Gift to the Potions Master

by catkasimir

Chapter 1

She just kept her gaze to the floor, following Snape wordlessly. When they had reached the gates outside Hogwarts, Snape stopped so suddenly that Hermione almost bumped into him. He turned and wrapped one arm around her and apparated.

When Hermione opened her eyes again, she and Snape were in a living room. It was cozy with a sofa in front of a roaring fireplace, the walls lined with bookshelves, a paper-laden desk to the right and a small dining table to the left. Snape let go of her.

"You must be hungry", he said. She did not respond, but he motioned for her to sit at the dining table. "Sit," he commanded, "The house elves will serve you something."

As soon as she had complied, a bowl of creamy soup with bread appeared before her. Hermione felt that Snape was watching her, so she looked up to meet his eyes. He gestured her to start eating.

"I have to leave you alone for some time, since there is business I have to tend to." He pointed to the door on the left. "The bathroom is through this door. Feel free to bathe or shower." Hermione shuddered inwardly at the thought of bathing in Snape´s tub.

"Do not touch any of my papers or my books. Remember that you are a prisoner. You are now my possession.", his eyes were shining. Remaining quiet, she looked down to her meal.

"I shouldn't be long.", she heard him say and a quiet pop told her he had vanished.

That sat free her tears, all the angst and mourning she had hold back. Tears were flooding her face and she buried it in her hands. All events of the last two days came crushing down on her: Ron dead, Harry on the run but followed by an army of Death Eaters and Dementors. She herself had been captured by Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange and now Voldemort had awarded´ her to Snape.

"The little mudblood is a gift to you, my dear servant.", Voldemort had said, "I know you were disappointed with all the apprentices you have taken on so far, and since the brat is intelligent, she should suffice to do the chores. Of course, as I am sure, you will put her to multiple uses."

That had earned smirks and sniggers from the Death Eaters surrounding the scene. With a push, Voldemort had sent her to the floor, right before Snape´s feet.

"What do you think of your present?"

Snape had smiled and with a bow had said, "My Lord, I am stunned at the high esteem in which you seem to hold me, since you have awarded me Harry Potter's last living friend. Rest assured, that I will treat her in the right way." Sniggers could be heard again. Also Voldemort had had a little smile on his face upon watching her scraping herself from the floor.

"Just leave her alive, since we might have to borrow her to set a trap for the Boy Who Is Living To Annoy Me." The Death Eaters let hear their obligatory sniggers, Snape bowed again and suddenly all seemed to have been dismissed and Snape had taken her to this place.

Hermione wiped the tears from her face. The sight of the soup still made her feel like throwing up. Wanting to go to the bathroom, she opened the door to her left, but it did not lead to such. It was a bedroom she was standing in. In the center was a large four-poster bed with a dark blue velvet comforter and a heaven of same sorts. On its left was a large wardrobe and a chest, on its right was another door.

She opened it and finally found the bathroom. After relieving herself, she took a good look at herself in the mirror and noticed her tear-swollen face. Feeling all smelly and sweaty she decided to take a quick shower, hoping that Snape would just not return as long as she was in here. To make it a little more difficult to break in the bathroom, she locked the door.

Half an hour later, she returned to the living room, feeling refreshed. The soup was gone, instead, she found a steaming cup of tea and sandwiches on the coffee table. Hermione took a bite and slowly sipped the cup, closely eyeing the room again. On the right was also a door. What was behind it? The kitchen, a corridor, or a bedroom that she could use? For nothing in the world she wanted to share a bed with Snape. She pushed down the handle, but the door didn't move.

Obviously, she was not allowed to go beyond the living room. Shit.´, she thought, If there is only one bed and Snape will come back ...´ Panic overtook her and she rushed over to the window, trying to open it. No luck. Neither with the bedroom window. She was trapped. No floo powder, no wand, no way out. She looked around for something she could arm herself with.

