Hermione slammed the door to her room and fell on her bed. She was crying
for no apparent reason. Her head throbbed as if there were two little
gremlins inside trying to chop through it with an ax, her sinuses were
pulsating below her eyes so badly that it hurt to open them, and her body
was aching all over. As she hugged a pillow, she had an idea. She dug
through her trunk and finally found her medical potions and charms book. It
was well-used, as was visible by the showing seams and rounded corners of
the cover. She supposed it was a book used for medi-witch and -wizard
training courses, and had bought it out of curiosity. She flipped through
the index, not anything useful. Duplexplicis wasn't mentioned, nor was
withdrawal, not that she expecting to find something so bold, anyway. But
she lucked out when she found a few simple potions that looked helpful in
aiding severe headaches. "Eye of newt, Fucusis berry shells, and honey."
Odd. She had the first two in her private stores, but had never thought of
adding honey to her collection.
Hermione stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of her robes and headed
towards the kitchens, hoping Dobby could help her out.
"That stupid bitch. I can't believe she did this to me," she heard Parvati whimper to the consoling coos of her best friend, Lavender. She avoided their presence in the corridor by taking a shortcut near the dungeons. She was hoping to find a passage that went straight to the kitchens that she had discovered during her house-elf activist days. She tried one of the many doors to no avail; the next only revealed an empty classroom with desks covered in cobwebs.
"Looking for something, Ms. Granger?"
She spun around. "It doesn't appear to be any of your business, Professor," she replied to the Potions master who had appeared out of nowhere.
A grin spread on his face, "I would almost get worried if you ever lost your feistiness, Miss Granger."
She stared at him for a moment, "Why did you do this to me?"
"Do what to you, may I ask?" he responded naively.
"Look at me!" she yelled, controlling her urge to stretch up on her tip toes and tighten her hands around his neck until he felt like she did. He stepped back, surprisingly affected by her raised voice, and glared at her. He swished his robes and stepped into the open doorway of his office. She stopped the closing door with her black shoe and pushed herself inside.
"Don't walk away from me, you twisted pervert. Look what you've done to me!" She whipped some of the cold sweat from her brow. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't concentrate. You did this on purpose, you wanted to ruin me!"
Snape stepped closer and looked down into her angry brown eyes. "As I see it, Miss Granger, you did it to yourself. I didn't force you to do anything, now did I? As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me, you horrid girl, for saving your life after that little stunt you pulled."
"Saving my life?" she spat and laughed at his audacity, "You want me to thank you for saving my life? You should have let me die."
"Don't be so dramatic, you unpleasant brat."
"Just tell me, why did you choose me? Or was it just me? Do you play the same games with Pansy Parkinson or Heather Bones or any other girl you came in contact with?"
Severus Snape wanted to be rid of her presence, but in her current state of mind, she might be a threat to their secret. Instead, he sat down behind his desk, allowing the silent authoritarian act to hopefully calm her down.
"I'm hardly a pervert, Miss Granger."
She leaned against the desk and got in his face, "Then why me? Why me of all people?"
"Since the second you walked through the gates of this school, you've been told you're the brightest witch in your time. That is hardly so." He sighed in disgust. "Between you and Potter, I've been perpetually sick for the past six and a half years. I've seen witches like you, cleverer ones, in fact. You're neither fantastic nor special; you're mediocre at best. I wanted to see how much it would take to break the "Brain of Hogwarts"- not very much, I see."
"I'm not going to give you the sick satisfaction of breaking me, you sadist. I'm still here, am I not?"
He nodded with his infamous smirk. "Very true," he said sarcastically, opening the drawer to his desk and pulling out a small vial filled with a blue powder and placing it on the desk between them, daring her to even look at it.
She paused. Hermione knew what he was doing. If she as much as looked at the vial, he would win. It would prove that she was under his thumb and despite her strongest efforts, would never move away from it.
"Put that away," she hissed.
"Why?" he asked mockingly, picking up the vial and twirling it with his long fingers, "Can't even take a peek?"
She wanted to growl or bark or do something equally primitive, but instead, her eyes fixed on the vial and the substance inside as it shifted with the motions of his hand. Oh god, in spite of her mind, her heart was jumping out of her chest at the sight of the substance and a cure to the burn in her brain. But she couldn't; it was just a game, and he was taunting her like a puppy.
"I see we're still fond of it, are we?" he cooed
She shot daggers with her eyes, "Put it away!"
"What's wrong, little one? If it's that bad, you can always leave." Yes. Of course she could leave, but by doing so she would give away any chance at getting just a little bit, just enough for a fix. Snape could see her defensive shell was cracking away, so for further amusement, he dabbed a small amount on the table in front of her, scooting it into thin lines with his nails.
"Care for a taste?" he asked.
