I'm so sorry, I had planned to post this earlier, but I totally forgot. I don't know why, but I have forgotten so much this week. I even forgot my driving-lesson today! And those cost almost 50 euro!

Ah, well, here you go, I will try to update more... don't hit me! And special thanks to everyone reviewing!

(To TMR: Sorry, but I don't think Ginny will have a big part in this fic... but you never know... I don't even know what will happen to her later. But it won't be any Ginny/Voldemort-action. And I will not write Ginny/Harry either, so don't worry.)

Oh, and a small varning for limes in this chapter...

Have a lovely weekend!

Chapter 4 – Sucking up

Severus spent the rest of Saturday trying to come up with a plan to make it all right with Hermione. He didn't even feel he had done anything wrong, but he guessed she just wasn't ready for sexual jokes. She had been scared and masked it with anger. A natural reaction… But now, she was angry with him and if the Dark Lord found out, he would take matters into his own hand and Severus didn't want that. So Severus had to swallow his pride and suck up to his young wife.

But he had a new problem, he wanted to shag her. The night before, he had a very nice dream with Hermione as the star. It had taken all his willpower not to just walk into her room and seduce her in her sleep. He was sure he would be able to, but she would probably hate him even more afterwards. No, he had to go slow. He was now sure, Hermione knew nothing about sex. He needed to do what every other boy did: get her interest, ask her out, buy her some nice things, and then, start to seduce her. He rose from the armchair and stopped at Hermione's door and knocked.

"Hermione? May I come in?"

She didn't answer, so he took it as a yes and opened the door. She was sitting in a dark armchair in the corner of the room and read. He guessed he shouldn't be so surprised, but for some reason, he had thought she was still weeping. Well, it would have been harder to talk to her if she was weeping. Severus cleared his throat, but Hermione ignored him.

"It appears we have some things to work on…" he said.

"Mhm," she turned a page in the book.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"You better be."

"But you yelled at me too and I don't…" he took a deep breath. "Look at me."

She sighed, closed the book and looked at him. "What do you want, Severus?"

"I thought I could take you out for dinner," he said quietly.

She frowned. "Do you think that's wise? You always make me cry, one way or another, and I just don't want the world to find out how miserable I am."

Her words actually hurt. Severus didn't like that the girl was able to hurt him. "I could make you very happy, if you would let me," he said a bit harsh.

"I'm not going to sleep with you."

Sweet Salazar, how could she sound so cold? Anyway, he had a plan B. "I wasn't thinking about that. I thought I perhaps could introduce you to my library."

Ah, at least the girl seemed interested in that.

"Okay, that sounds interesting."

She followed him out to the sitting room. "A lot of these books are about the Dark Arts," she noticed.

"They are. You may read them, if you like," he studied her closely and, as he had expected, she jumped.

"But they are about Dark Magic!"

"So? I don't think a book will hurt you… Besides, haven't you read anything about the Dark Arts before?"

She blushed. "Well… you're a teacher…"

"And a Death Eater. And you're the most brilliant student at this school. I think you will be able to tell what spells you may and may not use… What?"

She was staring at him. "You called me the most brilliant student..."

He made a grimace. "So? It's not like you have much competition…"

But she smiled anyway.

He cleared his throat. "If you don't want to explore some new things, I have a lot of other books. You just happen to stand next to the shelf of the Dark Arts… As you can see here, I got some books on the noble art of Potions… quite a few on Herbology… Astronomy, Magical Creatures, Runes… and… Well, a little of this and that."

Hermione seemed to have forgotten that he had ever made her sad. She took a random book from a shelf and opened it. Right then, Severus felt Voldemort calling. He made a small gasp of pain. "I need to go, but please enjoy."

Hermione just nodded. She hadn't even noticed, he was gasping. He rolled his eyes. That girl was truly amazing, in an annoying way. After a quick change of clothes, he was off to see one of those million thorns in his arse, Voldemort. He had the luxury to be able to Apparate from his study; he had told Dumbledore that it wouldn't be good for the children to see him come back wounded. He Apparated to one of the smaller meeting places at the Death Eaters' headquarters and found his Lord sitting in one of the comfy green armchairs next to the fireplace. He bowed.

"Sit down, Severus," Voldemort ordered. "I want to know how your marriage is going."

