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Slytherin Toy	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has stuck with the story. I really appreciate it. Dx

Hermione was disappointed and anxious. She was trying not to cry as she finished packing her trunk for the final time. Today was the last day of school and she hadn't seen or heard from Severus in what seemed like forever.
The project had officially finished the week before with the results being sent to the Ministry of Magic, and since then she had not spent any time alone with him. At first, they were both busy, she with revision for her final exams and he with the extra work he always got at the end of the school year, but in the last couple of days he hadn’t even attempted to talk to her outside of the usual minor interaction in class. In fact, even at mealtimes he rarely looked her way, seemingly more interested in talking to colleagues or engrossed in reading as if he was trying to avoid her.
Hermione had begun to worry that, as she had feared, the reason Severus hadn't asked her to marry him was because he really wasn’t interested. It seemed he had played her for a fool and was now going to discard her, would let her go without even saying goodbye. Everything really had just been a game for him after all.
She brushed away a trail of tears that had escaped and threw the books she was carrying into the trunk. She felt stupid and embarrassed that she had fallen for Severus’ stories. It was clear now that she really had just been a plaything for him in the same way she had been for the other Slytherins, and it hurt. All the plans she had made in her head, all the things she had hoped to do were as nothing now.
For a moment she wondered whether the others had caused his disinterest but she soon discarded that idea. After all, everything she had done was because of him. Regardless of what he had said about it being her choice, he was the one who had given her to Lucius and agreed to Draco and Pansy’s involvement.
But discovering his true feelings still hurt and Hermione didn't want to believe it. A couple of times she considered going to see him, but she knew how snarky he could be when he didn’t want to be disturbed so she didn’t risk it. To lose his love was one thing; to have her final memory of him as being angry, or worse still, sarcastic with her she couldn’t bear.
Hermione threw the last of her belongings into the trunk and checked around the room to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Then, having closed the lid she sat down heavily on the edge of her bed.
What was she going to do now?
Her original plan had been to go with Severus, to get married and live with him wherever it was he lived when he wasn’t at school, and then go on to college in the autumn. But now that future was nothing but a heartbreaking and unattainable dream.
It was time for breakfast and one of the last chances to see him before school finished. Hermione didn't hold out much hope that he would talk to her — she could count on one hand the number of times he had spoken to her at mealtimes during her entire seven years at school — but at least she would see him, and if she could just catch his eye . . . .
She checked her appearance in the mirror, making sure it couldn't be seen that she had been crying, then headed out of the room to meet Ron and Harry.

Breakfast was a supremely depressing affair. Although Severus was there he completely ignored her, making her heart break once more. Hermione wasn’t sure how she managed to get through the meal.
Although she longed to go and see him she had her pride and knew that making an idiot of herself wasn’t going to help. Instead, she threw herself into her final classes, trying to forget the Potions Master even existed. That sort of worked, until Potions class.
She was accosted by Draco on the way back to the castle from Herbology and he asked her about her plans for the summer and offered her the opportunity to spend some time with him, with or without his father. Hermione agreed to consider it, which seemed to surprise him. Clearly he, too, had expected her to be going with Severus.
Hermione didn’t want to talk to him about it, though, so she apologised and ran off before he could question her further. Once in the Potions classroom, she could feel Draco’s eyes flitting between her and Severus as the lesson ticked slowly by.
That final lesson was pure torture, bringing her so close to the object of her affection but at the same time as good as keeping him a million miles away, too. His treatment of her was no different to the way he had treated her for the previous seven years, and with no questions needing answering, he could effectively ignore her for the entire lesson.
By the end of it, Hermione wanted to scream, but she had also come to a decision. She wasn’t going to cry or get upset at what had happened. Knowing what a bastard he could be, that was probably what Severus was hoping for.
At lunch, he had deigned to look at her briefly but turned away again as soon as she tried to catch his eye. She caught Draco’s eye instead, and he gazed her with a look of confusion. Knowing with a sinking heart that her final chance had gone, she tried to ignore the taciturn teacher, instead, chatting with Harry and Ron.
And now, finally, it was time to go. The Entrance Hall was full of students, laughing and crying, saying farewells and planning meet-ups over the holidays; the leaving seventh formers seeming just a little more subdued than the other students.
Hermione toured the hall, hugging and talking to friends and shaking the hands of those she knew less well. She ignored almost all the Slytherins except for a brief glance at Draco and Pansy and a quiet word with a couple of girls she knew from the Library.
