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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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Lucius looked up and saw the still-damp haired Snape enter the library. �Scotch please. A large one,� came the hoarse voice.
�I take it your evening with Hermione didn�t end exactly as planned,� Lucius leered as he poured the Scotch.
�It ended just the way I expected it to,� he growled in response as he took the glass.
Lucius couldn�t help but chuckle quietly. Either Severus had completely lost his touch, or he had a serious masochistic streak running through him. He looked over at Seveus who was staring intently into the Scotch, as if the answers of the universe could be found in the amber liquid. It was kind of sad, actually. He had never known Seveus to actually enjoy indulging his baser desires; even when the two of them had been wreaking havoc as Death Eaters, Severus never actually enjoyed the raping, the torture, and the killings. Lucius smiled reflectively. He had never had that problem personally � he found all of that extremely gratifying. Of course, that was why they had made such a good team � the two extremes, balancing out one another. Even now, he looked back on those days with a certain fondness. Still, he couldn�t help but provoke his old friend.
�So, you knew you�d end up without the girl at the end of the evening, drinking my best scotch like it was water, eh?� Lucius paused. Actually, knowing Severus, he probably did figure that was how the evening would end. �What do you attribute it to? Your charming personality, or your innate ability to say the right thing at exactly the right time?�
�No, just the fact that I am able to override my natural desire to strangle fools,� he muttered. Lucius raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The way this was going, he was going to have to order some more scotch.
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Fine. Fuck him. If that was how he was going to be, throwing himself on her, and then accusing her of being a tease, and finally humiliating her by throwing her out. Just when things were getting seriously interesting.
Was Snape so seriously fucked up that he couldn�t get intimate with anyone? Or was it her? She sighed. It wasn�t that she was completely inexperienced with guys. There had been several tentative grapplings with guys � boys, really � including Viktor, and very briefly, Ron, as well as Sverre, one of the other Potions apprentices. She vaguely had considered Sverre as �the one�, until she learned that he expected any mate of his to be his assistant, not his equal. Of course, she mused, he had been like that in bed, too. After that, nothing really. She had gone on a couple of dates with people from the Ministry, but they were either stuffed shirts, or they dated her for the simple novelty of going out with one of the few female Potions Masters in the world. But nobody who had really sparked something in her. Until this week.
Lucius. Well. Who knew what Lucius was really after. With him, it was too hard to tell � he was clearly playing a game with her, but how he expected it to end was a mystery to her. Still, the attention was sort of nice, and Ginny was probably right � an older guy wouldn�t have the same neurotic hang-ups as the boys she had gone out with. She snorted. Except for Snape - he clearly had some serious neurotic hang-ups. Different than the insecurities of teenage guys, but probably more insidious, too.
Bah. What was the point of all of this? She�d likely remain alone, devoting her life to her work. And owning a lot of magic-powered toys, she giggled to herself. But damn, it was so much more fun to have a partner, than to just rely on toys and imagination. But Severus. Damn. Just thinking about their interaction, only a few hours old, got her aroused again. Bastard. He bites me, leaves his mark on me, and then tells me I�m a tease. All I can say is that if I get another chance, I�m not letting him just send me off like that again. He gets me going like that, and then tells me to sod off. Nope. Not next time. He�s going to finish what he started.
If there is a next time, the voice in her head reminded her.
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Snape didn�t sleep well. He attributed it to too much Scotch, but he knew it really wasn�t that. It was the images of Hermione, against the wall, her hair loose, her lips swollen, and the look of shock and rejection when he pushed her away. He kept seeing that look on her face. She hadn�t wanted him to stop. Gods. How long had it been since he had been with someone who was actually enjoying it, and wasn�t just charging by the hour, or who wasn�t being forcibly held down by another Death Eater or two?
Damn. He�d only wanted to scare her, and yet she hadn�t resisted. Hell, she had even responded. And yet he�d stopped. Because he was so afraid that she�d realize what she was doing, and with whom she was doing it, and she�d stop. And he couldn�t bear to open himself up to that possibility.
Damn her. If she had just resisted a little bit � fought him more or something � he could have accepted it a little more. Then, it would have just been him forcing himself on her, and he could justify that. He could leave that memory with the other rapes and assaults he had committed over the years. Not forgotten, but regretted as a whole, not as individual events to be relived one by one.
