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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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A/N: Well, I�m done with
chapter 8. I am afraid to say, however, that this version has not been beta
read yet, but I just couldn�t wait to upload it for you guys. Therefore, I
apologize for the many mistakes I am sure you will find but I promise I�ll
upload the corrected version as soon as I get it from my girls.

About the plot, what do you guys think? It might
sound like it�s going too fast� but I don�t think I am. I give you carte
blanche to flame me as you see fit, though.

I�ll see you soon (hopefully!) in chapter 9! Enjoy
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Conquest is Easy, Control is Not. By Florence W. Snape

Chapter 8:

When they broke
apart, gasping for breath and with their lips slightly swollen, Severus cursed
himself for his lack of control. Watching Hermione seize control of her own
urge to touch herself had sent him over the edge and he himself had needed a
great deal of control in order not to climax in his pants.

Taking a couple
of steps back, he collapsed on the bed. He wasn�t entirely sure what had
happened downstairs but the outcome had aroused him completely. She hadn�t even
protested his advances and this, instead of reassuring him that his plan was working,
made him feel dishonest and perverted. For the first time since she had knocked
on his door, Severus Snape was having second thoughts on their arrangement.

�Come,� he said
after a while to a very awestricken and frightened Hermione who was still
pressed firmly against the door. Taking small steps, she lifted her robes as
she sat on his lap, his erection pressing on her bottom.

�Is this
alright?� she timidly asked, trying to focus on the carpet instead than on his
hands caressing her back. It is more than alright, he thought, trying to push
his new sense of guilt aside.

�Where did you
learn this?� he asked unbuttoning her robes from the back, �Do you always sit
on a man�s lap lifting your robes?�

She swallowed.
Had she been too forward? Had her actions been too wanton? Did he regret her
initiative? His mind may, but his body was quite happy with her boldness. She
could feel it on the small of her back and she rubbed herself against it making
him gasp.

�No,� she
answered. He smirked. The idea of Hermione Granger lifting her robes so that
she could rub her wetness against another man was absurd. This was exactly the
kind of behaviour that he had been so keen on teaching.

�Lean back on
my chest,� he ordered. She did as told and found that his breath near her ear
was the most erotic thing she had experienced, much more disturbing that those
ripples he had sent under the table. He wrapped his arms around her waist and
pressed his chest on her back firmly. She was trembling slightly; he had never
been this gentle before and yet there they were, hugging like lovers, even
though they weren�t.

�You are a
beautiful woman, Hermione,� he whispered near her ear and she shuddered at the
mere mention of her name. Did he really think she was beautiful or was he
saying that only to get her into bed? Hermione found herself
touched by his words but, on the whole, didn�t think the sweet talk was
necessary- she wanted this as much as he did, after all.

�You think I�m
lying,� he said after a while, caressing her arms, �I assure you I am not. I am
sure you can feel what you do to me,� he whispered pressing himself harder on
her back, �You are completely enticing and I want to eat you. But first,
indulge me,�

�W-what do you
want?� she asked with a facial expression that depicted nothing but pleasure
from his confession; her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly, she looked
exactly like women should look when aroused.

�Before you
came to me,� he started, �Did you ever touch yourself?�

�Yes,� she said
boldly, her eyes still closed, her head resting under his chin.

�Tell me about
the first time,� he ordered as softly as he could. His left hand was drawing
circles inside her knee and his right hand was caressing her curly hair, �and be honest. I will know if you lie,�

Swallowing hard
for the second time since he had entered the room, she tried to remember about
the first time she had pleasured herself. The memory came to her quickly and
she saw herself, as in a pensieve, face down on her bed at Hogwarts, panting
and moaning into her pillow so as to not wake up her fellow roommates.

�It was in 5^th
year,� she confessed, �I had woken up in the middle of the night, restless, but
not because of a nightmare. I�I remember being�I was sweaty and panting for
breath but �er� I was also much aroused. I tried to remember what I had dreamt
about but my mind had gone blank�,�

�Were you wet?�
he asked, caressing her inner thighs, wondering if she was wet right now.

�Yes,� she said
at once, dropping her head back on his shoulder, �I was. It burned. I knew what
I needed to do but I was scared. What if the other girls heard me? What if the
other girls caught me?�

�Did they?� he
asked, excited, as his fingers found her damp knickers. She opened wide for him
to explore and had to hold her breath when his fingers began, yet again, to
draw little eights in the now wet fabric of her knickers.

�No,� she set at once, �I casted
a Silencing Spell and drew the curtains of my four poster bed,�

�How clever,� he said, breathing heavily, �It is always
important to keep a cool mind,�

�Hmmm,� she simply answered when his mouth started
kissing the union between her neck and her shoulders.