Finally, she reached the teachers and spent quite some time talking to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. After talking to them she was a little teary, like many of the leaving students, and took a moment to dry her eyes before finally turning to Severus, who stood nearby talking intently to the Headmaster.
‘I want to thank you, Professor Snape,’ Hermione said sincerely, fighting hard to keep her voice light and the tears at bay. Snape scowled, looking as ungracious as ever. ‘I know you’re not the most popular teacher and your methods are harsh, but I really do think I learnt a lot from you. So thank you very much.’
She held out her hand to shake his. Snape took her hand and held it tightly. For a moment she thought — no hoped — that he wasn’t going to let go of her.
‘I am glad you felt my teaching methods helped you, Miss Granger. You have a fine brain when you’re not wasting it on your friends and you have great potential. I wish you well for the future.’ Snape’s voice was guardedly neutral.
Hermione nodded, her mouth set in a tight line. Well, that was it. Severus had just dismissed her as if she were no more than an annoying student. Blinking to get rid of the tears that automatically sprang into her eyes at his words, she pulled her hand from his and turned to the Headmaster.
‘Thank you, Professor Dumbledore,’ she said, forcing a smile onto her face. ‘I’m very much going to miss Hogwarts. I can’t believe seven years has gone already. It seems like no time at all.’
Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes twinkling. ‘It does go quickly. But you’ll soon be on to bigger and better things, I’m sure, Miss Granger. You are intending to go to college?’ He looked at her expectantly.
Hermione nodded, feeling Severus watching her carefully as she spoke. ‘Yes. I’ve been accepted to several. But I don’t know yet which one to go for. I think I’m going to take a year off to decide exactly which way I want to go with my career.’
‘Very wise,’ Dumbledore said with a smile. ‘I’m sure you’ll succeed in whatever you choose. Good luck for the future, Hermione.’
‘Thank you.’ Hermione smiled again, then turned, not looking back. She headed over to where Harry and Ron waited for her and the three of them, arms linked, walked out of the door of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the final time.

Snape watched Hermione walk out of the door, his scowl growing ever deeper as with each step she took she walked further out of his life.
He longed to grab her, to pull her to him and tell her that he loved her, but he would never do that, would never open himself up so much, especially not in public. He had hoped she would come to see him; with the project finished he had no official reason to seek her out. But although Hermione had looked at him a couple of times during meals, she hadn’t been to visit.
He finally realised she was obviously staying away because she was no longer interested in a relationship with him, so, to make it easier for both of them, he had taken to ignoring her whenever possible. He suspected Hermione’s relationship with the Malfoys had intensified to such an extent that she no longer wanted or needed him in her life, and obviously with the many varied and interesting choices she had ahead of her she had realised she didn’t want to be tied down to a boring life with a teacher.
He couldn’t blame her, but he had been so sure Hermione really did love him. If only he had . . . but it didn’t really matter. If he had accepted her proposal that day, or asked her himself as he had wanted to so many times, they would still be in the same situation; or maybe she would have stayed with him, unhappy and restless. It was better this way.
‘What are your plans for the summer, Severus?’ Dumbledore asked interestedly once all the students had departed the Entrance Hall leaving only the teachers, who milled about in groups and conversed.
Snape shrugged. ‘Nothing. I did have some plans, but . . . .’ He broke off, looking morose.
‘Don’t tell me you’re going to stay at Hogwarts,’ Dumbledore said waving his finger chidingly. ‘I’m sure that whatever—’
‘Albus, I’m sure you’ve guessed something of my situation,’ Snape retorted coldly, cutting the Headmaster off before he could finish the sentence with some well-meaning and positive epithet that would do nothing but piss him off even more.
He knew the bloody man was aware of everything that went on in the school, so he couldn’t believe for one minute that Albus didn’t know about his relationship with Hermione, however low key they had kept it.
Dumbledore nodded sagely but didn’t speak.
‘Well, as things stand I have no plans for the immediate future, therefore, I will indeed, be staying at school. I shall be perfectly busy, restocking the stores and brewing potions for Poppy. Hopefully, that should put me ahead of the game for once.’
‘Severus, I’m sure your plans can be rearranged.’
‘No!’ Snape said loudly and angrily and ignoring the anxious looks by some of the nearest teachers and scowling even more deeply he turned and stalked off towards the stairs to the dungeons. Shaking his head sadly, Dumbledore followed him.

