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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Snape took some time to regain his equilibrium before going in search of the girl. He removed the stasis spell from the potion, chopping or crushing the ingredients he had left on the board before adding them to the cauldron. He wrote each step and his observations in the thick notebook he had retrieved from the drawer.
The familiar rhythm of the knife against the wood finally soothed him, and before long he was beginning to wonder if he hadn't over-reacted and been too harsh on the girl. She may be smart enough to figure out from the ingredients he had left out that he was making an antidote of some sort. Even if she saw the venom,however, there was little chance that she could guess exactly what he was trying to neutralise.
It was also unlikely the Dark Lord would want to see her again. He had what he wanted from her: obedience, in body at least. Hopefully that would be enough for now, especially with him concentrating on preparing for a final conformation. And after that… well Snape just had to pray that the Dark Lord wouldn't be around after.
Snape completed one last step and watched the potion turn a shade redder. He noted the colour change down in the notebook and recast the stasis spell over it. He would complete it later that evening. The potion would not yet work well enough to be a cure for the venom, but he had a good idea of what to change to make the next batch more effective. He wasn't even completely sure why he had decided to start working on such a dangerous potion, except that something about the nightmare the girl had had a while ago had worried him enough to risk being caught creating it.
Snape tidied the workbench and scourgified everything before leaving the lab and going in search of the girl. He found her sitting on the floor on their sparring room, her arms curled around her legs. He had expected her to have been upset, but there were no traces of tears on her face, and she was just staring blankly at the floor in front of her. After a few moments she noticed his presence, and slowly stood up to face him.
"Is it time to practise?" she asked emotionlessly.
"Yes," he replied, frowning. He was becoming more and more concerned about her state of mind. She was becoming too detached, too accepting of whatever happened around or to her. Nothing seemed to get much of an emotional rise out of her anymore. He hoped the exercise would perk her up a little. Judging by what he knew of her, as well as the effort she put into mastering everything he taught her, and how hard she endeavoured to beat him when they duelled, he assumed that she must be getting some sort of pleasure out of it.
Snape stalked across to the other end of the room, throwing his frock coat off and undoing the buttons on his shirt collar. As he turned back to face her he noticed her gazing at the rarely exposed skin at his neck. The girl's expression hadn't changed, but her eyes had turned dark and hungry at the sight.
Snape swallowed, feeling strangely exposed, and had to fight the urge to do up his high collar again. He ran a finger under the material around his neck as a prickly heat swept through him, and he felt his cock twitch in response to her obvious need for him. He turned his head away for a moment, trying desperately to think of something else to take his mind off her.
The girl shifted uncomfortably on her feet, drawing his attention back again. His gaze slid down her body, over the ill-fitting dress she wore. It ended a few inches above the knee, and his eyes lingered on her long legs. With a start he realised that she'd lost some weight. She'd always been on the slender side, but her legs were looking far too slim, and now that he noticed, her cheeks seemed rather hollow. How had he not seen it before? They'd been spending most of their time in each other's company the past week. Maybe that's the problem. It's hard to see what's in front of your eyes all the time. And it's not like you've actually been looking.
Despite her thinness, she still was extremely attractive and he wished he could cross the space between them and take her into his arms. Which was why, for the previous week, he'd avoided being in close contact or even looking too closely at the girl, knowing his self-control was constantly in danger where the girl was concerned. Never since Lily had died had he been so prone to letting his emotions rule his existence. What was it about this girl that had him so off balance?
Realising she had noticed him staring she looked away, folding her arms around herself, a small crease between her brows the most expression he had seen on her face for some time.
"You have lost weight," he stated plainly, trying to make it seem as if that had been the reason for his perusal of her body. He would make sure he watched her eat every meal, even though he had told her in certain terms that she would have to obey. She had been eating in the kitchen, but would be eating with him from now on. It was not because he liked to have her close by him, of course. He needed to make sure she kept up her strength or there would be no point in him teaching her, she would be too weak to fight. The Dark Arts took a lot out of your body, especially over long periods. He had to make sure she was as fit and well as could be if she was to survive.
"Today we will practice what you have learned. You are limited to the offensive spells you have learned over the past two days, alongside any spell you can think of to counter what I cast. Do you understand?"
The girl nodded sombrely.
"Prepare yourself."