�Tell me more,� he said, still caressing her clit
through her undergarments, �Who were you thinking of?�

�A faceless man,� she replied quickly, pushing her
hips forward and arching her back, �Please,
Severus�,�

�Not yet,� he whispered softly. Although her
excitement and her story were certainly pushing him over the edge, he wanted to
find out more about how she had done it, �Tell me how you did it,�

�I went on all fours,� she started, �and pushed one
hand through my pajama bottoms �. and� er�through my
knickers. I didn�t finger myself,� she said as one of his fingers dwelled
inside the elastic, �I didn�t want it to hurt. So instead I did the only thing I
knew would feel nice� I rubbed myself until I came. My heart was ...beating�
so� hard,� Hermione said, gasping for air as he pushed one finger inside. �

But Severus never did hear that last part. Rolling
on top of her, he ripped a hole on her knickers and fucked her hard.

***

Sweaty, happy and exhausted from sex, she had her
head on his chest and her right hand was playing with the few hairs under his
navel. She had always known he was indeed very pale but it wasn�t until now-
when they were skin to skin and she could use herself as comparison- that she
understood just how much. She thought that, on the whole, this was the most
intimate she had ever been with anybody and she was half afraid that he, being
who he was, would come to his senses and hex her bits
off. Still, she didn�t let go; she had never felt more relaxed in her life.

Looking up, she examined his face- he wasn�t
sleeping but his eyes were closed and he had a dreamy expression on his face.
She smiled. Had this not been Severus Snape she would have felt responsible for
his expression but she didn�t fancy herself capable of shagging his brains out.
Deep down, however, she wished he would prove her wrong.

�Why are you staring at me?� he said, not opening
his eyes still.

�I am not,� she lied and, at once, disentangled
herself from his body. It had been peaceful while it lasted but she knew better
than to expect�cuddling� from Severus
Snape. He probably thought cuddling was something noble-hearted Gryffindors
did, not cunning Slytherins. So she was taken aback when he pressed her against
him and placed a hand on top of her curls, preventing her from moving. The
gentle manner in which he had done such a dominating thing, however, returned
her smile. Could it possibly be? Could it be that she was getting under his
thick snake skin?

�I was not staring,� she reassured him as he
caressed her head.

He wanted to say something- he really did!- but, instead, he kept his sarcastic remark to himself. He
found that he enjoyed holding her too much to ruin it.

***

Minerva McGonagall wasn�t the kind of woman to
interfere in other people�s business, particularly his colleagues�. In fact,
she was one of the few- if not, in fact, the only one- who could proudly say
that in all of her teaching career- and we are talking about over forty years
of standing dunderheads here- she hadn�t pried on her co-workers� private lives
once. She hadn�t had the need to, not really, if she had to be perfectly honest.
So why was she, then, walking in circles around her desk contemplating the idea
of having a long talk with Professor Snape about Hermione Granger?

For one thing, she had failed to see them in the
Great Hall for meals for over two weeks now. Come to think of it, the last time
she had even seen Hermione Granger had been that afternoon, a fortnight ago,
when she had asked her to return that mouldy book to Severus. And for the other
one, because the little she did see of Severus Snape, had left her feeling extremely
uneasy. Not once since he had returned to Hogwarts to teach had he looked
happier. Well, perhaps �happy� was not the word but, certainly, it was the next
best thing. The way he walked, the strange smile on his face and the small
amount of points Gryffindor had lost during Potions stood as evidence of this
new and weird behaviour.

Minerva McGonagall was no fool; she knew something
smelled fishy. It didn�t take a genius to put two and two together, really. It
all made sense. Professor Snape had obviously sacked Hermione Granger as his
apprentice� and she needed to know why. She felt a particular sense of
protection over this student and she felt that the least she could do was
change his mind. After all, her whole brilliant future was on the line!

�What could have made him fire her?,� she wondered a few minutes later as she descended to the
dungeons, heading towards Snape�s office. �What could she possible have done?
Of course, knowing Severus, she needn�t have done much; being a Gryffindor
would do,�

She shook her head bitterly and arranged her
glasses, which were lopsided, as she reached his door which was ajar. She was
about to knock on it gently when a familiar voice made her hesitate and take a
couple of steps back.

�Severus, please,� the all-too-familiar voice of
Hermione Granger jokingly said.

What was she doing here? Asking for mercy perhaps?
Begging him to take her back? Minerva wanted to believe this very much because
the alternative made her shiver from head to toe.

�You�ve been very naughty,� said Snape, �and you
need to be punished for not letting the Strengthening Solution mature enough,�

There was something about the tone in Severus�
voice that made it plain that he wasn�t in the least bit interested about the
potion. Minerva could guess what this was about but needed to hear Hermione�s
answer with her own ears.