Hermione, Ron and Harry walked down the track leading to the station with Neville, Luna and Ginny. Ginny was moaning about being the only Gryffindor who was returning to school the following year and complaining bitterly about how bored she was going to be without her friends and family there. Hermione was listening, but only just. Ginny’s problems weren’t really of concern at the moment, and Hermione’s mind was wandering. Ginny was the lucky one — after all, she would be back next year for another year with Severus.
For a moment Hermione wondered if Severus would seduce Ginny the way he had seduced her. She was very pretty, after all, and Severus would probably like her spirit. Would he turn her into a Slytherin toy? A shard of pain slid into her heart at the thought and she tried to shake it away. She didn’t think Ginny was Severus’ type, and surely she wasn’t as stupid as Hermione had been. Ginny wouldn’t fall for his charms.
‘Knut for ‘em,’ Ron said, looking at her worriedly. ‘Are you okay, Hermione?’
Hermione gave a weak smile. ‘Yes . . . I’m just sad to be leaving. Aren’t you?’
Ron shrugged. ‘Not really. I mean, I’ve enjoyed it here, but I’m not sad to be going.’
‘Hermione’s upset at not having all that homework. It must be a real shock to the system,’ Harry said with a grin.
‘Oh, I’ve got plenty to do,’ Hermione told them. ‘I’ve got loads of reading while I decide where I’m going to go to college.’
Ron rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t you ever take any time off?’
‘I am. I’m going to take a year off to decide which career path to take. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do some independent study as well. No wonder you’re so eager to leave, Ronald. You’ve always been lazy.’
Ron shot Hermione a filthy look.
They had reached Hogsmeade station now. The platform was packed with children of all ages, many of them carrying cages that contained owls and cats. At the far end, Hermione espied Hagrid supervising the piles of trunks that were waiting to be boarded into the luggage compartment of the glistening red steam engine that was smoking in the station. He waved at them happily. She and her friends waved back.
She looked around at the chattering people who were laughing, joking and smiling. She really was going to miss this. Not her friends, she would always have them, but the happiness and comfort she had found being at school. And already she missed Severus desperately.
She dropped Harry and Ron’s arms.
‘I’m sorry,’ she told them. ‘I’ve got to go.’
She leant over and kissed Ron on the cheek, then followed suit with Harry.
‘What?’ Ron asked looking surprised. ‘Where are you going? The train will be boarding in a minute.’
‘You won’t understand and I don’t have time to explain, but I have to go and see Severus.’
‘Severus?’ Harry said frowning. ‘You mean Professor Snape?’
‘Yes . . . I’m in love with him.’ She raised her hands to stop all the cries of confusion from her friends. ‘No, look, I really don’t have time to explain it now, but I promise I will talk to you about it soon . . . just not now. I have to go.’
‘But, Hermione,’ Ron said, a shocked look on his face. ‘How can you be in love with the greasy git?’
‘I’ve told you, no time, Ron — but believe me, I am.’
She squeezed her friends’ arms again, smiling, then headed off down the platform where she could see Draco and Pansy standing with their friends.
‘I just came to say goodbye,’ she told the couple hurriedly. ‘I’m not going on the train. I’m sorry, Draco, I won’t be around during the summer. I’m going to marry Severus.’
She moved closer and kissed the boy tenderly on the lips, ignoring the stares and taunts of the other Slytherins.
‘Shall I tell my father?’
‘Please. I will talk to him eventually, but I just want to be with Severus now.’
Draco nodded as he ran his hand down Hermione’s cheek. ‘I’ll miss you, Mudblood,’ he said quietly.
‘And I you, Draco,’ Hermione replied sincerely, with a smile. She kissed his hand before he released her. Then she turned to Pansy and reached out to stroke the girl’s hair.
‘Don’t let him boss you around,’ she told the girl, ‘not unless you’re getting something good out of it.’ She grinned wickedly. ‘Goodbye, Pansy,’ she whispered, and she kissed the girl, too, not caring about the stares they were receiving. ‘You’re special, you know, really you are,’ she told her as they held hands, looking at each other after the kiss had ended.
‘Thank you, Hermione,’ Pansy said with a smile and released her. ‘Good luck . . . and congratulations.’
Hermione smiled back and then made her way back along the platform, completely ignoring the uproar she had just caused.
