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A/N:
I usually write this at the end of the story but I thought a change was in
order. Muchos smooches to Beth, Leigh
and Mellisa who have beta read this chapter.

I
am sorry it took this long to update, but I am hoping the lemons will make up
for it.

About
the story, what do you mean when you say �Who needs a plot�? hehe. It makes it sound like it�s
all about the lemons and, let�s face it, it�s A LOT about the lemons but I want
to build the foundations in which the characters can then grow psychologically.
I mean, why do people like SS/HG stories anyway? Mainly because of the
kinkiness of it all: a young inexperienced schoolgirl reaches out to a lonely
man and they both learn a little bit about the things they are lacking: she
learns to be a woman and he learns how to love. In my story, SEX is another
character, is ever-present, is the reason they are drawn together. SEX is the
plot! This is, above all things, a romantic story... Do remember the title:
Conquest is Easy, Control Is Not. What do you think it means? Sex is the easy
part� *sighs* isn�t it always?

Conquest is easy. Control is not. By Florence
W. Snape

Chapter
6:

Her lips were
still trembling when they broke apart. Their kiss had been brief but intense
and his kindness had definitely taken her by surprise. Not that she had thought
a lot about what his kisses would be like, of course. She had contemplated the
idea a considerable but still sensible amount, Hermione thought as she cleaned
her lips with the sleeve of her robe, because she was nothing if not sensible. It
was fair to say, though, that she hadn�t been showing many signs of rational
behaviour lately. Fellatio in the Restricted Section of the library was
certainly not something a level-headed person would try and that much, at
least, she knew. Still she couldn�t help but think about him.

However, during
the many times she had let her mind drift to the chance of a kiss, not once had
the prospect of a gentle one crossed her mind. She had always daydreamed of
parted lips and tongues wrestling passionately, of irregular breathing and of
being pressed hard against a cold wall in the dungeon�s corridor or against the
cold tiles in his shower or against the cold stone floor in his bedroom or
against the cold marble of the stairs in the Entrance Hall or against the cold
glass in the green houses or against the cold bark of a tree in the Forbidden
Forrest (and of being fondled on many other cold surfaces, to be honest), but
never of a kiss so subtle, soft and delicate it would probably make Lavender Brown
write sonnets.

Though not
disappointing, it was still quite shocking. She hadn�t expected it. He had
always touched her with such need and his eyes had always twinkled with so much
lust and desire when aroused that a tender kiss had never been in Hermione�s
plans. His mouth had covered hers and she had parted her lips in response, but his
tongue never got inside her mouth. Instead he had kissed and licked his way
around her mouth, making sure to taste himself all over her until there was
nothing left.

As soon as it
had started, however, it was over. But he didn�t look angry or dissatisfied or
frustrated like he usually did when they broke apart. He was looking down at
her with a confused expression in his eyes, as though he had read an
unbelievable article in The Quibbler.
He was frowning, too, but she could tell he wasn�t about to yell at her so she
smiled slightly and stared down at her feet again.

Her knickers
were so wet, though, it was painful. It burned. The kiss, though very
un-Spanish, had done nothing to put out the fire inside of her. The stern look
on his face was doing just the trick, though. Was he about to tell her off for
doing something wrong? Nothing would traumatise her more than being told she
sucked at sex (again, not quite metaphorically).

�I am very
sorry about that, Miss Granger,� he said caressing her cheek tenderly, the
confused frown still on his face as he examined her.

�Why would you
be sorry?� she asked out loud, though she had meant it as a private thought.

�I shouldn�t
have done that,� he whispered caressing a couple of rebellious curls that were
framing her face, �I have no idea what took over me,�

He was talking
and he was definitely mumbling something that to the untrained ear would sound
like an explanation but Hermione was quite sure he wasn�t talking to her, not
really. He was still looking at her with that weird expression, not even
blinking, as if in the middle of a very severe trance. Even though he was
talking, Hermione thought still looking up, he didn�t seem aware of the fact.
The way he kept caressing her cheek and playing with her hair made her shudder.
Passionate Snape she could handle- or so she thought-
but this� this she wasn�t very sure.