�Should I scrub cauldrons without magic? Or would
you rather I�d help Filch polish the trophies at night or help Hagrid with the Thestrals?�

Professor McGonagall sighed with relief. Her old
ears must have deceived her earlier. It was ridiculous if she thought about it
hard enough; Hermione Granger with Professor Snape? She couldn�t think of two
personalities less alike.

�That won�t do at all, Miss Granger,�

Minerva nodded. Miss
Granger was hardly the way he would refer to her if she was his lover.
Whatever this was about, she shouldn�t be eavesdropping.

�What would you have me do, then?� she asked
innocently.

�Come,� he said in a very commanding voice that
made Professor McGonagall stop on her tracks once again. Perhaps he was going
to resort to physical violence? That wouldn�t do at all. She had to put a stop
to this nonsense. But then she heard Hermione giggle and knew at once that the
child wasn�t afraid. She must have heard wrongly� again. �

�I want you to rest your hands on my desk and lift
your skirt up,� he commanded.

She felt like chocking. She could deny it all she
wanted but had she actually heard Severus Snape order Hermione Granger to lift
up her skirt in his presence? What kind of behaviour was this?

�Is this okay?� she asked.

Minerva was too afraid to look but she could only
guess that his former star pupil had complied with his request. The idea
sickened her.

�Very good, Miss Granger, very good,� he whispered
ever so slowly that Minerva had to actually Scrougify
her ears magically to hear properly.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Minerva covered her mouth with both her hands at
this point. She was too shocked to speak but she couldn�t trust herself not to
scream and it was not at all wise to let them know that she had overheard them.
She wanted to leave- she wanted to more than anything!-
but her shoes were glued to the spot she was standing on and her mind was
blank. Could this be? How could Miss Granger have agreed to this?

But then she heard a very distinct whimper that
could only mean that she was enjoying it. This could not be happening, this
could not be possible. Barely daring to breath, Professor McGonagall thought of
two very logical explanations for the sound of skin on skin she was hearing. Either
a) Hermione had been fed a very powerful Lust Potion or b) this was a Death
Eater impersonating her with Polyjuice. Though unlikely, both scenarios were possible.
What was her to do?

Smack. Smack.

�Do you like this?� he asked, �when
I slide a finger in?�

Minerva had to make up her mind quickly; she had
just heard a grunting noise that could only mean a �yes, I enjoy it very much�.

�Fuck me, please,� whispered Hermione.

Professor McGonagall wanted to be anywhere but
there. What could she possibly do; storm in and curse them? She rather thought
the shock of seeing them naked involved in a very promiscuous act would scar
her for life. But if she was indeed a Death Eater seeking revenge�

�No,� he said at once but Minerva heard the
unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down and then three more �smacks�,
which meant that she had little time to make up her mind. The situation was bad
but they may well all in danger. Yes, it was the only way. They would have to Obliviate her later but it was worth it-
Severus could be in mortal peril. But just when she was about to storm into the
office and start throwing curses around, Hermione said something that made it
clear that the person being spanked was no Death Eater.

�Oh, for Voldemort�s most baggy Y fronts, Severus,�

And then she heard him laugh and a second later
Hermione had joined in and they were laughing together. Minerva was not
entirely sure- she had to look it up- but Lust Potions weren�t supposed to stir
these kinds of emotions, this�intimacy.
Could it be a Love Potion?

�Miss Granger, language,� he said a few seconds
later, trying to sound serious. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Minerva was sure that the smacks were growing
slightly less noisy which meant that he was being gentler- which, in turn,
didn�t soothe her in the least. An evil grumpy and somewhat perverted Severus
she could handle� but an infatuated Severus she was not so sure.

Smack. And then there was silence and Minerva was
almost sure that he was caressing the red handprints on her ass, trying to make
it all better, mixing pain and pleasure. Smack, but this time it was so gentle
that she wasn�t sure she hadn�t imagined it.

�Severus�,� Hermione whispered before screaming
with pleasure. He had obviously complied with her wishes: he was fucking her.

This Minerva could not witness. This Minerva could
not bear to hear. She could very well endure Severus gloating about Slytherin
beating Gryffindor at last in Quidditch but not this. She could very well stand
Hermione Granger�s somewhat obnoxious know-it-all nature in class but certainly
not this. And yet, she wasn�t moving.

And it was not like she was enjoying it. She was,
in fact, so red that she could have easily blended in with the curtains of his
student�s four poster beds and so angry that her hands were clenched in fists
at her sides and her lips pressed so tightly that her mouth was but a thin line
on her face. Still, she couldn�t move.

