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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

They entered the bedroom, the rumpled sheets from the earlier memory now clean and made neatly. Hermione stood in the middle of the room, biting her lips nervously as Snape dropped her hand to light a few of the candles around the room, extinguishing the brighter flames on the large chandelier handing from the ceiling. The fire was burning low in the grate, leaving the room bathed in a dim glow. The room was cooler than it had been when she had awoken earlier, although it was not cold. Hermione looked around, once more surprised at how comfortable the room was. And how little black there is.
Snape pointed towards one of the doors on the far side of the bed. "The bathroom is in there, if you need to…" he trailed off. She flashed a subdued smile at him, and padded over quickly to the bathroom, grateful to have a moment to herself.
She used the toilet quickly, and went to wash her hands. Looking up into the mirror she stared at her own reflection, the tears welling up and spilling over silently, leaving tracks down her cheeks. "Come on Hermione, you can do this," she whispered to herself. "You've all but forced the poor man into accepting you. It could be worse… a lot worse." To be honest, she'd been surprised to have made it out of Malfoys' house without the worst having happened already, especially considering the way she had been stripped of clothes and forced to go in front of all those people with nothing on.
Her cheeks burned with the shame of what had happened. She'd been mortified at the time, but also shocked and stunned. No one had seen her naked since she'd been old enough to bathe and clean herself. Things with Victor had never got far enough for him to see any part of her that wasn't normally on display, and Ron… well, despite months, or even years of waiting for that to finally happen, it seemed that fate had other plans for her.
She was silent a moment, letting the tears fall. She'd always assumed for years now, that it would be Ron that would have been the one to… "Well, that not going to happen now, so stop feeling sorry for yourself. It won't change anything," she told herself sternly. After a few moments she managed to get her crying under control, eventually grabbing a tissue, wiping her face carefully as she tried to erase any sign of the tears without leaving her eyes too red. Snape seemed reluctant enough to go through with it as it was, and she didn't want him to back out over a few of her tears. "Besides," she whispered conspiringly to herself in the mirror, "he is the sexy old greasy bat of the dungeons with the gorgeous voice…" It's not like you've not fantasised about doing this with him before, is it?
The corner of her mouth twitched up slightly as she tried to cheer herself up. "Oh Gods, I can't believe I actually told him all that…" She clapped her hands over her cheeks, which were turning pink again, and groaned softly in embarrassment. Then she recalled his consternation when she had told him how some of the girls viewed him, and how disbelieving he'd been that anyone could find him attractive. A wave of sympathy flowed through her as she realised how badly he thought of himself. He may have been hated by people due to the circumstances he'd been forced into, but she found something terribly sad about his fragile self-esteem, and wondered just what had happened to make him think so badly of himself.
Comprehending suddenly that what was about to happen might be even more difficult for Snape than it was for her – she might have been a virgin, but she at least was used to giving and receiving affection, - she decided that she would do her pest to make it as painless for Snape as possible. No tears, no hesitation. She could at least do her best to try and show him some of the care and tenderness he had obviously been without for so long. She barely heard the voice that told her that concentrating on Snape in such a way was more for herself than him, than it would help to take her mind off her own heartache.
Eyeing herself in the mirror once again she drew herself up, blinking back the remains of the tears in her eyes and trying to gather her courage to leave the bathroom. "Come on, Hermione, you're not a Gryffindor for nothing. Hurry up before he thinks there's something wrong and tries to back out again." Head in the air, and determined to keep her nervousness off her face, she returned to the bedroom.
Snape was pacing slowly, seemingly lost in thought, and it wasn't until he had spun around as he reached the opposite end of the room that he noticed her exit the bathroom. They both looked at each other uncertainly before he spoke. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to…" He waved at the door behind her. Hermione nodded and moved out of his way as he stepped closer. "If you want to get ready you can…ummm…" he glanced at the bed, and her eyes followed his. He looked back down at her once more, and she tried to smile reassuringly up at him. His brow wrinkled for a moment as he regarded her, then without another word he suddenly stepped past and swept into the bathroom.
Hermione let out the deep breath she was holding and walked cautiously to the bed, stroking her hand gingerly across the blanket, as if afraid it would bite. Looking around and biting her lip she shrugged and walked round to the side of the bed and sat down. She peeked over her shoulder at the door through which Snape had gone, and before her courage failed, she quickly pulled off the robe that he had given her.
Her skin pebbled immediately. The air while not chilly, was still cool enough to be uncomfortable. She slipped under the sheets, pulling them up under her arms and clutching them tight. I can't believe I'm actually about to do this. Sex with Snape… Well it's a better way to lose my virginity than the alternative. Or with one of the Death-Eaters that had been at Malfoy's house. She shivered with disgust. God knows what one… or more of them might have done to her. Even if Snape had been the evil Death-Eater they had all believed him to be, he would still have been preferable to someone as vile as Peter Pettigrew. She felt sick at the thought of those rat-like claws on her. His eyes had been bad enough.
She was saved from her brooding as Snape soon came back in, looking even more nervous than she probably did herself. He had taken off his outer robes, which he now threw onto an empty chair, and the high collar of his coat was undone. His fingers went to the long row of buttons and he pulled a few open before he caught sight of her watching him silently. When he hesitated she quickly turned her face, and rolled away from him slightly, sensing he was self-conscious about undressing in front of her.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see when he resumed unbuttoning himself, the task taking a good minute. Her breath began to quicken in anticipation as he undid the long sleeves, and pulled the coat off, leaving it on the same chair. His hands went to the collar of his shirt, and he hesitated before opening it only to just below the hollow of his neck. He had turned away from the bed, and Hermione snuck the occasional glance over her shoulder at him as he took his time to undress. She'd never seen him wearing so little before, probably none of the students had. Despite the fact that he was nearly fully dressed there was something more intimate about seeing him like this than another person completely naked.
Clad in shirt and black trousers he walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling his side of the covers back. Hermione shifted uncomfortably, the long wait making her nervousness, although having watched him strip she was now starting to feel slightly impatient for more. There was something very alluring about his obvious shyness, something that was helping her to overcome her own anxieties.
Snpape pulled off his trousers, leaving the on the floor, and with a quick glance at Hermione, who was fully naked beneath the sheets, and still turned away from him in an effort to make him believe she hadn't been peeking, he pulled off his boxers and dropped them on top. Quickly he swung his legs into the bed, rolling over so that he was facing her. Seeing that he was finally ready Hermione turned also, still keeping the blankets clutched to her chest. They looked at each other breathlessly, and waited for each other to make the first move.
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