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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: This is part one of two chapters that are connected. The next chapter is already written and will be posted tomorrow.
Also, this chapter should have been much gloomier... Blame it on my dear Francine how it turned out in the end. She implanted the worm in my head, and this is the result.
Something changed.
He was still moved around like a life-size doll. He was given food. He was positioned to stand. His body was pushed and stretched and forced to move.
He didn’t care about that.
He floated surrounded by water.
And he relished the feeling. Floating added something to the peace and bliss he was in. Maybe this was how after-life felt? But, he wasn’t granted the after-life.
This was nice. As long as he can stay like this - he is fine.
Food again.
Water again. Voices. He doesn't care.
The relaxing touch on his bare skin. It feels so nice.
Suddenly she is there - his Dream Lady.
She is still obscured from his sight. And she is welcomed in this place of peace. Her voice is soft and tender and he enjoyed in its cadence even if the words are not recognisable.
But this is new. The situation they are in is new.
The scene is more intimate.
She is touching him. Caressing him. Her hand travels down his biceps causing pleasant electric tingle that travelled up his spine and erupts in goosebumps all over his scalp.
He bites down the growl.
She is still talking to him and he just enjoyed in the sound of her voice.
A whisper of her breath on his collarbones.
Slow circular moves while she brushes her hands over his Pectorals and Abdominals.
He never thought he’d live the day. The day to be touched by a loving hand. Not lust. Love. Her caress is pure love - he can tell. He knows. It is in the slight tremor of her fingertips. In the way her skin warms slightly to the touch. In the lingering, almost longing, of her touch.
Her soft hands skim lightly over his hips and continue to glide down his outer thighs. His tibias and feet.
There is innocence in that touch. Inexperience and curiosity.
Gentleness.
He basks in her timid exploration of his body.
It is arousing.
Her hands return up. Now they are rubbing soft circles on his inner thighs. And for the first time, he is glad - glad that his manhood decided to be alive again.
His breath hitched in anticipation.
He knows what he wants. But he won't rush her. He doesn’t want to intimidate her. He can be patient. After all, there is plenty of time. They have all the time in the world. His fingers itch for her skin but he lets her set the pace.
Yes.
Her touch is nervous at first. She maps the entire area, feeling like a blind person. Her voice quivered and her hand shakes slightly. He couldn’t contain low guttural hiss.
She pulls back but returns quickly. Her motions are slow. Too lose. Clumsy. So intoxicating. But, they improve. They are getting stronger, more engaged.
And the pressure, the tidal waves one after another crash at his abdomen, settle in his pelvis.
Her hands are soft - like silken gloves.
He yearns to buck. To thrust up in to that silky smoothness. But he does not. It is her time to play, he’ll have his time - later. And he will return the favour - tenfold.
The white light explodes.
He’d forgotten. Forgotten how it feels. The feel of skin on skin.
How it feels to reach the bliss guided there by the other than yourself.
His chest heaving for few long moments. Her touch is gone. He feels drained and more charged up than ever in his life.
She is massaging his scalp. Why? Citrus and orange blossoms mix with the soft scent of almonds.
It is time.
He knows her. He knows her brilliant mind. Her wit. Her sharp intellect. Her playful seduction naive and tempting at once. Her gentle heart. Her tender soul.
And now…
...He will know body.
It is time.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione frowned. Draco was looking at her with guilt in his eyes and spite on his face.
“But, we need to wash him and…” she huffed.
“Sorry Bucktooth, today you are on your own.” He grinned. Her face heated. “Just don’t do what I wouldn’t and you’ll be fine.” Draco wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“But.. I’ll have to…” She stuttered. “I mean I’m a girl. Surely…”
“What? You think it’s easier for me because I’m a bloke?” He looked angry now. “We don’t do stuff like that.”
“But you…”
“The man raised me! He saved my life! I’d go through fire for him. That’s why I help. But you are his nurse. So do your bloody job.”
“Can’t you postpone?” She tried.
“No. I had to move sky and earth to secure Aurors and reservation. I’m taking Astoria to the dinner.”
“But, you work with me.”
“I work my penance with you, I’m not your personal slave.” He hissed. “You took care of him before.”
“But I never… I used my magic on him and now I can’t…” She sighed. “He’ll kill me.”
“He might, but he might also kill me. I had to clench my teeth so I suggest you do the same.” He turned and walked towards the door.
“But… Draco.”
“Have a fun evening, Granger.”
She was left alone in the bathroom. Snape was in the tub, towel over his private parts. His eyes stared blankly into nothing. She sighed.
“He told me never to touch him without his permission.” She whined to an empty bathroom. “Misty!” Elf appeared. “Misty, can you help me wash Master Snape? Draco had...ummm… has a previous engagement.”
“Sorry Missy, Misty can’t.”
“Misty?”
“Misty use magic. Healer lady said no magic. Misty can’t. But Missy dirty eyes can. No more just watch.” Huffed elf with disdain.
“You knew. You really knew.” She gasped.
“Misty knows. If Missy can watch, Missy can touch. Misty won’t watch. Take care of the Master rent-an-elf.” Misty punctuated her words with nodding of her head and vanished.
She twirled around the bathroom. She was alone with him.
You can do it, Hermione. You did once already. Except, when she did that last time all of this happened.
Taking a deep steadying breath approached the tub.
“I am so sorry, Severus. I tried. I really did.” She took a bar of soap. “I will wash your shoulders. I don’t know if you can hear me. But I’ll keep on talking, just in case you can.”