Could it be perhaps that she wanted to thoroughly
witness the shagging till the end, so as to not jump to the wrong conclusion or
was it simply that the shock of finding out had numbed her brain blank? The
indecency of it all was just too much.

�Oh, Hermione,� Minerva heard him whisper, but his
voice sounded muffled, probably because of her hair. Was he taking her against
the desk like in a common Student/Professor fantasy? Could he not wait till
they reached their quarters like everybody else�s? They couldn�t even be
bothered to put up the proper spells, the nerve! What if a student had walked
in on them instead? She knew this was unlikely because only Prefects were
allowed to wonder the halls this late at night but, still, it was inexcusable.

She could distinctively hear his balls against her
and she cursed herself for not seeing the signs sooner. And to think that only
minutes ago she had believed him capable of sacking her! How na�ve had she
been!

It was only when their breaths became more erratic
and their screams louder that Minerva knew she had heard enough. Taking a deep
breath, she tried to calm herself down. She wasn�t the type to meddle in other
people�s business but this was simply ridiculous! She needed time to think
about a proper way of handling this situation; a nice long talk to the
Headmaster could not be overruled but only after exhausting all other possible strategies.

With the resolution of a woman in a mission, she
silently transfigured her shoes into fluffy slippers (�it wouldn�t do to be
overheard,� she reminded herself with a frown) and climbed the steps up to the
Entrance Hall and to Gryffindor
Tower.

Had Minerva decided to stay a little longer, she
would have heard them scream a whole dictionary of profanities before they
climaxed and share a very awkward conversation afterwards:

�Merlin, that was fantastic,� she said breathlessly
as she put her work robes back on, �though, I must point out that my potion had
enough time to mature,�

�Indeed,� he said, �but you remain my apprentice
and, regrettably, it falls on me to show you the injustices of the world.�

His tone was very solemn and stiff but she chuckled
all the same. She was slowly learning when not to take him seriously and she
kind of liked that. There were times in which it was all very confusing- �it�
meaning �this thing between Snape and herself�- but there were other times when
it made absolute sense and she wouldn�t have it any other way. The aftermaths
of sex, curiously, were such times.

�I may need a Deflating Ointment for my cheeks, you
know,� she said in a sweet and hopeful tone.

�I�ll apply some later,� he reassured her with a
wicked smile as he turned around to open the door for her. But then he saw
something that made his heart stop for a second: the door was ajar. How could
he have been so stupid?

�Oh no,� he heard her said behind his back, �Do you
think somebody heard us?�

Severus frowned. It was certainly a possibility. His
recklessness could very well put an end to his teaching career and to
Hermione�s apprenticeship. This had never happened before; he had never
completely and utterly lost control like this. But then again, it was this and
not his constant erections what she had managed to produce in him the most
lately.

�It is possible,� he simply said, hoping that she
would panic and lose control so that he could regain some himself, but she
didn�t. Instead he felt her tiny hand on his shoulder and he found that he
didn�t mind it at all. In fact, he liked it so much that he caressed her
knuckles with his cheek in such an impeccable personification of that
unbearable cat of hers that he forced himself to pull his mind together before
she realized what a complete and utter fool he was.

�We�ll know soon enough,� she said in a confident
tone that let him know that she wasn�t worried or worse� ashamed.

�I should have taken the necessary precautions.
This shouldn�t have happened,� he said.

�Do you regret it?� she said with a tinge of
apprehension.

Severus shook his head, but didn�t verbalize his
answer. Didn�t she understand the sticky situation in which they were in?
Didn�t she understand that his irresponsibility may very well have risked
everything they had worked for individually? What about her reputation? What
about his job? What would Albus think? Feeling overwhelmed like he hadn�t in a
very long time, he failed to find his voice.

�Severus, do you?�

He smirked. Hermione Granger was pushing him against the ropes, now that was
ironic! This wasn�t what he had planned at all when he took her on as his
apprentice. In his fantasy there was a lot more sex and a lot less talking and
feelings� it was hilarious really that he found himself in the very situation
he had avoided all his life. He could hear her rapid breathing and, at once, he
knew that his silence was getting to her. That
was exactly what he had planned: manipulating her feelings and meticulously
seducing her into his bed. Somewhere along the line, he had lost his way and he
desperately needed it to find it again. Being around Hermione Granger was
intoxicating; so much so that he hadn�t been himself lately. He needed space to
breathe and time to barricade in his bedroom and think things through.

�Severus�,� he heard her whisper, begging for his
attention.

Unable to break her heart with cynic words, he
opened the door and, without looking back, climbed the stairs into the Entrance
Hall. With determination, he opened the great oak doors and disappeared into
the dark grounds of Hogwarts. Seconds later, he Desapparated.

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