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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: I know, I know; it's been a while. I have been busy brewing and duelling for the Pottermore Housecup, so please bear with me. ;) Plus, English is unfortunately not my first language, meaning writing/correcting mistakes probably takes way longer than it does for a native speaker. Again, sorry for the delay.
Additionally, a big thanks goes to my always faithful and persistent dear beta "WolfInTheShadows". Thank you so much for your consequent beta-ing and background research! :)
Alright then, here we go! Now let's learn about the consequences of being late... ;)
Hope you enjoy!^^

Chapter Nine - 'The McGonagall Incident'
Hermione swallowed hard. "Again Sir, I'm sorry. Malfoy…I mean, Lord Malfoy and I had a lot to…discuss."
Snape looked up, an eyebrow arched in curiosity. Now that was interesting. He wondered how Lucius had managed to make Hermione address him by title within just one afternoon and even now, in his absence. The professor smirked since he knew his old friend only too well. Probably the smug Blonde had indulged in theatrics and had scared the wits out of the poor girl. That would be so typical for him…
"Did Lucius take the oath I'd given you?" Snape asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while languidly continuing to grade papers.
Hermione walked across the room and stopped in front of his desk. "Yes, he did." She smiled triumphantly. "However, he had not been pleased with a few points you came up with."
Snape shrugged. "I couldn't care less. After all it would have been irresponsible to let you go to him defenceless."
This time, Hermione's eyebrow arched in pleasant surprise.
So he really does care for me! Even if it's in a rather weird way...
"So..." Hermione tilted her head. "You do feel responsible for me, Professor?"
Frowning, Snape replied in a rather uncharacteristic hasty fashion. "Pedagogically responsible that is, Miss Granger."
The smirk on Hermione's face grew even brighter. "Well, if memory serves me right it was you who told me that you are no longer my teacher so...you're no longer 'pedagogically responsible' for me either, Sir, are you?"
That little chit was actually trying to turn tables on who was in charge here!
Rising from his comfy chair, Snape predatorily walked around his desk to stop right next to Hermione. Towering intimidatingly over her small frame, he answered her question with a question. "Did Lucius insist on any additional conditions?"
Hermione felt herself blush a little and averted her gaze. Malfoy's kinky demand instantly reminded her all too well of her past forbidden encounters with Snape when she had still been his student. "Only one." She admitted after a moment of naughty reverie. "He insisted on me wearing my old Gryffindor school uniform when I...go to him."
"Excellent idea." She heard the professor's amused voice. "I'd consider making that a condition, too." And with a quick flick of his wand Hermione found herself in her old uniform. Well, not exactly her uniform...
Looking down on herself, Hermione frowned at the fact that she looked like the embodiment of some wanking material from 'Play Wizard'. She was reacting to this exactly as the professor had expected her to. Everything was going according to plan. He was wondering if she would react equally well to humiliation as she had unwittingly been responsive to Lucius' verbal domination or whatever he had done to make her learn her place and address him properly.
What he had in mind was not unlike the Muggle concept of BDSM. He'd be happy to take care of the first two letters; 'Bondage and Discipline', which would include the humiliation Hermione was about to experience. However, he'd leave the last two letters to Lucius. One probably needed to be born with a certain inclination to fully embrace the 'Sadism and Masochism' part of that sexual philosophy and Snape was pretty sure that he was not a natural born sadist like Lucius Malfoy.
Hell, the professor wouldn't mind tying her up and disciplining her; after all Hermione had been enjoying her initial spanking ten years ago greatly. Nevertheless, there were certain...dark and cruel practices that he would never ever administer on anyone freely, let alone on someone as inexperienced in that field as Hermione. No, that was Lucius' domain. However, the older Malfoy and he could share the middle two letters; 'Dominance and Submission'. It was an undeniable truth that both men loved that others cringed at their mere sight...
Inwardly chuckling over the disapproving look Hermione gave him, he drank in her sight; Hermione indeed wore her old Gryffindor uniform, however, an altered version: her white blouse clung way too tight to her chest, the upper buttons missing completely, giving potential onlookers a good glimpse of her busty cleavage. Hermione's grey skirt ended at least three inches above her knee. Her standard white socks ended just below her knees and instead of the flat and comfortable shoes she used to wear, her feet were now clad in rather high-heeled, black strapped shoes. The only thing that seemed to have remained in its original state was her Gryffindor tie that dangled provocatively between her breasts.
