Hey, here is another update for you. Thanks to all who have not given up. I still could need some help with the translation, so if you know someone who is willing to help me, you are welcome. I have asked more then 32 people from nearly everywhere in the past view months. During winter I was seriously ill, but now I hope, that I have recovered enough to carry on.

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Chapter 10
Detention part 2

He was whipped eighty minutes in the shower before he turned off the tap and Hermione was surprised when the hot water would probably dry up. Then she remembered that they were indeed at Hogwarts and he could conjure, he might as well just showering with cold water ...

She could not think clearly. Her world was completely turned upside down by the events that had taken place in the last days. Professor Snape was not the man of her dreams, and yet she felt that the peculiar sense of duty, that she felt towards him, the resignation to her fate, grew. She felt powerless and tried on her very special way cope with it. It was strange, but somehow she was not half as outraged as he, that it had come to sex between them. All his pride and strength were gone in the short time when it was done. He had lost control of himself and the situation. And that was something that had never happened to him.

She still sat on the floor where he had left her and waited thoughtfully what would happen next. At last the door opened and he stepped out from the bathroom. Fully dressed in his black robes, without a single wrinkle on it and accompanied by a captivating scent that instantly boosted her imagination.

Hermione jumped up and came towards him with a beating heart, but he only gave her one of his usual disparaging glances and made a wide circle around her as a precaution, if the size of the room allowed it. She sighed and continued on her way to the bathroom. There she was swallowed by the hot steam.

Having refreshed and wearing sports pants and sweaters she came out and felt good. For the first time since she was back at Hogwarts, she felt her spirits awakened. Above all, she felt the triumph that she had no fear of him. And that made her feel that it was worth the whole thing.

Her eyes swept carefully over to the chair in which he sat. As she had suspected, with a glass in his hand. When he saw her, he put it to his lips and drained it in one gulp.

Hermione sighed and walked up to him. "Give me the glass," she said sternly, holding out her hand. Her eyes widened as she realized that it was filling up by itself. "Do it now!" He shrugged his shoulders and put it unimpressed to his lips again. "That will not work," she said.

He rolled his eyes. "Is it still not enough, Miss Granger?"

She paused and frowned. Every word out of his mouth sounded cold.

"Did not you get what you wanted?"

She looked at him in surprise. "What are you talking about?" He could not possibly mean that.

"You lost your virginity."

Ouch!

She had been deceived and turned beet red in the face. "Just like you."

"Hmmm," he growled. "Obviously, it was not, as you have imagined. I'm sorry."

His lips curled into a slight, smug grin. Hermione wanted to ignore it. He had been drinking, what could she expect?

"I am an old man and sometimes a little impatient, as you may have noticed."

She bit her tongue, it hurt when he said that. "Why do you say that, Professor?"

"Because you leave me no choice, Granger."

She shook her head. "All right. We should stop to make each other's life hard."

He laughed scornfully. "Yes, good idea ..."

She put her hands on her hips. "I'm serious."

"I might not?" He let the alcohol run into his mouth and waved it up and down with his tongue.

"No, you do not. But I'm willing to start over if you tell me what you expect of me. So it can not go on eventually."

He swallowed the wine. "No idea," he said empty.

"What? I'm willing to give me over to you and you do not even know what price you should ask?" She was confused. "This is all a game, is not it?"

He nodded. "Right. And again not."

"What do you mean?"

"Granger, you have done well. My respect." He pointed a bow with his head. "You do sleep with your teacher, even though you were not ready. Not to mention himself."

She went to her knees in front of him, sat down at his feet and looked into his black eyes. "Professor," she whispered gently. "Please listen to me."

He bent down and turned, to her surprise, his wine glass next to the chair on the floor. His eyes fixed her. "I did not think that you actually pull through with this," he said in a weak voice, folding his fingers in front of his lap. He only stared at her for a while, looked deep into her brown eyes, that blinked to him innocently. "It's amazing, Granger. But at the very least I would have expected that of you."

Hermione lowered her gaze to shame. She almost felt sorry for him, but still his cruel words, he had said to her, were embedded in her memory. She was aware that they both were in a hopeless situation, they had not chosen. For a moment she did not know whether to laugh or cry, and stretched out her hands towards his hesitantly. "Professor ..."

He swallowed hard. "Leave it!"

Harsh he pushed her aside and ran his fingers through his hair fresh. She immediately inhaled his pleasant fragrance.

"You must always do the opposite of what is expected of you," he said and put his palms elegantly on the armrests of the chair.