The only thing she found suitable was a small marble statue of a snake on the chest. I could knock Snape out with it, once he returns.´, crossed her mind. Yeah, great idea Mione, make him angry, that will surely work for you.´, she scolded herself. It was no use denying that she was completely helpless and at Snape´s mercy. Letting herself fall on the settee again, she cried and was shaken by her sobs violently.

A fresh cup of tea helped her calm herself anew after a while. Her eyes fell on the books. They were the only gorgeous things in the room. She was not allowed to browse through them, but Snape could not forbid her to look at them. Hermione rose and perused the titles. Alchemia Magisterial´, Encyclopedia Herbologia´, all tomes bound in leather, the parchments smelling deliciously of the knowledge of old times. It was hard to contain herself to not touch them, take them out and read them. She yearned for turning the age worn pages.

When she had spotted Moste Potente Potions´, she heard a soft pop behind her back and froze instantly. A silky voice reached her.

"I believe I told you to not touch any of my books, Miss Granger."

She turned around slowly. " I didn't, I just had a look at the titles."

He met her gaze. "Don't lie to me.", building anger was audible in his voice. "As I think you were intelligent enough to pick up, you cannot hide something from me, Miss Granger."

It took him only two strides to stand before her, gripping her chin and forcing it up, so he could look into her unhooded eyes.

"Legilimens", she heard him whisper softly and suddenly he was in her mind, perusing the events of the evening:

Her not touching the books, sipping tea, crying, her panic as she realized there was only one bed in the apartment. At that she felt Snape chuckle´ in her mind. Then he saw her taking a shower and catching a glimpse of her naked form in the mirror.

"This is not for you see", she protested, but only received another chuckle from Snape, that made her stomach turn. He pushed further and saw her not eating but crying, the scene with Voldemort, her being tortured in prison by Bellatrix Lestrange, the battle, Ronald Weasley dying in her arms. Hermione felt the hot tears coming back to her eyes as Snape made her live through it again. She tried to erect walls, to push him out, but he went through her mind like he was zapping through Muggle TV.

The scene of the Lestranges pulling her from Weasley´s corpse was next, her screams haled in both their minds, while Harry Potter fled, giving up on rescuing at least his female friend. The next thing, Snape found more interesting: It was a memory of the Golden Trio discussing what to do when getting caught. Potter would go into hiding separately. He would go to...

"No." , Hermione interrupted. "Never am I going to let you see this. I prefer being murdered." and with all her might she pushed him out. Next thing she knew was that she was looking at Snape´s face, who was blinking at her in shock and herself pushing him away. Snape indeed took a step back, still blinking as well as trying to catch himself.

"So, you did not lie about the books. That was an advisable thing to do." he said mockingly. He moved to take off his cloak, leaving it over an armchair. Hermione took the possibility to wipe her eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of her old-fashioned witch-dress that Bellatrix had forced her to change into from her "improper" Muggle clothes.

Snape had noticed the sandwich that she had taken an only bite of. He sat down on the settee, poured hers and his cup, that had appeared some time earlier and gestured for her to sit down, too. Complying, she took the other side of the settee, careful to not come into contact with him. Snape shoved the cup into her one hand and the sandwich into her other.

"You haven't eaten in two days, I suggest you at least eat this one."

"I'm not hungry", she replied.

"Don't try my patience, Miss Granger.", he snapped.

Patience.´ she thought Which patience?´ She forced herself to eat, slowly finishing the sandwich, while Snape took out a book and read. They spend an hour or more just sitting there, him reading and her sipping cup after cup. Then she had to rise.

"Where do you think you're going?", came the prompt snarl.

"To the bathroom, sir."

He nodded her off like they were in class, but had a slight smirk on his face. Hermione did not like that. He was up to something, she was sure, and so locked the bathroom fiercely. When she stepped out of it later, she stopped dead in the door. Her heart sank to her stomach like a stone in the water.

Snape was before the wardrobe, undressing. He had just taken his white shirt off, leaving him only in his black pants, when he spotted her. In long strides he made his way to her, like a panther going after his prey. That kicked her to move and she fled for the door, pushing down the handle and pulling at it madly, but it didn't open.

