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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
the most massive characters are seared with scars.

Kahlil
Gibran

Conquest is Easy, Control is Not. By Florence W. Snape

Chapter 9:

It was not yet morning
when Severus Snape returned to his chambers, absolutely sure that he wouldn�t
find her there. After all, how could she be there still after what had happened
earlier? Any respectable woman- and Severus was sure that Hermione was, indeed,
very respectable; naughtiness in the bedroom not withstanding- would have felt
offended that he had left her at her most vulnerable, feeling ashamed of her
own actions and quite possibly facing the rage of Professor McGonagall and
Albus Dumbledore upon discovering what had really been going on down in the
dungeons.

Yes, he felt
somewhat calm as he waved his wand repeatedly undoing the charms that usually
protected his chambers. He was not drunk, though he had had a couple of
firewhiskeys down at the Hog�s Head. He went down there mostly because he
needed time to think and doing it over drinks was much more endurable than
doing it completely sober, but also because he wanted to give her time to flee
without him witnessing her departure. He wasn�t sure why the thought of her
leaving made him uncomfortable but he tried to push those feelings aside. He
really should be feeling grateful that this whole thing was over and relieved
that she would be gone from his life forever, so he did his best to logically
convince himself that it was all for the greater good. Everything would be back
to normal once he got back to Hogwarts, but he ought to give her time. Yes,
time was essential.

So six hours
later Severus Snape could be found waving his wand remarkably slowly in front
of his front door, trying to delay the moment in which he would come face to
face with reallity.

The door
cricked opened but he didn�t move.

�What are you
doing here?� he asked from the doorframe still, frowning at the sight of her of all people.

�I live here.
Where did you expect me to be?� she said, standing up at once for she had been
waiting for him in the couch in which they had shared a naughty adventure some
weeks before.

�Certainly not
here,� he said, turning his back to her and warding his door again.

�We need to
talk,� Hermione said, walking to where he was. She stretched her right arm to
touch his shoulders but something made her pull away. She wasn�t entirely sure
if the man that had returned to her smelling of cigars was old snarky Professor
Snape or passionate Severus Snape, the one she had grown so fond of over the
last couple of weeks.

�I see no point
in talking, Miss Granger. I failed to answer your question earlier because I
saw no reason to hurt your feelings- after all, we have been intimate- but if you insist, I will and I am certain you
won�t find it pleasing,�

�Severus�,� she
started to say, her hands shaking slightly.

�This has
progressed a lot further than I anticipated and it has to stop,� he firmly
said, his back to her.

�Will you
please look at me while you talk?� she asked, angry in spite of herself.

He turned
around reluctantly and saw her- really saw her- for the first time after
leaving her in his office. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was a mess and
her lower lip was trembling a little, silently begging Severus to kiss it and
make it all better. He must have stared at her lips a little too long because
suddenly her face was so close he could count the nineteen freckles on her nose
he had grown to adore. She was staring at him intently and when she pressed a
hand on his chest, he looked away at once. He knew that staring at the floor
while she was boldly taking action made him look like a coward but the
sincerity of her gaze was entirely too much to handle at the moment. He didn�t
trust himself around her anymore; he didn�t entirely trust himself to do what
he knew must be done, what he should have done in the first place.

�This,� he
said, firmly grabbing her wrist, �is entirely inappropriate, Miss Granger. I
expected better of you. I thought that after what happened tonight you would
have the good sense to leave. Since you are still here, perhaps I should make
myself clearer. Accio Contract!�

In seconds, the
parchment flew from Severus� study to his outreached hands.

�Incendio,� he thought, not because he
was really good at non-verbal spells though he undoubtedly was, but because he
wasn�t entirely sure he could speak; the look of utter terror on her face was
not something he would soon forget. He turned around again and started undoing
the wards for the second time that night. When he was done, without turning
around he softly whispered, �Leave now,�

He could hear
her sobbing behind him and he had to dig his fingernails deep into his skin to
prevent himself from hugging her.

�Severus� no� I
can�t believe� this can�t be over,� she stammered, her hand on her chest now so
as to feel the speed of her heartbeats, as if afraid it might stop working any
second now.

�Rest assured
that I will write a letter of recommendation to the Potions Mater or Mistress
you wish to continue your apprenticeship with. Your studies will not be
affected,� he stated matter-of-factly.

�My
studies? Severus, I
don�t care about my studies! What is this? Why are you doing this? Is it about
the door being ajar? I don�t care if someone heard us! Please, don�t do this,�
she begged.

�Don�t be
stupid. This has nothing to do with the door being ajar. What did you expect,
Miss Granger; for me to marry you, to father your children? You should have
realized that it was not possible, that it could never last. I am not that kind
of man,� Severus said, his voice in perfect control, his tone a threatening
one.

�No�I wasn�t
thinking that far along�,� she started to say.