So she was
surprised at her own frustration when Severus shook his head from side to side,
as if regaining control of his own mind, and stopped with his ministrations at
once.

�Continue with
whatever you were doing,� he barked as he grabbed Most Potente Potions back from the shelves. Checking his robes for the last time- he didn�t want to be
laughed at by Gryffindor first-years- he walked away from the library, away from
her, and away from whatever he had felt during those minutes in which he had
kissed her gently.

If she had to
be honest with herself- and Hermione, unlike Severus, almost always was- she was
rather upset. The way he had left after playing with her hair, just like that
after giving him a blowjob in the library, hurt her feelings. Of course, until
that kiss she had thought that �feelings�, �Snape� and �this stupid game� were
words that didn�t go together well- other words that didn�t usually go with
Severus� last name were: �shampoo�, �fun�, �feelings�, �easy-going� and
�birthday presents�. She smiled at this. When she was still in school, she had
listed all of the things that would make Professor Snape frown. It seemed a
lifetime ago, Hermione thought bitterly, that she had laughed while Ron read
the list out loud. She wasn�t sure she would laugh now. Back in those days,
Snape was not a person but a caricature and it seemed almost a waste not to
make fun of him. More and more everyday, it seemed to Hermione, Severus Snape
was starting to look like a human being, like a man, and although she liked the
idea when on her knees, she wasn�t sure kissing was the way to go for them. Shaking
her head from side to side exactly like Severus had done before, she exorcised
her head from all thoughts on the subjects and continued running her fingers over
the tomes, smiling slightly at the empty space were Most Potente Potions had been.

***

As Hermione
made her way back to the dungeons half an hour later, wondering out loud why he
hadn�t wished to fuck her yet when she had expressly agreed to do anything he
wanted, the voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted her:

�Miss Granger,�
she shouted, quickly walking to where she was, �Wait right there!��

Hermione turned
around. She loved Professor McGonagall, but if it was ever the time to reach
her chambers quickly, this was definitely it. She could smell Severus� musk on
her robes; she had �SEX� written all over her. Trying to look as coolly as she
usually did when talking to a professor as 1,000 unwanted thoughts flooded her
head- �so what if I decide to have sex at Hogwarts anyway? It�s not as if all of
her Gryffindor students are virgins,�- she smiled at the Transfigurations
Master when she finally reached her.

�Miss Granger,�
said Minerva, �I had been shouting your name for minutes before you turned
around,�

�I am sorry,
Professor,� she said apologetically, �I must have been thinking of something
else,�

She chuckled at
this. Professor McGonagall looked down at her curiously, as if trying to
decipher why her perfect star pupil would have messy hair and such dirty robes.
After a few moments of terrible silence in which Hermione had struggle with
herself to find the courage to ask the woman what she wanted, Professor
McGonagall finally said, very sure of herself, as if the conclusion was
irrefutable: �Severus is overworking you,�

�He is,�
Hermione answered timidly, and then added, �What can I help you with,
Professor?�

�Oh, thank you
for reminding me, Miss Granger,� she said taking a tiny book from her left
pocket and handing it to her, �Severus looked rather,� she paused looking for
the suitable word, �distracted when
he came into the staff room earlier. By the look on his face I am most sure
that he meant to have a word with Dumbledore regarding his Slytherin
first-years. In any case, he left this book behind,�

Hermione looked
at the tiny book resting on her palm. It read, in very small golden letters, �Most Potente Potions�. Surely
Professor McGonagall had charmed it to a smaller size so she wouldn�t hurt her
back carrying such a heavy tome. She smiled weakly. Why would he forget the
very same book he had been so keen on finding earlier in the first place?

�I was just
about to return it when I saw you down the corridor. I am certain you will make
sure he gets it,� she said confidently, sniffing Hermione and stepping back.
�You smell just like Severus,� she said very matter-of-factly. Hermione�s heart
jump at once, �You should really change your clothes from the ones in which you
prepare your experimental potions. What is it that you are creating now?�

Hermione
smiled. She really was clueless, bless her heart. Perhaps Professor McGonagall,
very much like herself when she had first arrived earlier in the summer, must
surely think of Snape as asexual. Or worse, maybe she thought of her in those
terms! Whatever it was, it had worked because she had confused the very
distinctive smell of bodily fluids with an experimental potion with no name.