The trap had snapped closed. She felt him behind her back, coming near her and his arms came up around her. His right hand touched hers on the handle. She trembled. Snape gently pulled her hands from the door. The silky smoke that his voice was, right next to her ear, said

"No, Miss Granger, you are going nowhere tonight."

Her whole body trembled as his hands moved over her body, clearly enjoying her form, the curves of her hips, her stomach, her waist. She felt his warm breath on her neck.

"Please, Professor, let me go.", she pleaded, but the chuckle she received once again only made her heart sink beyond what she thought possible.

"I think not, Miss Granger. Though I have to admit that I was less than thrilled at first by the Dark Lord awarding me the Insufferable-Know-It-All. It was a most pleasant surprise to see that you have matured into a woman since last time I saw you, and the glimpse of your body I caught made me curious and...hungry."

With that he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her right under her ear, where one can feel the blood pulsing. Mechanically she reached for the door again, but the next second her feet were in mid-air and she was swept up against Snape´s chest, tightly secured between two strong arms. He took her to the bed and put her down on the rug left to it. Facing him, Hermione felt her nerves flutter at the sight of the bare skin of his upper body. One hand came up to her cheek, caressing her.

"Relax, Hermione," he told her softly. It made her close her eyes. She tried to relax into the touch and mulled over the fact that he had called her by her first name. The hand on her chin tilted it slightly upwards and suddenly his lips were on hers. He tried to kiss her, but she tensed and didn't answer him. Snape kissed her again, but still she remained unresponsive. The grip on her chin became a fierce one, so her eyes opened to his dark gaze.

"Hermione, do not fight me. There is nothing to gain from resisting me." He held her close with his left arm and could feel her still trembling under his touch.

"Please, Professor, let me go..." she tried again.

Snape just shook his head, his eyes looking sad as if he was to say There is no use to plead.´ He bent his head down to take her mouth again. Hermione was caught in a moment of weakness. The past days weighed heavy on her shoulders and she was tempted to just give into the soft kiss of her former teacher. She let him part her lips and teeth, enter her mouth.

Her hands, that she had brought up in fists against his chest, relaxed as he drew her even closer. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands explored her body. When he touched a delicate spot on her back, he felt her tense, her hands clenched back into fists and she moaned, not out of lust it seemed, but out of pain.

"Are you hurt?", Snape asked, eyeing her grimace. Hermione nodded, so he took a phial and a cream from the chest. He handed her the deep blue potion wordlessly and she downed it in one gulp.

"Bruises Balm", he said courtly, meaning the cream he held.

"Is that still necessary after the Healing Potion?"

"You did not drink Healing Potion."

"What?", she looked puzzled. The content of the phial had been deep blue, so she had automatically assumed that it was a Healing Potion, since all of them were shades of dark blue. Though, it had had a silver shimmer to it, that was unusual. There was only one other group of potions that could have this combination of colours.

When the coin finally dropped, a frown crept over her face. Snape had given her a contraceptive. Not only that, but it had been the ultimate one that lasted from the moment of drinking until the next period. She could not take Snape´s smirk, so she angrily turned her back to him, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "Bastard."

"Careful, Hermione." He purred. "Remember that now I practically own you. So it is not in your interest that I do something impulsive." He whispered the threat in her ear when his hand found the sensitive spot on her back again. She flinched as he pressed into the bruise, but did not moan again, much to his displeasure.

He wanted to hear her moan and beg, not out of pain but of pleasure, and swore to himself, that he would make her do so tonight, thoroughly. Snape undid the buttons on the back of her dress. Slowly, appreciatively, he undid one button after the other, baring the skin of her back.

The green and blue bruise he had touched clearly stood out from the lush young skin. Carefully, he worked in the cream, his long fingers softly massaging her bruise. Then he kissed it, receiving a shiver running down her spine. Slowly, he unpeeled the dress from her form, uncovering more bruises as he sent the velvet to the floor. He creamed and kissed every single one of her bruises, then his hands wandered to the clasp of her bra. When she felt him undoing it, her skin became gooseflesh all over.