That evening, the two of them were sitting across from each other at his desk in the library, eating dinner. Hermione pushed her dinner round her plate, feeling Snape's eyes on her yet again. He'd barely looked at her for days, even when teaching her he had done his best not to look at her, keeping his attention firmly on whatever tome she was studying or potion she was brewing. Fortunately her mind was now kept occupied with all the new spells and potions she was learning, and she was hard pressed to keep up with the demands Snape was making on her. If it wasn't for the horrible situation she was in, she would have been enjoying the challenge immensely. She almost couldn't wait to use the knowledge she had gained in the fight to come, although she knew she would be forced to fight against her friends.
At least when they duelled she commanded all his attention. In those moments she would push herself and him as hard as possible, hoping to prolong the fight as long as possible. It wasn't the type of attention she wanted from him, she longed for him to touch her, but it was all she had and she had been making the most of it.
But now something had changed again. His gaze had lingered on her since he had found her in their sparring room earlier. She felt her insides heat slightly and she shifted in her chair, trying to ease the sudden ache between her legs as she recalled how Snape had looked as he had prepared to duel earlier, his coat off and shirt loose at the neck. And for a moment, as his eyes had roamed over her own body, she had been half sure she had seen an answering gleam of lust in his eyes. Was that why he now stared at her, even now? Did he want her once more?
Hermione broke a potato in two and pushed the pieces around, trying to make it look as if she had eaten more than she really had. She had been picking at her food for the last ten minutes, barely putting anything in her mouth. She just hadn't been feeling that hungry the past week. Her appetite seemed to have left her at the same time that Snape had started treating her differently. She knew the lack of food was causing the weight to drop off her, especially with how hard she was pushing herself to improve and learn. If she continued this way it wouldn't matter how well she was able to lean the spells he was teaching her, she would be far too weak to fight. But she just couldn't face eating any more than she was managing as it was. Her stomach rebelled at the thought.
"Eat your food, girl. You will finish your meals from now on. If you do not like what the house elves serve, you will inform me and I will arrange for an alternative."
She looked up, meeting his eyes with a frown, her lips pursed in irritation, but chose not to say anything. She would have to do what he had commanded, and knew he wouldn't have said it if he would change his mind. Hermione sighed and dropped her gaze to her plate. She speared a lukewarm potato and cut it in half, raising it to her mouth and closing her lips around it reluctantly. She could feel Snape watching her still, his eyes on her lips as she chewed.
Sudden disappointment coursed through her. He was only interested in her lack of appetite. She had hoped it was more than that, but of course Snape just wanted her to be fit and healthy so that she would be able to fight with him, for Voldemort. She knew she looked awful, there were dark circles under her eyes and she was getting unattractively thin. No wonder he doesn't want to touch you when you look like this. The thought spurred her on to take another bite.
As she opened her mouth her eyes flicked up towards him face momentarily, and she caught a glimpse of him turning from her, his cheeks red. What is that about? To be honest, Snape was looking all that good at the moment either. His eyes were almost as dark as the ones she saw in the mirror, the lines on his face seemingly deeper than usual. He looked tired, more so than she had ever seen him before. Maybe it's not all about me… maybe it's something else. She knew he'd spent every evening working late into the night in the lab. The potion… what is it?
She took some time to eat as she thought, having to force every bite down. By the time Snape took pity on her and told her she could finish, the food on her plate was cold and congealed, and she was struggling not to be sick. She'd eaten far more than she'd managed for at least a week and her stomach was uncomfortably tight.
The look in Snape's eyes was surprisingly kind as he continued to speak. "There will be no more work for you tonight. You need to go to bed early and get some rest."
Hermione looked longingly towards the ancient grimoire she had been studying. Snape smirked as he followed her eyes to the book.
"Not tonight, girl. We will continue tomorrow."
As Hermione stood, their eyes met, and they both froze. She held her breath as they looked directly at each other for the first time in over a week. What was that expression burning in Snape's eyes? As usual, his feelings were indecipherable, and she could only wish he wanted her as much as she did him. She bit her lip nervously as she wondered whether her own face was any easier to read than his. The motion brought his eyes down to her mouth, and the moment was broken.
Snape turned away suddenly, his shoulders hunched, and she noticed the way his hands fisted at his sides.
"Go to bed, girl."
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