�It�s a
secret,� she said winking while putting the very light book into one of the
pockets of her smelly robes. Her former Head of House smiled, very much in the
same way Severus usually did, and said her goodbyes.

Hermione felt
hopeful and happy all of a sudden. She now had an excuse to talk to Severus
and, perhaps, she would be able to find out why he�d been so distracted. She
wondered if it had anything to do with the kiss they had shared. He had
certainly looked distracted afterwards� but it was flattering herself too much.
She could make him cum- she was still proud about that one!-
but it took a lot more than a kiss and a blowjob in the library to get into
Severus� mind like that. Or at least she thought so.

She couldn�t
wait to find out, though. So when Hermione finally opened the door of the
dungeons with the book on her left hand, she was heartbroken to find that he
was not there.

***

When Severus
closed the door to his private rooms later that night he felt somewhat grateful
to the stars. It was indeed a miracle that Hermione Granger hadn�t been waiting
for him in the living room to have a word with him on fleeing the library after
their kiss and for that he was thankful.

He pressed his
back on the wooden door and sighed. He wasn�t sure what had made him flee either,
and even though he had his suspicions, he was in no way prepared to give
Hermione Granger any kind of explanations- not that he owe her any. He had been
a fool and that was all there was to know. The way in which she had reacted
after making him climax had been very arousing, and he just hadn�t been able to
resist the temptation of kissing her. But, what did make him kiss her in such a tender way? He had always planed to
finally give in and kiss her in the midst of passion, pressing his erection
hard on her belly, bruising her arms with his fingers, her lips swelled because
of the pressure but somehow- Severus couldn�t quite explain why- he had ended
up doing the exact opposite. Worst of all, he had come off looking confused,
paranoid and weak, three qualities that were rarely used when describing
someone who was in control.

He sighed yet
again, deeper this time.

�What�s done is
done,� he said while taking his cloak off and neatly folding it before placing
it on one of his leather chairs. Severus Snape wasn�t the kind of man to use
those words carelessly. He was, very much like Hermione, the kind of person who
sits and ponders on a possible solution until there is nothing left to think
about. There is no �leaving it to fate� for rationalists like them, even if
this usually means spending days staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

So uttering
those words was, by no means, easy for him. It meant that there was nothing to
think about, that there was no solution, that he had
done a very unwise thing and that thinking about it could only make it worse.
How much worse the situation could get, Severus did not know. He just wanted to
push those thoughts aside, throw himself onto his bed and fall asleep.

So a few
minutes later, after brushing his teeth and erasing all thoughts from his head
on the matter, he climbed into bed but was shocked to hear someone moan in
pain.

�OOOWW,�
Hermione cried as Severus sat on her stomach. Severus jumped from his bed at
once and without thinking about it twice he took his wand out from his sleeve
and pointed it towards the intruder who seemed to be grabbing their stomach
rather painfully.

�Lumos,� he said and a small beam of light
shinning brightly from the tip of his wand appeared immediately. Grabbing her
ribs was a young woman, not more than 20 years old, with bushy hair and dirty
black school robes. Severus� sharp sense of smell should have recognised a strange
odour but Hermione Granger�s robes smelled exactly like him, since neither one
of them had showered after their encounter in the Restricted Section.

�Miss Granger, what do you think you are doing here? I
could have hexed you to death,� he shouted, �Get OUT!�

But Hermione
didn�t move. She just kept massaging the place where Severus had sat, casting an
angry glance at him.

�I just wanted to return this to you,� she said, narrowing her eyes at him and placing the little
book on the bed, �Professor McGonagall said you forgot it in the staff room,�

�GET OUT!,� he yelled pointing his wand at her still, �and leave the
book,�

Hermione stood
up and held her head high. She knew it had been a bad idea to wait for him in
his chambers. She had known it then, but curiosity had overpowered her logic.
She had just wanted to smell his sheets, feel his mattress and take a look
around. But then she had made the terrible mistake of falling asleep with her
dirty robes on his bed and had woken up with his wand pointed at her nose. She
should have known better than to think Severus Snape would appreciate her
concern, understand her curiosity or even comprehend the circumstances that had
lead her to fall asleep in his bed- after all, she had been exhausted because of
his homework, because of his needs, because of his presence.