Severus took a seat and sighed. "To be honest, my Lord, it's not going well…"

"I thought you were good with women?" Voldemort raised a nonexistent eyebrow.

"I am… but Hermione isn't a woman, she turned seventeen yesterday."

"And?"

"She isn't mature enough to have sex, my Lord."

The Dark Lord snored. "Women are never ready. You have to make them ready."

"This morning she said, and I quote, 'I will never touch that thing with any of my body parts'."

Voldemort laughed.

"And then, she ran into her room and cried, like she did last night."

"Her room? Don't tell me, you have different bedrooms."

"She fainted when she realised I had to fuck her at least once during our first year of being wed."

Voldemort smirked. "Is she ugly?"

"I wish she was…" Severus muttered. "That would make it easier..."

"I want to see her for myself."

"Do you think that is wise?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, my Lord, but the girl is very…"

"If I remember correctly, she was with the Potter boy at the ministry this spring?"

"Yes…"

"Lucius cursed over her abilities, apparently she fought quite well."

"I'm not saying the girl isn't brave or good. She is just…"

"Lucius is having a feast next weekend to celebrate his release from prison. I want you to bring her with you."

"But…"

"What's with all the objections, Severus? You know better than that."

"I'm sorry, my Lord, I will bring her along…"

"Do you remember our first meeting, Severus?" The Dark Lord studied him.

Severus nodded. Like he could forget… He had been at the same age, Hermione was now. His grandfather had just passed away and his parents had died some years ago. It was Lucius Malfoy, who introduced him. Back then, the Dark Lord had still been very easy to lay eyes on and even though Severus wasn't attracted to the same sex, he couldn't help to admire the Dark Lord. He hadn't looked human; he had looked more than human, something better. And the power, he was radiating, had been intoxicating. Severus was in love after just half an hour of listening to the most extraordinary wizard he had ever met. It was not the love he had felt for Lily Evans, but the love he would feel for a father.

And a father was exactly what Voldemort had been to him. Voldemort had told him the truth behind magic and helped him get better at everything he could. It was Voldemort, who had encouraged him to be a Potions Master. But the glamour of his master had faded when Voldemort killed Lily. Lily had been his only true friend and he had loved her. But she had chosen Potter over him and he had never forgiven her for that. But he had been pissed when Voldemort killed her, he had cared for her.

"It seems like you do remember…" the Dark Lord smirked. "Then you know she won't be afraid of me… Not the first time anyway."

"I do, my Lord… I will bring the girl."

"Good," Voldemort rose and so did Severus.

Voldemort was a bit shorter than Severus, but that didn't stop Voldemort from patting on his head like he was a boy. "Teach her a thing or two about sex, Severus. She likes to read, right?"

Severus made a growl. "Yes."

"Then, let her read some … interesting … books about the subject … something … arousing." Voldemort straightened Severus's robes. "I'm sure you can think of a book…"

Severus smirked. "Do you mean…"

Voldemort brushed some dust from Severus's shoulders. "Yes… that book always works wonders… especially on young inexperienced girls."

He patted Severus on the chest. "Go. You don't want to keep your wife waiting, do you?"

"Good evening, my Lord."

SSSSSSS

Hermione forgot everything else when she was reading. She could read for hours and not realise that she was hungry or tired. She was so caught up in the book about Potions that she didn't hear Severus got back. And he made her jump when he let out a small cough.

"It seems like you are enjoying the book?" he smirked.

"Oh, yes, it's very interesting. I had no idea the potential of Love Potion increased when the moon-flower was picked at noon. I always though it was better to pick it at night."

Severus gave her a real smile. "And that is why I'm the Potions Master and you are still the student. But put the book away, I have news."

Hermione closed the book and frowned.

"The Dark Lord wanted to see me," Severus began and was rewarded with a gasp from Hermione.

"We are invited to a little gathering at Malfoy Manor next weekend."

"Why?"

"The Dark Lord wants to see you."

Hermione frowned. She wasn't feeling scared, only confused. Sure, she was going to see the most dangerous man alive, but she doubted he would harm her. If they wanted to harm her, they would already have done it. At least, that was the logical conclusion her brain came up with.

"What will he do to me?" she asked.

Severus studied her closely. "He didn't say. I guess he just want to meet you…"

Hermione tilted her head. "It doesn't make sense. I'm a Mudblood in his eyes. I'm one of the closest friends to Harry Potter and I'm just a teenage girl. Why would he want to see me?"

