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Doing it for the Order Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 72673 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Okay, so I’m heading off on holidays in a few days and won’t be writing while I’m away. It might be a little while before I get the next chapter up. Please hang in there. Lots more twists and turns to come. DSx
OO – ‘You haven't pursued that theme in a while’ – no, not as blatantly. It’s fun to keep adding to the layers. Makes it very difficult to pick them apart. ;) ‘During what year is this supposed to be taking place’ – 6^th year, Hermione is 17 or perhaps time-turned 18. ‘Anti-heroism at its finest’ – Aha! I love him as the anti-hero.
Kvarta – ‘I think I'm going to leave my crazy muze with you, I like how you two cooperate’ – LOL. She has been quite well behaved lately, although she is driving me to get as much done as I can before I head off on holidays. ‘What he did do to lose a privilege of being excluded from Voldy's orders? – hmm, excellent question, perhaps a little light shed this chapter, or not? ‘Soooo material for some further heart-wrecking, tissue clenching and snifeling moments’ – now would I subject my dear readers to such? Yes, yes I would. ‘Always the survivor as much as protector’ – that’s a very good point and resonates very much with this story. Hugs from the muse and I too. Xox
Fox – ‘So she doesn't have time to think, engage her brain in shock of it, or ask questions?’ – so you’re as distrustful of him as I am? ‘Bastard -should be his middle name’ – Oh, yes, it seems that you are J ‘I feel optimistic’ – please don’t lose that optimism despite what may transpire. ‘You are very quick with your writing’ – I like to try to get chapters out every 2-4 days but the next one is going to be a lot longer as I’m going away. ‘One Mean Writing Machine’ – LOL. I must admit that I don’t do a lot else in my spare time :) Thank you, DSx
Lilbug – ‘PLZ write quicker and more and longer chapters!’ – Hahaha, unfortunately I work full-time and have a family to look after so writing doesn’t always come first. But I’m doing my best ;) I’m glad you enjoyed AHOS as well – that was a lot of fun to write!

Chapter 5 – The Order of Things

Hermione had only just ordered a pot of tea when Snape entered Madam Puddifoot’s, a blast of icy wind accompanying his arrival. She watched as he quietly closed the door, standing tall and poised as his black gaze swept across the room.
After rapidly surveying the other patrons, mostly couples, he approached and, without a word, pulled out the chair opposite her, sitting before drawing a book from the recesses of his frock coat and placing it on the table between them. It was a pristine copy of their Advanced Potion-Making text. A brief flick of his wrist and a few muttered words later, she recognised the change in acoustics that signified that they were under a silencing incantation.
He was being extremely careful. Clearly the danger of being seen together was very real. It was not something she’d given a lot of consideration to—perhaps she should have. Nevertheless, they were together now—and she needed some answers.
“Thank you for coming, Professor.” She addressed him directly. Despite the awkwardness of their previous interaction, she was determined not to be diverted from her purpose.
He inclined his head briefly in response, his expression revealing nothing.
“I have some questions that I hoped you might be able to answer.”
“Indeed.” His tone and brevity indicated that he wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
“I’ve already ordered a pot of tea and some house cakes. Is there anything else you—”
He gave a swift horizontal flick of his hand, indicating ‘no.’
Hermione drew in a steadying breath. Her heart was racing. She firmly believed that she deserved answers to her questions but the air between them was already heavy with the tension of what had transpired the previous evening. There was no denying it, this was awkward.
“Professor, can you tell me how long the Muggle decree has been in effect?” she asked, managing to infuse her voice with an air of calm that she didn’t feel.
He paused, obviously considering his response and how much he should be telling her. And when he looked at her, studying her face, she noted that it wasn’t with the irritable sneer with which he normally regarded her. His current expression was one of caution but she felt that he was addressing her as an adult. She relaxed a little in this knowledge.
“Three weeks,” he stated, leaning forward to pick up the book and opening it to a page in the middle. “Today is the beginning of the fourth week.” He turned the book to face her.
Glancing down at the open page, a temporary blindness potion recipe, she returned her scrutiny to his deadpan face before shaking her head in confusion.
Snape’s lips barely moved as he responded. “You have chosen a most inappropriate location to meet given the current circumstances. You will behave as though I am tutoring you.”
Before she could stop herself, her eyes had flickered up to see if the other patrons were watching them.
“The book,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Nodding slowly as though she were considering his words, she pretended to read the page.
Without looking at him, she spoke. “Three weeks. That means that you must have found an alternative means of satisfying the enchantment, prior to our—”
“Thank you.”
Hermione’s head jerked up, only to discover that their tea had arrived. Snape had obviously rapidly reversed the silencing incantation to address the waitress as she set about moving the teapot, milk, cups and sugar to the table from her tray before finally adding a plate of berry house cakes.
