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Snape's Apprentices	By : Lalani Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 26282 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seven
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Severus was still chuckling a few moments later. She had looked like a deranged witch who was going to attack him and dismember, just so she could plop down on his lap and have the fierce expression on her face morph into confusion. He grabbed her by the waist and made himself comfortable on the chair. He would be getting her up into the bedroom later, but first they would be talking. He did not want her to have any false impressions about their time together or her apprenticeship. He was not interested in a serious relationship, but still demanded exclusiveness while he was involved with a witch. And after her apprenticeship, he would probably be already bored with her and she could go on with whomever she wanted. Well, she could still do that as his apprentice, but she would have to start paying her way through the rest of it.
“Are you comfortable, Miss Granger?” he asked her, with a smirk on his face. She blushed prettily at that and nodded. He chuckled again, bevor lifting his right hand and with a snap of his fingers divestoed them of their cloaks and scarves. He looked appreciatively at her coral coloured, form-fitting sweater. It was relatively low cut, showing off her creamy cleavage. He dipped the fingers of his right hands into her cleavage and softly started stroking what he could reach of her breasts, while his left hand wandered around to the small of her back, bringing her closer. Her crotch was directly above his growing erection and when he slightly shifted his hips, she gave a small gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lower lip in obvious pleasure.
“Well then. There is a reason to why I have brought you here.” He said. At his words, her eyes snapped open and she looked at him with desire written all over her face. Her arms lifted and she put them around his neck.
When she pursed her lips like a little child waiting for a kiss, he couldn’t help the smirk that spread all over his face.
“Yes, that too, Miss Granger. First of all, though, I have an offer for you.” The amusement was clear in his voice and the embarrassment was all over her face. She blushed even more and she started pouting. His smirk turned into an actual smile. He might never admit it, but her pout was adorable. At that, he checked himself. That was the second time he thought her adorable. He was not a man that was prone to thinking women adorable! He wiped the smile off his face and took on a stern expression, but from the answering smile on her face the damage was already done.
“I have seen your work during detentions this last week and I must say, that while you are exceedingly annoying during class, when out of it, you are not as exasperating. I have thought about this for quite some time, but have finally come to a decision. I would like to officially offer you an apprenticeship with memmpphhh!” He was interrupted, when she squealed and started kissing him wildly, muffling the rest of his words. Her kisses were inexperienced, but excited and passionate. He let himself respond almost instantly, not having the strength to break away.
When she felt him respond, she slowed down a bit and let him take control of the kiss. He angled his head slightly and started dragging his closed lips over hers, before taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled on it. She gasped slightly and he licked her open lips first, wetting them before he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, wrapping it around hers. He massaged her tongue with his and she started making little mewling noises in the back of her throat. She caught up quickly and matched his kiss bit for bit. He groaned aloud when she started shifting her hips, rubbing herself all over his crotch. His left hand went down to her ass and he grabbed it forcefully, stilling her movements by pressing her up to him, belly to belly. She gave a small frustrated groan, that became a mewl of disappointment when he stopped the kiss.
“I am not done talking, Miss Granger!” he growled, while breathing heavily. Damn, she was one hot little piece. He wanted to get everything on the table and give her the contraception potion before he took her. He did not want any of the drama that came with any teenage expectations.
“Can we not talk later?” she asked him, still breathless. All of the initial embarrassment had fled her and now she seemed just aroused.
“No. There are things we must talk about before we do this.” He answered, putting his right hand on her thigh and slowly dragging it up and down. He just couldn’t stop himself from touching her. “First of all, your apprenticeship will take four years. I know, three are more common, but I am offering you a joint Masters’ Degree. I am not only a Potions Master, but a Spells Master, too. You will be learning both. There are a great many potions that need both. I know, most Potioneers have a second degree in Arithmancy or Herbology. If you want either, you will have to find another Potions Master. I have never found a need for advanced knowledge in Arithmancy, you can buy the books and study it on your free time. Herbology is only of importance if you need regulated ingredients. I have never found a need to brew illegal potions, so I have no problem with purchasing them from Apothecaries. Of course, I have also had Professor Sprout and the Forbidden Forest at my disposal. I, personally, will always have access to the Forest and the Hogwarts greenhouses. It is your choice. But know this. Potions that need a series of complicated spells are usually more expensive to purchase. The earnings will be enough to afford the more expensive ingredients you might have to purchase for others.” He stopped talking for a moment, letting her absorb everything he said.
“I understand. I have never thought about it that way. Still, a Spells Mistress apprenticeship would take three more years, while a Herbology apprenticeship only one. I can always do that after. I have one question, though. I want an apprenticeship where Draco can come along too. I know this is unusual, but he isn’t getting any offers. Would that be a part of your offer? Because without, I will not agree.” She said, wincing slightly at giving him an ultimatum to his face.
He frowned slightly, but figured it was a good thing she was assertive enough to make sure Draco was involved. He would ask about her fondness for Draco later.
