Author's note: Hello! Thanks for the reviews! WARNING: Final chapter, all the tags you may have read take shape here. Enter at your own risk. There is no rape as such BUT...
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.Knock
"Come in." she heard coldly.
Hermione opened the door delicately, shyly poking her head through the doorway "Good evening Professor, I- I'm here for my detention."
"Well, come in Granger! I just told you." he hissed, annoyed.
The girl blushed and awkwardly walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She stood in the middle of the room, waiting for instructions from her teacher.
The man looked at her annoyed, "What are you waiting for Granger? A lemon drop? Sit down dammit!"
Hermione ran over and sat down at one of the nearest tables.
"I have work to do, you will copy the scrolls on your right. I'd like to not be disturbed for the hour, I hope you can hold your tongue for 60 minutes?" he spat sarcastically.
Hermione simply nodded, she didn't want to put him in a bad mood before talking to him seriously...
The hour had passed quickly and Hermione had been done for several minutes. She couldn't take her eyes off Professor Snape's hard, cold face. She didn't think he was beautiful, but she was fascinated by the pallor of his skin, she could distinguish tiny scars on some parts of his face. Unlike many of the other students, she didn't find his hair greasy or unattractive, she even found it silky... Maybe one day she'll be able to run her fingers through it...
A throat-clearance brought her out of her reverie.
"Am I disturbing you?"
Hermione shook her head to get her few thoughts back in place, Snape's eyes were on her, his gaze was blank, emotionless, but she could see a slight sneer at the corner of his lips.
"P-pardon?"
"You've been watching me for almost ten minutes, am I disturbing you?"
Hermione opened her mouth in hopes of giving a good excuse, but to her horror no sound came out.
"Would you like to leave with a picture of me in your dormitory perhaps?" Said Snape, raising an eyebrow.
The young witch blushed and turned her head away.
"I'm sorry...I'm done Professor."
Snape sighed and returned his eyes to his copies, "Alright, out of my sight, now."
Hermione stood up and headed for the door, she had to do it now or she would never have the courage to do it. Before she reached the exit, the girl turned and walked silently towards her teacher's desk, each step was clumsy, uncertain. Her little fingers were twisting on her sweater with nervousness. When she reached his desk, she frantically opened her mouth without a sound coming out.
Snape sighed without looking up from his copies, "Miss Granger, I am far too exhausted than to have an ounce of patience."
The girl didn't move, he could still catch a glimpse of the stupid girl's pants. Snape's dark gaze fell on the young witch's flushed face.
"I said Out," he growled with a clenched jaw.
"Professor, I'd like to ask you a question..."
He sighed in annoyance "Hurry up, before I take more points off your house."
"Is that..." But Hermione couldn't continue, she didn't know how to tell him, she didn't want to make him angry.
The man smashed his fist against the wood, which caused the young woman to jump
"By merlin, Granger speak or leave!"
After a few seconds of silence, Snape stood up abruptly and walked quickly over to Hermione, "Alright, fine, I'll get you out of this class myself then."
The girl panicked, "No! Wait..." she shouted, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
The words escaped her, Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth, what did she just say?
He glared at the girl, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Tomorrow, same time, good night Miss Granger" and he returned to his desk.
"No, please, answer me... Do you think I'm pretty?" Hermione felt stupid all of a sudden, she felt so desperate, she needed that answer.
Snape closed his eyes for a moment, "Miss Granger, are you completely stupid or have you lost your mind?!"
"I-I'm sorry...I-I just wanted to know, you told me yesterday..." said Hermione in an unsure voice.
He suddenly turned his dark eyes to her.
"I remember very well what I told you yesterday, I meant it, you're a very smart and mature girl, way too much for boys your age, now, GET-OUT." he spat.
But instead of leaving, Hermione stepped forward.
He frowned, "May I ask what you're doing?"
"I-I wanted to thank you for...I like you sir," Hermione admitted in a small voice.
He took a deep breath, "Granger, if you're playing with me to make your little friends laugh I-"
"No!" she cut him off abruptly "I mean, you don't understand... I thought that... You could help me?"
