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Conquest Is Easy. Control Is Not	By : FlorenceWeasleySnape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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To the three people
that actually read this: I�m sorry this update took so long!
I�ve been having mid-terms (I live in Argentina!) and life has been
hectic. I am about to finish chapter 8 and I�ll post it next week for sure! It
would be FANTASTIC to have some feedback. What do you think about the story? Do
you like where this is going? Too many lemons? Too few? I�d love to know your opinion. Even flamers are
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Many thanks to my beta�s:
Beth, Melissa and Leigh. They rock my socks.

Enjoy chapter 7!

Conquest Is Easy.
Control Is Not, by Florence
W. Snape

Chapter 7:

When Hermione
woke up the next morning she was not at all surprised to find that he wasn�t
there. She hadn�t really expected him to be, not really, and certainly not
after the way he had handled himself in the library the day before. Still, she
couldn�t help but feel disappointed� and cheap.

Looking back,
she was certain she had felt nothing of the sort with Ron. Clumsy as he
undoubtedly had been, he had acted very much like she had always thought men
would after sex. He had been caring and considered and the grin on his face had
been the biggest one Hermione had seen in her life.

Severus had
been wonderfully erotic- just like she had expected him to- but she couldn�t
help but admit to herself that thinking about another man hours after sex was
not exactly a compliment but rather a sign that things hadn�t gone exactly like
she had hoped.

She closed her
eyes as she grabbed his pillow and put it between her thighs. Her mouth had never
felt drier and she was positive her breath was foul so perhaps it was a good
thing that he wasn�t around. After all, what had she expected; roses and
breakfast in bed? She knew better than that. She knew him better than that.

Of course there
were other things about Professor
Snape that she knew very well. Shocked at her own memories, she opened her eyes
and started slapping her forehead with her right hand in a very house-elfish
manner.

�What kind of
woman acts the way I did last night?� she asked to herself, pressing the pillow
tighter between her legs, �Certainly not a respectable one,�

Flashes of what
had happened the night before appeared clearly in her mind and, disgusted, she
shut them away. It took her a couple of minutes of deep breaths to calm down
after she remembered that she had actually rubbed herself against his knee like
a puppy. She sat down on the bed once her pulse had normalized and, angry at
herself still, she threw the pillow against the bathroom door.�

�Hermione,
Hermione�,� she whimpered to herself as she scratched her head, her hair a
mess, �You�ll be heading for St. Mungo�s any day now,�

She frowned
slightly at this; talking to oneself was hardly a sign of sanity and, like
everything else in her life for the past two months, she had him to thank for
that. What was she going to do now? After the way she had acted, there was no
way she was going to stay at Hogwarts under his apprenticeship. She had to be
insane to stay. Surely the lust potion he had obviously fed her was wearing off
because the idea of fucking Professor Snape again was repulsive, abnormal and
she hated herself for pursuing him in the first place.

Oh, it was all
because of that potion! She had no doubts in her mind now that she could think
clearly. Thinking about it hard, it was as if her brain had turned to jelly
after watching him with Penelope because she remembered doing very little but
thinking about him after that. The idea of being
Penelope had haunted her and then along came his gift and then his touch�
she had obviously lost her mind.

She panicked.
What time was it? When was he going to be back? What if he caught her before
leaving? How long would it take her to pack all of her things and move to France?
Hogwarts had never felt so scary before.

She stood up and,
wrapped in his sheets, headed to the door. Her hand was actually resting on the
doorknob when she heard the bathroom door open and turned around, taken aback.

�Oh,� he said
while drying his hair with a white hand towel and stepping over the pillow she
had thrown with a bored look on his face, �you�re here,�

Hermione said
nothing. Her first reaction had been to shout, to tell him off for being so
insensitive and to accuse him of feeding her a Lust Potion but instead- and
against all odds- she kept her mouth shut and stared at him in disbelief, as if
seeing him for the first time. He was definitely quite a sight without his
stupid socks on. His legs were pale but hairy and strong, his chest was wide
and intimidating, his arms were muscular and elegant, his hands- Hermione
shuddered- were beautiful but masculine and even though he was obviously trying
to conceal his stomach, she was certain she didn�t mind the tummy at all. Every
centimetre of his body screamed that he was a man and at this point Hermione blushed,
self-conscious about her own body and embarrassed about the whole situation.

