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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 One
Hermione awoke early to find she had rolled over during the night, but hadn't left the safety of Snape's arms. They were pressed up tight against each other in the dark room, with his face nestled in her hair, and she could feel his soft breath ghosting across the back of her neck. She shifted slightly, trying to stretch her legs without disturbing him. Feeling her move in his sleep, Snape muttered something illegible and tightened his hold on her. Hermione smiled sleepily to herself and wriggled back against him, not noticing his breathing change.
She froze when she felt something pressing up against her backside. Is that…? She blushed deeply, sure she knew what it was. Boldly she tilted her hips and pushed into it again, and got a huge shock when Snape suddenly moved, rolling over and scrambling out of bed. The candles flared to light, bathing the room in a dim glow.
"Wha… what happened?" she asked groggily, turning to face him.
He was standing with his back to the bed, his head hanging down. From what she could see of his face it looked like he was frowning. She bit back a laugh, thinking that it looked like he was glaring down at his cock.
"I apologise, Miss Granger," he said stiffly, as he wordlessly cast the Tempus charm, the time appearing in the air beside him. It was only just past five am.
"Apologise? For wha…?"
He cut her off. "It is early, but we have much to do. Please prepare yourself."
The warm feeling of contentment that Hermione had felt waking up in his arms froze and left her, the thought of what was to come turning her stomach. Snape crossed the room to the wardrobe and pulled out a set of clothes identical to the ones he usually wore. She hated the way he had so suddenly withdrawn from her, his icy exterior having returned. She could see in the way he held himself that he was trying to distance himself from her. She wasn't ready for it yet.
She sat there, unsure of what to do as she had no clothes to put on, and watched him begin to dress, his back still turned to her. He threw on his trousers and started to unbutton his shirt. He had undone half the buttons before he seemed to remember she was there, and grabbing his clean shirt, swept quickly into the bathroom with barely a glance her way.
Hermione climbed out of bed, taking the topmost blanket with her, and wrapping it around herself like a towel. She padded silently across to the frock coat he had left hanging on the door of the wardrobe. It was clean, but it smelled strongly of him, and she had to fight the urge to bury herself in it. What is wrong with me? Why do I need him so badly? This is not like me, I'm stronger than this.
Behind her, the bathroom door opened, and Snape reappeared, stopping in surprise as he found Hermione lost in contemplation of his coat.
"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?" he drawled, sounding more like his usual self. She moved back, shaking her head. Snape stepped up to her side and pulled his coat off the hanger. Pulling it on over his arms, he started to do it up. Hermione could almost see him retreat further into himself with every button, and she wished for the man who had comforted her so sweetly not long since to return.
Hermione was amused to see how long it took him to do up his coat. Doesn't he know some spell to do that quickly? Taking her courage in her hands, she stepped over to him, reaching out to help with the buttons under him neck as she smiled shyly up at him. After a moment his hands dropped to his sides and he watched her cautiously as she ran her fingers around his collar. Her smile changed, one side of her mouth curling up in amusement.
"What?" he asked warily, as if he was not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking."
He was silent, although from the way he pressed his lips together tightly she knew he was not satisfied with her answer. Not wanting him to think she was laughing at him, she continued.
"You're a very different person from who you pretend to be." She peeked up at him, but he was just staring over her head, his jaw tense. Running her finger across the stiff material around his neck again, she went on. "You hide yourself away, convincing everyone for years that you're evil and mean, while all along you're secretly working to protect and save us all."
"And you find this funny, why?" he ground out from between clenched teeth.
"I don't… not really. It's just, well, I was…" she gabbled, before glancing up at him again. "It… umm, it occurred to me that how you dress is a good metaphor for... well, for you."
Snape arched an eyebrow mockingly, and Hermione dropped her gaze back to his collar, needlessly running hers hands over it as if to straighten it. "When people think of you, of how you look, they only remember the black coat and robes, just as how they see only the bad, never looking deeper to see if you are anything other than what you appear to be. But there's just the tiniest amount of white shirt peeping out of the top of your black collar and at your cuffs."
Her hands dropped to toy with the fabric at one wrist. "Barely a hint of the real person showing. If only someone took the time to notice... At the moment I assume you're glad no one has realised, but now that I know, it all seems so obvious. You saved us so many times… when you put yourself in between us and the werewolf, or when you tried to save Harry from Quirrell, and we never took any notice. But you were there… all along." She realised her mouth had run away with her, and snapped her jaw shut suddenly.
Snape grabbed her by the arms, taking a step back and holding her away. "Miss Granger, I am not…"
"No, don't say it. I don't want to hear you put yourself down, and try to tell me you've down nothing. Not when I know the truth." She looked into his eyes, willing him to see the truth about himself.
"I see you, Severus Snape. I know you're a good man, whatever you might have to say about it."
They stared at each other for a few moments in silence. Snape didn't seem to know what to say.
"You mentioned earlier that we had a lot to do…" she prodded gently.
"Yes... I…" He visibly pulled himself together. "You asked for a calming potion. I have a base already prepared that we can adapt to use for a tailored solution. You cannot be too calm, especially if and when you meet the Dark Lord, or he will be suspicious. Therefore, we cannot use a normal Calming Draught. There is a variant I know that will suffice, although it will need 3 drops of your blood." He had retreated back into his teaching persona, his safe place, but he hadn't moved away from her yet.
"How is this version different from the normal one?" she asked, always eager for new knowledge.
He smirked down at her. "This variation dampens your emotions to a lesser extent than the original, although it will hopefully be enough to prevent serious outbursts which, depending on the circumstances, you would most likely be disciplined for. The Dark Lord wants me to break you to ensure your compliance, and I am aware you have a… temper, and are not averse to lashing out physically."
Hermione coloured, thinking of how she had punched Draco in her third year. Snape continued. "The balance of this potion will be just right for our purposes. The other reason why I will be brewing this particular draught is because it also instead inhibits the emotion strength of your memories when they form. It does not block the memories, and you will still feel an emotional response to them, but you will not be as affected by them as you may be otherwise."
Hermione had listened eagerly. "I've never heard of this variation, who created it? Why would someone need to change the original into something so specific? Can I help you with the brewing? I'd like to…" she trailed off as she noticed his bemused expression. "What…?"
He glanced down at body for a second, and she coloured, suddenly remembering the state that she was in; wrapped in a blanket from his bed, hair all tangled. She hadn't even cleaned up after…. Well after what they'd done a few hours earlier.
"Can I… ummm?" She bit her lip, embarrassed.
"I know you are eager to expand your knowledge, but perhaps you would like to take a few moments to prepare yourself first. You may use the shower, if you wish." He gestured toward the bathroom.
"Oh, yes… Thank you," she replied. A shower sounded amazing.
"I will be in my laboratory, preparing, if you will to join me when you have finished." He stood, staring down at her for a few seconds, before turning suddenly and sweeping away into the lab.
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