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Many Lessons to be Learned	By : Shay89 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 36507 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Tell Him

(HG POV)

            I literally ran all the way back to the Head dorms. By pure luck I didn’t run into anyone on the way there, hastily shouting “hemlock” at the portrait it opened up chastising me for being rude. Draco and Pansy were sitting on the couch; he was most likely tutoring her. Ignoring their presence I flew past and up the stairs and entered my room locking the door quickly. Safe and alone in the private room I let the tears fall once again. It was as if I had been unceremoniously tossed out and denied. I was terribly embarrassed; he’d been witness to all my depraved thoughts over the last seven days, as I’d made no attempt to block it anymore. Worse I went with letting him catch me, the bolder option. Originally it wasn’t my intention and I was doing really well with the whole subtle approach, except for that I was practically broadcasting images of us together. But something happened when I’d gone into that storeroom; the aroma of all the potions coupled with my near constant aroused state at this point pushed me a little over the edge.

            Somewhere in the back of my mind I had vainly thought I could get away with it and not get caught. But unable to quell my own moans it was obvious that wouldn’t last long. When he’d ordered me to keep holding my skirt up and enter the classroom my nerves had almost gotten the better of me compelling me to run out the other exit in the storeroom. When my lust won that battle and I’d slowly begun to emerge into the classroom it was almost imperceptible but there was a small smile on his face. Unsure whether I had really seen it or not I’d more boldly approached him. Merlin, when he cleared that desk and put me on it the breath was knocked clean out of me. When he informed me I would be getting myself off in front of him I was stunned to say the least, perhaps a little disappointed. Okay completely and utterly disappointed at first but then the memory of my fantasy of performing for him and his friends flooded back into my mind and my body started thrumming with excitement.

            Stripping off the rest of my clothes I couldn’t get into the shower fast enough. The water stung on the abused flesh of my rear and thighs and yet I hissed but other wise stood still until it was almost unnoticeable. I was just standing under the stream of water and pressed my hands and face against the cool tiled wall. Preoccupied I didn’t notice the bathroom door open up on Draco’s side, nor did I notice the glass shower door open. However when a fully clothed Draco embraced me from behind I woke up. Collapsing into his arms he lowered us both to the floor of the shower and half in his lap he rocked us back and forth shushing my heavy sobs.

            When finally I felt calm I realized exactly where we were, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “What happened Princess?” he soothingly asked.

            “I don’t even really know,” I whispered back.

            “Well then why the tears Princess?” He wasn’t using his usual teasing tone, instead it seemed Princess had officially become my nickname with him. “Tell me what happened exactly.”

            I tensed up in his arms nervous, not even sure I could vocalize to another what had just occurred. Then I felt his fingers gently scratching my scalp and I relaxed back into his arms sighing heavily. Though I was still nervous and exhausted the mild scratching was too comforting to resist.

            “I thought we were over this Hermione, you know you can talk to me about anything and everything.” The hand in my hair started tracing up and down my spine relieving some of the tension in my back.

            “I went with option two.” I wasn’t entirely sure he would hear me but I really didn’t want to repeat myself.

            “What did he do when he caught you?”

            “Made me, sitting on his desk mind you, keep” I paused to take a steadying breath then pressed my face into his now drenched sweater so I wouldn’t have to look at him. “Made me keep going.”

            “Wasn’t that almost exactly like your fantasy from the day I caught you?” I nodded weakly into his chest. “So what went wrong to bring tears?”

            “He – he had me finger my –“ I trailed off. I gestured loosely behind myself.

            “Your ass” Draco whispered into me ear. I shivered in his arms. “Is that all?”

            “No he slapped my thighs and cl –“ I trailed off but he had a low growl in his chest as if he understood. “And while I had two fingers in me, he added one of his.”

            “So did you finish?” he finally asked.

            “Yes, when –“

            “When what?” he growled gripping me more tightly.

            “When he bit my clit,” I finally nearly shouted out. Not even moving away from him I started to get a little hysterical. “Oh my god, I’m mortified. I begged him to keep hitting me, I practically begged him to just stick his finger in me. I’m never going to be able to look at him again!”

“Shush Princess that is hardly true. Now tell me how your ass got so red.”