�It�s impolite
to stare, Miss Granger,� he said with an amused smile as he walked to the
cupboard. He opened it to reveal an impressive quantity of black robes and
black cloaks that completely outnumbered his green and grey ones. Unable to
find proper words as he turned around revealing his back, she said the first
thing that came to her mind.

�Of course I am
here,� she answered, almost too loudly. She had a horrible sense of timing.

�Certainly,� he
said as he selected a pair of black robes for the day. Turning around to face
her, he let go of his towel and let it drop to the floor, a small smile
appearing in his face despite himself.

Hermione turned
around at once. It seemed bizarre that only a few hours ago it had been she to
actually suggest they have sex. Obviously- she had established this already
with her brain- she had been out of her mind. Her cheeks were burning furiously
as she said:

�Cover yourself,
will you,�

�Don�t be
ridiculous,� he said at once and then added with an almost bored tone, �in any
case, you can turn around now,�

She did so but
reluctantly and was glad to see that he had his pants on and was grabbing a
white shirt.

�Where are you
going?� she asked without thinking.

�That,� he said
as he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt, �is none of your business,�

Hermione felt
her cheeks burning again. She closed her fists hard, digging her nails deep on
her hand.

�Going to see
dear old Penelope?� she jealously asked before she could stop herself. As
repulsive as the thought of shagging Snape had been mere minutes ago, the idea
of sharing him with another woman gave her a stomachache. She could sense the
contradiction within her and frowned even more, furious with herself for
allowing him to stir such deep emotions.

�I might,� he
said defiantly, �since I am going to Diagon Alley for Potion ingredients, but I
doubt Penelope is a morning person,�

Hermione hadn�t
realized that she had been holding her breath the whole time he had been
talking. It was only when he spoke those last words that she remembered
something about breathing being very important and allowed her lungs to have a
bit of dungeon air.

�I am going
with you,� she said boldly, �I need potion ingredients myself. I could use with
a bit more of Jobberknoll feathers for that Memory Potion you are
making me brew,�

�I am not
�making you brew� anything, Miss Granger. If I remember correctly you were the
one to beg for this,� he wrinkled his nose in disgust, �apprenticeship. Nevertheless, if you insist on going I won�t stop
you from spending your Saturday carrying around bags and packages,�

For a moment
Hermione thought she�d seen his eyes twinkle with triumph but, on a closer
inspection, she realized that those eyes were incapable of ever producing a
twinkle.

�Perfect,� she
said, wrapping her body tightly with his sheets, �I�ll be ready in just a
minute,�

�I can hardly
wait,� he said nonchalantly, and then with a bit more of enthusiasm he added
pointing at his sheets, �I am afraid, however, that those shall remain in my
chamber,�

Closing her
fists even tighter and not looking back, Hermione let go of the sheets and
walked as graciously as she could back to her bedroom.

Hermione could
hardly see where she was going; the many packages containing rare potion
ingredients blocked her view completely.

�Why am I not
using a simple Locomotor spell
again?� she asked as she settled the packages on a table near Florish and
Botts, too tired to keep walking.

�Locomotor
spells are complex and I am afraid, though brilliant as Flitwick has always
said you are, that I cannot rely on your wrist at the moment. One false
movement and the dragon blood I�ve just acquired will be of no use,� he
explained.

Hermione said
nothing even though she knew for a fact that her trembling arms were far more
dangerous than her Locomotor spell gone wrong. She had the distinct impression
that what she thought on the subject was of little importance; he could get
away with anything because of that stupid contract she had signed. She
regretted her decision more and more everyday- why hadn�t she chosen Beauxbatons
instead? �She could be brewing potions
with a sight of the Mediterranean instead of
carrying heavy ingredients without magic through the crowded Diagon Alley.�

Grabbing the
packages once more, she followed him as the memories of that day in his
classroom took over her mind. She remembered her own excitement and the
happiness that had invaded her when he had finally signed. It had occurred to
her, though she had dismissed the thought instantly due to its absurdity, that
he could use the contract for sexual favours. Looking back, she couldn�t help
but feel stained. She had come to him innocently asking for his knowledge� and
what had she got in return?