"Help you with what? I don't understand what you mean!" Snape lost his patience and his voice rose higher than he would have liked.
"I really feel something different when I am in your presence. I would like to feel... loved, wanted... and I thought... you could..." The girl stared at a crack in the ground, she couldn't look at him now that she had just said something so embarrassing.
Snape regained control of his emotions and put his cold teacher's mask back on.
"Miss Granger, are you making a pass at me or am I dreaming?"
"I don't know... I..." she whimpered hesitantly.
His face darkened, "Have you gone mad? I could have you expelled for this, you stupid girl!"
"No! Please don't do that!" the girl screamed, pleading.
Hermione crossed her arms defensively over her chest, "And I'm not a girl! I-I'm a woman!"
A few seconds of silence passed before Hermione tried her best, she walked around her teacher's desk and approached him, she was so close she could smell his masculine scent. She reached out her small hand and touched his arm as Snape glared at her. He was angry at the stupid girl, but he had to admit that she had some nerve.
Hermione smiled tenderly, "No one will know, I'll do anything you want, just teach me-"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence when he stood up and captured her arm in an iron grip.
"That's enough, GET OUT." he shouted, heading for the door and dragging the girl behind him. Poor Hermione was having such a hard time keeping up with him that she stumbled a few times, but he held her so tight.
He stopped in front of the door before turning her to face him and grabbing her by the shoulders before shaking her, "You're lucky I'm aware that you're not in your normal state, I'll blame this outburst on your pitiful emotional state."
But she pulled away and begged him with her eyes, her breath coming in gasps.
"Please! You're the first person I've known who's ever given me a real compliment... I wish it was someone like you who..." but she stopped, it was too hard to say.
He raised a sarcastic eyebrow "Someone like me? Please explain."
"Very well." She took a deep breath in order to build up her courage.
"You've built up a shell of yourself because of your Deatheater past and you're trying to protect yourself by acting like a bastard, but deep down you're a good person. I'm sure there's a sensitivity and gentleness hidden in you that I'd like to discover."
There was a heavy silence for a few moments before it was abruptly broken by Snape.
He laughed wickedly, "No, but you've really lost your mind. Have you been looking at me, Miss Granger?"
His fingers crashed into Hermione's cheeks, grabbing her chin firmly and he planted his dark eyes into her frightened ones.
"One, I'm not a kid with boiling hormones like your classmates you're desperately trying to seduce Granger, I'm a man.
Two, your innocent teenage fantasies are so... childish. You imagine me to be sensitive and gentle, mhmm?"
He tightened his grip, which drew a groan of pain from the girl.
" I am sorry to inform you that I am neither of those things. You know nothing of my past, you don't know who I am. You have no idea how much I could make you regret your needy schoolgirl words."
He suddenly let go of her and returned to his desk.
He's just trying to scare you away Hermione, go on!
"I know you're a good man" She said as she gently stroked her sore jaw.
"You've helped the order. Yesterday you tried to be nice when I know it's not in your nature... I just wanted to thank you..."
The stupid girl didn't realize the dangerous game she was playing. If he had to teach her a hard lesson to make her realize her stupidity, then he would, even if he had to blame himself afterwards.
He laughed wickedly, "Thank me? By offering me to shag you?"
This comment hurt the girl, but she did not let it show. She did not expect her teacher to use such crude language.
He looked her up and down and a sneer appeared on his cold face. "You have a sharp tongue, young lady, but your innocent mind couldn't fulfill a quarter of my desires."
"I-I'll do...what you want...I-I've kissed a boy before, you know?" she said hesitantly.
The man's grin disappeared and his face darkened "I'm not interested Granger. I'm not interested in teenage snogging," he spat.
The girl didn't know what to do to convince him.
"Wh-what do you want then?"
She did not want to drop the case, but it was necessary to convince her to leave and quickly before it comes to ...