She didn't respond. After a short silence, he stood up. "I tell you what, Miss Granger. I'm going to go fetch a pot of tea and perhaps give the two of you," he said, gesturing towards the powder, "some time to catch up."
Hermione knew that she should have left the second he turned his back and walked away into his quarters, but she couldn't bring herself to retreat. Instead, her body ignored her mind and her efforts to resist and inhaled the powder in one majestic sweep as it passed from her sinus cavities into her blood stream.
"Gods, yes," she mumbled as she floated back down to earth and into a chair with contracted pupils and a grin on her face. It wasn't too much, just enough to bring her back where she needed to be.
"I see you're feeling much better, now," a dark voice murmured as a finger traced along the nape of her neck. She opened her eyes and met the black that was Severus Snape. She nodded slowly. The initial surge still flooded her entire body, the last of it dwindling at her fingertips leaving a pleasant tingling sensation only to be replaced by that of fingers gently following the outline of her shoulders. A slight chill indicated the loss of an article of clothing. She leaned her head back against the chair and opened her eyes to see a head of black hair concentrating on her left breast, carefully teasing the nipple with his tongue. "Do you like that?" he asked, looking up into her glazed eyes.
She nodded.
"Good," he replied, continuing with the opposite breast. Hermione's body was extremely sensitive to his touch and she felt as if she could trace the nerves sending the tingling sensation from her nipple down her stomach to between her legs, causing her to squeeze them together in response. A hand slid under her robes against the thigh high stockings and landed on its target. He rubbed roughly, in small circles, giving special attention to that small spot that caused Hermione to push against his hand in need. She mumbled softly, biting her lip in a drug induced state as he pushed away the soft cotton of her panties, revealing his prize. Intoxicated by the smell, he inhaled deeply, and flicked his tongue over the bud of her clit causing her to jump slightly and moan deeply as she readjusted herself in the chair with her elbows against the wooden arms and her wool skirt pushed up around her waist, contrasting with the porcelain paleness of her thighs.
Snape continued licking with an occasional nibble that only excited her more. Her hips were no long under her control. They only responded to the movement of his lips and tongue with an eager thrust, begging for more. "Ohgodsyesrightthereohgod," she mumbled to herself as her body climbed the hill of an unbelievable orgasm but the last flick of the tongue that was required to grant her admission to the other side never happened.
"Not yet," he said seductively. She growled lightly in protest, her mind still under the influence of the Duplexplicis, making everything like an old movie or when you blink your eyes quickly. Everything occurred frame by frame, but it didn't register completely. Snape helped her up, her skirt to falling slightly as he took her place in the chair, naked from the waist down. He turned her around and allowed her to take her place on his lap; he didn't like to be faced. She leaned her head back and arched her back as she felt the initial contact of sensitive flesh on flesh. With his hands on her hips, he was in control of her movements just like he was in control of her.
"That stupid bitch. I can't believe she did this to me," she heard Parvati whimper to the consoling coos of her best friend, Lavender. She avoided their presence in the corridor by taking a shortcut near the dungeons. She was hoping to find a passage that went straight to the kitchens that she had discovered during her house-elf activist days. She tried one of the many doors to no avail; the next only revealed an empty classroom with desks covered in cobwebs.
"Looking for something, Ms. Granger?"
She spun around. "It doesn't appear to be any of your business, Professor," she replied to the Potions master who had appeared out of nowhere.
A grin spread on his face, "I would almost get worried if you ever lost your feistiness, Miss Granger."
She stared at him for a moment, "Why did you do this to me?"
"Do what to you, may I ask?" he responded naively.
"Look at me!" she yelled, controlling her urge to stretch up on her tip toes and tighten her hands around his neck until he felt like she did. He stepped back, surprisingly affected by her raised voice, and glared at her. He swished his robes and stepped into the open doorway of his office. She stopped the closing door with her black shoe and pushed herself inside.
"Don't walk away from me, you twisted pervert. Look what you've done to me!" She whipped some of the cold sweat from her brow. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't concentrate. You did this on purpose, you wanted to ruin me!"
Snape stepped closer and looked down into her angry brown eyes. "As I see it, Miss Granger, you did it to yourself. I didn't force you to do anything, now did I? As a matter of fact, you should be thanking me, you horrid girl, for saving your life after that little stunt you pulled."
"Saving my life?" she spat and laughed at his audacity, "You want me to thank you for saving my life? You should have let me die."
"Don't be so dramatic, you unpleasant brat."
"Just tell me, why did you choose me? Or was it just me? Do you play the same games with Pansy Parkinson or Heather Bones or any other girl you came in contact with?"
Severus Snape wanted to be rid of her presence, but in her current state of mind, she might be a threat to their secret. Instead, he sat down behind his desk, allowing the silent authoritarian act to hopefully calm her down.