"You've got to be joking!" Hermione exclaimed in horror when she realised that her hairdo has also been changed; her hair was now dressed in two absolutely ridiculous looking bunches, secured with accompanying, Gryffindor-coloured ribbons. "That's not how I remember my uniform..."
"You do not approve, Miss Granger?" Snape asked mockingly; crossing his arms across his chest while he leaned back against his desk, fighting back a chuckle.
"Approve?" Hermione hissed; annoyance evident on her face. "I look like a trollop!"
Drinking in her sight for a few seconds, Snape contentedly watched Hermione grow more uncomfortable by the minute. It was plainly obvious that she hated her current outfit; just as she was supposed to.
Still eyeing her tarted up uniform, Hermione confidently stated. "No, I'm pretty sure that this is not what Lord Malfoy had in mind when he made his demand. He has told me in no uncertain terms that he expects me in 'my old school uniform' and..."
Snape suppressed yet another knowing smirk. Of course that outfit wouldn't do for Lucius; it was way too ordinary and, in the long term, would allow Hermione to become very aware and confident of her own sexual appeal once she had realised that such outfit could provoke a certain...response from a man. Given that she was still the insufferable pain in the ass, who had always been eager to get to the bottom of everything, Hermione might probably be all too keen to try and experimentally turn tables on the suave Blonde. And he wouldn't approve of that, so much was sure.
Not that Lucius wasn't willing to relinquish control from time to time, but the mere idea of an 'unworthy Mudblood' making Malfoy successfully jump through loops just because he no longer had control of his hormones would most certainly be Miss Granger's undoing in the end.
No, by letting her dress up in her original plain uniform as a symbol of all the long gone innocence and stubbornness that Hermione Granger used to represent gave the devious former Death Eater the unique chance to both revive and change the past to his likings. Snape knew that it had been hard for his pampered friend to accept the sacrosanct status that Hermione had held during the war thanks to Dumbledore; making it impossible for Lucius to get her into his clutches. When the years passed, the professor had always had the feeling that the elder Malfoy kept thinking of Hermione like Ahab did of the white whale. Obsessed. Snape seriously hoped that, once this long-term build of sexual tension had been eased, it would provide the two of them with the needed closure so they could finally let go of their mutual hatred for each other...
Snape's train of thought ended when Hermione waved her hand dismissively. "And this surely isn't the standard Gryffindor uniform. Please Professor, transfigure it back, will you? I'm starting to feel kind of...exposed."
Having said that, Hermione realised that the feeling of exposure started to excite her all the same as it made her feel uncomfortable.
Hm.
She had never been much of a fan of dressing up overly fancy or provocative; she was way too much down to earth for bells and whistles and was terrified of looking cheap. However, Hermione could have sworn that, for a brief second, she had glimpsed a touch of...weird approval in her former professor's obsidian eyes.
Oh well, obviously not even Snape is beyond thinking with the wrong head at times...
Hermione inwardly chuckled and even felt a little proud of herself to evoke that kind of response by doing nothing but being eye candy. But still, she was glad when Snape reached for his wand and started transfiguring her slutty outfit back to what Lucius had asked for. Well, everything but her bunches and high heels.
Before Hermione could even think of protesting, the professor swiftly turned her around and slowly started removing her ribbons by hand. Hermione stiffened when she sensed the inviting heat that radiated from the man behind her. Her body was still on fire from the images Malfoy had given her earlier so every kind of contact, or almost-contact, multiplied her desperate need for touch instantly.
Inhaling sharply, Hermione fought back the strong urge to simply lean back against the professor when she heard him purr promisingly into her ear. "Anything else I need to know about your arrangement with Lord Malfoy?"
"No." She replied, hardly audible, trying her best to block out Lucius' memories of the Dark Revels. Hermione had no intention of telling Snape that she had added a few conditions to the original version of his wording of the oath; including Lucius' promise to tell her the truth about everything she'd like to know about. The professor had been so secretive about that part of his life and, now knowing about the part he and Malfoy had played in those dark times, Hermione understood Snape's reasoning for not telling her.
"Very well." Snape's silky voice cut Hermione out of her haze. He had finished removing the ribbons from her hair. "Now, hand me your wand, Miss Granger."
"My wand, Sir?" Hermione asked, turning her head to look into a slightly annoyed face. Hermione could tell from experience that this was the kind of glance that meant 'I'm not going to repeat myself'.
Facing away from him again, Hermione quickly handed him her wand and couldn't stop herself from blurting in curiosity. "What would you need my wand for, Professor?"