He looked at her for a long time, sliding his gaze on the body of the young witch, he took the time to detail it so that this stupid child would be embarrassed of his insistent gaze. He smiled bitterly as the young woman lowered her gaze to the ground, encircling her chest in a protective embrace. She wanted to hide now, good. She was going to understand, he was going to make her realize her mistake.
"Take off your clothes."
Hermione froze, her eyes wide.
Snape smiled mischievously "Just as I thought," he said, stepping aside.
"No, wait... I... I was just surprised..."
Hands trembling, the girl began to unbutton her white shirt.
Seeing her lose all dignity made him sick. She didn't need to do that. Why was she trying to get male attention. She didn't need it. She needed to understand that it was not good to throw herself into the first arms that were open to her.
He stood up abruptly and cast a soundproofing spell on the door and locked it. "Stupid girl," he spat as he stood behind her.
Hermione didn't have time to figure out what was going on as the classroom was plunged into total darkness until a single small ray of light appeared, illuminating a small area in the middle of the room. Hermione could hear her teacher's footsteps coming up behind her.
He pushed her so that the girl landed in the small beam of light, Hermione tried to back away, but she bumped into her teacher's warm, hard body.
"Stay in the light, I don't want to miss a bit of this show." He placed her firmly back in her proper place and Hermione began to hear the man's footsteps circling around her. She couldn't see him, it was too dark in the room, she could only hear the sound of his boots slapping against the cold floor.
"Go on, let me check out the merchandise for a bit."
His voice was full of sarcasm, the girl could feel the humiliation rising in her, but she tried to ignore it. Hermione tried to continue unbuttoning, but her trembling prevented her from doing this task properly. She didn't know if she was shaking from fear or cold... maybe both.
"Stop shaking, you're the one who offered me this. Unless you already regret your decision?" He spat.
"No, it's not that. It's a little cold in here and a classroom is a little impersonal, we couldn't-"
"No." he cut her off coldly. "This cold, impersonal classroom is all you're getting."
The girl heard the man's footsteps stop behind her. Something brushed against her and she heard a voice in the hollow of her ear, "I hope you weren't expecting something romantic and caring..."
Snape abruptly grabbed the girl's hips and pressed her to him. Hermione could feel something in the small of her back, the man's fingers were bruising the soft skin of her hips, the girl panicked and grabbed her teacher's hands in order to get out of the grip, in vain.
"I've made it very clear, Miss Granger, I'm neither of those things. I am a cold, cruel, hard man... But I think you know that now."
He suddenly let go of her and sank back into the darkness of the room. Hermione didn't know what to do so she continued.
She took off her shirt and then slid her skirt down her legs, which were freezing from the cold of the dungeons.
She was in her underwear, when she reached her bra, "Stop" the man's voice echoed and it was a relief to the girl.
Snape walked over and stood in front of her, Hermione could see his face now. His eyes were dark and his face was so cold, did he not feel any emotion while she was half naked in front of him?
She saw him raise his wand and the young witch's heart missed a beat. She followed his wand with her eyes and it rested on her slightly pink cheek. He pressed the wand lightly into Hermione's pale skin, hard enough to leave a tingle and a red trail along the way, first on her cheek, her throat, her chest, her belly and then...
Hermione's eyes began to moisten with pain. She abruptly pushed her hand away and took a step back.
"Y-you're hurting me."
With a flick of his wand Snape turned on all the lights in the room, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to his desk and threw her against it. The young woman bumped into the hardwood, but was able to catch herself, knocking over most of the things on the potions master's desk.
"You're right, I'm hurting you and that's what gets me hard, you stupid girl." he glared at her with disgust "What if I told you that's what turns me on, hmm?" He abruptly slipped a hand into her hair and pulled it back so that the young witch's eyes met his black orbs.
"What if I told you that the only thing that would give me pleasure would be to hurt you? To hear your sobs while I fuck you like the little tease you're trying to be." He tugged a little more on Hermione's hair and she escaped a groan of pain, she had to drop to her knees in order to relieve the iron grip her teacher had on her hair.
