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Breakfast the next day was unusually quiet. "Is something wrong?" he had asked her with a blank expression but she had just shrugged her shoulders and excused herself.
During lunch, Harry and Ron tried to talk to her but she just glared at them. After all, it was completely their fault. The rest of the day went by without any complications and at eight she stood again before the Potions room.
As soon as she entered, Severus pointed towards some packets. "Those have just arrived. You need to unpack them and to arrange them in the cupboards."
She nodded and pulled her robe off. This time she was fully dressed. There was no way that she would make the same mistake twice. Together, they worked in silence; two hours later Hermione was finished. She went to his desk and waited until he looked up before she spoke to him.
"I am finished, Professor."
Severus looked up and leaned back in his chair. "Good. Detention is over and I think you won't do it again."
She nodded and turned around.
"I didn't give you the permission to leave, did I, Miss Granger?"
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Miss Granger? She turned around and studied him. He didn't smile or smirk. He looked really serious. "I am sorry, Professor."
"Sorry won't do, Miss Granger. Come here!" he demanded. She obeyed. Standing before him, she wondered what he was up to. "You have been a naughty little girl, Miss Granger!"
Although she could hear the playfulness in his voice, she decided to ignore it. The man must be nuts! She had made a complete fool out of herself yesterday and NOW he wanted to play his little detention game? Now?
"I don't know what you mean, sir!"
Her voice had an icy touch. He smirked at her. "I think you do, Miss Granger!" Severus snapped his fingers and she felt her robes disappear. "Don't think that I didn't notice your efforts to seduce me."
Her eyes widened as he leaned forwards to let his hands travel over the soft skin of her legs until they reached her knickers. He slowly pulled them down.
"I have done no such thing, sir!"
"Oh I think you have! And I believe a little punishment is in order, Miss Granger!"
Her eyes went wide. Punishment? No one had said anything about punishment. He wouldn't hurt her, would he? Before she could react to his words, he had cleared his desk and placed her on it. He waved his wand and the rest of her clothing disappeared. Her desire was growing with every move he made. Who would have thought that this could be such a turn on?
"Professor! What are you doing? I am your student. Please let me go!" she pleaded, trying to stay in character.
He ignored her and turned her around so that she was suddenly lying on her belly. His hands wandered all over her body while he whispered dirty nonsense in her ear. Hermione was, all to soon, trembling in anticipation. His skillful fingers started to caress her clit again and she moaned deeply.
"You like that, Miss Granger?"
God help her. Every time he spoke her maiden name in his silky voice her desire nearly pushed her over the edge. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?" She bit her lips.
"Yes, sir!" she hissed.
Severus smiled but she couldn't see it. He had never played this game before, not with a real student anyway, and he was turned on beyond description. "You really are a naughty girl, Miss Granger. I believe you need more punishment!"
"Ohh…yes, please, sir…"
Severus smirked. He liked her so helpless and needy. "Please what, Miss Granger?" He held his hard cock in his hand and let the tip, ever so lightly touch her most sensitive places.
She wriggled beneath him but he ignored it. Still continuing his quiet attack. "Please…oh please…" Hermione had never been so stimulated before. His movements were driving her crazy but every time she felt near her release, he would let go of her and start all over. The fact that she was lying naked, with the upper part of her body on his wooden desk while he stood fully clothed behind her didn't really help, either.
"Say it!" Severus demanded squeezing her ass.
She shook her head. He bent down and bit her neck. Moaning deeply, Hermione finally gave up. "Fuck me! Oh please, Professor, fuck me!"
Without hesitation, he thrust in her with a deep stroke; Hermione cried out as she felt him filling her completely. There was no gentleness in his movements but she didn't mind. She needed this as much as he did.
"Please, harder!"
His movements were almost frantic now and she went screaming over the edge as he slipped one hand between them and caressed her clit. She screamed his name as she finally reached her climax but he wasn't finished yet. Severus turned her swiftly around and put one of her legs over his shoulder. He continued to trust into her, bringing her once more to a sweet release before he finally allowed himself to follow.
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Ernestus was strolling around Snape Manor. Shortly after his brother's handfasting he had come back. His thirst for revenge was still increasing, nearly driving him crazy. He had asked his friend to inform him about what had happened. He didn't really know why since he had already asked his brother. He hadn't learned anything new. Ernestus continued to stroll through the hallways, finally passing the ancestors' gallery. He stopped by a picture of his father. Rubeus Snape. The dark man seemed to be glaring down at him.
"I will not fail. This time, father, I will not fail!" Ernestus vowed, whispering to the portrait.
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It was a few days before Christmas break and a few weeks after their detention game when Hermione discovered that something was wrong. Precisely, something was missing. Her period was missing. Normally she could tell exactly when she was going to have it. It should be her time, now. She was never late. Never!
"Oh my god!" Pregnant. Could it be? But they had used protection since the handfasting. Oh my… They had used protection every time except their little detention game. What would Severus say? What would her friends say, her family? What did she feel?
Hermione needed proof. She pulled on Muggle jeans and a jumper before she grabbed her cloak and her bag and Flooed out. After she arrived in Diagon Alley, she left the wizarding part of London and went to a Muggle pharmacy where she bought a pregnancy test.