The straps went over her arms. His hands came around her from behind as he took the bra away from her. He was looking over her shoulder, enjoying the view of her breasts from above, but he was disappointed by her hands, covering the sensible flesh immediately. That earned her a deep growl of protest from him. He was pressing himself against her back and she could feel the evidence of his growing arousal. She was close to tears, he could tell as he walked to stand before her. Bending down, he crushed her lips with his. He took his time to plant kisses everywhere he could reach on his way down on her body, appreciating her young firm flesh.

His hands stroked her stomach, then tucked under the waistband of her knickers and began to pull them down gently. A hand, desperately gripping the knickers from above, stilled his movement. Looking up, he met directly the gaze of her tear swollen eyes, one arm was still protecting her breasts. He could see one of her nipples through her fingers.

"Please, Professor, don't do this. I'm begging you." she tried one last time, but Snape only shook his head. Pushing her hand away, without great force, he calmly pulled down the knickers, lifting one foot after the other to make her step out of them. He was on his knees before her, his head reached up to just under her chin. She was a lot shorter than his 6´2" frame.

Looking up, he saw the tears running down her cheeks and falling down onto her décolletage. Snape licked them up. When his tongue met the tender flesh, the sensation set him on fire. Not able to hold back, he forced her hands to her sides, ignored her protesting whimpers and tended to her breasts. He palmed them, stroke them and drew the rose coloured nipples into peaks, while licking up every new tear that fell down.

Then he was on his feet, swept her up again and laid her onto the bed. Her sobs became erratic as he kneaded her breasts. His mouth suddenly was on her mound and she gasped in shock. He moved to part her legs, but she clenched them together fiercely.

"Stop.", she pleaded. "Not that, please. Take me, if you want to, but don't do that to me. I couldn't deal with it." He hesitated, then moved up to look straight into her eyes.

"Legilimens."

It was the second time this night that she heard the whispered command. She felt him in her mind again, perusing the freshest memories. He saw himself undressing her, he felt the mix of angst, anger, desperation, even will to die at being at his mercy. He went on and found a memory of her and Weasley snogging, then Weasley went down on her, but couldn't make her come.

One more time there was the memory of Weasley dying, blown by an Avada´ by Nott. Snape followed the train of thought about the Golden Trio discussing going into hiding. He smelled blood. He wanted that memory about where Potter was hiding, but he felt her push. Suddenly, he was out of her mind, staring at her closed eyes. How did she manage to close her eyes?´, he asked himself.

"How did you learn Occlumency, Hermione?"

Hesitatingly, her eyes fluttered open. "I read about it what I could find and practiced a bit with Harry."

"Potter couldn't have taught you. He is an incompetent."

"Well, yes, since you did not teach him anything."

"I only did what was necessary." Snape snapped. "As I will do with you, tonight."

She blinked in shock, all of a sudden remembering that she was naked and Snape was lying on top of her, the only thing that separated her from the erection straining into her belly was the tissue of his pants.

"Tell me, Hermione, how often did you and Weasley enjoy yourselves? That memory I had to suffer was pretty new, a week old, was it?" Her lips were shaking violently. There was only one name on her mind: Ron.

"Th-three days ago."

"Did you go all the way?"

She shook her head under sobs. "I-I'm a virgin."

Now it was Snape blinking in shock. He had considered her far too beautiful to still be untouched. Pathetic idiot of a Weasel did not even manage to get into her pants. Well, I will for sure´ he thought. A smirk crossed his face. Hermione wondered what was more intimidating: Snape being angry or Snape being as full of himself as he was now? Before she knew what was happening, he got off her and into the bathroom.

It took only a second for Hermione to get up and into her dress, but when she turned, Snape was standing in the room again, another phial in hand and looking clearly annoyed.

"Hermione, kindly stop acting so childishly." Snape strode towards her and she stepped back in fear, colliding with the chest.

