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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
- 7
- 8
- 9
A/N: 12.08.2018.
Big, big THANK YOU to my beta Holdt
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Promising
Hermione sighed.
The cottage they’d gotten as a ‘safe-house’ was small and functional, but also delightful. The large living room led to the not so small kitchen with a dining table on the right and a hallway on the left. There was a small library, equipped with every book and scroll she could think of about curses, a work table that could easily accommodate two people and two cozy armchairs. Across from the library was the bedroom, with a bed big enough for six people to sleep comfortably in it. At the end of the hallway was the bathroom. Again, small but functional.
She grinned at Harry’s attempt to give them as much space as possible in this situation. She giggled at his discomfort and Harry blushed.
“Ummm, Hermione, I’m sorry about….”
“Please don’t mention it, Harry, there are some things I’d rather forget.” She laughed and Harry just nodded.
In the basement was a completely equipped Potions laboratory. She glanced at Snape, and for the briefest of moments, he had an expression of longing in his eyes, but the moment slipped away and he nodded to himself. When they returned to the living room, Harry cleared his throat.
“You are safe here. This is exclusively a muggle area, but you two will be fine. Locals think that you’re a couple on their honeymoon, temporarily settled in a friend’s house. For any messages send a patronus, but do it during the night. The floo can be unlocked but I’d avoid using it if it’s not an emergency.”
“Potter.” Snape’s voice was sharp.
“Yes, Sir?” Harry had the same look on his face he’d had in school when Snape would call his name, and Hermione laughed too when Luna giggled.
“I am familiar with protocols for safe houses. Is there anything else you need to tell us, which is not obvious?”
“No, Sir.”
“In that case, you are free to leave. Any fraternizing with Miss Granger you can leave for the time when the curse is broken and I am far away from the earshot of your conversation.”
“Right. Yes, Sir. Luna--”
“Give me a second, Harry.” Luna said over him. “Severus, a branch of my husband’s family is from this area. People here are familiar with us. I’ll be coming to visit you two. I can bring you anything you need.”
“You can bring me books from my library, Luna?” He gave her two pieces of parchment.
She glanced at the list and nodded. “Anything else?”
“The usual.”
“Mph. Hermione?”
“All I have travels with me, Luna. But, if you can buy some coffee…”
“I think you’re going to like the blend Severus uses, it is already in the kitchen cupboard. I’ll bring these tomorrow, around noon, then we can talk.” Hermione nodded and Luna turned to Snape again. “You’re sure this is all?”
“For now.” Harry and Luna walked toward the door when Snape called out. “Luna! Count this as 14-15.” Hermione looked at his expression in near-awe at his expression; he looked mischievous!
“That would be 15 -15 then.” Luna wrinkled her nose.
“You didn’t!”
“I did. But I wouldn’t give me the advantage now - you’re on the fast track to lose.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“Mhm, we will call a recess until you can play again.”
“See you tomorrow.”
When they were alone, Hermione looked at him, her skin still vibrating from the kiss they’d shared.
“What are we going to do now?” His voice was calm.
“I have no idea... Establish some sort of a routine, work on our problem in the library. Brew - the healer told me that you need to make me--can you brew at all anymore?”
“I detest that question.” She shivered from the ice in his voice. “More to the point, Miss Granger, I did not ask you to plan our stay here - I asked you what we are going to do now, as in this moment.”
She blushed, looking at him. Speechless. Her mind raced. There wasn't much they could do, not really. And she was torn between going to the library, taking a bath and going to the bedroom to finish what she’d started in Harry’s office. She hadn’t planned for their kiss to affect her so much. She’d only wanted to put on a good show for Ron, but—
Hermione closed her eyes, shuddering. That kiss was like a spark, too close to igniting.
Would I be too forward if I suggest the bedroom?
They didn’t kiss often--they played mostly, but after that kiss, she discovered that she would like to explore more. More than what they’d done in the past few days.
I wonder if that can be considered teaching.
‘Oh, so now you are coming to terms with the truth?’ A voice buzzed in her head sarcastically.
You are going to fade away in a few days.
‘I wouldn’t be so sure.’
Snape’s voice snapped her from her reverie.
“Miss Granger, if you are to adopt the elephant’s custom of sleeping on your feet, do notify me. There are things I can do to entertain myself and watching you sleep is not one of them.” She opened her eyes in time to see him strolling to the comfortable sofa. Determinedly, she moved to stand in front of him.
“Maybe we can finish what we started in Harry’s office.” she offered. “We are in a love shack, after all.”