“Yes, he is part of the offer. It is, to be honest, one of the main reasons I am offering you an Apprenticeship. I find your loyalty…impressive. There will be a difference between you two, though. Draco’s apprenticeship will be completely payed for by his father. That means room and board, his supplies, everything. His father will be paying me something akin to a salary. The only thing Draco will have to do is show up and learn until your lessons are over. Unless you can offer the same, you will have to do extra work around here. Nothing that is not related to your apprenticeship, I can guarantee you. You will be cleaning the lab, keeping it in order. You will be working in the gardens alongside me and taking care of them. Everything you get that Lucius gets for Draco will be supplied by me.”
“But how will I be recompensing you for the supplies? Garden work and cleaning work seems a bit...well, it doesn’t seem enough.” she asked. He smirked at that, curious to see her reaction to his answer.
“If we had been at Hogwarts, you would have been taking over lessons for me. Here, Miss Granger, you will have a traditional apprenticeship. You will be paying with your body.” He answered, while shifting his still erect cock under her crotch.
Her breathing hitched and she stared at him with big, round eyes, obviously surprised, but still answering with a slight grinding of her own. She was a passionate witch and he could barely wait to get her upstairs and naked.
“My body?” she asked with a small sigh, as if it was the very thing she had wished for. Which she probably had, if he really thought about it.
“With your body, Miss Granger. Which, in more detailed terms means that you might have your own rooms, but you will be sharing my bed every time I wish for it. I will have access to your body every time I want and you will neither date nor sleep with anyone else during that period. You do not have to do everything I demand of you, if you only want traditional intercourse that is within your rights. If you do not want this or want to date someone else, you can always do so, but then you will have to pay, the same way Draco does. The apprenticeships will have to be registered at the ministry, be clear about that. We have to register the payment and the amount. Which means that everyone will know what is going on.”
She stared at him and started to shake her head at the last part, before she seemingly thought of something and narrowed her eyes at him.
“You are only taking me on because of Draco. And you are only doing it now because you know I want you and that you can offer me a traditional apprenticeship. That is the only way no one would ask questions why you took on a Gryffindor, a Muggle-Born, as an apprentice. You can give Draco a respectable apprenticeship without being called a Voldemort-Sympathizer again and the Malfoys can redeem their name a little bit by being associated with me. And that is the reason why Mr Malfoy lets me hang around his son all the time.”
He froze under her, not expecting her to actually figure it out this quickly. He waited for her to explode in a fit of rage and tell him to shove it, but then she surprised him by sighing and snuggling up to him. She put her head on his left shoulder. He could feel her warm breath wash over the side of his neck and it raised Goosebumps all over his body.
“That is partially true, Miss Granger. But you are forgetting something very important. You are an acceptable Potioneer. Not excellent, obviously since you are still a student, but good enough that I can build on that. If you put as much effort into this apprenticeship as you have in your grades at Hogwarts, you will become a very good Potions Mistress. If you work harder, you might actually become one of the best. I firmly believe that, or I would not be offering you this opportunity. I would not link my name to a sub-par Potions Mistress. You helping the Malfoys is just a little extra. And the other reason why I am only offering this now that I know of your feelings is partially right. There are still Death Eaters on the loose and Dark Lord Sympathizers. If they saw me as a ‘Muggle-Lover’, they would try to hunt us both. This way, it would look like I was using you. You are a smart witch, Miss Granger, which is why I am telling you the whole truth. For you, although it might be embarrassing to a Muggleborn, this is an opportunity. I will not steal your work and sell it as my own. If you help with a Potion and it is sold, you will get your share. The money will be put into an account for you until you finish and then given to you. You will have enough money to open an Apothecary or start your own research. All of this might…cushion the whispers you will be receiving from anyone else. But always remember: after you are done, you will not be in debt like most of your classmates, you will be free, with a degree and an account full of galleons.” He said softly.
He felt her take a deep breath. “And Draco? Will there be an account for him, too?”
Severus sighed softly. He really needed to ask about their relationship. He thought the boy had someone else, but maybe he was playing two fields?
“No. Draco will have enough money when he is finished with his apprenticeship. His grandfather left him a trust fund, to be released after he has successfully finished one. Even after repaying his father he will have enough money left. If he complains, always remember that you are doing him a huge favour. He will be forever in your debt.” When she lifted her head to protest, he hushed her.
“He will be in your debt, Miss Granger, and so will his parents. With his mother, that links you to the Blacks and with the Blacks to the Lestranges. That are three Pureblood Families in your debt Miss granger. For a Muggleborn that is a huge advantage! Never give that away, never release him from that debt just because he is a friend.”
“And you? Will you not be in my debt, too, because I am helping you help a friend?” she asked him, with a sly look on her face.
He was surprised at her Slytherin-Logic, but turned on to. She was no doormat, this young woman.
“Are you sure you are not a Slytherin in disguise, Miss Granger?” he asked her with a smirk.
“Well, the hat did think about putting me into Slytherin, too, but then decided I was better suited for Gryffindor.” She answered him, smirking back at him, “and you have not answered my question, Professor.”
“Yes, normally I would be in your debt, too. But since I am giving you a share of my income and the opportunity to be your own woman, that pays that debt in full, don’t you think Miss Granger?”
She chuckled at that and rolled her eyes.
