Smut alert, as you probably guessed, but important to the story.
They got up from the couch and went to the bathroom closing the door. "Hermione! What are we going to do?" Hermione was reaching for the taps to turn on the water and drowned out the sound of their conversation. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to take the first hot shower I've had in months." Ginny was on the verge of a good cry and Hermione sighed, resolved. She held Ginny's arms tightly. "Ginny there is nothing we can do. We are alone. The guys are dead. There is no hope of rescue from the Order, if it even still exists. For the time being we must play along, and plan. Snape is right. If we try to fight, we will only make it worse on ourselves. We are lucky Ginny. I know what kind of men Death Eaters are. Their revels are well known for their cruelty. If we had to be stuck in this situation, I believe Snape is our best bet. He's civilized at least. We may even be able to influence him eventually."
Ginny started to cry and shake her head. "I can't do this. Have sex with Snape?! Carry his child and then give it to Voldemort! I'd rather die with Harry!" Ginny was on the edge of panic until she remembered her family. "Harry's gone Hermione. Mum, Da, Ron, the twins. They're all dead and I'm alone."
Hermione held Ginny's hands. "Don't look back Ginny, only forward. We have years ahead of us to remember them and grieve. But right now, we have to deal with the present." Hermione pulled away to see Ginny's face. "Please try to understand Gin. It's why we were paired off in twos. To be used as leverage against each other. If you die, Snape dies, and I will be given to someone else to suffer god knows what. NO! As long as we're together we can make it through this." Hermione sighed, broken but not defeated. "I've been through so much already this year Ginny. I've seen and done things, things I never would have believed I could. But when your survival is at stake you find the strength somewhere, just because you must. You just have to decide that it must be done and get through it as best you can. Time is on our side now Ginny. We must stay strong and take it one day at a time. Now, let's get this over with. I'll go first and tell you how he… he treated me, okay?"
They bathed and Ginny went out to the couch by the fire to wait her turn. It was horrible, the waiting. She tried not to focus on her fears, but on what Hermione was going through right now. Hermione was so brave. Ginny didn't believe she could be that brave. Her eyes burned from her tears and she laid down to wait it out. It was taking longer than she thought it would and fell asleep to the sound of the fire in the grate.
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There were two warm robes in the bathroom and they each took one. Hermione hugged Ginny. "You wait by the fire and I will be there when I can." Ginny nodded and left the bathroom. Hermione leaned on the sink and tried to stay calm. It was not easy despite the calming draught. She looked into the mirror. 'Okay girl, you can do this. It won't take long. Just think of something else. He said he wouldn't hurt us. It will be okay.'
Hermione came out of the bathroom and into Snape's bed chamber. He was already naked in bed sitting up reading. He put the book down as she came in. Standing to meet her, he moved slowly so she could get used to the sight of his body. He was well made. All those stairs and cauldrons had sculpted his body to firmness. He was covered in scars and his deep voice had always sent shivers down her spine. He stood in front of her and raised her chin with his finger. She could feel the warmth of his body so close. "Have you decided to cooperate in this endeavor?" Hermione could not speak for shame and only nodded her head. "You are a strong and wise woman Hermione." He undid the belt of her robe and pushed it over her shoulders, touching them lightly. It was shocking how thin she was. Still, she had enough curves to make his well-endowed cock twitch. "A very beautiful and brave woman." He kissed her shoulders as he circled her. "I don't expect you to reciprocate my…actions, just don't fight me. Agreed?" Why was he even asking her? He had a wand and could take what he wanted whether she fought him or not. She began to tremble in fear. And could only nod her acceptance again. She was stunning in her vulnerability and courage.
Snape took pity on these women. Their lives, their world, would never be the same. They were too young to have to face what their future holds now. Snape put his hand to her cheek and gently caressed her. "You don't need to be afraid; I promise."
Hermione had heard that promise before. Ron had uttered it in the long nights they had shared together while on the run. She had a list of reasons then to be afraid. They had grown closer because of it. Still, they had not been intimate yet. The stress and lack of privacy had taken its toll on their relationship. Ron was more interested in listening to the radio for news of his family, and Hermione lost any interest in sex as her weight declined. A female body needs calories to operate normally. She had fallen drastically behind and had lost her period. If Voldemort wanted a child out of her, she would need to gain at least twenty pounds or more. Not that she would tell Snape that. Would the fertility potion make a difference? Only time would tell.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, she seemed to weigh little of nothing. He laid her down gently and then laid next to her. A wave of his hand and the lights went out. Only the light of the full moon shone brightly through the window. Hermione laid there stiffly, having an idea of what was to come, but not quite knowing what her roll in it would be. She told him she would not fight him, but that didn't mean she would be a participant. To her surprise he began to kiss her face gently, over and over. Who was this man? Then he moved down to her neck as his hand palmed her breast. His thumb rubbing the nipple which became hard at his touch. His lips then descended to her breast where he pulled and suckled on her nipple with his teeth, causing sparks to fly behind her eyes. She moaned involuntarily. What was he doing to her? Why was he doing it? She thought he would take her rough and quick and then finish the same with Ginny.