“I wasn’t aware that we’d started anything there.” A deep wrinkle etched itself over his nose. “Miss Granger, I would appreciate if you refrain yourself from any romantic nonsense.”
“Trust me, Mr. Snape, there is nothing romantic in my proposition. As I explained before--” She ignored his silent protest and settled herself in his lap, straddling him. “This is purely convenient. You can teach me something I want to learn. Call it a mutually beneficial agreement.”
“Yes. As I recall, the curriculum of this ‘mutually beneficial agreement’ is something over which you gave me full rein.”
“Agreed.” She smiled at him, making small, almost unnoticeable circles in his lap. “Consider this a request for consultation.”
“Consultation about what?”
“About the kiss in Harry’s office.”
“What is there to consult about? You wanted to give one final blow to the youngest Mr. Weasley and I played along.”
“Hmmm, ok. So, do you have any suggestions what can we do, besides sitting idly and pretending to be part of the room’s decor?” She continued to grind against his lap.
“Miss Granger, are you trying to manipulate me? I must warn you that is a battle you are bound to lose. I never met Gryffindor who could manipulate adequately to achieve their goal. Well, not if I exclude Albus.”
“Albus was a meddlesome old man. What he did for the ‘greater good’ is borderline criminal - he did a great disservice to so many of us. He was--”
He raised an eyebrow. “Miss Granger, are you trying to tell me that you disrespect the greatest wizard of our time? The greatest Headmaster Hogwarts ever had? The beloved martyr of the wizarding world.” His words were familiar--nothing she hasn’t heard before already--but Hermione detected more than a hint of bitterness in his words.
“Why, yes. Yes, I am.” She continued to grind. “What he did to Harry, to Ron and me, not to mention to you… He was bad strategist.”
“You obviously never played chess with Albus.” he remarked dryly. “Will you cease doing that? You are forcing me to repeat myself, Miss Granger. You will lose.”
“I am not trying to manipulate you. The thought never crossed my mind. Call it friendly persuasion.”
“‘Friendly persuasion’ is another name for manipulation. I can tell you why your tactic won’t work if you wish.”
“And why is that?”
“Firstly, you apparently do not have experience with men.” He placed a finger on her lips to prevent her from talking. “The real men, the ones that do possess the capability of control over their actions.”
“I’d say my persuasion works.” She grinned, dancing herself over the extremely hard bulge on his pants.
“Yes, but only up to a point. True, it would work on any male, including centaurs. But I can assure you that nothing will happen if I don’t want to. You do not need to persuade my body, you need to persuade me. That is why you will fail.”
Hermione shivered when his hand grazed her jaw and one long finger rested on her pulse. She really hadn’t thought this through. Her grinding didn’t just arouse him; she was doing her best not give in to the throbbing between her legs, or speed up in an attempt to find at least some release.
With a slight smirk, he continued to speak.
“Secondly, Gryffindors are notoriously bad at manipulation. You tend to rush into things and use quite blunt techniques. Manipulation, Miss Granger--”
She gasped when his hands grabbed her hips, stilling her movements but thrusting from below, his voice dry and at the same time velvety soft and smooth.
“Should be subtle, and not intrusive. It is designed to achieve the goal--”
She squealed when he flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. “Before the victim has time to realize--” She closed her eyes, moaning when his lips travelled down her throat. “That they are, in fact, being manipulated.”
With those final words, he straightened, moving away from her. When she opened her eyes, he was standing next to the sofa, looking at her with amusement. She sat up, frowning.
“Point taken.”
“I am glad to see that consultation was not a pure waste of my time. Now, we are going to the kitchen. I am starving.”
“I’m not very good at cooking.” She deepened her frown.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He turned towards the kitchen, chuckling. She followed him with a grumble. Severus thanked all the Deities he could think of for strength--her grinding really had done a number on him. Resisting the need to readjust himself and make things at least bit more comfortable in his pants, he walked into the kitchen and started to rummage through the cabinet with pots and pans.
“You know how to brew tea?”
“Yes.” Her reply was muffled.
“Can I--at least--entrust that to you until I check the pantry?”
“I said that I’m not very good - not that I’m helpless. I know how to cook if you aren’t too demanding about the taste.”
“You will brew the tea. Here is a kettle - make yourself useful.” He walked into the small pantry.
Glancing to keep tabs on what she was doing, Severus plunged a hand into his pants and readjusted his cock, sighing softly. Casting a cleansing spell on his hand, he turned his attention to food in the pantry.