Hermione left
the small book on his night table- just over his copy of Asiatic Anti Venoms- and turned around to leave the room but
instead, said:

�Professor
McGonagall seemed to think you look rather,� she paused, ��what were her words
exactly? Oh yes, �distracted�. So I wonder,� she said, taking one step forward
so that she was just under his chin, �what could possibly trouble you enough to
make you forget a book I know for a fact you needed, right under Professor
McGonagall�s watchful eye?�

Severus
frowned. He had completely forgotten about the book. He had been so busy
thinking of a safe place to hide that the need for Most Potente Potions had evaporated.

�That�s none of
your business, Miss Granger. Now, GET OUT of my room or I shall be forced to
rip your contract into pieces,� he said, staring down at her in anger. He had
made a fool of himself, now he was sure of it, and he needn�t Hermione Granger
to remind him of it. No, whatever had taken over him in the Restricted Section
was gone now and he wanted nothing more than to get away from her forever.

And then
something remarkable happened. Hermione Granger unbuttoned the first button of
her robes and let them slither through her shoulders. She, then, went on her
knees and started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black trousers with
great proficiency. She knew her way around now after doing the exact same thing
earlier in the Restricted Section and she wasn�t afraid of showing him.

Severus was awestruck
by the way in which she had managed to take his pants off. He was now in his
underwear and his erection was embarrassingly flaccid. He couldn�t believe that
just when he had been about to give up, she had shown such eager predisposition.

She was rubbing
his shaft with one hand, tickling her clit with the other while staring up at
Severus all the time. He didn�t smirk in triumph for once. This was entirely of
her doing. He hadn�t planned to bed her, on the contrary. He had escaped like a
little girl and locked himself in his office while drinking liberal amounts of
Firewhiskey. Hermione Granger, on the other hand, had waited for him on his own
bed, had almost cornered him for answers and had taken a clear initiative for
sex. If he wanted to ever regain control of the situation, this was the time to
act. But, still, his pride was in the way. He just wanted to hear those words.

He caressed her
curls for a while as he watched her devour his cock and then, caressing her
jaw, he forced her to look at him again.

�Say you want
me to fuck you,� he said in a whisper. Hermione shivered in the cold air of the
dungeons but not because she was cold but because she was frightened. She was
almost sure she had nothing to be afraid of but the way in which he constantly
demanded more of her always made her tremble. So for what seemed like hours-
though it had barely been a minute- she stared up at him with her big brown
eyes as if trying to read through his eyes and into his mind. But she wasn�t a Leglimens so
after a while she spoke the only words she knew were true:

�Of course I
do,� she timidly said, staring at his cock now, too embarrassed to look into
his eyes. As soon as the words had come out from her mouth, she had regretted
it. The cold stones hurt her knees and all the excitement that had taken over
her as she took his clothes off was gone now. She felt stupid. She had gone too
far in assuming that she was any good at this.

If Hermione had
had the nerve to look up, she would have seen a big smirk on Severus Snape�s
face. But because she was too embarrassed, she didn�t and missed it completely.

�Miss Granger,
look up at me, please,� he said confidently. She did as told, �Very good. You
are a good girl, aren�t you, Miss Granger? Yes, undoubtedly you are. So now, if
you will, kindly tell me what you want me to do with this,� he said stroking his cock.

But Hermione
didn�t answer. She wanted to. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him to
fuck her; that ever since he had seen him take Penelope she had fantasized
about it; that she had ached for his touch every single time she had climaxed
in his presence, but she didn�t. She just stayed there, on her knees, with her
hands on her lap and her eyes fixed on the grey stones of the dungeons.

�I see,� he
said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Truth was he wasn�t
disappointed at all. In fact, this was the very thing he had hoped would
happen. It would have been nice to hear her say those words, on her knees, with
her big brown eyes staring at him in desire. But this was even better. This put
him in control again.