This was so much more. He apparently wanted her to try to enjoy it if she could. His hands and lips were doing wondrous things to her. The shiver she'd had, went from fear to passion rather quickly. The fiery trail from his hand was now on its way to her mound. He began to use his fingers in a most extraordinary way. Her breathing became rapid as the little shivers his touch caused ran through her. She tingled all over and began to moan, her body relaxing as it replied to him as nature intended. He said nothing but continued to kiss and stroke her intimately. Hermione was fisting the sheets as her body continued to respond to him, in spite of how she tried to fight it. He was so gentle, but so insistent, she didn't have the words to describe the feelings running through her. Nothing had ever felt this good. His talented fingers rubbed and then sank into her opening, pressing on the spongy tissue that made her eyes roll back into her head. She had never felt anything like this and could feel her body tighten and quiver as it built up to a precipice. He withdrew himself from her and she cried out, a primal need to…to… do what? He knew. "Please! Don't stop."
Snape positioned himself in the wet warmth between her now open legs. "I'm sorry." Was all he said in her ear as he plunged himself into her in one stroke. The shock of the loss of her maidenhead was painful and he held her tightly, his breath in her ear. "It will pass. Try to relax. Tell me when you're ready." They stayed that way for a few minutes until she whispered. "It's better now."
Snape was in nirvana. Her youthful body was enticing, and his lust had surged the moment he removed her robe. He gasped as he entered her. She was so tight and wet and warm, and now, willing. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman, and he felt his control weakening. Best to finish as soon as possible. He began to move slowly at first. Restraining himself was difficult, but something he wanted to do. A certain amount of pleasure for her was important to him. His child would not be conceived in fear and rape, as he had been. No. He would see to it she felt some amount of pleasure and release or die trying.
Hermione hesitantly put her arms around his waist and then moved them to grab his butt as the rhythm quickened, pulling him into her. She wanted him to trust her and complying with his demands would get her what she wanted eventually. She knew she should feel anger or fear or disgust, but she couldn't. This man felt so good inside her. The feeling of completeness, of connection on some basic level, was so euphoric. And she was sure he didn't have to make her feel this way to get her pregnant. He was doing it for her, and that said something important. Suddenly a tightening inside her began to build to a blinding peak. Her clit throbbed with want. Her first orgasm was so intense she screamed his name as she thrashed under him. He followed soon after and she felt his warm seed flood her body. They both lay still for a while trying to catch their breath. When he fell out of her, he rolled over taking her with him to lay on his chest.
She pulled herself closer into his warmth. His voice calming and concerned. "Are you alright?"
Hermione nodded and answered this time. "Yes... Why? Why did you do that? You didn't have to. I expected… That is, I thought you would just…"
"Take you?"
His deep voice rumbled in her chest as she pressed herself to him. "Yes. Something like that."
"Hermione remember this is not a relationship. I took you that way because I am not a rapist. I will do the same with Ginevra tonight. It is a duty I must perform and nothing more, but I don't have to be cruel. We can not get attached to each other. If the dark lord thinks for an instant that you mean anything more to me than a sex slave he will take you from me and give you to someone else. He made it clear to us that you are for procreation only. Any bond between us is a threat to him. Do you understand?" He took her hand from his chest and closed his eyes. "Go now. Send her to me in thirty minutes. You may both share the spare room across the hall for now. There is a pain potion on the nightstand for the both of you. Rest. I will see you in the morning."
Hermione got up from the bed and found her robe. She turned back to look at him in the shadows of the canopy. "Snape? Thank yo…" "STOP!" He was angry as he sat up in the bed. "Don't thank me for taking your innocence. Making you pregnant for that bastard. I am heartily ashamed of the foul thing I have just done to you. Go now."
He watched Hermione leave the room. Her innocents and fragility awakened some long lost part of him. He wanted to comfort her and protect her. She was already more to him than a slave. She was Hermione Granger, the most talented and brilliant student he'd ever had. The image of her beautiful body now burned into his brain. But he must be careful and keep her safe. He must be certain she will not be taken from him.
Hermione left the room to go to Ginny. 'Bastard?' That didn't sound like a loyal Death Eater to her. He must have doubts. She could use that. She found Ginny asleep on the couch and was hesitant to wake her. There was a little time yet. It might be easier on her to have less time to think about it.