Her fingers found something hard and heavy behind her back. It was the little snake statue. Aiming at his head, she swung it forward desperately, but he had gripped her arm before it even was in mid-swing. His other arm, phial still in hand, pressed her body to his and he pushed her arm behind her back. The fingers on her arm forced her to let the little statue drop back on the chest with a little clunk.He twisted her arm and she cried out from the pain. When it had subsided, she met Snape´s eyes.

"Cease being stubborn, Hermione. As you surely understand, I have to punish you, once you cross a line. On the other hand, I am more than willing to reward compliance.", he said and dropped his lips to her neck, planting a single kiss on her throat.

"That is a more cruel punishment to me than what you did before.", she replied.

"Not if you relax and do try to enjoy yourself. I am fed up with your crying and sobbing. It's quiet a turn-off actually."

"If you do not want to see me cry, then take your hands off me." She received another chuckle from him.

"Nice try, Hermione." He brought the phial up to her lips.

"What is it?", she tried to eye it, but his hand covered up the potion.

"A Calming Draught.", he answered softly. "I told you I am fed with your crying. Now drink it," he ordered.

"No," she spat. He tried to force the phial into her mouth, but didn't succeed, so he sat the phial down. It was a magical one and stood without help. He pulled her to the bed with him. She punched at him, attempting to free herself from his embrace, but he only snorted at her poor tries. She was pushed down onto the mattress by his weight. Snape grabbed her right arm, brought it up to the bedpost and tied it with the curtain strap. Not being hindered by her erratic movements, he got a hold of her left and tied it unceremoniously to the other post.

Hermione pulled at her bindings, but they were too strong. Snape smiled at her struggling and her visible inner battle. After a minute or two she ceased her administrations and she realized now that she couldn't keep it from happening: Snape was going to have her soon, he would be inside of her. It made her cry once again. She would have preferred being tortured with the Cruciatus curse. Through her quiet sobs she heard a soft whisper.

"Please, Hermione, stop crying. I am trying to make this pleasurable for you, too."

"Never will I gain any pleasure from your touching me." Her retort came like a whip lash and Snape stilled, his eyes narrowing.

"That remains to be seen." He got off her, took the phial and gripped her chin. Forcing open her lips, he poured the liquid. Her mind was racing. ´Good God, what is he giving me now?´ She saw a yellowish stream of liquid being poured into her mouth. So it wasn't a Calming Draught, that was for sure, and he had tricked her before with the contraceptive. What the hell was that?´

Snape watched her intently. He noticed that she ceased struggling and her breath evened out. Her pupils widened and as he put a finger under her ear, he could feel her pulse calming remarkably with every minute. When he decided, that she was quiet enough, he reached up and untied her hands. Surprise was legible on her face.

"What have you given me? It wasn't a Calming Draught like you said. You've lied to me." Snape smirked in retort. "Not entirely. The concoction had very well a Calming Draught in it, but that was not the main component."

"What was, then?"

"I believe, you will see for yourself in detail."

With that he crushed her lips in a fierce kiss.

A fire suddenly erupted in her stomach, spreading in her whole body. It waved through her, into her very fingertips, toes and her scalp. It felt like she was standing in flames, yet it was immensely pleasant.

"You have given me a lust potion.", she panted.

"Yes, my dear, but it is nothing you could have read or heard about, since it is a special creation. I invented it just for you."

"Liar.", she countered, as he began to suck at her throat. I am losing every bit of control over myself., was her last conscious thought. Then the fire, heated by his hands on her waist, swept through her again and ate away all rational thinking. Hermione's mind was blank. Bare of thoughts, she just gave into the impulses as they kept coming. So she buried her hands in Snape´s hair, caressing his head as their lips met and their tongues dueled. She felt so hot, she needed the fabric off her skin.

Gently, she pushed Snape off her, then stood. Snape looked slightly puzzled. Did the potion not work right?´, he asked himself. Hermione's back was facing him and he watched her peal the dress from herself. She held the fabric to her chest, turned and locked with Snape´s gaze. Snape certainly did not expect this behaviour from his drugged little witch. Hermione dropped the fabric to the floor, baring her form to his view. Snape was more than positively surprised.