            “I tried to touch him,” I said almost hyperventilating. “He said a lot of things and spanked me till I stopped sobbing and begging him to stop.” Hiccupping I gasped for a couple of breaths, trying to gain control of myself. “Worse, when he was rubbing this cream into my skin despite having just been humiliated and hurt I pushed back into his hand completely turned on again.” That made Draco chuckle lightly and I pushed back from him offended but he dragged me back in not letting me retreat. “He just dismissed me, like nothing had happened. Suggesting I get decent,” I was seething, hurt by Snape and now Draco for laughing.

            “Princess it’s probably not what you think.” He was still gripping tightly to me refusing to let me slip out even though I struggled against him. “He’s probably thinking he’s your Professor and he’s already gone to far, that it’s inappropriate and unfair to you. Though I guess you never know with him. It might be that there has been no discussion of a dominance and submission relationship between the two of you yet.” He was sliding his hands up my sides now since I’d stopped trying to get free of him. “Just get some sleep tonight, things will be worked out I promise.”

            Draco lifted me up and once sure I was steady left the shower in his sopping wet clothes. I had the presence of mind to realize that not only had Draco just seen me naked once again, but sobbing in the shower with a freshly spanked ass. Instead of mortification I felt exhaustion, quickly washing my air not letting the water touch my abused flesh more than necessary this time around I left the shower. When I went to cast a quick drying spell with the towel still wrapped warmly around me I realized my satchel was still in the potions room. Groaning I rubbed the towel through my hair to dry it combed it and braided it so that in the morning it wouldn’t look like a rats nest. Collapsing into bed I ignored the dread that settled in the bottom of my stomach that came with the knowledge of knowing I’d have to get my stuff back tomorrow and fell into a fretful sleep.

            When morning came the light streaming in suggested it was already about ten o’clock. Having missed breakfast I set my mind to not letting anything rub against my tender flesh too much. Somehow as I pulled myself out of bed however a cooling sensation spread over my thighs and bum and I moaned enjoying the change in sensation. Taking advantage of the moment I slid on a dress that went mid-thigh and a bra completely unwilling to risk underwear should this wonderful sensation fade. And fade it did not even five minutes later.

            Unbraiding the now dry hair it fell in waves over my shoulders not as curly from being trapped in its position all night. Shrugging I tossed on my newly acquired and favorite robes, it was a golden color, not obnoxious though and the material though covering my body did not result in making me appear bulky. Slipping on a pair of flats I made my way down the stairs and at Draco’s questions I tossed back a flippant “I’ll be back” as I walked out the common room portrait. I found I wasn’t even really dreading this meeting anymore, after all last night had been amazing and if that was all I was ever going to get at least I got that right? It would do me no good to be greedy. He didn’t want me anyway so I was lucky that he touched me just this once.

            As I walked past the room Draco first caught me in I was tempted for a second to sneak in the back way to the storeroom and snag my bag without him knowing. Something told me he would not have been kind enough to leave it so ready and available and retrieving it would require speaking to him. Stilling and taking a couple deep breaths I found myself just outside the classroom door. I could do this, I won’t blush, I won’t let him witness my thoughts, I’ll just behave politely as I had been before last nights debacle.

            Pushing the door open I found the room empty, the storeroom door was still cast open as it had been last night and I took notice that he had not cleaned his desk as I passed by. Fighting down the images that brought to mind I schooled my features and mind to be blank before knocking on his office door.

            “Enter,” he said coolly.

            Stepping inside and keeping her back to him as she closed the door she finally spun to face him. “Sir I believe my satchel, wand and cloak were left here after detention.” I couldn’t really believe how steady my voice was.



            He stared at me coldly before gesturing to the seat in front of his desk “sit Miss Granger.”

            “Thank you Sir, but I’d really rather not,” I eyed the chair and him warily a moment before settling on the bracelet a moment. Merlin I wanted that back. “I have work to get done, I just need my books.” He just kept staring at me as if his look would compel me to sit and in some ways it was but I just ignored it. Last night I technically made the first move by giving an opening. I wasn’t about to force it on him, or beg for him to take me on no matter how badly I wanted him. Just because I wanted to give control over to him did not make me a doormat. I made my interest clear, now it was his move.

            His expression grew annoyed when I still hadn’t complied with his wish but I just stood still head held up and looked back at him. Growling he retreated into a hidden room, I ignored the urge to follow and the desire to explore his personal chambers opting to hold my position. Back in just a couple minutes he roughly shoved my bag at me and I turned to leave not saying a word. I closed his office door harshly and paused this time to actually look at the desk. Where my body had been near the edge was still clear evidence of last night’s orgasm. Drawing my wand out I cleaned it since he had neglected too.