"I'm hardly a pervert, Miss Granger."
She leaned against the desk and got in his face, "Then why me? Why me of all people?"
"Since the second you walked through the gates of this school, you've been told you're the brightest witch in your time. That is hardly so." He sighed in disgust. "Between you and Potter, I've been perpetually sick for the past six and a half years. I've seen witches like you, cleverer ones, in fact. You're neither fantastic nor special; you're mediocre at best. I wanted to see how much it would take to break the "Brain of Hogwarts"- not very much, I see."
"I'm not going to give you the sick satisfaction of breaking me, you sadist. I'm still here, am I not?"
He nodded with his infamous smirk. "Very true," he said sarcastically, opening the drawer to his desk and pulling out a small vial filled with a blue powder and placing it on the desk between them, daring her to even look at it.
She paused. Hermione knew what he was doing. If she as much as looked at the vial, he would win. It would prove that she was under his thumb and despite her strongest efforts, would never move away from it.
"Put that away," she hissed.
"Why?" he asked mockingly, picking up the vial and twirling it with his long fingers, "Can't even take a peek?"
She wanted to growl or bark or do something equally primitive, but instead, her eyes fixed on the vial and the substance inside as it shifted with the motions of his hand. Oh god, in spite of her mind, her heart was jumping out of her chest at the sight of the substance and a cure to the burn in her brain. But she couldn't; it was just a game, and he was taunting her like a puppy.
"I see we're still fond of it, are we?" he cooed
She shot daggers with her eyes, "Put it away!"
"What's wrong, little one? If it's that bad, you can always leave." Yes. Of course she could leave, but by doing so she would give away any chance at getting just a little bit, just enough for a fix. Snape could see her defensive shell was cracking away, so for further amusement, he dabbed a small amount on the table in front of her, scooting it into thin lines with his nails.
"Care for a taste?" he asked.
She didn't respond. After a short silence, he stood up. "I tell you what, Miss Granger. I'm going to go fetch a pot of tea and perhaps give the two of you," he said, gesturing towards the powder, "some time to catch up."
Hermione knew that she should have left the second he turned his back and walked away into his quarters, but she couldn't bring herself to retreat. Instead, her body ignored her mind and her efforts to resist and inhaled the powder in one majestic sweep as it passed from her sinus cavities into her blood stream.
"Gods, yes," she mumbled as she floated back down to earth and into a chair with contracted pupils and a grin on her face. It wasn't too much, just enough to bring her back where she needed to be.
"I see you're feeling much better, now," a dark voice murmured as a finger traced along the nape of her neck. She opened her eyes and met the black that was Severus Snape. She nodded slowly. The initial surge still flooded her entire body, the last of it dwindling at her fingertips leaving a pleasant tingling sensation only to be replaced by that of fingers gently following the outline of her shoulders. A slight chill indicated the loss of an article of clothing. She leaned her head back against the chair and opened her eyes to see a head of black hair concentrating on her left breast, carefully teasing the nipple with his tongue. "Do you like that?" he asked, looking up into her glazed eyes.
She nodded.
"Good," he replied, continuing with the opposite breast. Hermione's body was extremely sensitive to his touch and she felt as if she could trace the nerves sending the tingling sensation from her nipple down her stomach to between her legs, causing her to squeeze them together in response. A hand slid under her robes against the thigh high stockings and landed on its target. He rubbed roughly, in small circles, giving special attention to that small spot that caused Hermione to push against his hand in need. She mumbled softly, biting her lip in a drug induced state as he pushed away the soft cotton of her panties, revealing his prize. Intoxicated by the smell, he inhaled deeply, and flicked his tongue over the bud of her clit causing her to jump slightly and moan deeply as she readjusted herself in the chair with her elbows against the wooden arms and her wool skirt pushed up around her waist, contrasting with the porcelain paleness of her thighs.
Snape continued licking with an occasional nibble that only excited her more. Her hips were no long under her control. They only responded to the movement of his lips and tongue with an eager thrust, begging for more. "Ohgodsyesrightthereohgod," she mumbled to herself as her body climbed the hill of an unbelievable orgasm but the last flick of the tongue that was required to grant her admission to the other side never happened.
"Not yet," he said seductively. She growled lightly in protest, her mind still under the influence of the Duplexplicis, making everything like an old movie or when you blink your eyes quickly. Everything occurred frame by frame, but it didn't register completely. Snape helped her up, her skirt to falling slightly as he took her place in the chair, naked from the waist down. He turned her around and allowed her to take her place on his lap; he didn't like to be faced. She leaned her head back and arched her back as she felt the initial contact of sensitive flesh on flesh. With his hands on her hips, he was in control of her movements just like he was in control of her.