She was so perplexed that she did not know how to go on. It was hard to oversee that the sexual experience he had had with her had harassed him. He looked so vulnerable in that moment that it was hard to compare him to the man he portrayed in his classroom.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it," she whispered softly. "I am bound to you."

"How ironic," he murmured absently.

Hermione shuddered at the sound of his deep voice. She found herself longing to watch him and felt the urge to touch him. What could be more seductive than its most vulnerable point in this moment? She put her hand on the bulge in his pants, right between his legs. It happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that she already was anticipating to be conjured again through the room. But the opposite was the case. He moaned and dug his fingers into the arms of the chair. She could feel the tension under which he stood and turned to look at his penis which immediately responded to the unexpected touch in the pants.

There was a brief moment when he let himself go, but then he had found his old familiar control again. His strong hands grabbed her and held her away from him. "Why do you want that?" He asked with a mixture of discomfort and desire.

"Because you want it," she answered simply.

He shook his head. "This is only the body, not the spirit."

"That does not matter," she breathed.

One of his eyebrows shot suddenly into the air. "You challenge me again?"

"You leave me no choice," she repeated his words, which he had previously thrown at her head.

"You really want me to hurt you?" He asked incredulously. "Why?"

"You can not deny the contract," she said. "There are things that we need to find out. No matter at what price. I do not have much to lose if I look at the life that lies before me. I'm locked in a dungeon, with a man who, although married to me, shows no interest in me." Too much desire for the unknown was in her voice.

He did not answer. Instead, he leaned up and grabbed her with a firm grip on the shoulders, without her having made even the slightest institutions to fight against him. With a few steps he had pulled her behind him over to the bed. He pushed her onto the mattress, crouched on her and ripped her sports trousers rudely from her body. When he realized that she had nothing on underneath, he looked like a question mark. "Do not you wear underwear?"

She seemed confused. "Not at the moment. I can not leave the premises ... "

He hesitated no longer, and freed his abdomen from the shoes and the clothes and threw everything on the floor.

Hermione first saw the length of his completely naked hard member from nearby towering in front of her. Without his clothes all looked even more unreal than before. Her heart began to beat wildly as he bent low over her, staring at her lustfully. It was not long before she wrapped curious and expectant fingers around his manhood. He groaned and moved in her hand. Hermione liked the feel of the strong, soft skin in her hand and the heat that radiated from him.

She carefully ran her thumb over the sensitive tip and enjoyed the unexpected reactions of her body, as a comforting shiver ran through him. After a short time he put his fingers around hers and pressed his penis impatiently down to her warm body center.

Hermione had little time to prepare for the pain until he bumped against her soft folds. She bit her lip and moaned anyway. He penetrated into her rudely and went out again. She flexed her muscles under him and dug her fingernails into the long rows of buttons on his arms as he moved up and down. Inside and out.

Suddenly he stopped and paused. "I can not do that," he said, as if paralyzed.

"What? Why not?" Disappointment was in her voice.

"It was never my intention to do that, Granger. Especially not with you!"

She felt like slapped and was unable to answer. Already he slipped out, rolled off her body and collapsed on the bed beside her.

Hermione leaned on her elbows and looked over at him as he lay with a trembling chest on his back and ran with both hands through his long hair. His excitement was still clearly visible. She braced up and lay down with her body close to his, her head resting on her hand so she could look him in the face. He let his arms fall quickly, staring at her with discomfort in his eyes.

"Of course you can," she said encouragingly. What had she to lose? "I can too."

"This is something completely different," he snapped back.

She mused. In a sense he was right. When she pulled his own power into consideration, he could force her to do things she did not want. But that was not what had happened.

"Look at me," she said. To her surprise, he glanced over at her. "You have done nothing wrong. It was my decision to do that. With you, my husband."

He shook his head, and shoved his hands stressed through the hair. "It's not right. I am your teacher, Miss Granger. Do you understand what that means?"

She chewed on her lip and ran her fingers over the buttons on his chest. Did she mind? Did she ever understand it, with all the problems that surrounded them? She was not sure herself.

"When will you finally stop to see yourself as my supervisor?" She asked in return.

"As long as you go to school here and I'll teach you, nothing will change. And even if you are no longer my student, I will not just do, as if you had not been here before. And even then, "he took a deep breath," there's still this age difference of twenty years, that is between us. Enough for you, Granger?"

Hermione nodded for the time being. She could feel his breathing beside her, still watching him with interest. She saw his jet-black hair, that suddenly seemed endlessly fascinating. Many teens could envy him for it, it was a stroke of luck to have such thick hair.