�Knowledge,�
whispered a voice in her head. Again, she thought bitterly, hearing voices in
your head is a clear sign that St. Mungo�s is not very far away.

�Watch where
you are going,� he barked at her as she bumped into him.

�I�b soshy, shir,�
she said apologetically, grabbing a small package at the very top of the pile
with her teeth. His dragon blood had been this
close to smashing on the floor.

He turned
around and even though Hermione could see very little of his face, she was
almost sure he was smiling.

�Perhaps we
should take a break,� he said, taking the small package from her teeth, �we
haven�t had any breakfast,�

Hermione was
elated. Her stomach had been making strange noises all morning and since it was
nearly midday it was high time they ate something. She was glad he had asked,
though she was suspicious about it nonetheless. Severus Snape was rarely kind
or considerate.

When they
entered the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione remembered why she hated this place. It
was dark and dingy and it resembled the Hog�s Head remarkably with one tiny
exception: the few wizards and witches sitting in the Leaky Cauldron were far
more normal-looking than the crowd that had greeted Dumbledore�s Army in their
5^th year.

She sat down
after placing the packages carefully on a spare chair and looked around for a
waiter. There weren�t any, there was only Tom cleaning glasses behind the
counter, blissfully unaware that new clients had sat down in the left corner.

�What would you
like?� Severus asked standing up from his chair. He was obviously not going to
wait for Tom to take their order.

Hermione
scanned the menu quickly and settled for a burger. He smirked as he walked away
from her and returned shortly afterwards with a small bottle of butterbeer and
a glass of wine.

�Your burger,� he said with a look of utmost
disgust on his face, �will take a couple of minutes,�

�Oh,� she said
disappointed, �alright,�

She took a sip
of her butterbeer as he stared at her and found herself, yet again, at a loss
for words. This was bizarre. They were sitting in silence, waiting for their
order, taking large gulps out of their drinks to avoid conversation� and yet,
it almost seemed like a date. Indeed it was more of a date than anything
Hermione had ever had, with the possible exception of Viktor Krum asking her to
the Yule Ball in her 4^th year. Acknowledging this only made the situation
worse; choking on her butterbeer and spilling some of it on her front, Hermione
started giggling uncontrollably.

�What has
gotten into you, Miss Granger?� he asked, frowning, �Stop with this nonsense
immediately,�

It took a
couple of seconds for her actions to sink in and, again, she felt mortified.
Giggling? He was right: what had
gotten into her?

�He got into you and just last night,� a
voice said in her head. This made Hermione smile despite herself.

�I should have
never agreed to bring you here,� Severus said as Tom silently placed a burger
in front of her, �I was under the impression that you of all your Gryffindor
schoolmates were more mature. I see, sadly, that I was mistaken�

After that
remark, Hermione didn�t feel like talking or eating at all. She only
reluctantly opened her mouth to swallow the overcooked burger she had ordered
but her mouth had suddenly gone dry and even chewing seemed difficult.
Disgusted at her burger, she took two more bites, looked up at him and said:

�I am mature,�

�Oh, I see. My
apologies, Miss Granger� a giggling curse must have made you act in such an
adolescent way, then� said Severus, cutting his meat in small pieces, not
looking at her.

�No,� she
boldly said, �But that doesn�t mean I am not mature. You weren�t complaining
last night��

There was loud
noise as Severus� fork fell on his plate. Hermione jumped on her seat,
frightened.

�Miss Granger,�
he said slowly, his voice barely a whisper, �We are not to discuss what happens
in my bedroom in public,�

�And what about
what happens in the library or in your classroom?� she said, bending forward a
bit more, her eyes not leaving his, �Am I allowed to talk about what happens in
other places?�

When she had
been a student, the idea of provoking Professor Snape had never seemed wise and
yet now that she was his apprentice- and what else? Could she be his mistress
when he had no wife?- the idea was very arousing; it
gave her some control over a situation in which he was always the master.

