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The Wedding	By : Lizski Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 27570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�I don�t know, Ginny, but Snape seemed really pissed.� So much for your theory on the two of us as a happy couple, she added silently. �I don�t think he liked me being there with Lucius. I think that�s why he was so angry�� her voice diminishing into silence.
Ginny smiled. Fascinating development, this was. Perhaps Snape really did like her. It would explain a lot. Still, it would probably be best to keep the two of them apart until dinner; it would give Snape a chance to cool down a bit, and it would give Hermione some time to relax. There�s be plenty of time to gauge Snape�s reaction this evening when he saw her in her latest dress.
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At Ginny�s urging, Hermione had gone to a private garden outside Ginny�s room to relax. It was quiet, and it had wards that prevented unwanted visitors from arriving unexpectedly.
She really needed some time to think. Merlin�s balls, this whole thing is just too weird, she reflected. First, you�ve got Lucius, who�s been acting very strangely ever since I got here. I mean, he knows that I�m not a pureblood, and his dislike of non-pure bloods is legendary. And yet, he�s been nice to me from the start � letting me use his library, giving me some work space in the dungeons, complimenting me on my clothes. And today. Wow. The man has damn good hands. Damn good hands. Her mind flashed briefly on the sensations that had coursed through her body when she felt Lucius� breath on her neck. Damn, she mused. Say what you will, when he�s looking to turn someone one, he�s definitely got the abilities. She exhaled loudly at the thought.
But really, I doubt that Lucius has really changed since the Fall. Sure, he�s putting on a good front for the Ministry, but really? I mean, that book he was showing me. Definitely Dark Arts stuff, there, even if it�s not blatant. But Circe, he�s got such nice hands�
She shook her head. Dwelling on Lucius� hands was not going to get her anywhere. Because there was the whole issue with Snape. Admittedly, he had never been warm and outgoing with her- not when she was his student, not when she finished her apprenticeship and began seeing him at conferences, and certainly not now. But before, she deliberated, he just looked bored. Now, well, hmmm. There was definitely something different about his behavior, but she couldn�t figure out what.
Still, maybe it�s just because he�s around Lucius. Probably spending a week with another former Death Eater was not exactly the best way to put his past life behind him. Yes, she nodded to herself, that probably had a lot to do with how he was behaving. Bound to be a little more stressful for him than for the rest of us.
Feeling better, she sought out Ginny. Snape was right about that � she probably should be seeing if there was something else she could be doing to help her friend right now.
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Like the night before, Hermione accompanied Ginny and Draco to the living room. Lucius was sipping scotch, talking to Snape about something that clearly the Potions Master was only half-heartedly listening to. Hermione couldn�t help but stealing a look at Lucius. The man really wasn�t bad looking at all. Dressed in his formal black robes with silver fittings, his long blonde hair loose, and his hands still in the ubiquitous black gloves, she had to admit that he was certainly striking. And a complete contrast to the sullen man with unkempt hair and the sallow complexion sitting on the opposite couch.
Lucius looked up at Hermione and smiled, silently nodding his admiration for her dress. He stood up and reached for her hand, bringing her knuckles to his mouth again, holding her hand for a second longer than usual, as he unobtrusively opened his mouth and gently pressed his tongue against her knuckle before again releasing her hand. Hermione�s eyes blinked in surprise, but she smiled back at him. Damn. Lucius offered his arm to escort her in to dinner, but before she could put her arm on his, Snape stood up quickly and hissed at her, �Miss Granger. I need to speak with you after dinner this evening. If it is not too much trouble, that is,� he added sarcastically.
Ginny caught Hermione�s eye with a briefly questioning look as the party headed into the dining room, but Hermione could only respond with a shrug.
Snape followed behind shooting daggers at Lucius and Hermione. Gods. That was it. Tonight, after dinner, he was going to have a long discussion with her. He was going to convince her to stop wearing those dresses. He stared at her as she walked into the dining room, the light shimmering off each curve, the cloth quivering with each step she took. The material clung to her body in a manner that was more erotic than if she had entered the room naked. He suppressed a low groan at the thought of her entering the dining room naked. Focus, Severus, he told himself sternly.
After admonishing her on her choice of clothing, he was going to have to have a serious talk about spending time with Lucius. It was obvious that the man was looking to get laid; it was not possible that Lucius was seriously interested in the girl. He shook his head. How could she be so stupid as to not be aware of that?
Dinner itself was much like the evening before, except that Hermione had given up trying to make conversation with Snape. Whatever was eating at him was clearly going to have to wait until after dinner. So, instead, she talked with Lucius about some of the books he owned, and she talked with Ginny and Draco about the wedding plans.
Lucius couldn�t help but smirk at Severus; the guy really had no chance with Hermione if he continued to act the way he was toward her. Although, he gently reminded himself, that might work to my own advantage � he may unwittingly push her my direction. Not that it would take that much of a push, he thought, remembering their encounter in the library.