Hermione then went to a little café and ordered tea before she went into the bathroom. Carefully, she read the instructions on the little white box before she followed them. A few minutes later, she held the proof in her hand. Pregnant! She was really pregnant. She returned to her seat and her waiting tea and sat down.
"What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself. She was a mere 18, yet. She hadn't even finished school. This marriage wasn't meant to last forever. It was just a farce, a farce with benefits. Thousands of thoughts were running through her head simultaneously.
She sipped her tea and let her mind wander. Some time later, the waitress came and Hermione paid the bill before she left the building. She wandered around London's streets, not ready to go back yet. Not ready to face Severus yet. She walked and walked until she noticed that it was dark. She looked at her watch and discovered that it was nearly ten. She hurried back to Diagon Alley and Flooed back to Hogwarts, still not sure what to feel or what to think. And moreover, not sure at all what she should tell her "husband".
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Severus was pacing the floor in his living room. Where the hell was she? When he had returned from his classes his quarters had been deserted. A note, which simply said, "I will be back" was placed on his desk but nothing else. No word of where she went or with whom. That had been over five hours ago! Where could she be? Severus had already talked with Potter but, as usual, the boy didn't have a clue.
"I'm going to wring her little neck when she comes back!" he said through clenched teeth. Then he heard someone using the Floo Network. Hermione appeared. She looked unhurt but tired.
"Where have you been?" His voice was hard and loud and Hermione flinched at his tone. "I demand to know what has gotten into you, you silly girl! Don't you know what dangers are waiting for someone like you outside of Hogwarts? What if a Death Eater had seen you and decided to keep you? I have enemies, for heaven's sake. And they would like nothing more than to weaken my position. Do you know what harm you could have done? To me? To the Order? Have you no brain at all?" In the end he was shouting at her. Gone was his calmness.
Tears started to well up in her eyes. The Order, his reputation, was that all he was thinking about? Didn't he care at all for her? Not even a little?"
She inhaled and swallowed. "Maybe that would be the end of our problems. You would be free of me and my problems would be solved. Your precious reputation would be unharmed and I would be free!" She started to walk past him but he grasped her shoulders.
"What is wrong?" His eyes stared questioningly into hers while she struggled under his grip.
"Let go of me!"
"No! Not before you tell me!"
"It is nothing. Let go," she said stubbornly while tears still flowed down her cheeks.
"I don't believe you."
"What a pity!" Before he knew what was happening she had raised her knee and hit him hard in his sensitive area. He hissed out as the pain overwhelmed him and loosened his grip on her. She took his arm and flipped him over her shoulder. The next thing he knew, he was lying with his back on the floor. "I am not as helpless as you may think!" she said before she left the room.
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That little brat, who did she think she was? Leaving him like this? His mood was worse than ever. If he had been mad at her before he was ready to kill her now. Cursing, he left the sanctuary of his rooms and searched for her.
The tracking spell he had cast had led him straight to the Astronomy Tower. He opened the door, ready to yell at her, when he noticed that she wasn't alone. His wife was crying her heart out in Potter's arms! Neither of them had noticed him so he quickly closed the door and cast an eavesdropping charm. Maybe the boy wonder could find out what was wrong.
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For a moment he heard nothing more than her heartrending sobs and Potter's calming voice. "Come on, Hermione whatever it is I'm sure it's not worth this amount of tears," he said while he stroked her hair but she cried even harder.
"Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome. So, do you want to tell Uncle Harry what's wrong?" he joked.
"No!"
"Come on, 'Mione, you'll feel better."
She sighed. "It's nothing, Harry. I just needed that."
"Look, Hermione. It's okay if you don't want to tell me but please don't lie, okay?"
She swallowed. "I'm sorry."
Harry waited patiently.
"I got some news today and I went to London. Anyway, when I got home late Severus began yelling at me. Severus Snape at his best! He kept rambling on about how much danger I brought to the Order, the mission, his reputation but not once did he speak of my safety." She started crying again. "He doesn't even like me, Harry. All he could think of was his damn Order, his reputation, his mission! He doesn't care. I'm just the girl he had to do the handfasting with because Voldemort wanted it. I seem to be good enough for Severus Snape's bed but for nothing more."
Harry continued to stroke her back. "It will be alright," he said, miserable. What was one supposed to say to something like this? "I'm sure he likes you, 'Mione."
She just snorted at that. "Maybe he likes my body and the sex we have but not me."
"Just eight more months until the handfasting will be over. Then you'll be free."
"Free? For what? I'll be the woman who was married to a Death Eater and couldn't even hold him! I'll be the one who could neither produce an heir nor satisfy the man enough to be married to him. Who will want me after this? What respectable wizard will have someone else's leftovers?"
Severus had heard enough. So that was it. She was afraid what would happen to her after the handfasting was over. She was afraid that no other man would want her after HE had touched her. He walked slowly back to the dungeons, all the time thinking about what she had said and thinking about the fact that he had once more been rejected. So she didn't want him. In truth it was her reputation she was worried about. Well she didn't need to worry any longer. He would never touch her again. They would live with each other for the remaining time and then he would never have to see her again!
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When Hermione returned to her quarters, she felt much better. Her talk with Harry had helped her to think over some things. She hadn't told him about the pregnancy. That was her secret, for a while at least. She noticed that Severus was already asleep but she decided not to wake him. She would apologize in the morning. Everything would be better now.
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