The draught had worked so well, that she had obviously forgotten all shame. She seemed to have ceased all rational thinking, just giving into her lascivious heat. Snape gave himself a congratulatory pat on the back while looking over her body. Her figure was lush and young, the curves seemingly inviting his touch. The nipples of her firm breasts were tight, her chest rising high with her ecstatic breaths. He noticed that she was looking him over also, her eyes seemed to be glued to the bulge between his legs and that made him groan lowly.

He opened his arms and Hermione took two steps and was in his embrace. The contact of flesh with flesh made him cease thinking, too, only giving into his feelings. He broke their frantic kissing to return to her breasts, kneading one hard and sucking the other one's nipple. What had made her cry earlier, now made her moan and beg for more. Her hands clenched in his hair almost painfully and he felt her move her hips against him.

She was sitting on his lap, knees on the mattress on either side of his hips and establishing a rhythm in her moves, her pelvis against his cotton-clad thighs, unconsciously stimulating her clitoris. Her moans became ragged and he smirked to himself as he felt her wetness soak through his trousers.

Hermione's head was thrown back. Snape took the opportunity to ravish her throat, relishing in the feeling of her smooth skin. One of his hands descended between her legs. With smooth, feather light touches on her spot, he met her rhythm, making her gasp and shudder. Then he took her clitoris between two fingers, stimulating its both sides. That earned him a cry from Hermione and her fingers digging into the skin of his back.

"I think you are ready, aren't you?"

"Yes", she hissed.

It was all he needed to flip her over, placing her back on the bed, his hips slotting between her thighs. Hermione heard the zipper of his pants and suddenly felt his erection nudge her opening. He had positioned himself. It was strange for Hermione to see this dark man loom over her, with her most intimate part open to him. Who was he? What was her relations to him?´, she wondered, but lost all thoughts again when she felt him push into her. She tensed.

"It will hurt, Hermione.", he warned her. "Relax, that will make it easier. Yes, open your legs wider. That's it."

She complied and he watched her relax, watched her breath. As she exhaled he pushed forward, breaking through her maidenhead with a single quick thrust. She cried out and he remained still for a minute, soothing her pain with a deep kiss and softly caressing her cheek. Slowly she became comfortable enough under him to answer his kiss. Snape thrust into her again, noticing that she didn't wince. He established a slow rhythm and Hermione got used to the feeling of being filled. The friction his organ created within her was not painful anymore, it was ... delicious.

When Snape drew almost all the way out of her, she moaned in protest and tilted up her hips to meet his thrust. Snape laughed heartily at this, thrusting into her deeply. It earned him a surprised gasp from her. She was so tight, that he found he was quickly losing control over himself, but he was sure she wouldn't be able to take long, either, given how wet she was.

His rhythm sped up, becoming as ragged as their breathing. His left hand found its way back to her sensitive spot. He massaged it, Hermione's moans grew erratic. When he repeated his earlier move and took it between two fingers, slowly sliding them down on both sides of her clitoris, she cried out and he felt her inner walls clench together. It set his own orgasm free. The waves were still washing through her when she felt him spill his seed inside her womb.

The potion lasted several hours, Snape had calculated. So he wasn't surprised to find her still heated after her orgasm. During that night he took her twice more. First he introduced her to the pleasure of riding him into oblivion. It amused him a lot to find that he could reach her g-spot very well in that position, making her cry out as she ascended to the height of her bliss.

She didn't seem to remember who he was though, because when he asked her to call out his name she just looked puzzled and said "I don't know your name." That had caused a pang in his heart. It was not completely what he had wanted. Maybe he should spend some time on altering the potion...

The second time he went down and performed cunillingus on her. He laved her soft, sweet center, played with her labia and her nub of pleasure and sent her over the edge several times. Her third orgasm in a row seemed to be a most intense one, since she began crying and was shaking almost violently under his tongue acrobatics.

He decided to leave it at that for the night and kissed his way back up her body. When he reached her breasts, she shoved him away with as much force as she could. Snape was irritated for a moment, then grabbed her wrists, forcing them over her head. They were staring at each other for a full minute. Tears continued to flow over her cheeks and under a sob she managed to whisper, holding his gaze.