�Exactly, Miss Granger,
you clearly weren�t thinking,� he said, stepping closer to her, �Leave now,
girl,�

�I won�t,� she
said, determined, �Severus, please� feel my heart,� she said, grabbing his hand
and placing it on her left breast. He could distinctively feel her heart
hammering away rapidly under his palm. He wanted to say something but he was
half afraid he would choke for under that hand rested a heart that was beating
fast for him.

Being that such
a personal and overwhelming thing to realize, he pushed the thought aside and
focused his attention on her hardened nipples. If this was goodbye, he might as
well greet her properly. To his amazement, she came undone under his touch and
soon enough their robes laid scattered on the floor and they were locked in each
other�s arms, with Severus� lips firmly attached to Hermione�s neck and chest.

�Is this what
you want?� he whispered while licking his way down her navel �is this you
crave?�

�Yes�,� she
confessed, grabbing his hair and pulling his head down.

He smirked. He
could really be proud of himself; he really had tainted her. Who would have
thought that Hermione Granger was capable of such wanton acts? This was all his
doing; he was her teacher in the matters of the flesh. It had been good while
it lasted but now it was time for her to graduate. Sure, he was going to miss
the softness of her skin, the taste of her breasts, the sounds from her mouth
and even the particular sensation of waking up with his nose buried in a
mountain of her curls, but it had to be done.

He inhaled
deeply, as if trying to detect the exact components of her perfume and
continued licking his way down until he realized that this was going to be the
very last time he was going to touch her and that soon enough other men would
bury their tongues deep inside her or fuck her with their fingers. He was to
remain behind, fucking the occasional whore, while she moved on to greater
things, greater men, far away from Hogwarts, from him, from what they had
shared.

And suddenly he
was angry, and this rage was like nothing he had felt before� it was
possessive, it was animal. He wanted to mark her, he wanted to hurt her for her
future infidelity, he wanted to make it perfectly clear to whoever came next
that this woman had been his and it was because of him that she had transform
into this temptress.

�Turn around,�
he ordered. She opened her eyes at once, smiled, and complied with what he had
requested. After all, when had he really hurt her? She trusted him completely
and that appealed immensely to his dark side. He had her completely at his
mercy. Her ass was soft and round and entirely too big, according to her, but
he loved it. He could still see the red marks he had left earlier in his office
when they had played Detention and again, he felt the Death Eater in him take
control. With no restraint whatsoever, he slapped her cheeks hard again and
again until they were purple and she was no longer moaning from pleasure but
shouting from pain.

�Severus�please,
STOP!� she shouted, but he couldn�t hear her. The more
it hurt, the better because it could, in no way, compare to the horrible truth
that she was about to leave him forever. And after this, she wasn�t going to
beg to stay anymore.

Spreading her
ass cheeks, he felt his way towards her clit and stimulated her with his
fingers. It took little to no time for her to trust him again, to open
completely to him, to purr whenever he caressed her swollen flesh. The fact
that she could get so wet over such torturous treatment made his cock twitch
and beg for release. His arousal was painfully evident through his trousers and
his eyes when blank for a moment when she pressed her hot bottom on his hips,
teasing him, inviting him in.

He needed to
feel her, he needed to mark her. She was leaving him forever and he knew that
the only way to satiate his animalistic irrational need. Reaching down between
their bodies, he slipped his middle finger inside and touched a particularly
sensitive spot that made her moan the sweetest thing Severus had ever heard. He
wasn�t going to be able to hold it much longer.

Gathering most
of her juices and lubricating her anus, he slipped a finger up her ass and felt
her stiffen. With one hand, he unzipped his pants and stroked his aching cock a
couple of times, preparing himself for what was to come. He needn�t bother,
though: he had been ready from the moment she had placed his hand on her chest.

Taking his
finger out, he rubbed the head of his member on her slit, teasing her, inviting
her to relax. After a couple of minutes, Hermione had forgotten all about
Severus� previous explorations and wanted nothing more than to be filled and
stretched. But if she thought he was going to go about the usual way, she had
other thing coming. When he finally pushed the head past the muscles on her
bottom, she screamed in pain.

�No. Not there,
please, Severus�,� she begged and tried to pull away but Severus was having
none of that. Grabbing her hips forcefully and digging his fingernails on her
skin, he pushed forward until he was half-way inside of her. Distantly, as if
hearing her from an old radio, he heard her crying. He wanted to say something,
to reassure her that it was going to be alright and that after a while the pain
would go away only to be replaced by ecstasy but he stopped himself from doing
any of those things. In fact, the more it hurt the better. He wanted her out of
his life, didn�t he? He wanted her marked and ready to leave as soon as he was
finished and so he ignored her protests and pulled out only to pull in again�and
again and again until he was all the way inside, buried to the hilt in
Hermione�s virgin tunnel. She was whimpering in pain but he kept thrusting all
the same. Somewhere along the way, though, Hermione stopped fighting him and
only to lay there, almost as still as a statue, gasping for air and with a
painful expression on her face, as if waiting for it to be over soon, hoping
that he would stop before it was too late to go back.