Hermione forced a smile as she departed and Snape reinstated the spell.
“Yes.” He picked up the teapot and proceeded to fill both cups. “There were two other occasions.”
“With two other women?”
He sighed. “Ob-viously.” The syllables were drawn out, making it sound like two words.
Hermione let the unanswered question hang between them but when he added nothing further, she decided to press him.
“Who were they?”
“I hardly consider that to be any of your business,” he replied tersely, glaring at her for a moment before proceeding to stir a spoonful of sugar into his tea and adding a dash of milk.
Hermione did the same.
“I want to know why you can’t use the same approach to find other suitable women”
He sustained the glare from under heavily knitted brows as he took a sip of tea, before finally acquiescing.
“One was a friend—a school friend—from prior to Hogwarts. It was a chance meeting. Fortuitous. That option is now exhausted. The other was an arrangement by . . . another. It was less successful. I was forced to Obliviate.”
His words were blunt, emotionless, but the few rapid blinks that followed told her that it had been somewhat traumatic.
“Dumbledore,” Hermione muttered into her tea.
“I beg your pardon.”
“It was Dumbledore who made the arrangement, wasn’t it?”
Snape didn’t answer, but his eyes shifted from hers as he sucked in another mouthful, and she knew that she was right.
“What about other Wizarding Orders? There must be someone with a similar background to myself? Have you looked into those?”
He returned the cup to its saucer. “There are a few potential candidates. But further risk is obviously introduced in taking this outside of the Order of the Phoenix. It was preferable to look for someone within the Order. And must I remind you that you did agree?”
Hermione looked uncomfortable as she cast her eyes back down to the book. “No, you needn’t remind me, Professor.” She flipped over a few pages. “I just wondered whether you might be able to put a private ad in one of the Muggle newspapers looking for someone to . . . you know.” Her eyes flickered up briefly and she felt herself warming. “Or whether you could pose as a . . . a male prostitute or something?”
“Both charming suggestions, no doubt derived from an intense concern for my predicament,” he drawled, each word dripping with sarcasm. “However, it is the requirement for ‘unprotected intercourse’ that poses the greatest risk. And that can’t always be guaranteed. Any hint of a contraceptive not only fails to fulfil the enchantment, it causes both individuals to experience such excruciating pain that it makes the Cruciatus feel like a mild twinge in comparison—targeted entirely to the genitals.”
Hermione glanced up. She was reminded of the shivery electrical surge she’d felt inside her after he’d orgasmed, realising now that it must have been related to the enchantment.
“Not to mention the risk of both contracting and transmitting any number of infections,” he finished.
“And I’m to assume that I’m not at similar risk?” she interjected.
“It is . . . unlikely.” He took another large gulp of tea, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in what she perceived to be discomfort.
A bit fucking late now. They’d known that he’d had unprotected sex recently with at least two other women and didn’t bother to tell her. She felt her anger rising again.
“And what about the other risks that you somehow failed to mention?” she demanded.
He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I know what you mean?”
“Draco Malfoy?”
His tea cup halted mid-way to his lips before he slowly returned it to the saucer.
“What of him?”
“He suggested that I was going to become ‘very popular, very soon’.”
Snape’s jaw tightened.
“It was a threat wasn’t it? He was talking about the decree.” Hermione leaned towards him as he simultaneously leaned back.
“I don’t pretend to know Mr Malfoy’s mind. But it is . . . possible.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “And why did no one see fit to bring this up in our meeting? The fact that I’m now a target?”
“Because,” he huffed, focusing on his tea cup. “It was hoped that our . . . arrangement . . . would enable me to keep a closer eye on your whereabouts—to intervene if required. We didn’t wish to alarm you unnecessarily.”
“Unnecessarily?” Hermione’s voice rose. “So I’d be safe for the fifteen minutes that we were . . . engaged. And the rest of the time vulnerable to some horrifying sex attack whilst being completely unprepared for it?”
Snape’s eyes flickered to the couple chatting happily at the closest table. They were clearly unaware of the storm brewing alongside them.
“There was no reason to suspect that Mr Malfoy would be foolish enough to attempt anything within the Hogwarts grounds.”
“So I should never leave?” Hermione could feel her face burning. “Am I at risk even here? Have I been discussed?” She suddenly thumped her hand at the point on the table where his eyes were focused. “Tell me!”
Snape finally looked her in the eye and she felt her scalp prickling with the gravity of his words. “Yes. They are aware of your status.”
“But why would they care?” Hermione was scrabbling for traction. “They’re Death Eaters? They’re hardly paragons of morality. Why don’t they just do as the decree requires?”
“There are further . . . constraints, imposed by the enchantment.” Snape shifted uncomfortably in his seat, making Hermione wonder exactly what other physical manifestations there might be.