            “Are you sure you didn’t come back for more Miss Granger?” His voice was low and a little husky and far too close behind me for comfort. As he maneuvered around me so he’d be in front of me. I looked into his dark eyes searching for a moment, uncertain on whether it was a trap. “I would think you’d learned last night, or is that ass of yours not sore enough?” I swallowed audibly as he leaned in a little closer “because that can be corrected.”

            His last words were a seductive whisper and I shivered, which elicited a low and smug chuckle from the man. As he pulled slightly back I eyed him steeling my expression before responding. “If you wanted what I want Professor my ass wouldn’t be red.”

            He tsk’d at me not looking the least bit miffed by my words. “Now Miss Granger, we both know that’s not entirely true. You practically projected several images of just such an occurrence. If it didn’t live up to your expectations you’d be wise to move on.”

            Boldly taking a step closer “I know what I want Professor, do you?” His expression registered a mere moment of shock, pleased with this I moved around him and too the exit. While walking away I added “it’s your move now Professor.” Stopping in the doorway I couldn’t help what slipped out next, “hope my panties helped you out last night.” With one last cheeky grin I practically skipped from the room, feeling fully recovered and free after my collapse last night.

            As I entered our Head common room with a broad smile on my face I found Pansy, Draco and Harry on the couch. Pansy’s supposed guy came in seconds after me practically running over my stilled form.

            “Whoa there Granger, I apologize didn’t see you there” he gave me a charming smile before making his way to Pansy. The girl was quick to slide out of her seat and rest comfortably on the ground as he took her place. She laid her head on his knee and I smiled at the image they made.

            “Hermione” Harry started, “I brought you some breakfast.” He gestured over to the small kitchen we’d been given, which really just consisted of some cabinets, counters and a sink. Thanking him happily I walked over and picked up the warm plate moving to the comfy chair across from them and dropping my stuff beside it. As my butt made contact with the soft cushion I let out a small hiss.

            “Alright there Granger?” I looked up to find a smirking Draco.

            To punctuate my next word I wiggled my body into the chair further resisting the urge to gasp at the slight pain “just peachy Draco.”

            “You seem to be in a good mood this morning?” it was an innocent conversation. “And I see you got your stuff back from Snape, hopefully he was nicer today.”

            Harry raised a questioning brow then shook his head at me “I don’t know why you just don’t tell him ‘Mione, I guarantee he’d be good with it.” Casually returning to the essay he had been working on he added “probably a lot nicer to you too.”

            “Tell him what?” Draco questioned with an eager look in his eyes.

            Groaning I dropped the fork to the plate “Harry what did I tell you?”

            “What?” he questioned, “We are among friends aren’t we?”

            “Yes, of course” I said almost too quickly. “Look the fewer people that know the better and it’s not a lack of trust in anyone here, it’s just Harry’s quite wrong, he’d be displeased and even more so if the entire student body found out you blabbermouth.”

            Harry scoffed lightly “no one here would repeat a word, you just don’t want it acknowledged.”

            “Harry” Draco started out calmly, “why don’t you just tell us since the Princess is so resistant.” He was grinning ear to ear and quickly I tossed a silencing charm over Harry. For a moment he launched into the story before realizing no sound was coming out and settling me with a glare.

            Smirking I turned back to the food he’d brought me thoroughly enjoying the eggs and fruit. “Granger has anyone told you that you should’ve been a Slytherin?” the questioned was voiced by Marcus who was just looking on in amusement.

            “Nope” I said cheerfully, “never.”

            “She’s sneakier than me sometimes” Draco added in, “not to mention she looks stunning in green.” The two nodded agreeing with each other and I turned my attention to Harry instead.

            “Do you promise to be a good boy and keep your mouth shut?” When he nodded I lifted the spell and he let out a groan of relief.

            For a while it seemed as if everyone went back to his or her own thing. I put my wand and book down and moved to put the dishes in the sink. As I was returning I saw Harry eyeing me curiously and then I realized what he was doing. He was deciding if it was worth listening to me and not sharing. By the look in his eyes he seemed like he was prepared to accept the consequences for his choice. Picking up the pace I made to grab my wand and silence him once more, but the words beat me and then hung like a heavy weight in the air.