But she hadn�t resisted; instead, she�d moaned at his touch, wanting more. And that memory was burned in his brain.
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Not wanting to face either Lucius or Snape the next morning, Hermione skipped breakfast and headed directly over to Ginny�s room. She knocked on the door, heard some rustling of clothes before she heard the anticipated �Come in.� She walked in, and Ginny was sitting on the bed brushing her hair in a bathrobe, while Draco was sitting in bed, his chest bare, the covers pulled up to his waist.
Hermione felt like an intruder, �Oh, I hope I�m not interrupting anything.�
Draco answered. �Nope. Not now. Of course, if you had come down half an hour ago, we would have called through the door for you to go away and come back later.� Draco smirked, and Hermione caught of brief glimpse of his father in his features as he spoke, �How was your, uh, conversation with Snape? He seemed pretty, er, intense last night��
Ginny looked over at Hermione, a brief look of concern on her face as Hermione felt her face grow red. �Uh. He felt that my clothing was not appropriate dining attire, and that I was, uh, insulting Lu-, uh, your father, but that your father had too much tact to tell me himself,� she answered lamely.
Draco snorted. �I doubt that! My dad couldn�t keep his eyes off you � if anything, he�d was hypnotized, not insulted! More than likely, Snape was too, but he�s probably too frustrated to do anything about it. At least with my dad, you know, if you wanted him, you could have him. He�s got seriously loose knickers,� he added with a smile.
Hermione couldn�t help but laugh; describing Lucius as a slattern was just too funny. Ginny cast a warning glance at Draco, and he looked a little more serious. �Speaking of which, I�m supposed to go find him, and have a chat with him about my �responsibilities as the Malfoy heir� � I think he said � this morning. Which leaves you two to do wedding things,� he added, with a wink at Ginny. Wrapping the comforter around his waist, he got out of bed, put his dressing gown on, tossed the comforter back on the bed, and left the room.
As soon as the door shut behind Draco, Ginny offered Hermione a chair, and ordered some breakfast from the house elves. �Ok, Herm, tell me what really happened with Snape last night?�
Hermione sighed. Ginny was too perceptive by far. She told her the entire thing, starting from when they left the dining room, to when he called her a tease and told her to get out.
�So,� she smiled wryly, �I�m torn � the guy really turned me on � as scary as that sounds - but he�s definitely fucked-up. So, I either just avoid him � other than during the wedding, when he and I have to spend time together - thanks for that, by the way,� she added sarcastically, �� and forget the thing ever happened, and go take my sexual frustrations out on Lucius, or, I see if I can corner him, and get him to make a dishonest woman out of me.�
Ginny looked at Hermione with more than a hint of surprise in her eyes; they had always giggled about guys, and shared fantasies, but it had been so long since she had known Hermione to be interested in anyone. And Snape? Well, like she had thought originally, he wouldn�t be bad for her. Better than Lucius, certainly. �Well, don�t rush into anything with Lucius. He�s, er, he�s going to be my father-in-law, but I don�t think it would be so good if you hooked up with him.�
Hermione grinned wickedly, �Either that, or it would be very good!� Ginny threw a pillow at her best friend.
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She debated not going to dinner that evening. She was tired; she had spent all day with Ginny, going over lists, and seating arrangements, and making sure the house elves had been properly instructed. All she really wanted was a long hot soak, a good book, and nice quiet evening. She didn�t want to have to face another potential tirade from Snape. Or another potential humiliation at his hands.
However, Ginny had convinced her that if that was how she really wanted to spend her evening, then attending dinner would be the best way to go. �If you don�t go to dinner, you know that Lucius, at least, will come looking for you, and if he comes looking for you, you can bet that Snape�ll be right behind him. Come to dinner, and just leave early; I�ll just make your excuses, telling them that you were really busy today � and you were � and then you won�t get bothered. You could probably do with a good rest � you�ve been so good helping me with all this, and you�ve got all that added stress.� Ginny looked at her friend, a mixture of love and concern in her face.
�Fine. I�ll go. But what the hell am I supposed to wear, since the Lord and Master Snape has decreed that all of my clothes are indecent?� She stopped as the thought struck her, �It�s not like I can wear any of those dresses anyway � his, er, his bite marks will be visible,� she finished, blushing.