Hermione was shocked, she stood frozen and silent as her teacher continued, "Look at you, kneeling before me, helpless, I could break you."
He didn't want to hurt her, he hoped she would get scared and walk away without looking back. He hoped to make her open her eyes, to make her realize that she didn't need to stoop to such... Perversities to be loved or wanted. Yet he could read the courage and determination in her eyes. He knew she would break at any moment, he just needed to push her a little more. The lioness' eyes were already starting to moisten, it was only a matter of time.
The young woman stared at him and tried to stand up despite the iron hand still chained to her hair, once upright her small delicate hand approached the hard and pale face of the Professor. He recoiled at her touch, but let her rest her hand on his face. With her slender fingertips she caressed the Professor's cheek, still in shock at the girl's audacity. The man's grip on the pretty brunette's hair softened.
"I know you will not break me, I trust you... and then... if this is what... you like... then, I will submit to your rules" she smiled shyly at him.
He couldn't believe his ears, he didn't know if she was desperate, brave or totally stupid. Maybe all three?
He grabbed violently the wrist of the young woman who gave a cry of surprise and moved it away from his face.
"I'm asking you for the last time, Granger, get out while you still can."
For a few seconds, Hermione thought she saw a flicker of desperation in his cold orbs.
"No." She said with a glint of defiance in her eyes.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the empty, stark classroom. The girl's head was thrown to the side. He had just slapped her so hard that his hand was tingling. He saw a tear trickle down her cheek as she held her jaw and looked at him in disbelief.
"Just so you know, this is only the beginning." Snape paused, hoping his words would have an impact on the young girl. "Go away Granger."
Despite the pain and her silent sobs, her response was the same. "N-No!" she shouted.
He began circling around her again like a predator, watching his prey, scanning her body, judging her like merchandise. He wanted to oppress her, he wanted her to suffocate from his presence.
"Put your hands behind your back."
It wasn't a request, it was an order. The girl complied silently, waiting for the man's next request. Hermione felt magical bonds clasping her wrists. It was so tight that she could feel her hands go numb.
The girl's face contorted in pain as she tried to move her wrists
"Could you take the pressure off, please?" she pleaded, but the man wouldn't even look at her.
"B-because it feels very m-"
"Shut up or I'll make you." he hissed annoyed.
Then the man's dark face lit up with mischief.
"Oh no, silly me. Don't shut your mouth, open it. I want to see the back of it. " he said while placing himself in front of the girl. Panicked, she took a few steps backwards and her back crashed against the cold stones of the dungeon, but he followed her. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face.
Her heart was pounding.
He grabbed her jaw violently, "Open your mouth or I'll make you do it, believe me you won't like the way I'll use it." The girl complied and tried to break away from the firm grip he had on her face, but he was much too strong and her bound hands put her at a disadvantage.
The moment Hermione opened her mouth, the man took the opportunity to slip two fingers in, Hermione did not have time to react that he had his long fingers at the back of the girl's throat who began to struggle desperately.
Her only option was to bite the flesh that was exploring her mouth, Snape let out a cry of pain and pulled away. The man's reaction was quick, he slapped her and the girl fell to the ground, she tried to catch her breath and coughed violently, what he had just done was lifting her heart. She felt like vomiting and her eyes began to moisten as she tried to regain her oxygen supply.
She looked up at him, he was standing in front of her, towering over her.
"Please, I'm not asking you to be Prince Charming, but at least try not to be a jerk!" she sobbed.
Snape stared at her with a smirk, perhaps, she was finally going to realize her foolishness.
He reached down slightly and stroked the top of her head, the girl glared at him and moved away.
"Good girl, I'm glad you are back in your place, Miss Granger."
The girl looked at him outraged "Don't make that face Granger, that's what you wanted right?" He crouched down to get to her level "Kneeling in front of the men, is that what you like? Mhm?" But the girl remained silent, a salty pearl rolled on her bruised cheek and came to crash on her chest.
He smiled with a satisfied expression and got up. The girl did not know what to do, should she ask him to stop? She was not asking him for love or flowers... was a little respect and consideration too much to ask?