            “Hermione is the reason Snape is alive.”

            Everyone’s heads turned to Harry than over to me. I took my seat again and attempted to ignore that he’d even said anything. After all he’d already blurted it out there was nothing I could do now. I wasn’t going to explain and I hadn’t expected Harry to but once again he did the unexpected.

            “The snake venom would have killed him, but she took it into herself, barely made it to St. Mungo’s before passing out from the pain herself. For three weeks she may have been unconscious but she was in pain, I was there almost the entire time and no matter how much pain potion they gave her the pain was still evident.” Harry’s green eyes were staring at me as he spoke, and I met them unwilling to look away. “She accidentally lost the bracelet her parents gave her in his house, and now it seems he has it.”

            “Wait that bracelet wrapped around his lamp is yours?” Draco exclaimed. “I thought it was weird he had that. He hardly lets it out of his sight, even then he makes sure it will be okay.”

            The information hung out there as the other’s processed what Harry’s words meant. Surprisingly I felt lighter, it was a fact I’d been carrying around, afraid to share. So scared that if everyone found out he’d owe me a life debt and be humiliated. Somewhere in the back of my mind I’d wanted him to know it was I who saved him but the consequences didn’t seem worth it.

            “Why would you keep that from him Hermione?” the soft voice was Pansy’s so I turned my face towards her.

            “A number of reasons” I gave back casually shrugging.

            “Why don’t you give us the real one instead of some bullshit generalization Granger” Draco’s eyes were hard as he ground out the statement. This was his godfather, perhaps he thought I had some sort of ulterior motive withholding this information and intended to hurt him in some way. I was a little hurt that Draco could think such things at all but Snape had been a protector of his since childhood even against his father and perhaps he owed him a lot. That degree of loyalty would no doubt trump our now easy but still young friendship.

Sighing heavily I closed the book that was still lying open in my lap. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” I knew the whole group was listening but I was only speaking to ease Draco’s mind. “When is the last time he had control over his life? He didn’t even have the ability to say no to killing Dumbledore. For years two Master’s has controlled his life and he’s given up or lost nearly everything for it. He doesn’t need to feel like he owes me a life debt, that somehow he’s lost control again to a student no less. He deserves his freedom.”

            “He deserves to know” Pansy spoke up.

            “Yeah” Draco continued, “you ever think that not knowing is more likely to hold him back?”

            “No” I said easily. “He seems to have gone about life in a more relaxed manner of late.”

            The coldness was out of his eyes but he rubbed both temples in a stressed fashion. “Hermione all he thinks about is the person who saved him. I’ve heard him mention it to my mother near a hundred times by now.” I looked up to him a little in shock, “can’t you see how that could hold him back from other things.” His eyes suggested he meant in more than one way, perhaps even in starting something up with myself.

            I looked down not wanting to see that expression anymore, “’Mione you clearly like the guy.” That was Harry blunt and to the point. A blush filled my face as Marcus and Pansy sat up a little straighter.

            “Oh that’d be a great pairing” Pansy exclaimed with some joy. When I looked at her there was understanding in her eyes. She must know that Draco garnered his knowledge in kink from the dark potions Master.

            “Can we change the topic?” I was fidgeting in my chair. Suddenly a movement rubbed my tenderized skin the wrong way and I gasped a bit.

            Marcus looked over to Draco and exchanged a question look before smirking and looking back to me. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable Hermione? We all know the Potions Master’s preferences and hobbies pretty well…”

            Flushing I looked at Harry, he had to be the only one who didn’t know about all of this. However Draco nudged Harry and gave him a casual you know. Understanding graced Harry’s face and his smirk was almost more sinful than Draco’s. “Wha –“ I started to ask before it tapered off and I found myself both embarrassed and confused facing the four of them like they were a firing squad.

            “Don’t you see how that little excuse you gave about Snape wanting control might apply to the boy wonder here?” Draco had adopted his casual drawl, clearly pleased with himself. Harry elbowed him hard in the chest.

            “Drop the chosen one shit ferret.” Draco snarled in response.

            “So everyone here knows then?” Pansy asked for clarification and received none. Marcus did start rubbing her head lightly.

            I winced as I squirmed uncomfortably under their gazes. “Is there something wrong with your ass Granger?” I took the small pillow behind my back and hurled it at Draco. “That’s a yes,” he said after easily ducking the poorly aimed pillow.