�Kindly remove
your clothes and sit on the bed, please,� he said as he took his own robes and
shirt off, until there was nothing left of him but his black socks. Hermione
silently took her clothes off too, but when she saw his socks she couldn�t help
but smile. What was she going to do with those socks? She reckoned he must like
keeping his feet warm because he couldn�t possibly think socks did the trick
for her. Still, those socks made him human. Professor Snape had always seemed
larger than God, unreachable, untouchable but watching him fold his clothes
before sex with those old socks still on made him mortal, a man, someone with
whom perhaps she could share something.

She was
thinking about that as she sat on his four poster bed, waiting for further
instructions. Even though his socks were certainly amusing, she was nervous.
She had no doubts in her mind that she wanted him to fuck her, to teach her, to
make her moan like he had made Penelope but still she couldn�t help but feel
self conscious about her body and about her incompetence when it came to sex.
So far, she hadn�t sucked (hmm) but she was sure she was far from reaching the
skills of the kind of scarlet women he surely visited often.

She covered her
bare breasts with her arms and crossed her legs when he finally turned around.
He smiled.

�No, no,� he
said shaking his head and walking to were she was, �you will do nothing of the
sort,� he said as he caress her knuckles gently. Hermione let go and exposed
her breasts to the chill air and to his hands which were exploring her chest
curiously.

�Lie down,� he
ordered after a while, too eager to show her a good time to wait. He was going
to make her shout that she wanted him to fuck her; she was going to want his
cock like she had wanted nothing before in her life. So parting her legs
slightly when she finally pressed her back against the mattress, he started
rubbing her clit softly and spreading her juices all over the place. He wanted
to taste it, to burry his tongue deep inside of her, but she seemed too tense,
too frightened to enjoy it.

�Miss Granger,
do relax,� he said very confidently as he licked his way up her stomach,
through her breasts and up her neck. When he reached her ear, his shaft
pressing hard on her lower belly, he whispered: �I am not going to hurt you. In
fact,� he said biting her lobe slightly, �you will absolutely enjoy this. I
want you to enjoy yourself. Will you?� he asked and then went back to licking
her neck.

�Y-yes,� she
said softly, eyes closed so as to enjoy the sensations on her neck even more.

�Good,� he said
with a brief smile as he went back to her entrance, slowly licking her stomach,
grinning at the anticipation so obviously plastered in her face. It was almost
too easy.

He grabbed her
waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed, exposing her to him. This time it
was Severus who cursed as the cold stones encrusted themselves on his bare knees.
The position was not at all comfortable for him but, like Severus knew all too
well, there is always a reward for pain. And, in this case, the prize was just
in front of him in the form of Hermione Granger�s pussy. He smirked as he
pushed his mouth into it, slowly opening her slit with the point of his tongue.
The scent and taste was mild; pleasant but intoxicating. Severus didn�t
hesitate to press his face into her even deeper, licking her wetness and
letting his face get wet from her excitement.

His nose,
though certainly not a handsome feature, was a tool when it came to pleasuring
women. He needn�t think about his next move because it came naturally to him:
with his oversized and crooked nose, he started rubbing her clit gently as he
pushed his tongue inside of her; a prelude of what was to come.

Hermione gasped
and arched her back, overwhelmed with the feeling of too many sensations at the
same time. She loudly moaned as his hands caressed her hips and was deeply
aroused by the sight of Severus� head buried deep between her legs who were
hanging idly from the edge of his four poster bed.

And then
without any kind of warning he slipped a finger inside, rubbing her walls all
too softly as he devoured her pussy with his mouth wide open. His tongue
rapidly played with her clit until she couldn�t take it anymore and yelled his
name.

�Severus,� she
said, bending her head back. She wanted him to make her cum at once or to stop
altogether; she had never known physical pleasure to be so excruciating.
Letting someone take control was a new experience for her. Back in her
chambers, whenever she had made herself cum thinking of this very moment, it
had been she the one in total charge of her ministrations, of her movements, of
the speed in which she rubbed her clit furiously but now he was the one in
control of her orgasm and it was total agony; a fantastic agony, a pleasing
agony but a mentally painful agony nonetheless.

