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CHAPTER 55

Damn, what did the man do to himself this time?! Hermione despaired silently in her mind as she tried to discover just what it was that appeared to both be killing the man and sustaining him. It showed on her diagnostic charm as a poison but still all attempts at removing it were obviously considerably worsening his condition... Knowing Snape, it was some kind of potion...

Unicorn's blood, occurred to her then and she nearly gasped aloud; it was potent enough and would keep the man alive even with all the horrible injuries and wounds that he had suffered and miraculously lived through. Still, the curse it carried with itself would show differently on the diagnostic charm. And she fervently hoped he just wouldn't do something so horrible...

Some kind of an extremely powerful healing potion that got botched then, she surmised. Yet she could not really imagine Snape producing a potion that would be anything but perfect, let alone drink it by accident. Also he would never voluntarily take any that was not brewed by him...

The fool! What he had gotten himself into this time? Damn, it was pure luck for him to be living now. Anyone else would be dead immediately after suffering whatever he had gone through.

Luck...

Merlin, he had said he had an unfinished Felix Felicis brewing in his lab for some reason. He had told her it had been in it's simmering stage then - it was just about giving it time for it to be ready for drinking; practically finished, working and nearly impossible to botch. Still, if he had NOT given it the time, it would probably work just as she was now witnessing - keeping him alive while it's effects lasted yet toxic enough to kill as soon as its magic wore off.

That was it! she thought, nearly smiling at getting an answer that just felt right.

Bollocks, she still didn't know what to do with that.

Busying her hands with healing the numerous scratches and burns that he had taken, she was thinking hard about a possible solution, not noticing Neville - now deathly pale and obviously in shock - in the slightest. The mystery of him and his presence could wait. This riddle was much more important to solve NOW...

She could not brew an antidote - she did not have the equipment, ingredients nor the time and it could prove disastrous to make Snape unlucky by accident. She could not remove what was left from it now either; it would be good for him now that he was mostly healed, yet SHE needed all the time and luck she could get to not die today, hoping it would be fortunate for Snape too if she survived...

Still, she could heal his stomach and digestive system - that would give him at least a few hours more to live - then do what they had to do and only then get it out of him. Hopefully all in time...

Checking him once more with the diagnostic spell to make sure she did not miss anything important and had repaired all the broken bones, dislocations, sources of bleeding and internal ruptures, she nodded to herself, happy with the results that she had managed to achieve. She covered him with a blanket then.

Now the more complicated part...

"Neville, I need you to leave now. Take the Floo and go to his office. Stay there till I come and fetch you," she said, turning to her friend and blushing slightly. Damn, she was sending him out to have sex with his - and her former - professor! Gosh...

The tall boy did not move though, probably expecting some kind of explanation.

Merlin, she was NOT about to admit to anything like that to him. Ever...

"Neville, I am sorry but I can't explain now. Just trust me and do it, please!" she pleaded with him and was relieved to see the boy nod reluctantly.

Damn, she would have to make up a VERY good story before going to fetch him after this is done. If they even manage it in time, that is...

She did not even wait to listen to the Floo being activated and cleaned and tidied herself magically as much and quickly as she could as to not be totally repulsive to the man. Then she took off her dirty and torn clothes - she really had no time to patch it now. Furthermore, he seemed to like to watch her breasts when he got the chance, small as they were... She needed any advantage and help that she could get now.

"Rennervate," she whispered then, pointing her wand at him.

His eyes opened slowly, a drowsy haze blurring his normally sharp and acute look. He had been fed a lot of potions and surely drugged by the side effects. Still, none of them should cause impotency... And at least now he did not seem to be about to attack anyone or flinch away from her, furious and angry at her escape as he would surely be if he was thinking clearly.

He looked different; she had mended his nose properly this time after it had been obviously done many times before in a haste and not very expertly - it was now straight rather than crooked and gave his face a manly charm instead of drawing all attention to itself by its shape and size. Also his teeth were now all new, straight and white after being regrown, all the coffee and potion induced stains gone from them. Evidently, them being crooked was also caused by improper mending techniques when they had been knocked out before...

He looked rather good now. Merlin, she could even imagine easily that this was a different man altogether, especially with his look being open and searching instead of the usual dead emptiness...

Not knowing what to say, she decided to go straight for his own tactic that had worked so well to arouse her a week ago and reached her hand tentatively, stroking him and gently exploring his body with her fingers. He did nothing to stop her, simply watched her and her hand in interest as if curious about what was about to happen...

Encouraged, she let her fingers wander freely over his torso, feeling all the hard contours and angles of his body, stroking the surprisingly soft and light hair on his abdomen, exploring his small and hard nipples, so very different from her own...

Still, he did not seem to mind.

She reached under the blanket then, touching him... There. His... penis, damn! She was a woman grown! She could at least try to think of it as an actual part of his body, she thought, exasperated with herself.

Blushing, she carefully investigated it with her fingers; it was surprisingly smooth. And hardening fast, she realized, her cheeks hot. At least the part that belonged into her was. Down there it was very different... Wrinkled and with no tangible veins. Contracting slowly when she kept stroking it...

She noticed his breath changing then and hoped that what she was doing was actually working as it should. That he would not chase her away now...

Looking in his eyes, she pulled the blanket away completely to reveal his currently rather impressive erection. Damn, by the look of him, she would swear he actually wanted her!

His dark eyes never left her as she climbed on top of him, remembering their moment back in the cell where he had told her to do exactly that. And liked it obviously, at least in the physical way...

Same as he did now, hopefully, his eyes all but devouring her and giving her the courage to proceed with this. Unsure but with a goal clear in her mind, she positioned herself over him and clumsily took his erection into her hand to direct it into her, lowering her body onto him.