            “Tell him” Harry said, quickly being echoed by the others. “He deserves to know, he wants to know, and I guarantee he’d be less likely to punish you if he heard it from your mouth.” My mouth fell open at his words “don’t look so surprised ‘Mione. I knew there had to be a reason we meshed so well together even when I was in a blind rage.”

            “Perhaps it was just cause I never caused those blind rages” I said weakly.

            “Yeah sure” Harry smirked again, “if that makes you feel better. Tell him, or one of us will.”

            “No you won’t, you promised” I practically shouted it then covered my mouth when I realized how loud I’d been.

            “I may not say it myself but that’s not to say I won’t set it up so you don’t have a choice” I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. Every time he’d gotten this look in the past we’d wound up in a life-threatening situation and I really wasn’t looking forward to it this time.

            “You guy’s are such ass’, why can’t you just respect my wishes on this?” Even as I said it I knew it was pointless.

            “Because in this instance your wishes are wrong,” Harry said as if it was the simplest truth.

            For the next week I was terrified waiting for the moment I would be exposed but it hadn’t come yet. As the second week began I was letting my guard down a little thinking perhaps they had realized it was my choice whether I wanted to tell or not. Harry had gone and spent time with Snape at least four nights that last week and beyond that nothing seemed out of the ordinary. After finding out Harry had a penchant for dominance as well I wasn’t surprised they were hitting it off so smashingly. I on the other hand was getting the short stick.

            Potion’s seemed near impossible to bear, I had to empty my mind almost to the point that I couldn’t really even think about the potion if I were to get through without thinking about him in some way. Twice I’d turned in mediocre potions and still he hadn’t said a word. Testing him one day I helped out the Hufflepuff who desperately begged for help behind me. Despite being open about helping the poor girl and looking up to find him watching he didn’t say a word. Even Harry noticed and laughed as I returned to my spot clearly vexed.

            This was now sixth potions lesson I was in, it was a Friday and two weeks of utter silence had me on edge. Harry and Draco were flanking me and unfortunately Ron was behind me. As of later tonight it would be two weeks exactly since I’d been bent over his desk or remotely displayed in front of him. At least before he acknowledged me in small ways, even the insults were better than this. I was practically shaking with nerves. Draco had been chuckling next to me the entire time all to aware of my discomfort and why it was there. I’d done my best to ignore him but coupled with idiotic ramblings coming from Ron and the occasional knowing smirk from Harry I was at my breaking point.

            Looking up to the seated man I saw him looking in my direction, but it was as if there was nothing there and he could just see through me. Then an annoyed expression graced his features, as if he’d smelled something bad and he looked down to his desk once more. I was slowly losing it and Draco knew. He stopped chuckling and said little apologies encouraging me to calm down, but I was so far beyond that point and in the quiet studious potions room there simply wasn’t anything he could do to stop me.

            With a flick of my wand I emptied my cauldron and began packing up. Draco and Harry were quietly trying to argue with me and as I made to stand Draco actually attempted to hold me down. Capturing his eyes with mine he removed his hands at my stony glance. Now free I stood easily, threw my bag over my shoulder, my cloak over my arm and grabbing the five empty vials I brusquely approached Snape’s desk. I placed the empty vials on the paper he was grading causing him to look up at me. His obsidian eyes met mine with a hint of surprise in them and I spun on my heel making for the door.

            The door slammed closed as I neared it. “Miss Granger what do you think your doing?” Snape was now standing and moving around his desk. I saw him standing there attempting to look frightening when I merely glanced back over my shoulder.

            Grabbing my wand out of my hair where I’d put it up after packing I quickly unlocked the door and said, “I’m leaving” on my way out the door.

            I didn’t stick around to hear the whispers or his possible rage and I had no idea what he would do later but I hardly cared. Heading straight for the head dorms I planning on a relaxing bath. Hopefully that would at least calm some of my frayed nerves and anger. Bloody Severus Snape.



Author’s Note: Silly Hermione at the end, how can that possibly end well!

CryingCinderella – don’t worry you’ll be getting plenty of description from dear Severus soon enough. It can only escalate from the moment he finds out right? Hope you enjoy this next bit! If you want more steam it will be coming next.

Madamdragon – yes he’ll find out. I’m almost anxious to write that bit anyway. But no worries, it’ll come! Thanks for reviewing!

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