She was obviously
expecting some kind of angry speech, a promise to never touch her again� something. Instead, he sat back, crossed
his arms across his chest and smirked. He seemed to be examining her and this,
more than the angry words that never came, made her feel uneasy. The silence
between them was nerve-wrecking and his gaze was burning her like unprocessed bobotuber puss.

�What?!� she
finally asked, scarlet in the face.

�Silence,� he
ordered as softly as he could, �Now, listen carefully. I am going to tell you,
beforehand, exactly what I am going to do and what I request of you and you, of
course, will do as you are told. Do you understand me, Miss Granger?�

�Y-yes,� she
said, stuttering. Despite her rant on how very mature she could be, his sexual
orders said in a whisper in the middle of a bar made it clear who was in
control.

�In a few
seconds, I am going to stand up from this chair and sit on the one next to you.
You will, then and only at my command, open your legs slightly. Under no
circumstances are you allowed to make a sound. Are we clear?�

�Crystal,� she said,
opening her eyes as wide as she could, eager to find out what he was about to
do but afraid all the same.

Exactly as he
had foreshadowed it, he stood up and sat on the chair nearest to her without
saying a word and with a poker expression on his face.

Hermione gasped
as his hand lifted her robes and caressed her knee. Too embarrassed to look
straight to his face when his bare touch had sent shivers down her spine, she
looked the other way hoping that no one in the dimly lighted Leaky Cauldron
could see what they were doing.

She, then, felt
the same hand move to her inner thighs and she had to bite on her tongue in
order to remain silent. Still not looking at him, she grinned nonchalantly at
Tom, the bartender, who smiled a toothless smile back.

But just when
she was completely sure that the sight of Tom had killed her libido, his hand
reached her knickers and she moaned softly. Knowing perfectly well that she had
disobeyed him, she turned her head fast to examine his features but found a
small grin instead. He loved it, didn�t he? He loved knowing that drawing
little eights with his finger above her knickers did the trick for her and that
he needn�t do anything else to shut her up. Swearing to herself, she promised
to have a little bit more of self control next time.

Opening her
legs wider, she let him play with the hem of her knickers and once inside she
let him brush her clit innocently with his fingertip. He wasn�t being
aggressive at all; he was slowly but persistently arousing her and as she
sighed and pressed her back against the back of her chair, she thought that she
rather liked it when he was gentle to her.

�Now, Miss
Granger,� he whispered, �I am going to return to my seat across from you.
However, do keep your legs opened. I am going to perform a little trick that I
think you might enjoy,�

Hermione was
puzzled. He was doing just fine manually, why the constant need for magic?
Being Muggle-born she was rather attached to the concept of having sex in a
Muggle way without any kind of magical aid.

Her opinions on
the subject, however, were about to change. Muttering a few words under his
breath with his wand pointing at her crotch from under the table, he cast a
simple spell that sent constant vibrations to her clitoris.

At once she
felt her body react to the ripples being sent by his wand; her back arched
pushing her hips forward and she let a soft moan escaped her lips. Her body
posture was bizarre but no one seemed to have noticed. Severus expressions were
as bored as they could be but she could see the desire burning in his eyes and
was almost sure that if she were to touch him between his legs, she would find
him hard and ready to plunge into her.

This line of
thought, however, wasn�t helping.

�Hogwarts,� she
said, her breathing irregular, �Castle� now�

�I am afraid
that is not possible,� he said looking at her plate, �you have yet to finish
your meal,�

He couldn�t be
serious. Was he actually going to make her finish her burger while he kept
sending those vibes under the table? Her clit was painfully sore but the need
to touch herself had never been more intense.

�Are you
serious?� she asked, banging her hands on the table to prevent them from
exploring.

�I am,� he
simply said, �and I am going to wait until you are finished. If you manage to
find control within yourself you will be rewarded,�

And once again,
he sat back, crossed his arms and stared her, examining his expressions with-
this time she was sure- a look of triumph and lust in his face.