Severus tried
to ignore it at first. Her reluctance to scream and protest only urged him to
fuck her harder and faster but she didn�t give him the satisfaction of reacting
to his cruel treatment. Finally, he stopped too and pressed his forehead on her
back, trying to steady his heart. He was still buried deep inside of her but
even though the tight walls were enough to make any man come, his cock felt
oddly flaccid. In seconds he came to realize that feeling her cry underneath
him was the saddest feeling in the world and that personal gratification was
not possible under the circumstances.

Pulling out of
her, he sighed. She was trembling from head to toe and her cheeks were wet with
tears. Her hair was a mess and her bum bore all the marks of his abuse. He
hated himself for marking her skin that way but he despised himself even more
for ever thinking that changing Hermione Granger was possible. Indeed her
appetite for sex had increased with each encounter but looking at her now, with
her ass still in the air and her eyes painfully shut, he couldn�t help but
think that he had tainted something beautiful and innocent. Were the few nights
of passion and the couple of role-playing games worth such sad sight?

But it wasn�t
about sex anymore. No. Severus Snape had known even earlier in his office while
they shared a laugh that it had stopped being about sex a long time ago. And it
was this intoxicating thing that he dared not name- the same that made him
whistle happily on the way to his chambers every night or buy rare books in
Hogsmeade that matched her interests- that had complicated things. But now that
she hated him, and he had made sure of that, his hands were clean and he could
go back to sour evenings and taking abnormally large amounts of points from
Gryffindor. He sensed, however, that not even winning the Quidditch Cup from
McGonagall would make him feel better.

With his back
to her, he Accio�ed their robes and
threw the smaller one to Hermione who, by now, was sitting down on the couch
but refused to meet his gaze. For the first time in his adult life, Severus
Snape realized that he had a heart. And it was because of this that he needed
to get away from her. Taking a deep breath, he said the only thing left unsaid.

�Goodbye, Miss
Granger,�

And with that, he
walked all the way to his chambers and closed the door. The next day, when he
woke up, he found that she was no longer there and that she had left him,
perhaps, forever.

***

Minerva
McGonagall was normally an early riser. She was a Head of house, after all, and
it was her responsibility to keep an eye on her students. Professor McGonagall
liked to keep on top of things, you see, and waking up early had never been
more important than that morning. The night before she had witnessed the
coupling of Master and Apprentice, of a teacher with a former student, of
Professor Severus Snape- former Death Eater- and Hermione Granger- former
know-it-all- and thus sleeping had been out of the question. She had stayed up
all night thinking of different courses of action but after hours of profound
reflection, she was none the wiser. So when the sun rose from the East, she
decided that doing something was better than doing nothing at all and that a
confrontation was in order. She was a Gryffindor, after all, and a bit of
courage was all she needed.

She had no idea
how she was going to go about it but after forty years of teaching she knew
better than to doubt her instincts.

�A quick
breakfast and then to the dungeons,� she muttered to herself as she descended
the stairs from Gryffindor
Tower. However, when she
reached the Entrance Hall she saw something that made her heart stop.

It was Hermione
Granger but she wasn�t walking to the library or making her way towards the
Great Hall for breakfast. No, she was sprawled on the floor beside her trunk
with her limbs resting at odd angles. Professor McGonagall was no fool and she
knew at once that something had gone terribly wrong. Running as fast as she
could for someone her age, she knelled next to the still warm body of her
former student and checked for her pulse.

�Enervate,� she said with confidence
after making sure her heart and her lungs were working properly. But Hermione
did not move.

�Oh dear,�
whispered Professor McGonagall caressing Hermione�s cheek and noticing for the
first time the grey shadows under her eyes, �What happened after I left?�

Deciding at
once that she could waste no more time, she pointed her wand at Hermione and at
her trunk and whispered �Locomotor�.
Within seconds they were making their way towards the Hospital Wing and away
from the prying eyes of the few students who would be coming down for an early
lunch in just a few minutes.

***
A/N:
To the two people that still read this fic: I�M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO
UPDATE! I still haven�t corrected chapter 8 after getting the corrected
draughts from my girls and chapter 9 took forever to write. I�ve been as busy
as Percy with cauldron reports but that is no excuse. I'm sorry!
I do hope you liked chapter 9. It�s a bit sad and a bit� strong� but
very important plot wise. Many people have already guessed the meaning of the
dream a few chapters back and it�ll come back to haunt Severus in chapter 10
but for now I shall say no more. In the words of wise Fred, ask me no questions
and I will tell you no lies.
BTW, I'm sure you've noticed but this chapter hasn't been beta read yet.
I will upload "The Good Version" as soon as I get it from my girls.
I want to finish with this fic before the New Year so that probably
means that I am going to write a lot more now. And just imagine the speed in
which I will write if you review! Super fast, I guarantee! Please feel free to
say whatever you like, getting reviews is my reason for writing�it would make
me day!
Florence
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