Snape tutted. "As insolent and impatient as always, are we not, Miss Granger?" He loosened her tie and before Hermione knew what was happening, she found herself securely gagged with the red-and-gold piece of fabric. Frowning, she once again turned her head. This time, however, Snape's expression was not all peeved but somewhat amused; the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in a rare mischievous grin. "Now that's a better use for that tie, don't you agree?" He smirked, then mumbling away to himself. "Merlin help me, I wish I could have shut you up like this in class, ages ago..."
Hermione mumbled something incomprehensible into her gag but was ignored. "And..." Snape drawled seductively. "As it appears, these ribbons come in pretty handy, too." Having said that, the snarky Potions master expertly secured Hermione's wrists with aforementioned ribbons behind her back. Hermione fidgeted out of instinct.
"Stay still." Snape growled; indicating for Hermione that he was definitely back into his usual snarky dungeon bat mood. A shiver of excitement ran down Hermione's spine and she no longer dared to turn around when the professor emphasized his words with a rather uncharacteristic bottom smack. Hermione squeaked in surprise.
"I've got a task for you." Snape whispered hoarsely, while slowly letting his callous hand snake down from Hermione's bound wrists over the small of her back and bum. Hermione closed her eyes; enjoying the prickling sensation when she felt her skirt being lifted, the professor's elegant fingers brushing her upper thigh while tucking her skirt into the waistband. She forced herself to stop squirming when her plain white cotton knickers were lowered down her thighs.
Oh sweet torture!
"Hm?" Hermione sighed absent-mindedly, curious what that task might be, but too hot and bothered to form a single coherent sentence when Snape pressed himself against her now bare bottom.
Merlin, he smells so good...
"I want you to walk across the room, face the wall and...kneel." He explained in his trademark sonorous voice.
An overdose of adrenaline shot through Hermione's veins when she heard him utter the last word; too many naughty little memories popping up before her inner eye, adding to those Malfoy had given her earlier that day. Nevertheless, Hermione managed to nod her understanding.
"Good. Now then..." Snape said, giving Hermione a little push in the right direction. "Walk."
Cheeks glowing red with embarrassment, Hermione did as she was told. Confusion and additional excitement clouded her brain while she took insecure and not so graceful steps; the knickers around her upper legs making it harder for her to walk.
Why the hell am I letting him do this to me? This is humiliating!
Sure of Snape's piercing glance on her back, or on second thought rather on her exposed buttocks, a growing realisation hit Hermione. Deep within, she seemed to truly enjoy this degrading treatment. Well, parts of her. While her mind was obviously still struggling to let this fact sink in, it was unmistakable that her body strongly responded to it. Hermione felt a rush of thrill pulsing through her lower regions when she recalled that there would also be a task at hand. She had always loved tasks. And this was a whole new and exciting way to face them.
Reaching the stone wall left to the entrance door, Hermione stopped and reluctantly knelt. It was a kind of weird and silly feeling to face a wall and do nothing but wait; her face just a few inches away from the stones. She so wanted to ask dozens of questions, but all her tie gag allowed was a muffled mumble and she still didn't dare turn around.
A gleeful shudder of anticipation shivered down her spine when Hermione heard the familiar rustle of the professor's robes behind her.
"Good girl." She heard him utter and while Hermione was inwardly still beaming with joy over this rare approval, she suddenly spotted her wand from the corner of her eye.
Bowing over her, Snape held Hermione's wand against the wall and gently pushed her head forward so the tip of her nose kept her wand from falling down.
You can't be serious!
An outraged voice in Hermione's head protested, but to no avail.
"You see, Miss Granger, all you have to do is prevent your wand from falling to the ground." Hermione heard Snape say. "In case you manage to keep it up for a certain amount of time you might be..." Hermione sensed his hot breath tickling her ear as he drawled the next word. "Rewarded."
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and for a split second Hermione winced; then watching in horror as her wand tumbled down to the ground.
Shit!
"Tut tut. A little fidgety today, are we not?" Snape mocked her; a rather uncharacteristic touch of impish amusement in his voice. "First reprimand. Now let's see what we can do to help you keep your head in place."
Hermione intently listened to the echo of footsteps, wondering what to expect. Before long, she felt something heavy placed on her head.
"If memory serves me right, you've never been seen without a book while you were a student at Hogwarts, have you, Miss Granger?" The book was neatly adjusted on Hermione's wayward hair. "Wouldn't it be a nice touch to keep up that tradition?"