‘What the fuck was that all about?’ Ron asked angrily.
‘No time, Ronald. I’ll explain that later, too,’ Hermione said breezily as she hurried towards the exit. ‘Have a good journey,’ she shouted back at her friends.
And then she was running as fast as her legs could carry her back up to the school.

‘I really think you should reconsider, Severus,’ Dumbledore said pleasantly as they walked down the dungeon corridor towards Snape’s classroom. ‘You have plenty of time to make Poppy’s potions before the start of term so there’s really no need for you to alter your plans.’
‘Albus, I no longer have any plans,’ Snape retorted acidly. ‘I can think of nothing I’d prefer more than staying here and making potions for the next seven weeks.’ He scowled as deeply as he had ever done.
‘Really?’ Dumbledore asked interestedly, a wry look on his face. They had reached the open door of the classroom. ‘It looks like someone left you a message, Severus.’ He smiled and pointed at the blackboard at the far end of the room.
Written across it in large letters were the words Severus Snape, will you marry me?
Snape looked at the words in shock, a cold feeling spreading through his stomach. Hermione must have come down here just before lunch, obviously expecting him to come back to his classroom before she left for the station. But he hadn’t bothered.
Here was the proof that she really did love him and he had missed it and let her go without a single word. Gods, she must have been so hurt when they parted as they had.
He shook his head in disbelief. He had completely fucked up this time. He was a total idiot. And it was too late now for him to do anything about it. She had gone. Even now she would be on the train on its way to London, probably trying to forget that Severus Snape even existed.
Snape turned to Dumbledore, his face a study in misery. ‘Albus . . . .’ He couldn’t say anything more.
Dumbledore patted his friend’s shoulder consolingly but didn’t say anything.
‘So what’s your answer, Severus?’ a small voice asked worriedly from behind them. The two men turned slowly, and in surprise, to see Hermione standing there — hair stringy, red in the face, and breathing deeply as she tried to recover from the long run.
Immediately Snape rushed towards her and enfolded her in his arms, his lips finding hers in a deep passionate kiss before he released her and sank to his knees.
‘Hermione, please do me the honour of becoming my wife,’ he asked sincerely. ‘I love you more than anything in the world.’
Hermione stroked his hair, smiling. ‘Yes, of course I will,’ she said, pulling him up and into another kiss. ‘But you’re not going to go all soft on me, are you?’
Snape scowled deeply. ‘No, little Miss Know-It-All, I’m not going soft. Be assured that I won’t let my feelings be revealed again.’
Hermione laughed and stroked his face. ‘I just love that scowl,’ she whispered.
‘I take it that you will be leaving this evening after all?’ Dumbledore asked Snape mildly as the couple continued to hug.
‘Yes. Hermione and I have plans, things to arrange. If you need me we’ll be at Spinners End.’ Snape smiled at the Headmaster.
‘Have a good holiday, Severus . . . Hermione. And congratulations to both of you,’ Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling brightly. He walked off up the corridor, leaving the couple alone.
‘I thought I’d lost you,’ Snape said as he picked Hermione up and carried her towards his study and the entrance to his private quarters. ‘I thought you might come to see me after the project finished. After all, I had no excuse to come to you. When you didn’t come I thought you had decided you didn’t want to be with me any longer.’
‘I thought you didn’t want me,’ Hermione admitted. ‘And then you ignored me . . . .’
‘I was trying to make it easier for you . . . and for me, too, I suppose,’ Snape told her. ‘I didn’t want you feeling that you had to stay because you felt sorry for me.’
‘I love you, Severus,’ Hermione said, sounding annoyed now. ‘I told you that before. I’ve never felt sorry for you.’
‘I know. I think I just couldn’t believe I really was that lucky,’ Snape admitted as he laid her on the bed. ‘I even thought maybe you had decided to become Lucius’ mistress.’
Hermione laughed loudly. ‘Hardly! I only did that whole Slytherin toy thing for you. Anyway, that’s over now. I told Draco and Pansy it’s over . . . that we’re getting married. He’s going to tell Lucius. So in the future, it’s just going to be you and me — no more “Mistresses parties”.’ She giggled and looked avidly at Snape. ‘I’m so glad you asked me to marry you, Severus. Imagine how embarrassed I’d have been if you had said no.’
‘No chance of that, my love,’ Snape whispered as his lips moved towards hers. ‘Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you.’
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