The girl's eyes fell on the man's hands as they began to move. Snape slowly slid his hands over his crotch as he looked Hermione straight in the eye. The lioness blinked repeatedly to make sure she wasn't dreaming, was he touching himself in front of her? The man's heavy gaze threw her off balance, she looked away and felt her cheeks burn with humiliation.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw that the man's hands went from his crotch to his belt, she looked at him suddenly and then the young woman's face turned into waves of panic when she understood what he was doing and she tried to get up, but he prevented her from doing so by putting pressure on her shoulder.
"Ch-ch-ch-ch, you said you would do anything I want, a blowjob, it's rather ... common right? You prefer that I offer you something more ... atypical perhaps? "He did not let her answer and grabbed a handful of her hair to bring it closer to his manhood still hidden in his black pants, the witch winced in pain and struggled to get away from the man.
After a few seconds of struggle, he let her up, but pinned the girl's body between the cold wall and his.
"Where do you plan to go Granger? I thought you wanted to learn, I'm quite disappointed... I have known you to be a much better student."
"Please, not that."
"Not that?" He laughed wickedly, "I apologize Granger, I didn't know you wanted to 'skip' foreplay."
Snape paused to observe the impact his words had on the girl, "If you wished to be fucked without any preparation, all you had to do was ask, I would have been happy to do it immediately."
With a wave of his wand he made the bonds disappear and grabbed the wrist of the young witch and dragged her across the room, the girl tried to escape from his grip, but he was much too strong.
When he reached his desk, he threw Hermione on top of it and positioned himself over her, preventing the girl from escaping.
She began to pound on her teacher's chest, she didn't want it to be like this, it was too much for her. She tried to hit him, but he pinned the girl's wrists in one of his hands above her head.
"Please..." She sobbed "You were right... I shouldn't have offered you that proposal, please let me go"
The girl's sobs deepened as she felt Snape's hand moving back and forth over her body still in her underwear, he was running his hand up her thigh. He could have let her go now, but he wanted to punish her. He wanted to punish her for her stupidity, her naivety, her lack of esteem towards herself. He wanted to make her forget the taste of doing it again.
"Tell me Granger," he was so close to her face, she could feel his warm breath caressing her wet cheeks, "would you rather I take your virginity right now, on this desk?" he paused and there was nothing but the sobs and her shaky breathing.
"What a shame to take the innocence of such a pretty young witch," he pretended to think "I could leave it to you, you know, I just have to go through another path..." he purred.
The young woman understood what he was referring to and began to struggle even more.
"No! No, please!"
Snape let go of Hermione's wrists and stood up enough to turn the young woman around, her delicate face smashed against the hardwood of his desk.
She tried to stand up, but he trapped her hands behind her back, there was nothing she could do, she was at his mercy. Snape's weight crushed the poor girl against the hard surface. She was crying so hard he felt like she would never be able to stop.
"I-I beg of you..." Hermione tried to catch her breath to continue, but her sobs were cutting her off every second "Don't-don't hurt me, I beg you..."
It was too much for him. He abruptly let go of the young woman and stepped away from her. She put herself in a fetal position and wrapped her knees around her chest and continued to cry.
For a few minutes that seemed like hours, Snape wondered if he had gone too far. He felt terrible about seeing her like this, but it was for her own good, or so he tried to tell himself.
The man's shaky breathing and the girl's incessant sobbing were the only things echoing in the classroom.
He couldn't stay like this, this torture had to stop.
He cleared his throat nervously, "Miss Granger, I'm sorry I overstepped your boundaries, but I had to. You had to understand. You don't need this, believe me. Stay who you are, you don't need men's eyes to make you valuable. You are much better than that."
The young witch's sobs stopped abruptly, but she remained frozen in the same position. He didn't know what else to say to her so he once again acted like the cold bastard from the dungeons.
"Get dressed and leave," he said coldly.
When the girl heard the door click, she stood up abruptly, gathered her things and ran to the door before running into the dark hallway.