Hermione finally settled on a classic black dress with long sleeves, a high turtleneck collar, and a full skirt. It still clung to her figure in spots, but it was a sober change from the dresses she had worn the last two nights. She put her hair up in a quick twist, not wanting to bother with it further.
She met Ginny and Draco outside the living room, and walked in with them. Lucius watched Hermione as she walked in the room. She looked a little peaked, and certainly more tired than she had last night. He glanced over at Severus, who was also looking a little drawn. What the hell had happened between the two of them last night? Still, she looked good, and while her dress was definitely not as revealing as the ones she had worn previously, it gave her an air of sophistication. He nodded at her, a faint smile on his lips. Hermione nodded back, trying to suppress a flicker of a grin as she flashed on Draco�s characterization of his father as having �loose knickers.�
Snape looked at Hermione. Good. The girl had finally gotten the concept of appropriate dress. Although, it dawned on him, of course she couldn�t have worn anything that left her neck and shoulders bare� He watched her, feeling a twinge of something he couldn�t identify, as Lucius took her hand to his mouth, and gave her a look of guarded concern.
Hermione�s eyes glanced over Snape, but he was looking away from her. Fine, she thought savagely; you want to ignore me? Pretend nothing happened? Fine. Two can play at that game.
When she turned back to Lucius, Snape gazed at her, trying to discern whether she was angry at him, hurt, or just tired. It was hard to tell.
Lucius watched Hermione throughout dinner. Clearly something had happened between her and Severus last night. That much was apparent from Severus� attitude in the library last night, and now, from Hermione�s complete lack of acknowledgement of Severus. She still chatted with Lucius about a variety of topics, but he could tell her heart wasn�t in it. What the fuck had Severus done to her? And the vermin had had the balls to tell him to stay away from her! Lucius kept glancing at Severus to see if he could get some indication of what was going on here, but Severus was staring at either Hermione when he thought she wasn�t looking, or at a blank spot in the center of the table. Their usual after-dinner conversations in the library were going to take on a slightly different tone tonight, Lucius decided.
Hermione carried on the conversation with Lucius mechanically. How could Severus sit right next to her, his hands � those hands! � so close to her, and act as though she didn�t exist? Bastard. Absolute and utter bastard. Ignoring him was hard, because his mere presence beside her brought back visions of his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, in her hair, and ultimately, his rejection of her. She tried to push those images out of her head.
Ginny and Draco watched the silent drama that was continuing between the other three members of the table. It was interesting, Ginny mused. Snape kept staring at Hermione, and Lucius kept flicking his eyes between Hermione and Snape, while Hermione focused her attention on Lucius.
Finally, mercifully, Hermione was able leave the dining room. Conversation had been artificial all night, and sitting so close to Snape while trying to block out his very existence had been trying.
Snape watched her leave, trying to pick up some sense of how she was feeling by watching her walk. It didn�t do any good, and he sighed silently.
When she left the room, Lucius turned to Snape. �Drinks. The library. Now.� The tone in his voice was one Draco hadn�t heard his father use in a long time � an angry command that offered the recipient little choice but to obey. Draco patted Ginny�s hand; this wasn�t their concern. Hermione was in her room for the night, and whatever occurred between his father and his godfather was out of his control.
****
�What the fuck did you do to her last night, Severus?� Lucius� voice was steely and cold.
�It�s really none of your damn business, Lucius,� Snape answered in a sneering tone.
Lucius� eyes narrowed. �Actually, I rather think it is my business, Severus. She is a guest in my house � a guest whose company I have come to enjoy, I might add � and that alone makes it my business. But I think it�s rather ironic that you�ve been telling me to stay away from her, to not do anything to her, and yet you�ve clearly done enough that the girl doesn�t even want to look at you. So, yes, it is my business.�
�Your sentiments are admirable, Lucius, but I don�t think it would be honorable of me to tell you what passed between Miss Granger and myself last night.� Snape�s eyes flashed dangerously.
Lucius looked at him. Damn. �If you�ve done anything to hurt her, Severus, I will have your head on a fucking platter. And you know damn well that I�m capable of it, too,� he hissed.
Snape clenched his jaw muscles, trying to keep his emotions in check. Yes, Lucius certainly was capable of it. He had done so in the past, several times, in fact. �Believe me, Lucius,� his voice was barely a whisper, �If I�ve done anything to hurt her, then you�re welcome to my head.�
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