WARNINGS!
Non-consensual sex in this chapter. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"Excuse me, Professor, but whether I am or not is none of your concern."
She walked around him and made for the door when his hand wrapped around the fleshy part of her arm. She stopped. The look on his face had changed again from calm to completely livid as he pulled her back in front of him.
"I did not ask you that, Miss Granger. Now, answer my question, or prepare to be expelled."
"Y-You can't do that!"
"I can't, but the Headmaster can. Now, answer my question."
She felt defeated. She looked down at her shoes.
"Yes, Professor I am. Why?"
"Take off your robes. And do it now."
"Don't look so dumbfounded Miss Granger, do as I tell you."
She took off her robe, wondering what he was going to do next. She stood in front of him when she had threw her robe over the table she stood in front of.
"Now, take off your underwear."
She took in what he was saying, and began to sputter her response.
"I will not, you can't do this, this-this is rape!"
"Don't be silly, Miss Granger, we are simply trading potion's ingredients."
"I will not-"
"You will, and you will do so willingly, so, as I said before, remove your underwear. And hand me your wand."
She didn't know what to do. She couldn't outrun him, and she couldn't hex him either. If she went to Professor Dumbledore, she would be expelled for stealing. She pulled her knickers from under her skirt, and put them on top of her robes. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Don't cry you silly girl. Fine. We will trade ingredients. I will give you what you came to steal if you give me what I need. I will not inform the headmaster of your endeavors nor will you of mine. Now sit on the table."
Still crying she sat atop the table as he rummaged through his desk for an empty vial. Coming over to where she sat, he stood in front of her, muttering a spell that had positioned the vial directly under her. He slowly unbuttoned the front of his hooded cloak, and then unbuttoned his teaching robes underneath, revealing just his underwear. Hermione didn't dare look down, instead she turned her head to the left of where she sat, staring at the yellow liquids next to her. She heard him snap the band of his underwear, no doubt pulling himself from the binding material. She jumped when she felt him lift her pleated skirt, and exposed her to the cold dungeon air. He tugged under her bottom, and lifted her hips against his pushing her back onto the cold table. She started crying when she felt the tip of his penis touch her opening. She wanted to scream that she'd changed her mind, but it was either this or being expelled or betrothed, so she held her breath.
With no warning, he pushed into her with such a force that she brought her hands against his waist to make him stop. She couldn't adjust to this, it hurt that much. He pulled her hands down onto the table and continued to push into her. She had her eyes squeezed shut and her lip bled after she bit down on it. He continued with his ministrations, collecting the blood in the vial directly beneath where they were joined. It went on like that for ten minutes, his sporadic movements and knee jerk strokes had her pressing her hands against his chest in an effort for him to stop, but he didn't. As he approached what she assumed climax, he slumped above her, and pulled himself out of her. She pulled her knees together, and held her stomach, trying her best not to cry aloud. When she looked up, he stood above her with the vial of what she had come for. He put it down next to her on the table, and told her to sit up.
"Drink this, Miss Granger, it will ensure that you aren't...affected by this."
She smelled the liquid, contraceptives no doubt. She drunk it, wiped her face, took her wand from the Professor and silently dressed. Limping to the door, she unlocked it and all but awkwardly ran back to her dormitory.
He felt horrible. He hadn't been able to gather his supplies from his supplier, due to the lack of virgins these days, he needed to get the virgin's blood as soon as possible to ensure that he would be able to brew the Vidas Secas potion. The ministry had sent him a second notice, telling him of his deadline,. His brother had died during the war earlier that summer, leaving him the last remaining heir of the Snape family, which meant the ministry thought he needed to produce a child as quickly as possible. His only solution was brewing the Vidas Secas potion, well the counterpart for the normally female potion.
He had returned from the short meeting and had decided to begin grading most of the essays he had demanded from his fifth year students. When he saw her, by his shelves pouring the ingredient into the vial, he had hid in the shadows. At the time, he had no intention of getting his ingredient from her, until he recognized the chance he had. After she admitted her innocence and getting her to agree, he had taken what he needed. He felt horrible, yes, but he wouldn't have to marry some incompetent fool of a wife and bare her children.
The potion itself would take almost three weeks to brew, which was exactly when his time ran out, it worked out perfectly actually. He had to do what he had to do to ensure he would be as happy as he could be. He was indeed a Slytherin.
"Mione, you look kind of, sick. Everything okay?"
"Ron, my name isn't Mione. I already have enough people mispronouncing my name, don't give anyone another reason to call me something I won't answer to. And I'm fine."
"Well...Ginny said you've been throwing up a lot lately. Are you sure you don't want to go to see the nurse?"
"Will it make you leave me alone?"
"Yes."
"Fine then."
She stood up, and walked to the nurse, waiting for her to make her diagnoses. Hermione assumed it was just the flu, something most students caught that time of the year.
"Congratulations Miss Granger."
"Huh?"
"You're with child, congratulations. I am sure you are very excited."
"That's impossible Madame Pomfrey, I used a contraceptive potion."
"Are you sure?"
"I am positive I drank it myself!"
"Hmmm, wait here for a moment."
As she slipped into her office Hermione started to hyperventilate. The day she lost her virginity she had ran back to Gryffindor tower and scrubbed her skin raw and cried for the next two hours in her room. After coming to her senses, she had began brewing the Vidas Secas potion in the girls lavatory. She only had five more days before it was completed. She wanted to cry.
"Miss Granger, it appears you are immune to contraceptive potions and charms."
She hadn't noticed the mediwitch performing another diagnostic charm on her, but she couldn't believe what she had heard.
"I believe the last case I saw this kind of reaction was Molly Weasley. Fortunately, I did some research and introduced them to muggle condoms. Unfortunately, they did not use them. Shall I assume you want to abort the baby?"
"I can't..."
"Beliefs?"
"No, I can't. The Ministry of magic catalog all abortions made, magical or muggle. If they find out I got pregnant, I'll be arrested for disobeying the law."
"I see. Well I suggest you tell your beau soon, the ceremony can commence."
All she could do is cry.
A/N: Next chapter, Hermione tells Snape! Please read and review. And if you want to flame my story, please be brave enough to leave a pen name.