Her eyes wandered over his face, to his strong nose. The nose, which made him so distinctive. She examined his body, which was full of life and energy, which she would never have thought.

He looked clearly different than usual, as he lay beside her and had his eyes half closed. Thoughtful and guilty.

With careful movements, she reached out her hand and put it to his temple. He stared at her as if she were out of this world.

"Miss Granger," he said warningly. "You strain my patience." His heart was pounding so much that she could feel it clearly. Her fingers ran gently through his long hair and she enjoyed a deep breath of the distinctive, masculine scent that rose from his scalp.

"Who are you, Professor Snape," she murmured softly.

He pushed her away, sat up and fumbled for his clothes, but she was still watching him, which did not escape him. "This is not real, Miss Granger," he said as he closed his pants. "Forget all that, forget your morbid fantasies."

She sat up and looked at him injured. "Do you really think that of me?"

"There is not another logical explanation for what you have done with regard to my person."

He turned away from her and walked over to his chair. As soon as he sat in it, he already held the wine glass in his hand and turned it between his fingers.

Hermione slipped disappointed in her sports pants, crawled to the head of the bed, leaning with folded arms against it. "You are cruel," she said deeply affected.

"That may be. I'm not proud of it, but that's life."

"It is so, because you want it to be so."

He raised an eyebrow and gave her an appraising look. "Indeed. It is strange that you of all people say that. Do you think I was going to make this way more intimate acquaintance with the female sex?"

Hermione swallowed. "You should not have played along, Professor."

"Hmmm. If you say so ..."

"Perhaps you mean to say something else?"

"Well, when I think about it, that I've lost my virginity, here with you today, how you would express it, I should probably consider myself lucky, right?" A smirk appeared on his face.

"You are a funny man."

"Probably."

"Are you aware that, no matter whether Gryffindor or Slytherin, almost all guys plunge in this adventure, without even thinking about it enough?"

"There we have the problem," he interjected. "I'm not a teenager. I am a man."

Hermione pressed her lips together. This was bound to happen!

"Strange, I thought, you know," he added.

"It does not matter what you are, as long as I'm married to you."

"That's true. You seem to really have a preference for it, to pass over my person, Miss Granger."

Her jaw dropped open. The way he said Miss Granger made her shudder. "That's not true!"

His eyes bored into her intensely. "Why have you seduced me?" He said, stressing each syllable clearly.

"I had the feeling that it must be so."

His brow slipped up again. "Did you?" He sounded surprised.

"Yes, I have let myself guided solely by my emotions. Granted, it was not romantic and it might have been a little more tender, but other than that it was ... right?" She hesitated. "Or more appropriate."

He stared at her. "Appropriate?"

"Well, I wanted it to happen, what about you?"

"I thought that this question is unnecessary. No! "

"Oh."

"However. I've come to a certain age, to be alone and to be content with my own company."

"You mean you have ..."

"No, Miss Granger. You are an infantile thing! It is not what you think."

"You do not? You have not even experimented with it? I thought all guys do that ..."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course they do that, but that is not up for debate here and now."

"Why not?"

"I am a man who expanded his horizons and not someone who expands his sex life freely."

"But did not you just now felt anything?"

He laughed mockingly. "What do you mean? The extensive foreplay maybe?" Again there was clearly visible a demonic grin on his face.

"Come on, Professor," she said encouragingly, and full of curiosity.

He sighed. "Does it give you satisfaction when I express it?" She stared at him with wide eyes. "Do you think the climax, Miss Granger? I can assure you that you have had success."

"I did not mean that." She was as red as a tomato. "I meant feelings. Feelings that you have never had before. Impulses. Lust. And dare I say - even under these circumstances - that I felt something like sensuality."

"Very flattering," he said, considering. "All that you have felt?"

Hermione nodded.

"Miss Granger," he sighed, as if she were hopelessly lost. "I do not think that we communicate with each other on the same wavelength. These things exist only in a dream. They do not reflect reality."

"How do you know that, if you have never experienced such a thing? You are so prudish and closed like a wallflower."

His brows drew together closely. "I have not heard that. For your own protection."

Hermione sighed. "All right ..."

"Go to bed, Granger," he said encouragingly, "It's late."

"What? You think I could just fall asleep now?"

"What do you do then? Watch me, as I myself get drunk at the end of a very successful day? Please, if it gives you pleasure, then go ahead. You do anyway only what you want."

"I really wish you would not do that, Professor."

"What difference does it make to you?"

"The difference is, that I want to get to know you and not your drunken twin." She looked at him reproachfully.

He shrugged his shoulders unimpressed. "Good night, Granger."