in her life that she had
been unable to properly applied something learnt in a book on a real life
situation.

Severus looked
down at her and caressed the top of her head softly. He hated those curls. He
smirked. Her techniques were awful. She was pulling too hard and there wasn�t
enough stimulation in the world- not even the kink of, perhaps, getting caught
in the library by Dumbledore himself- that would make up for her lack of
natural lubricant. She also looked somewhat disappointed at the length of his
cock. Surely, a girl- a woman- of such an age must know how a wizard�s body
worked.

�It will grow
bigger in your mouth,� he suddenly said as he removed her hands from his cock,
�Please, refrain from using your hands at first. Lick it,� he ordered. His
voice was silk in her ears and his orders reminded her of the old Professor
Snape, the one that had only given her a hard time during Potions, and she
quite liked that. It appealed to her kinky side, even though until recently she
could have sworn she had none.

She looked at
him and at what he was offering and reached forward to kiss it timidly. With a
tone that took her back to her 6th year Potions classes- and she loved it-, he
said:

"The most
sensitive part is the head and right at the back below the head. I want you to
take it in your mouth and slide along it. Now"

And so she did. She put her lips around his shaft, getting it very wet with her
saliva and then slowly glided down as far as she could go- which, granted,
wasn�t very far, but Severus thought that would definitely improve with time-
and then came back up to the head. Using her tongue and lips, she pushed the
skin off of the head and heard him moan slightly. Somehow the idea of
pleasuring him- of knowing how to pleasure him- felt right. He definitely felt
bigger in her mouth, she reckoned as her tongue circled the head, and that was
certainly an improvement from her previously inept stroking.

He was now moaning louder
and Hermione suddenly realized, though all too late, the risky situation in
which they were in: What would Dumbledore- or Professor McGonagall- say if they
found them engaged in such an obscene act? That line of thinking, however, got
interrupted when his right hand started pulling her head forward with violence.
Hermione felt his dick touch the end of her throat and was immediately inclined
to gag. Severus Snape stopped dead on his tracks. Even though Hermione Granger
gagging on his cock was unquestionably a turn on, it wouldn�t do to scare her
off and ruin everything. He was in control, he had to be.

So, against all
rational thought on the contrary, he stopped and allowed her to breathe.

�I apologize,
Miss Granger,� he said caressing her curls softly. He wanted to make this conversation
as short as possible; his erection was pounding, �Are you hurt?�

�No,� she
whispered softly, one hand on her throat, another one on his knees. It had felt
weird, it had hurt a bit, it had made her nauseous and it had scared her to
choke like that in the middle of fellatio, but she didn�t want to stop. The
adrenaline that had rushed through her veins when his dick had nearly
obstructed her throat and the amount of her saliva that was now covering his
cock made her completely wet.

�Perhaps we
should resume this on a different occasion,� he said formally, very unlike a
man who had his penis out in the middle of the school�s library. He was
disappointed at himself for his own foolishness. He had let himself go. Control
was important and he had lost it. His cock ached and he felt the immediate need
for release but it wouldn�t do to rape her mouth. He had frightened her enough.
He wondered how many steps backwards those insignificant seconds of
unrestrained pleasure would take him. He was an old fool and he was sure of it.
So sure, in fact, that when Hermione Granger started stroking his cock gently
again, slowly licking it up and down- not daring to shove it down her mouth
yet- a look of shock took over his face. A look that was soon replaced by a small
smile; he could now be sure. He was definitely breaking her.�

She couldn't
believe how hard and big he could get because of what she was doing; because of
her. She felt almost proud of her accomplishment. Of course, his directions and
his movements had made it a lot easier, but she felt wonderful nonetheless: she
was still a star pupil. When she took him in her mouth again, she was not at
all surprised that it hardly fitted in her mouth anymore- she had a relatively
small mouth and he had a relatively big dick, so the math was pretty simple.
She was afraid of hurting him with her teeth, so she gave her mouth a break now
and then so as to not get tired.

"Suck on
my balls, now,� he ordered some minutes later, getting bored of her �stroking
and licking� routine. She did exactly as ordered, completely turned on by his
directions. She went down to his sack, licked it and gently sucked the skin
into her mouth. She could feel the hardness of his balls as his cock rested on
her forehead. He moaned deeply as she took one testicle on her mouth, like she
had seen in that book earlier that morning. She felt so naughty. This was the
kind of behaviour one would expect from a whore not from a Potions apprentice!
But she certainly looked like he was enjoying himself. Deciding he had had
enough, she nibbled and kissed up the side of his shaft along one large vein
until she found herself licking the head of his cock again.

That last bit
had taken him over the edge. Looking down at her while she sucked on him, he
couldn�t quite comprehend how a woman could look innocent and completely
perverted at the same time. Deciding that the latter was completely of his
doing, he let himself go and started pounding into her mouth violently. He was
going to climax on her mouth.

Hermione knew
this and wasn�t repelled in the least. In fact, she had been somewhat
disappointed that he hadn�t let her swallow it the night before. Now she would
have her chance.

But Severus
wasn�t completely sure that was a good idea. Controlling himself once again, he
took his glistening dick out of her mouth and started stroking it furiously as
he bend his head backwards.

Hermione
stretched her hand instinctively, but he didn�t take it. Instead, amazed at how
sensual her offer was, he came on her left cheek and on her closed lips panting
furiously and muttering something under his breath that she couldn�t quite
catch.

His cardiac
rhythm was very strong- too strong for a wizard his age, he reckoned- and his
breathing was still irregular when he opened his eyes and found Hermione on her
feet, cleaning his seed off of her face. He pulled his pants up and continued
to stare at her. She didn�t look sickened or upset but, rather curious and
intrigued at the sticky texture of the substance on her palms.

She was
actually wondering whether it would be prudent to let her tongue lick the
remains away from her lips. She wanted to. Most importantly, she knew he wanted
her to. Hermione didn�t know exactly why his wishes during these sexual acts
always seemed more important than hers, but this was hardly the time for
rational thought. Opening her lips slightly, her tongue tasted her left corner
first and then it continued to explore the rest of the mouth until there was
nothing left. He didn�t taste exactly like chocolate frogs, but she hadn�t
expected him to. A very strong sense of accomplishment took over her as she
realized that she, in all of her ignorance, had made Professor Snape cum on her
face. That was definitely worth some points for Gryffindor.

Looking up at
Severus again, she caught him staring blankly at her and something in the
middle of her stomach ached for the first time since she had decided to play
along with this interesting game he had silently proposed. It was a very strong
pain, so much so that she placed a hand on it hoping the contact would make it
go away. But it didn�t. It actually grew stronger as his face grew nearer; was
he actually going to kiss her this time?

Hermione�s
assumption had been correct. Watching her lick a part of him off her lips had
been an incredibly arousing image. So when she looked up at him, like she
usually did when he explained a complicated procedure doing Potions, he
couldn�t quite resist the urge to taste himself on her lips.

Bending
forward, he grabbed her jaw softly and kissed her. And when their lips met,
Hermione understood for the first time that whatever it was they were doing, it
was certainly not a game.

***

A/N: So, what do you guys think of chapter 5? Can you see a plot behind
all the lemons? Because I swear there is one. Please review!! It�ll make my
day.

�

Melissa, Beth
and Leigh ought to be thanked for making this chapter worth a read. *takes a
bow*

See you next
week!
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