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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33391 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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“M'ello.” She mumbled sleepily into her mobile phone, glancing quickly at her watch she saw that it was just past 2:00 a.m.

“Hermione, it's Harry. Snape's been arrested.”

“What?” She gasped into the phone, wide awake now. “Why? Is he at the ministry or Azkaban.”

She heard Harry's loud sigh on the other end of the phone. “He wasn't taken in by the Ministry, he was arrested by Muggles. Something about assault and resisting arrest. He's in Muggle jail. I don't have all the details yet.”

“Oh shit.” She mumbled.

“Oh shit is right. This is really, really bad, Hermione. The Minister is not happy.”

“Where are you now?” She asked, sitting up and reaching for a pad of paper.

“I'm on my way to the Muggle jail now. I've got Ron with me.”

“Alright. Just let me get dressed and I'll meet you there.” Hermione sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her short hair. “Oh Severus.” She sighed. “What have you gotten yourself into now?”

“Another one, right here.” Severus snapped his fingers at the bartender and pointed to his empty glass. Grabbing it as soon as the man was done pouring, he tossed it back and grimaced as the warm liquor slid down his throat. The bartender shook his head and quickly filled his glass again. “Do you have a problem?” Snape glared at the amused man.

“No problem at all Mate.” The bartender shook his head. “If you've got the quid, I've got the booze.”

Reaching into his pants pocket, Severus slapped a wad of Muggle money on top of the bar.

“Like I says.” The man behind the bar grinned. “No problems at all.”

The black haired Wizard picked up the glass and slowly swirled the amber liquid around. Taking a small sip, he let his eyes take in his surroundings. The tiny muggle pub was dark and dingy. He couldn't remember walking inside and taking a seat on the bar stool. After leaving the Counselor's office he had roamed the streets blindly, struggling to tamp down the rage of emotions tormenting his brain.

“Lily. Fuck.” He sighed. Didn't they understand he didn't want to talk about Lily? He didn't want to think about Lily. Why wouldn't they just leave him the fuck alone? Hadn't he given enough of his life already? Didn't they understand he just wanted to get drunk and sleep and fuck and try not to think; try not to feel the loneliness? Holding up his glass, he signaled for another drink. 'And his parents? Why in Merlin's name would he every want to think about, let alone talk about them? Did he really need to be reminded just how unloved and unwanted he'd been and still was?' Tossing back his drink, he held the glass up for another. His anger was burning off the alcohol as quickly as he drank it. 'What was it the little chit had said? It wasn't his fault? Was that supposed to make it hurt less? Make it less lonely? Make him feel less guilty for the things he'd done?' Growling, he tossed back another drink.

“Are you looking for a date?” A twangy voice pulled him from his ruminations, he turned his head and stared down at the plump, overly made up, overly teased prostitute. “You look like you could use some company?” She said, pulling herself up on the bar stool next to him, her eyes fixed eagerly on the wad of money in front of him.. “Why don't you buy Candy a drink and she can make all your worries disappear.”

“Hermione!” Harry waved at her from in front of the police station, his Auror robes had been replaced by a smart three piece business suit.

“Who are you meant to be?” She asked, looking him up and down.

“His Barrister.”

“Mmmm.” She grunted, gazing up at the formidable building. “What's going on? How long has he been here?”

“Over six hours we think.”

“What?” She gasped. “Why didn't anyone call me sooner?”

“We didn't know.” Harry sighed. “You never said he was your patient.”

“Well I couldn't, could I? Doctor, patient confidentiality? Ever heard of it? So how did you find me?”

“McGonagall.”

“He called McGonagall? How? I didn't think she had a mobile.”

“She doesn't.” Harry sighed.

“So how..............................? Her voice trailed off, confused.

“That's what took so bloody long.” Harry growled, clearly annoyed. “Snape called Draco, who apparently does have a mobile, but had no idea what to do to help, so he sat on the information for a few hours before finally deciding to tell his father. The senior Mr. Malfoy, for reasons best known only to himself, decided not to do anything at all. Fortunately he happened to mention to Narcissa that Snape was in Muggle jail. Narcissa flooed McGonagall, who in turn flooed me, and I called you. So now,” he pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily, “he's been in Muggle custody for over 6 hours and we have no idea how we're going to contain the incident.”

“Well what happened? Why was he arrested in the first place?”

He closed his eyes and moved his hips slowly, feeling the wonderful wet squeeze on his swollen cock. Licking his lips, he watched in his minds eye as the image of Lily formed before him, her red hair spread out across a clean white pillow, her green eyes filled with lust as she gazed up at him.

“Oh fuck.” Gripping the plump prostitute's hips tightly, he thrust rapidly, keeping the image of a naked Lily before him. He frowned when the scene suddenly shifted and red hair slowly morphed to brown, it's length retreating, Green eyes became whiskey brown as he stared down into the face of Hermione Granger.

“Fuck.” He groaned low in his throat, his rhythm faltering as he tried to turn his mind back to Lily.

“Severus.” His fantasy Hermione moaned, suddenly on her hands and knees before him, his hand buried in her soft hair.

“Lordy but you can fuck.” The prostitute moaned, pulling him back to reality. “If I'd have known yer cock was this big, I might'd offered you half price. Keep hittin' me sweet spot like yer doin' and I think I might even come.”

Severus eyes flew open and he gazed down in horror at the plump woman before him. He yanked his hand out of her teased and spray sticky hair. Closing his eyes tight, he tried to pull back the image of Hermione. His eyes flew open again when the whore moaned loudly.

“Shut up.” He growled, pressing her head and face down into the dirty mattress. “I'm paying you to fuck not to talk.”

“Whatever you say, deary.” The prostitute moaned again. “It's your bob.”

Holding her head down, he moved his hips brutally; trying desperately to return to the image of Hermione, or even Lily; anyone but this trollop before him, but it was no use, the moment was gone. His balls ached and he was ready to come. Growling, he moved his hips rapidly, chasing his release. He was vaguely aware when the prostitute cried out and came, her walls squeezing and flexing around him. Throwing his head back, he roared loudly as he climaxed, his cock jerking as it emptied inside of her.

Pulling up his trousers, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wad of cash. Peeling off some bills he handed them to her, returning the rest to his pocket.

“Pleasure doing business with you. It's not often a punter can make me come.” She giggled almost girlishly. “Don't forget old Candy the next time you're looking for some slap and tickle.”

Stumbling a little, he slammed the door to the room, wanting to put as much distance between himself and 'old Candy' as he could. Stepping out into the cool night air, he took several deep breaths, trying to clear away the stink of stale sex from his nostrils. A gravely voice spoke out from the shadow of the old building.

“Why don't you step on over 'ere and gimme all yer money.”

“It's in his front trouser pocket.” Candy's voice said from behind him.

Whirling around, Severus recognized the bartender from the pub, he was holding a pistol pointed directly at his chest. “I ain't got all night.” The man growled, motioning with his gun. “Gimme yer money. Now.”
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