"Snape."

Severus knew instantly, that his night of passion was over for now, but he didn't know how to deal with the sobbing witch under him. She tried to wiggle free from his embrace desperately, lunging at him and trying to knee him in the family jewels.

"Uh, uh, Hermione, did I not perform a satisfying enough job with my organ that you are lunging at it now?"

Hermione was so furious at him, she did not even know how to answer. Her rational thinking had settled back in only a few moments ago. It had been one of the most unpleasant experiences of her life. Waking up from the Basilisk induced coma in second year had been a lot better.

She had been enjoying the cunillingus performed on her, when suddenly all the knowledge of who he was and who she was herself and what he had done to her had flooded her mind again. And there was a name on her lips, that had caused her to erupt in shudders of crying during the past two days: Ron. The last time she and Ron had been together, Ron had caressed her most intimate part with his mouth and she had wanted to at least keep that as a jewel in her heart.

They had been in a forest and just stolen away from Harry and the tent for a minute and therefore could not go any farther, but she had truly enjoyed it. Ron had wanted to bring her to climax, but did not succeed. Hermione had enjoyed his performance although and told him so.

When Ron had died, Hermione swore to herself that she would never let another man lick her core. She wanted to stay pure´, touched only by Ron's mouth, no matter what the Death Eaters, who had captured her, would put her through. And now Snape had dirtied her with his mouth and his overly large nose that he had used to stroke her clitoris with, and she had let him do so under the influence of a lust potion. Hermione felt like she was shattered. Her most intimate experience with Ron was dirtied by Snape, who had licked her to climax.

She continued to struggle with him, tried to finally get away from this sick bastard, but Snape held her down without mercy. He trapped her between his body and the mattress, still held her arms above her head by the wrists. Severus had to hold the struggling witch so hard, that she was developing bruises. He was looking forward to putting the Bruises Balm to use again.

"Let me go now.", she sobbed. "What do you want from me? Have you not taken all I have, already? You have had me, you have licked me, though I had begged you not to. What else could you want? Now, let go of me. Please."

Hermione only wanted to get up and away, as far away as she could, even if it was only the living room. Maybe there is a knife somewhere in the flat, or I could destroy the mirror and cut open my veins´, she thought. But Snape´s embrace seemed to be made of iron.

A quarter of an hour passed until Hermione's sobs calmed down and she became limp in Severus´arms. He still held her close, now tenderly stroking her hair and planting soft kisses on her forehead. Hermione turned, not wanting to see his face any longer.

"What do you want from me?", she whispered. Snape did not answer. He drew the covers over them and put an arm around Hermione's waist. Lying under the thick blue comforter, Hermione felt him pressed up against her back. Snape´s warmth seeped into her skin and she closed her eyes, finally letting go of all the horrors she had experienced in the past days.

Severus recognized her surrender to sleep when her breath evened out. He summoned his wand and cast a spell that would wake him as soon as she woke. Though he did think she would sleep long and deep with her need to recover from their activities. He would lay out a real Healing Potion for her tomorrow morning. Also he would cast a spell that would alert him should she plan to harm herself in any way while he was gone. Better safe than sorry.

It bothered him, that he had to leave tomorrow to see the Dark Lord about the new potion he wanted brewed. It was an urgent matter, but Severus wanted to spend time with his gift´. It had been high time, that he received something from Voldemort, else than a dose of Cruciatus, and now he wanted to spend time with Hermione, no... in Hermione as much as possible.

He relished the feeling of the warm body next to him, also the sight of her creamy skin and her wild hair. Also he noticed her delicious scent: Peaches and Walnuts. It was the first time for him to sleep next to a witch he had had sex with. His only experiences had been with the whores of Knockturn Alley or sex-flings and now he discovered that he had been missing out on something as sweet as this for a lifetime. Hermione's last question came to his mind and he whispered a late answer.

"I want all of you."

He buried his nose in Hermione's curls and fell asleep breathing in the scent of Peaches and Walnuts.