Severus stroked
his cock with his free hand and smirked. She was severely mistaken if she
thought he was going to make this a quick and mediocre cunnilingus session. To
control her release was to control her mind and controlling her mind was the
only thing that interested him. He wasn�t going to make her cum until she
whispered the very words he had wanted to hear for so long. He had worked for
those words too hard to give up when he was so close. His shaft was throbbing
and his knees were in pain- he was certainly not a twenty year old boy anymore-
so he got up and was pleased to see the angry expression that took over her
face.

�Sit,� he
ordered and confused as she was, she still did as ordered. His pussy was
painfully wet and the mischievous look on his face made her feel stupid and
ignorant. If only she were more experienced�

�Open your
legs, Miss Granger,� he said and she did, narrowing her eyes at him in
suspicion. What was he up to?

But as soon as
that thought crossed her mind, she saw- and felt- his knee near her pussy and
she understood what she needed to do. Getting closer, she felt the protuberant
bones of his knee adjust perfectly to all her sensitive spots and without
hesitation she started rubbing herself against it, seeking her own pleasure as
Severus stroked himself freely, seeking the exact same thing also on his own.

�Oh, Merlin,�
she whispered as he stepped back, his knee glistening with her juices. He,
then, placed his other knee and watched as she rubbed herself against it too,
not embarrassed at all by the odd suggestion he had made. He knew, then, that
she was ready. Throwing himself on her and opening her legs wider so that his
hard shaft was mere centimetres away from her pussy, he whispered near her ear:

�Say it now,
Miss Granger. I need you to say that you want me to fuck you. Do you understand
this? Say it or I won�t do it,� he threatened grabbing his dick and placing the
tip at her entrance, ready to plunge as soon as she begged for it.

She moaned very
softly as she stared into his eyes, too shocked for words. Rubbing herself on
his knee should had been embarrassing but by now she knew all too well that her
mind didn�t work properly when he was around, arousing her like she had never
been aroused in her life. She wanted this, she needed this release, and she
wanted him to cum inside of her� so embarrassing herself a little bit more
shouldn�t be an obstacle at all.

�Severusss,� she hissed, ready to confess, �I�,�

But just as she
was about to beg, just as she was about to finally give in, to finally surrender
to his wishes, he placed his hands on her hips and in one firm thrust, he was
inside of her all the way.

So shocked was
Hermione that she opened her mouth to say something but closed it again as his
forehead pressed on her sternum, kissing her shoulder blade as gently as he had
kissed her earlier in the afternoon.

Slowly, he
started thrusting in and out of her, delighted at her tightness and wetness. He
couldn�t still quite believe that he had wasted the opportunity to hear her say
the words �Fuck me, Severus� but now that he had his dick buried deep inside of
her, words were hardly important. Sure enough, by the look of pleasure in her
face, there would be other times in which he would make sure to hear her say
it. �

Hermione gasped
for air as his thrusts became quicker. He had one hand on her breast, playing
with her nipple until it was painfully erect, and one hand on her bush, a thumb
rubbing furiously against her clit. He was pushing so hard against her that her
breasts were bouncing up and down with each movement and he was sure that if he
didn�t slow down he was going to climax well before she had reached her peak. So
he stopped and moved his cock around inside of her before resuming his plunging
even more furiously this time.

�Come for me,
Miss Granger,� he whispered with his soft velvety voice, �come
for me,�

Obedient Hermione
Granger always did as told, so when she wrapped her legs around his back to
deepen the contact between them, he knew she was about to climax. A few more
thrusts were all it took for the muscles inside her pussy to start painfully contracting
around his member, her juices running all the way down their knees. Severus
followed her orgasm with his own, spreading his seed on her stomach and even
though Hermione had wondered how it would feel to have a man cum inside of her,
she said nothing as his head hit the pillow beside her.

She was just
too tired to talk. She didn�t think it was wise for her to say anything either
but, biting her lip, she called for him.

�Severus,� she
whispered placing a hand on his back. He said nothing. He didn�t even move. He
could have died of a heart attack for all she knew. But still, the urge to say
what she had wanted to say in the midst of passion burnt inside of her.
Gathering all the Gryffindor courage she possessed and waiting for no reply she
cleared her throat and said, before turning around, closing her eyes and
falling asleep:

�I did want you
to fuck me,�

�
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