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When dinner ended, Ginny glanced over at Hermione, wondering if her friend needed any assistance, although it didn�t look like it. Of course, she realized, it didn�t look like Snape was interested in having any third parties present for his conversation with Hermione, either.
�Miss Granger,� he started as they stood up from the table, his voice low, �I believe that you might have some time for me to talk with you. Now.� It was definitely not a question.
Still, Hermione looked directly back at him, �Yes, I think now would be convenient for me.� Lucius smirked; at least she wasn�t going to let Severus bully her too badly.
Hermione had to move quickly � not an easy feat in her dress � to keep up with Snape. When they had turned off the hallway from the dining room, Snape grabbed her upper arm and led her back to the hallway where their rooms were located. She struggled to keep up with his long angry strides while he kept a death-grip on her arm.
Snape pulled her into his room and shut the door, a dangerous glint in his black eyes. Hermione felt uncertainty creep into her; this was not a side of Snape she had ever seen. Angry? Yes. Irritated? Certainly? But bordering on physically violent? No. Not before now, at least.
Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to regain her composure. �I believe you wanted to talk with me, �Professor�?�
Snape glared back at her, so angry that he was uncertain as to where to begin. He noticed the glimmer of anxiety in her eyes and he felt better; if he had to scare her to get his point across, even better. He closed the distance between the two of them, so that he was standing only slightly more than a foot away from her, towering over her.
�Yes, �Miss Granger�,� he snarled in response. �You foolish girl. Do you have any idea what you are doing? Parading around in that dress, exhibiting yourself to Lucius like that?� He grasped her shoulders, holding her in place. �Throwing yourself at him in the library. Moaning like a harlot as he touched you,� he sneered, looking down at her.
Hermione tried to stand her ground. �How dare you? How dare you tell me how to behave. I believe that you lost any control over my behavior the day I graduated from Hogwarts. For you to come here now, and tell me how to act is completely out of line.� Her voice was furious, becoming louder with each word. She took a breath. �And did it ever occur to you that perhaps I liked Lucius touching me? That does not make me a harlot! That makes me a woman,� she hissed back at him.
Snape�s eyes narrowed. �You liked it, eh?� He pushed her up against the wall of his room, his hands on her upper arms, his eyes burning. �You want to feel what it�s like to be used by a Death Eater? Is that it? To be touched by someone whose hands can torment you with sweet agony? Is that it? Is that what you consider being a woman? His face hardened. �Because I can do that, �Miss Granger�,� he whispered.
Hermione opened her mouth, unable to speak, uncertain as to how to respond. Snape saw his opportunity, and used his body weight to pin her to the wall as he lowered his mouth to hers, savaging her with his tongue and his teeth, thrusting hard into her mouth, taking what he wanted, heedless of her desires. He buried a hand in her hair, pulling her head back, giving him access to her neck. Unlike Lucius� carefully planned movements, however, Snape attacked directly, his mouth on her throat, kissing her, nipping at her flesh, trailing teeth marks down to her collarbone.
Hermione had tried to fight when Snape pushed her against the wall, but there was no use � he was so much bigger and stronger than she. The look in his eyes was disquieting as his mouth came on to hers with a force that she wasn�t expecting. She also wasn�t expecting how turned on she would feel by his need to possess her. His tongue thrusting into her so aggressively sent bolts of electricity through her body, straight to her very core. As his mouth began to track down her neck, she growled almost reflexively, and groaned deeply when his mouth sucked hard on the flesh above her collarbone.
She wrapped her arms around her neck, trying to pull him to her, so that she could feel his hardness, but he pushed her back, holding her away from him, looking at her; the swollen mouth, the loose hair, the marks from his teeth on her flesh, and her nipples, hard under the flimsy material of her dress. Oh gods, he should pull away now, before he couldn�t. Before he went too far with this.
Pulling together the tatters of his resolve, he pushed her away. �Go. Leave me. This is what happens when you dress to tease. But I will not rape an innocent tonight. Get out of here.� His voice was low and menacing, his breathing still uneven.
Merlin�s brass balls! He was calling her a tease?! And he was calling this rape?! Bastard. And yet the look in his eyes convinced her that now was not the time to argue with him. She turned away from Snape, straightened her dress, pulled back her hair, and flashed him a hateful glare as she stomped out of his room. �I�m not an innocent, and this wasn�t rape,� she muttered under her breath as she left.
Snape watched the door slam behind her. Oh gods. He had meant to scare her a bit. Not attack her like that. He ran his fingers through his hair, his body still aching from her touch. A tiny part of his brain was trying to tell him that she had enjoyed it, but he couldn�t believe it. Not Hermione, of the once-bushy hair, student with the always-present, heavily-laden book bag, former Head Girl of Hogwarts, Master of Potions, researcher for the Ministry of Magic, and technically, colleague. What the hell had he just done with her? And what had she attempted to curse him with as she left?
He sighed. This really called for a drink. He decided that his original idea of spending the week in an alcoholic fog really wasn�t such a bad plan after all. Well, maybe a long cold shower, and then a drink.
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