Finally deciding on a plain meal of boiled potatoes and pan-fried pork, he took a few potatoes. The smell of jasmine tea greeted him in the kitchen.
“You certainly took your time.” she grumbled.
“Is there a problem, Miss Granger?”
“What happened to Kitten?”
“There are no more strangers. That might be confusing for you.”
“And, the villagers?”
“I highly doubt that they would have the chance to meet us. We are in a safe house, food and other necessities are delivered every few days. I’m afraid that this is simply a minutely better version of jail.”
“How do you know so much about this?” She still had a bit of annoyance in her voice.
He snapped at her. “What is bothering you? I am fairly certain that I did not harm any of your relatives.”
Granger flushed and looked away from him.
Don’t play games, little girl if you can’t handle the burn.
Things were progressing too fast, and his instincts were kicking in: self-preservation. Her constant presence was unnerving. The lack of privacy should have put him in a murderous mood by now, but strangely he did not have those feelings. In this situation, he would welcome them.
Severus couldn’t decide what was more worrisome--the fact that the most privacy he’d had in the past few days had been in the plane’s toilet or that he didn’t mind the breach.
The curse, it must be the curse. Sweet Salazar, why did I agree to this?
He tossed a quick glance at her. Granger looked mesmerized, focused on his hands. He chopped, seasoned, and handled the food on auto-pilot, not even paying attention to his actions. She was staring at his hands eerily.
Deeming it safe enough, he returned to his inner musings.
I hope that Bill is going to find out what is going on soon. I need to dig myself out of this situation as quickly as possible.
Of course, breaking the chain was easy, removing the aspects was the tricky part. He felt his muscles tensing in the attempt to resist the pull of the curse. After the talk with Bill he’d managed to connect the dots; whoever made this curse was brilliant.
The curse had two self-defense mechanism: one ensured that the affected parties would miss most obvious and sometimes easiest solutions to how to get rid of it. The second was the forced shift of focus, some sort of weird Amortentia charm that worked through lust more than emotions. In addition, of course, there was a physical linkage aspect - the dual sensations…
Merlin, one could get addicted to that.
He could not say, in all honesty, that his acceptance of her request was entirely due to the effect of the curse. She was an extremely attractive young woman, intellectually proficient enough to hold a decent conversation. Alive and interesting. In bed, she was sensitive and responsive, inexperienced and knowledgeable at the same time, but what captured him most was the trust, her absolute surrender to the feelings. She just enjoyed, allowing herself to free-fall into the vortex of pleasure, curious to learn more. That alone, curse aspect or not, would be alluring to any man, not just him.
He might have considered himself lucky, he’d received a unique opportunity to obtain first-hand insight, to explore and learn… Women were lucky, indeed. So many places, so many reactions on the most ordinary things like touch. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that touch and pressure intensity had an effect - but now he knew how it affected her, exactly how she would react to which type of touch.
Of course, there was always the possibility that her aspect, whatever that might be, made her more receptive. That was the risk, but he planned to seize the opportunity that had presented itself to him. And he had some suspicions about her, one that he planned to test soon. First, he had to gain some control, and have a lengthy chat with her to set things at an acceptable place.
Desperate times, desperate measures. I survived against all odds before, I can deal with this as well. Nevertheless, the worm of doubt continued to dig its way through his brain, chewing loudly. Why did I agree to this charade?
He glanced at her; she was still looking at his hands, hypnotized, a myriad of emotions playing across her face.
Merlin, she is an open book. Gryffindors. I have to be patient with her, she is weakened by the curses.
“I see that you’ve lost the ability to answer questions. Make yourself useful and set the table. I trust you can do that much,” he said, sharpening his tone.
Granger jumped, nodded and set herself into motion.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione looked at his hands, biting her tongue to stop herself from answering him. What was bothering her? Him, mostly.
However, not in a way others might think... His iron-hard control over everything he did, that was bothering her. If he was any different she wouldn’t have to suffer through these feelings of need, the void that needed to be filled. She wouldn’t suffer through uneasiness that only he could alleviate.
Well, preferably not only him, but he is only one available at the moment.
‘Are you sure?’ Mocked the voice.
I was in this state long before he walked into my life.
‘True, but can you guarantee that others could help you? Maybe, after all, he is the only one who can?’
Shut up you! He is not special. He is just a male, nothing extraordinary.
‘Are you sure? Look at those hands…’
Of all the people, why she had to be cursed by Bellatrix, why she had to suffer through her slutty ways. This wasn’t her; she craved for knowledge and romance! She wasn’t this insatiable person, not really. She was decent, she’d never had these thoughts before she was cursed.