She started to wash his shoulders and she could swear that he is somehow more relaxed. Not that she could claim that with certainty, he looked the same no matter what. She kept her touch light.
“I’m going to wash your arms.” She informed him, gliding studded hands over his arm.
I really hope you don’t mind me touching you.
She eased him on one of her arms and gently washed his back. Lening him back, his head lolled to the side. The ends of his hair spread around him in the water like black ink.
“I’m going to wash your chest and stomach.” She whispered. He hands trembled. “Do you remember the I first time I bathed you? You were ready to kill me. You did your best to toss me out.” Her hands followed slow circular motions to his abdomen. “Lucius barged in, you tossed him out. You told me that I’m desperate for male company.” She chuckled. “I wasn’t. Well, I’m still not, but I am desperate. For you to wake up.”
Her fingers skimmed over his hip. The bones were still sharp but with much more meat and not so jutting anymore. He did fill up nicely. He was still skinny, but she had a feeling that that was just him.
“You did enjoy this, even then.” She continued talking washing his legs. “Your leg muscles are returning. They getting stronger. Firmer.” She intensified her pressure over the ropey muscle. “But you are going to lose this if you don’t come back.”
She switched to another leg, enjoying the feeling of his skin under her fingers.
“The truth is - I miss you. I miss our conversations. I even miss your insults.” She sighed. “Now would be a good time for one, you know? At this point, you’d toss me out. You’d do this by yourself, with Misty watching you. If you don’t snap out - I’ll have to.”
She crossed her palms over her chest, not caring that she’s making huge wet patches on her top. She is shaking. Then realisation hit her - it is not fear. Anticipation. That made her pause.
Why would I anticipate?
Her own reaction scared her more than a possibility of his wrath. Timidly she unlocked her arms from her chest. Telling herself that the water will get cold. Even if she knows it won't. The tub is charmed - water will stay clean and warm no matter what.
But it is a good excuse as any, one that she can wrap her brain around. Because she can’t… She refused to even begin to ponder why would she anticipate? Why would she even want to touch him? She ignored the tingling in her fingers this entire time.
It couldn’t be connected to…
No, most certainly it can't. She didn’t want him. What she did - she did it in order to erase both his and hers bad memories. It was just that - slightly more pleasant experience. Nothing more than that. Right?
Her hands shake when she reaches into the water.
“Well, you had your chance, Severus. Really, I have no alternative - I have to - so, my apologies.” She mumbles.
With a frow and too strong bite on her lower lip, she touched him. Her focus is on his face and his face is no different than before. Blank face, blank eyes. The same position she arranged him in.
Her hands trembled when she glided her fingers, tangling them in coarse curly hair. A stark contrast to the soft silkiness of his hair. The water is full of foam, and suds and oily from potions she poured in it. Her hand glided over his groins to his sac.
“I know I can’t see anything. Because of the foam, you know, but here I’ll close my eyes. Would that make it easier for you?” Her voice is shaking. She is shaking.
And still, it is not fear.
Her hands brush over his sack. She frowns. All feelings aside - how do they wash themselves down there? It never occurred to her to ask. She knows how she does it, how she was thought. Biting harder on her lip she decides that she will use what she knows.
And the feeling is completely strange. She has a vague idea that she maybe shouldn’t - squeeze? The flesh in her hands is soft and wrinkly and… She’s conjuring images from anatomy books she saw. But it does appear that he has more - skin than she anticipated.
Still, she does not linger. Trying to be fast and efficient, she is probably a bit rougher than it should. But, the situation is embarrassing for both of them. And that pulsating heat in her chest doesn’t help.
His cock is… well...not hard, but also not quite flaccid either. Her frown deepened. How do they wash this part? Not sure what to do she decided to mimic his movements. Maybe it’s not the smartest idea, but she doesn’t have a lot to go on.
Tugging on his manhood, she is tightly clenching her eyes. Not that it helped. She can’t see below the foam anyway. But she can feel. And what she felt is… it started to - expand - in her hand.
He made a hissing sound. With a subdues shriek she released him.
Hermione turned to his face and opened her eyes, blinking at the light and yellow spots until they focused on his form. He looked the same, a tad bit more relaxed. Did he really make a sound or she just imagined it?
But now, they have another problem. She has another problem. And she can’t solve it with magic.
“I am truly sorry, but I have to…well...you know? I think I know how.”
With a sigh, she returned her hands on him. The feeling is the same as the last time. And either he is above the norm or her hands are too small. Or maybe she is just too inexperienced.
Trying really hard not to think of - that. She focused on all the times she spied on him through the keyhole. She mimicked his motions at first.
That blasted heat spread, making her skin perspire. It is in her belly and milling up her neck and face. And no cooling charm would help. The heat comes from within.
Gods! Did it…? Is it…? Did - that - just moved on its own?
She remembered the sheet in the hospital twitching. Maybe it is normal? She tightened her grip. Her arm hurt and her hand cramped a little. She speeded up, she has to - if she wants to help him before her strength and resolve give up.
The girls were right - this is hard work.
His muscles tightened under her touch. And even if his face is the same - blank, she can feel it. There is something just beneath his skin. His lips didn’t move but the quiet grunt escaped his throat.
The - body part - in her hand pulsed. She still couldn’t see anything but she had a good idea what was going on. Hermione released him quickly. And she could swear that he looked more relaxed, and yet - unchanged.
Hermione stared in his face wondering what now?
The heat is still there.
With a sigh, she moved to wash his hair. And then - she felt it...
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