"Why don't you ask him when you see him?" Severus sounded a bit irritated.

"Will he hurt me?"

"I doubt it."

Hermione bit her lip. "I… what happens if we don't come?"

"I will have to deal with a lot of pain. Believe me, Hermione, I will not let your stubbornness lead me into that uncomfortable state."

"What am I expected to do?"

"Nothing. Just smile, nod and try not to speak unless spoken to. You are going to meet a lot of dangerous wizards and witches, and you don't want to annoy them, like you do me."

"When do I annoy you?" she frowned at her scowling husband.

"Whenever you open your mouth."

Hermione snored. "Fine, but I won't have to like them, right?"

"No, I don't even like them…" Severus sighed and Hermione got the feeling, he wanted to talk about something else.

"I promised I would be nice, Hermione, but I want you to study sex."

She closed her eyes for a moment. Had this man heard about modesty? She opened her eyes again.

No, she didn't think he had. She twisted her hands. "I don't want to sleep with you… I don't want to sleep with anyone!"

Severus rolled his eyes. "I didn't say you would have to sleep with anyone. I just want you to study it. What do you know about it?"

"Well… I know it's necessary for the reproduction of our species… and that it's about the man penetrating the woman…" she tried not to blush.

Severus snored. "Well, I guess I have to be happy that you don't think children come from fairies… but there is more to it than that."

Hermione cursed herself for blushing, but Severus was kindly enough ignoring it. Instead he reached for a book. "I think this will give you some… idea of what it is all about."

He gave her the book and she looked down at it. It was very thin with red folders and a title that said: The Inquisitive art of Intercourse.

"Oh… thanks… I guess."

Severus smirked. "Why don't you retreat to your room and have a look at it?

"Okay…"

Hermione looked down to the book, while she headed for her room. It must really be something special. She closed the door behind her, sat down on her bed and opened the book. It wasn't more than twenty pages and it seemed to describe different ways to have sex. The first page had an illustration of a penis and there was a lot of text that described which part did what and where the erogenous zones were and how to stimulate them. Curious as she was, she turned to the next page that had an illustration of a vagina. She started to read.

A vagina can look many different ways and can always change form, especially during intercourse or childbirth. Before the first penetration, the walls of the vagina need to be lubricated… Hermione sighed. She already knew all this. What was so special about this book? She skipped some lines and landed on Stimulation of the clitoris.

While she continued to read, she felt a strange tingle in her lower region. She ignored it and read the next line stroking or rubbing the vulva, especially the clitoris often leads to… Hermione gasped when she felt the weird sensation increase. It almost felt like something was rubbing her vagina. But she was very much alone and she didn't have her hands in her pants. She crossed her legs and continued, ignoring the sensation.

After a while, she realised she was rubbing her legs together to get rid of the feeling, but it didn't work. She closed the book, laid it on the nightstand, fell down on her back and tried to relax. But the burning feeling between her legs didn't stop. She whined. Fine, the book had made her aroused. It was no big deal. She just had to make the ache go away. The logical part of her brain told her to just start rubbing her clitoris, but some other part in her told her it was wrong and naughty. It was starting to get quite moistly in her knickers and Hermione turned to her side. She needed to do something; she had a feeling that there was magic involved. Perhaps there was a spell on the book. She had heard of those books before.

She turned back on her back and closed her eyes, while one of her hands travelled down under her pants. Just touching herself outside her knickers made her gasp, but it felt good. A little too good. One of her fingers reached under her knickers and touched her womanhood lightly. She was really wet; she had never felt anything like it. Only a couple of times when she had read some adult novel, but it was never like this. She remembered the instructions of the book, and after a little fumbling, she found her clit. It was like pressing a button, and a moment later, she exploded with a cry. She took a deep breath and trembled a little when she took her hands out of her pants again. Her fingers were sticky with her fluids. It didn't smell bad, just a bit weird. She had read about oral sex, but she didn't know how anyone could eat this.

She wondered if Severus would like to lick her down there… He probably would. But she didn't want him to do it. No. Not at all. She just wondered what it would feel like. Or what it would feel like to have his hands in her knickers. She didn't think he would have any problem to find her button…

Why was she thinking about this? She needed a shower. Badly.