Hermione mumbled her disapproval into the gag. Yes, she loved books. But not on her head! That would make her task even more difficult.
The hardly audible grumbling, however, didn't go unnoticed by the professor. "Silence." Snape hissed and then added patronisingly. "I highly recommend you to keep your temper unless you want to balance an additional glass of pumpkin juice on that book."
Hermione bit back her response.
Having said that, Snape returned to his desk; leaving poor Hermione in the dark about how long she would have to remain in this uncomfortable position. He had to admit to himself that Hermione really was a sight to behold and the professor's increasingly throbbing groin agreed.
Oh well, all in good time.
This evening was just about to start and he still had to finish grading those blasted second year's awfully written essays for tomorrow morning's class. His face went grim when he reached for his quill and red ink as yet another astonishingly unpleasant thought crossed his mind.
This time tomorrow, after Hermione's first official work day at Hogwarts, she would be heading for Malfoy Manor. And Lucius. To do god knows what. Well, Lucius would surely tell him afterwards; that's been the deal between the two friends. Plus, he could be sure that Miss Granger would come to no harm thanks to the oath he had provided her with. Everything had been settled as planned. And yet...Encouraging Hermione to get involved with the ruthless Blonde in the first place suddenly seemed...somewhat wrong.

Hm. Now where did that come from?
Frowning, Snape sniffed at the rest of his Firewhisky. "Must be a bad vintage." He thought to himself, downplaying his rising doubts and shoving the goblet away. He then returned to grading papers for about twenty minutes; leaving Hermione to stew in her own juices. Glimpsing at her every now and then the professor was pleased to see her start fidgeting more and more; the rough surface of the rug had probably given her nice carpet burns by now.
Snape had just finished with the second to last essay when suddenly there was an unforeseen rapping on his door. Looking up from his work, he arched a brow in suspicion.
Who had the nerve to bother him at this late hour?
Not answering the rap, Snape waited for the sound of footsteps, indicating that, whoever was standing outside his door, had left. But no, there was a second rap on the door; more persisting this time and before he could even think of snarling an unambiguous "Go away!", the wooden door flew open with an audible squeak.
On the threshold, green robes swirling around her lean form, stood Minerva McGonagall. Stepping closer, she tilted her head and looked at Snape reproachfully. "Why don't you answer the door Severus? Didn't you hear me knocking?"
"Obviously." The professor replied, swiftly rising from his chair and taking big steps towards Minerva. If the headmistress was to close the door behind her, there was no chance she could oversee Hermione, who was now gladly covered by the heavy wooden door...
Snape had no idea of how Minerva would take it if she found her former Gryffindor princess in his quarters, let alone in her current...condition. It might even give the old bird a heart attack. Well, at least McGonagall couldn't sack him; Miss Granger was here on her own accord and he no longer was her teacher. But yet things really could get nasty for Hermione...
Insistently grabbing her elbow, Snape guided Minerva back to the threshold, hoping for her to not turn around on the way. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Minerva. I must have been too lost in thought." Snape said, then continued in a disdainful fashion. "Those insufferable dunderheads can hardly string two words together, you know."
"Oh, just give them a chance to fully unfold their abilities before you judge them too hard, Severus." Minerva fell for Snape's diversionary tactic; a compassionate note to her voice.
"Sure." Came his clipped reply. "Anything else I can do for you, headmistress?"
While he slowly shoved McGonagall out into the corridor of the dungeons, Minerva happily continued babbling. "Indeed, Severus, indeed. I came to you since I needed to talk to you about Miss Granger..."
Thud!
Something behind the door had just very audibly hit the floor. Both Snape's and McGonagall's head turned towards the source of the alarming sound.
"Did you hear that?" Minerva McGonagall asked suspiciously, wand at hand. "Now what was that noise?"

A/N: Ehehe, sorry. Probably my meanest cliffie ever.^^ Will Minerva discover Hermione? What would the consequences be? What about the professor's subliminal change of mind regarding Hermione getting involved with Lucius? Will this kinky liaison end before it has even started? And what about Hermione's ominous reward? Oh my...so many questions. ;)
I'd be happy to learn what you think, so please review. :) Reviews feed my muse. And she's a hungry little thing.
The next instalment is roughly mapped out so I hope I'll be able to find the time to write it down between baking Christmas cookies and going crazy over finding the right presents. With a little luck, there will be at least one more upload before Christmas, so stay tuned and put me on alert!^^
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