Ok, she’d had a crush on him, in her sixth year, but it was mostly an intellectual thing. The same way she had a crush on Lockhart--even Flitwick--for one brief moment. She was attracted to men with usable brains. She’d never sat in class and imagined what he could do to her with those hands… Those long, agile fingers….
Hermione sighed inwardly, remembering how his hands roamed over her body, igniting the fires in her. How strong his embrace was, reassuring and safe. How protected and at home she’d felt in his arms.
He worked with food the same way he worked in the lab: with elegant, calculated precision.
She felt the ghost of his touch on her nipples, now painfully hard. The whisper of his fingers on her labia, taunting her, making her ache for more. It almost felt like his fingers were trying to convey some secret, a wisdom, only meant for her pussy. And she was jealous of that part of her body.
His hands took one steak and rubbed spices into the meat…
If I offer myself would he spice me up too?
A pang of dull pain bit into her heart--she had offered herself, and he’d rejected her, wiggled his way out of her trap. She honestly didn’t want to manipulate him, but her entire body was screaming for release. She knew it was the curse but she didn’t care.
He ordered her to set the table, startling her, and she moved to obey, wondering when she’d become so weak-willed.
The food was delicious and they ate in silence.
Licking the sauce from her lips she continued to study his hands. He lifted his glass of wine and her eyes followed his hand to his mouth. Snape’s lips looked thin and hard, but they were soft and warm. His throat danced when he swallowed.
She wanted to run her tongue down his throat and plant a kiss in the dent below his windpipe. To feel the vibrations on her lips when he moaned and grunted.
Snape pushed aside the empty plate and leaned forward in his seat, his voice was serious but pleasant.
“Miss Granger, we need to discuss—”
“I know,” she said, voice a mumble. It felt like she was being squeezed, like when she apparated.
“Will you pull yourself together, woman?” His voice was angry now and her eyes snapped to him. “Stop pouting! We, Miss Granger, are not in some sort of relationship. You placed us both in this mess - it is time you started acting according to the situation.”
“And what that might be? This is the first time for me, to be literally chained to someone else. What is the proper etiquette in this situation?”
“You do want to resolve the situation. Do you?”
“Of course, I do! Do you think I enjoy taking a wee with you standing next to me? I do need my privacy as much as you do, Snape.”
He nodded. “Then stop being a slave to the curse and fight it.”
“But--”
“We have our agreement and I will honour that, but I will not be your toy nor do I expect you to be mine. The first thing we have to do is start brewing. Given that you can’t be far away from my person, you are bound to linger in the laboratory with me. Considering how you have a proclivity to collect curses it won’t do you any harm to learn how to brew this potion.”
“What does the potion do?”
“It will allow your magical core to regenerate. Curses that latch to your magical core tend to drain your magic, not allowing it to regenerate. Weakening your ability to perform magic. This potion speeds up the regeneration process, preventing you from becoming a squib.”
“Do you have to take it as well?”
“No. The curse you inflicted on us is different by nature, it works like a mixture of lust potion and amortentia, for the lack of better explanation. However, the curse from Bellatrix is draining your magic.”
“All right, so we’re going to brew. I presume that we will take advantage of that library Harry provided for us…”
“Judging by the titles, I’d say that Bill provided the library. Bill asked me would you be willing to share your findings--do not speak!” He snapped at when she tried to argue. “Just listen. He will be the only one looking through your data, and he will be bound to secrecy by the magical agreement. He does need a starting point if he is to help us. Consider: your discovery is useless given the mess we are in - you need a cure if you want to present the finding.”
“So what are you suggesting? If I hand him my findings… The cure is his finding.”
“Collaboration. Publish your findings with him. It is done often.”
Hermione nodded; that made sense.
Why hadn’t she thought of that?
“All right - notify Bill that I’ll collaborate on the paper with him. Only when this is all resolved.”
“You will need to learn how to control your--urges. I can try to teach you Occlumency. After all, you may prove to be a better student than Potter.” She felt pride swell in her, this was an open acknowledgement of her learning ability. She nodded. “If you agree, we will brew your potion first.”
“And then?”
“Then we can relax and figure out how to fill our free time.” His last words were a purr and she shivered at the promise they held. Nodding again, she smiled.
“What are we waiting for? First, we’ll clean up the kitchen and then to the basement.”
He gave her an affirmative nod and stood up, taking the empty plates with him. Their stay here had become promising.
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