“Such as?”
His lips thinned into a grim line.
“I deserve to know the details of the enchantment if I’m at risk.” She sensed that he was getting close to clamming up altogether. “And I refuse to consider any further involvement unless you tell me exactly what it entails.”
His eyes narrowed. She waited as he picked up the teaspoon and rolled it around in his fingers before finally dropping it and clasping his hands on the table before him.
“If someone who is afflicted . . . ejaculates . . . at any time, apart from when the enchantment is fulfilled, they’ll experience the same unbearable pain as indicated previously.”
Hermione’s brow crumpled as the meaning of his words sank in.
“So they can’t have sex with anyone apart from Muggles? Or even . . . masturbate?”
He gave a brief shake of his head.
“I’m guessing that those in relationships are feeling a lot of pressure? People like Lucius Malfoy?”
Snape cleared his throat. “Amongst others.”
“And this is to make them even more desperate? More aggressive?”
“Something like that.”
They sat in silence. Hermione flicked a few more pages of the text as her mind churned through their conversation. She was beginning to see why she was of such interest. A safe and reliable option, clean, risk-free—apart, of course, from the fact that she would hex their fucking balls off if they came anywhere near her. Then she was struck by a thought.
“It’s quite remarkable isn’t it?” Her words rolled out slowly.
“What is?” He huffed impatiently through his nose.
“The enchantment. It’s quite . . . brilliant. It seems to have been designed to cover every single possible requirement—it identifies Muggles, detects contraception, ensures a different woman every week, delivers a horrendous punishment for those that seek relief elsewhere.”
“I assume that you’re being deliberately cryptic,” he muttered snidely.
“It’s yours isn’t it?” Hermione lifted her gaze to his.
“I really don’t have time—“
“You created the enchantment,” she interrupted, closing the book with a flick of her fingers.
He delivered a disparaging sneer. “You’ve always been supremely enamoured with your own intellect. But, I’m afraid, on this occasion you happen to have missed . . . the mark.”
“Who else could have done it?” She continued, growing in her conviction. “Who is meticulous enough to have considered every element, designed it to perfection? Perhaps even brewed all of the elements? Apart, of course, from Dumbledore himself?”
Snape jerked his head away in rebuttal but he continued to look decidedly uncomfortable.
“Did you think you’d be spared?” Her voice took on a hard edge, matching the dark steely look in his eyes. “Did you think that if you created it, you could avoid it? Were you really that naïve?”
He could see a thick vein pulsing in his temple, the whites of his eyes visible as he seethed, his entire body coiled with tension, ready to explode.
“Who else knows that you did it?” she persisted, unperturbed. “Dumbledore? Is that why he doesn’t want anyone else involved—why he’s avoiding pursuing people from other Orders? In case it gets traced back to you? In case they realise that someone who is supposed to be operating to protect Muggles is responsible for ensuring their decimation.”
“That is NOT the case!” He growled, his lips peeling back from his teeth in an ugly snarl.
He’d fucked up. No wonder he’d been so unusually contrite. It was his fault. He was responsible. And Dumbledore was pushing this so hard because there was way too much risk in going outside of the Order. He needed her. They all needed her.
“You are no longer needed.” Snape’s voice was low and hard as he grabbed the book.
“Wait!” She slammed her hand down upon his.
She was absolutely needed. Snape had so few options and certainly none without far greater risk. And anything that happened to Snape would instantly put Harry in danger. Not to mention the fact that she had an enormous target on her own head.
“You will tutor me.”
His mouth curled into a sneer. “On what? Respect? On giving appropriate acknowledgement to those who work on a daily basis to ensure your safety?”
She ignored him. “We will meet regularly, but at different times. And it won’t be secretive. I want people to see that we’re spending time together—it will make them more cautious about targeting me if that’s what they have planned. And, in return, I will assist you. I’ll . . . fulfil the enchantment.”
He was furious. But she also knew he had little choice. Snatching his hand out from under hers, he stood and peered down his nose in contempt. He was gearing up for a final attack, she could feel it.
“And I want you to understand that this is entirely a business arrangement. There is nothing sexual about it, whatsoever.” She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms.
The intensity of his glare stung but she didn’t waver. With a downward slash of his arm, he removed the silencing incantation.
“I hold out little hope for your future, Miss Granger, if you continue to pursue your studies with such blatant disregard for the Order . . . of . . . things.”
The other couples turned to look at them with sudden interest.
She picked up a house cake and took a large bite, letting crumbs tumble down her chin as she continued to hold his gaze.
She knew a threat when she heard it. But she had moved beyond intimidation. This was war, after all.
With a spiteful hiss, he turned and strode out of the shop.
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