With her elbows
painfully resting on the table, she started taking big bites out of her burger.
This, Hermione thought, was the most humiliating experience of her life. What
could he find arousing about watching her devour a hamburger anyway?

She jumped on
her seat when a powerful ripple reached her and she had to take another bite in
order to muffle her moans. Slowly she started rocking her hips against the wood
of the chair because any kind of friction was good friction when you aren�t
allowed certain liberties. Her knickers were damp and she had started to sweat�
food had never been more unappealing. Thinking about the rewards, however,
helped her cope. What could he possibly give her if she finished her meal without
succumbing to temptation? And as she continued to take big bites out of her
burger and gulping down large amounts of butterbeer, she let her mind wander on
the kind of things he could consider a reward. She was too new on this whole
thing� what did he know about her own body that she didn�t? What could she
possibly like more than having him inside her? Maybe he was just talking about
that, maybe she was setting her hopes too high� or maybe not.

It took her a
couple of minutes to realize that she had finished with her task. Severus was
still smirking at her but she could tell that he had wanted her to finish as
soon as possible too.

�Very good,� he
said, raising his eyebrow, �Very good indeed. You will be rewarded. Finite Incantatem,�

Hermione felt a
little bit disappointed when the continuous waves that had threatened her
sanity stopped. She was sore and wet to her thighs� what were they waiting for?

�Should we�er�
Apparate?� she asked, crossing her legs at once.

�No,� he whispered
softly as he searched his robes for Galleons, �We�ll take a room here,�

Hermione�s
stomach turned. What would all these people think if they saw her climbing the
stairs with Professor Snape? Would rumours that she was sleeping with her
former teacher spread quickly within the Wizarding world? Ron was surely going
to have a heart attack if he knew�

�No one here
cares about our business, Miss Granger,� he said standing up, concealing his
erection with his black cloak, �However, you will go upstairs first and I will
follow you shortly,�

Hermione
watched as Professor Snape gave Tom a handful of Galleons and whispered what
was sure to be instructions on what to do with the many ingredients they had
bought that morning. She wondered how many times he had done this with Penelope-
or with any other woman for that matter- and the idea made her extremely
jealous. Ever since this morning- since last night- the idea of having to share
him, of being just �one more�� made her feel extremely uneasy. She should have
known better than to start messing around with Professor Snape.

She turned her
head around once again and was surprised to see that he was no longer there.
Tom, however, was limping his way though the tables towards hers.

�This way,� the
old man said, grinning excitedly. The idea of that man knowing what they were
going to do gave her the creeps. It, also, strengthened her beliefs that it
wasn�t the first time Severus Snape had invited a lady to the Leaky Cauldron.

She climbed the
stairs following Tom to room 13 and, once alone, sat on the bed, oblivious to
the wetness between her legs. He wasn�t there. What if he had tricked her into
this room and stood her up? He was capable of worse things, why not this? He
had always despised her for being friends with Harry Potter and for being in Gryffindor.
Why would a Slytherin pass on an opportunity to make the life of a Gryffindor
miserable?

She stood up
and started walking to the door, angry at herself for being so stupid, when she
heard a loud POP behind her.

�Leaving?� he
asked, taking his cloak off. The tent in his pants was impressive and Hermione
was no longer mad at herself but proud- she
was responsible for that. The idea
that her control over her own orgasm could make him so hard sent a clear signal
to her crotch.

�No,� she lied,
pressing her back to the door.

�Good,� he said
while walking to where she was.

Once close
enough so that the hems of their robes touched, he looked straight into her
eyes as if asking for permission for what he was about to do and pressed his
erection on her belly, his nose playing with hers, teasing her with the idea of
a kiss that wasn�t coming. Without breaking contact, he lifted her left leg to
his hip and pressed even harder, rubbing himself on her.

Hermione opened
her mouth to moan but was muffled once again, this time by Severus� mouth who
claimed hers in a kiss that wrecked of passion and need.�

Years later
Hermione would reflect upon this very night and wonder what made her wrap her
arms around his neck and press him harder to her mouth but she would find no
answer except that perhaps this was the end of their beginning.

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