“So, do you accept?” he asked her, suddenly nervous about her answer.
She looked at him silently for a while, searching his eyes for something. She stood up from his lap and took a seat in the other armchair, still silent and thinking. He, too, stood up and went over to the robes he had spelled away earlier, that had landed on the side table where, at Hogwarts at least, he kept his Tea-Set. He searched his robes until he found the Potions and put them in his pockets. He would not be taking his robes upstairs with them later.
He slowly turned around and leaned against the side table, watching her stare into the flames, thinking about his offer.
He dipped into her thoughts, still unsettled by the ease at which he could do it. It shouldn’t be possible, for him at least, without eye contact.
She was thinking about the repercussions of everyone thinking about them, he saw. While she wasn’t embarrassed to be sleeping with him, she did not want it common knowledge. She wanted her sex-life to be private. He could actually relate to that. If it wouldn’t be so dangerous for them both, he would have faked the registry, just because she was helping Draco. Even Lucius had offered to pay for her apprenticeship, anonymously, but he had declined that. Money could always be followed to its source. And there were more than enough Death eaters still working at the Ministry. He wouldn’t want her to be in Lucius’ debt, anyway. He might be his best friend, but he was still a manipulative arsehole. He would have found a way to collect.
Her thoughts whirled around in her head, making him slightly dizzy, when she suddenly came to a conclusion, bumping him out of her head before he could see what that conclusion was. He felt his reality shift slightly, because he was completely entrenched in the spell.
Damn it, he thought viciously, what is it with her that corrupts the spell like this? I cannot get a handle on her thoughts!
She turned towards him, opened her mouth to speak but then saw him sway slightly on his feet.
“Professor!” She cried, practically leaping out of the chair and running towards him. She put her hands on his chest to steady him. “Are you alright, sir? What is it?”
“I am fine, Miss Granger, do not worry. Have you come to a conclusion? I would like to know now.” He answered, while standing straight again. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to distract her. She glared at him a moment for his evasion, but then sighed and relaxed into his arms.
“While I would rather not everyone at the Ministry know about our…relationship, I agree to your offer. I would though, add two things. The money in the account. Can we agree that it will be given to me sooner if I decide to end our physical relationship? I, in all honesty, doubt that will happen, but you never know.”
He stared at her for a moment, never having thought of that loophole. For a wild moment he thought of refusing her request, already jealous of the imaginary, might-be lover she actually didn’t have at this moment. He immediately reigned in his darker side and thought about it rationally. An unwilling witch in his bed was a bad idea. If she ever told anyone he had refused, no one would actually hire him anymore or buy his Potions. And putting it in the registration at the ministry would make him look less sinister to everyone.
“Very well, Miss Granger, we will put that into the contract. Adding to that, should I seek to end our physical relationship, all the other agreements will stay as they are. You will still get the money at the end of your apprenticeship.”
At this, she smiled up at him in relief. Obviously he had spoken out loud what else she had been thinking. He decided to get into her good graces a bit further, he wanted her to feel comfortable with him. He told himself it was completely self-serving and had nothing to do with him already feeling sorry for the stares and whispers she would definitely receive.
“If it would make you feel better, we can keep up the original registration for a timed period, before we change the registration, with me ‘ending’ the physical part. We could actually still continue it, but it might make it easier for you in the long run.”
“Does the Ministry really need to know all of that?” she asked him, quietly. He sighed at this, completely understanding her reluctance.
“Yes. We have to pull up a contract, witnessed by a solicitor and registered at the Ministry, so if one of us breaks the contract, there is evidence of the agreements. And even if not, I would have spread the word about a traditional apprenticeship, anyway, to cast away the suspicions.”
“Why is it called a traditional apprenticeship, anyway?”
“Well, this practice started a very long time ago, even before Merlin was born. And back in those days not everyone had actual money for anything, especially to pay for an apprenticeship. Usually people would trade goods with each other. The same with apprenticeships. So the Master and the Apprentice decided to exchange the teachers’ knowledge with whatever the Apprentice was willing to give. And, traditionally, it was sexual favours. It grew out of favour when more and more people started to work for coins and later galleons. Nowadays it is practically unheard of, only some of the very old Pureblood families do that and then in secret only, counting on the other families honour to hold them to the deal.” He answered her calmly.
“I see. You do know, though, that Professor McGonagall will rip you into tiny little shreds when she hears of this?” she said with a little giggle at the end.
He stiffened at this, not having thought about that much.
“Well, by the time that detail will come about, we will be safely living here, away from Hogwarts. We will wait until graduation before you sign your contract.” He decided. It was better this way.
“She will find us here anyway, you know?” she said with a giggle. It turned into a small laugh when she felt his shudder of fear.
“I will figure something out. But since this is out of the way, we can continue with the rest of our weekend. Here, drink this.” He said, pulling out the contraception Potion out of his pocket and giving it to her.
By the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what this potion was. He wondered briefly how she knew this, but discarded the thought quickly. She opened the vial carefully and drank it down. She licked her lips when she finished, making his pulse jump.
He took the vial, put in on the side table and apparated them to the bedroom upstairs.
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