Judging by his sheer size, she expected their joining to hurt or be rather uncomfortable at least. Yet it didn't, him sliding into her with ease while still letting her know VERY clearly that he was there, filling her fully. She touched herself curiously to discover she was all wet.

Damn, she was probably enjoying her first true exploration of his body too without even realizing it.

Storing the fact into the back of her mind to ponder later, she tried to think of what to do next. She needed to move, that was sure - she felt that clearly enough, her body begging her to do something to be able to feel him inside of her better, to make him stroke her and touch all the places in her that she herself could never reach.

So she experimentally lifted her body from him slightly and then let it descend onto him again, driving him back into her. Then again at a different angle and again till she discovered just the perfect position for her legs and body and the extend of her movement that felt right.

Meeting his eyes again to try to assess whether it was good for him this way too, she was both shocked and a completely absorbed by their expression. The black orbs were burning so hot with passion, full of wonder, adoring and tender at the same time that it nearly made her stop.

She had no idea the man was even able to look this way, let alone at her and it made her cheeks warm up once again under his scorching gaze. Still, it also made her feel... desirable. For probably the first time in her life, she felt truly sexy. More attractive even than she had during the Yule Ball back in her fourth year after she had spent hours trying to tame her hair, fix her dress and nails and put a whole load of make up on her face... And it made her bold too. Bolder than she ever thought herself capable of in a situation like this...

So the next time she noticed his scorching gaze stray to her breast that was now bouncing slightly due to the rocking movement of her body, she took hold of one of his hands and placed it on herself, his long fingers over her nipple. He exhaled audibly, his face a mask of contentment and pleasure as his hand came to life over her, his other hand joining it shortly, and started to massage her gently, rolling her nipples tenderly and slowly in his fingers, his palm hugging and warming her flesh up... It was sending nearly electrical shivers along her whole being and the pleasure kept shooting through her body and multiplying with the sensations that were forming down there where she was joined with him.

Her hips started to move faster on their own accord, bringing up all the sensations and emotions that she felt a week ago too. Her breathing became audible and rather erratic and she felt herself being torn from herself again, her mind ascending up some invisible ladder leading who-knows-where, being carried there by the waves of pure feeling he was giving her that both thrilled and frightened her...

It made her moan aloud, not caring any more about him hearing her. Damn, she would not care even if she was salivating all over him at that moment! This was really affecting her ability to think considerably. Still, he was very unlikely to remember anything tomorrow. It was worth it...

The next moment, she felt one of his hands move from her breast and she groaned in disappointment at that. She changed her mind quickly though, as she felt his fingers touching her down there, spreading her and his thumb landed on her clitoris, pressing and circling it.

Merlin!

Her whole body convulsed and clenched at that, something like a greedy obsession taking hold of her as she moved herself a few more times jerkily and quickly till she felt him harden further in her, twitch and warm her whole belly up as he groaned deeply and it broke something in her then. Some dam of tension that has never been broken before, flooding her whole body with waves of pure bliss and blinding her to anything but the sensations circling inside of her.

She knew she was probably moaning, likely screaming even. She could not care less.

It took minutes to even register that she landed on his chest at some point during that sweet seizure and was now lying sprawled over him limply and rather awkwardly. Still, he did not seem to mind in the slightest, one of his arms wrapped around her back protectively even as her nose was buried in his neck and hair.

Hell, he smelled great from this close and she was so tired...

Still, he would die if she would not get up fast.

So she made herself sit up, bracing her weight against his firm chest. Her eyes met his again and it made her blush and look away. It was still so adoring and tender, loving even, that she really could not do anything else than that, nervous and unsure as it made her feel now when it was all over.

Damn, she did not know who he thought she was but it was clear he cared deeply for that person. She felt like she had just abused his feelings to that woman by replacing her in his mind for tonight...

With her eyes still lowered, she removed herself from him and sat at the edge of the sofa. Then she reached for her wand on the table and tried to remove the potion from his body; it took about half an hour to do that, careful and diligent as she had to be. Still, it was not removed fully nor it ever would be - he would carry the effects of this with himself for the rest of his life... It was probably all her fault for letting it eat at him for longer than it absolutely had to be. She was so selfish.

Damn!

Opening her mouth to tell him that, she looked into his eyes again, discovering they never moved from her face. The expression in them did not change at all either. If anything, it was even softer and more devoted. She closed her mouth again, not being able to speak. And erase that look from his face.

He will not remember anything anyway tomorrow. There is no need to tell him now, she reasoned with herself, trying to find and excuse for her cowardice.

So she just pulled the blanket over him to keep him warm.

"You should go to sleep now," she told him softly.

He made some sort of deep throaty sound in response to that, half grumpy, half agreeing. It was quite adorable, she had to admit and blushed anew.

A hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him then, gentle yet uncompromising, and she was so startled at that that she did not resist, realizing fully what was happening only when he already had her bare back pressed to his chest, spooning with her under the blanket. His face buried in her neck, inhaling deeply and humming contently.

Merlin! Snape is actually cuddling with her!

She probably could have escaped from this - he was still weakened, without his wand and surely hallucinating - yet it seemed safer to just let him act the way he wanted so as to not alert him to her true identity and face his anger. He would fall asleep soon and then she would disentangle from him, dress herself and go to fetch Neville.

She still did not know what to say to her friend.

Bollocks.

She closed her eyes, thinking.

It was rather warm and comfortable here with him, she had to admit as his breath tingled her neck. After the week she had had it was no wonder that she was tired.

So tired...


"Hermione? Hermione?! What-?! What are you doing to her?!"

Holy Merlin...


Cliffhangers are back - I am so sorry! Hope you will forgive me eventually... I will try to not make you wait for long.

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