A/N: This gets a bit intense so...I'm sorry for any that might be offended. Thanks again for all the reviews. I love reading them all. Thanks too everyone still finding my story and adding me to their alerts or Faves. Take Care all

Oh, someone asked me why doesn't Hermione just ask for a bogart to scare the living hell out of him. Well the answer to that is I don't think Snape fears much. I think he fears and hates being alone and discarded without a second thought, but I think he fears the Dark Lord more. Dead or not.

I didn't want to bring back Voldemort in any way shape or form. Even in a bogart. Remember Harry brought a Dementor out during the bogart lesson in Third year and it was still powerful, so imagine if they brought back Voldemort, even from a bogart, he would be very powerful. I just didn't want to deal with that at all. Plus it's Snape so in theory he would quickly be able to deal with a bogart then it would be a short revenge. So that's why no bogart.

Also someone said I needed to add some lemons to this chapter. What is a lemon? I highly doubt they mean that the character's need sour looking faces. Anyone?

Enjoy the revenge.

Chapter 17

She hadn't moved from her spot, she stayed where she was watching him. She saw him frowning at her, though she couldn't read his eyes in the darkness. He cocked his head while he stared at her, but she knew she had her walls in place and hoped he couldn't see past them.

Finally he moved towards the chair, watching her closely, a frown still on his lips as his eyes narrowed just a bit. He sat down, not saying a word, just watching her as she watched him back.

She flicked her wrist. "Incarcerous." Soft, almost silky ropes shot out from the chair and tied his wrists to the back of chair behind him, binding him to the chair around his ankles as well. They were firm but wouldn't burn or mark his skin. She saw he didn't move, nor did his face show a hint of anything. His blank, almost indifferent mask firmly in place.

She flicked her wrist again, bringing the lights up just enough so he could see all the different devices on the walls. She saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes but that was all.

She walked over to him, slowly, almost as if she was stalking him. Her steps even and precise. When she reached him, she trailed a finger across his shoulders as she walked around him. Circling his chair.

"Severus, do you have any idea why your here?" Her voice soft, and husky.

He cocked his head just a bit again, staring at her. She felt the soft whisper of his probing, again so faint that if she hadn't been looking for it she would have missed it. With a smile she let the a thought slip thru. Now now, no peeking. She saw his eyes widen just a fraction in surprise as he inhaled sharply and her smile grew slightly.

"You have been very...naughty. You have been reading my thoughts without my knowledge." She saw something flicker in his eyes, something she couldn't read.

"I had forgotten your talent at Legilimency. What with the war and so many other things going on it just totally slipped my mind. Until yesterday."

Severus opened his mouth, ready to explain. "Hermione I was..." She put up her hand, stopping him.

She smiled. "Not yet. You'll have a chance to speak, but I want to let you know what all I've discovered. I've been quite upset over it all."

His mouth closed, but she saw flash of annoyance in his eyes. She went on, walking around him again. "I was reminded of your skills, which got me thinking about all the things that had filtered into my head this year. I realized that you had seen probably all my thoughts about you before my exam in your class, am I right?"

She paused to look at him, seeing him nod she went on. "I was upset to learn this, I'll be honest. No one likes their innermost thoughts known. How far in did you go I wonder? Did you delve deep into my mind? Find out all my secrets? Flip thru my memories like random photos in an album?"

Her eyes flashed with anger as she looked at him. This was what bothered her the most about the whole thing. She had things she didn't like to remember. Things about the war, about her torture by Bellatrix, the way her parents had treated her after she restored their memories. Her doubts in herself and fears of losing her friends if they saw how much she had changed, saw how much of an empty shell she felt like at times. She didn't want others to know of these things either.

He saw her anger and understood now. "I never went beyond surface thoughts. You would have known had I delved deeper. You would have seen what I saw in your mind. Surface thoughts are easy, you can get inside to see them without the person knowing generally. I wouldn't have delved deeper without your permission." He hoped she understood and believed him.

She stared at him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, wondering if he was being honest. Then she remembered Harry telling her that he saw the thoughts and memories Severus had dug thru when he was teaching him to block his mind.

She nodded, her anger fading a bit. "The dreams? Why did you place a spell on me? How did you even do it without me knowing?"

He sighed. "That wasn't all that bright, I'll admit it. You were driving me crazy and didn't even know it. Sure I peeked into your thoughts and saw what you were thinking about me, but your very presence was making me go mad. I wanted you to go a bit crazy too. I never forced you to do anything in those dreams. You did it all of your own free will."

She smirked. That was true. Her anger fading a bit more. "I know that Severus. I know I wasn't forced in those dreams, I enjoyed them too. But how did you even place the spell?"

"You were tired, almost asleep on your feet and so you didn't notice me place it." His black eyes were piercing hers as they always did when he met her eyes, making her falter just a bit as she tried to keep her walls up still.

She stepped away from him to get control back again, noticing his eyes dropping down to the floor. "The projections?"

His eyes flew to hers. "How do you know about me projecting any thoughts? Very few ever knew I could, most, if not all of them, are dead now."

She smirked again. "Dumbledore knew. He told Harry, Harry told Ginny, Ginny told me. In fact Ginny is who reminded me about your interesting skills."

He scowled. Damn Potter and his damn Weaslette. "Okay, so you know about that too. Would it help if I said I was sorry?" His eyes still staring into hers.

She stood, tapping her finger to her chin as she thought about it. Hearing him growl in annoyance she smiled again. "It might. Why would you even do any of it to begin with?"

He sighed again. "I overheard you and Ms. Weasley talking her first night back in the halls." Seeing Hermione frown he went on. "I heard her comment about me and it made me listen more. I couldn't help myself, I was curious."

"So you heard the whole conversation that night?" She asked.

"That one and the one you two had in the library when I found you out past curfew." No point in lying about it now. He thought.

"You heard that one too?" She asked, feeling her cheeks start to heat in embarrassment as she remembered all that was said that night.

"Yes. So I started to scan your thoughts. To be honest I was shocked at what I found. I never thought you really did think of me that way. Once I started I couldn't help but look more. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to just throw you onto my desk and have my way with you? Especially when you were in detention? Those thoughts were driving me crazy. I wanted you but couldn't touch you, that's why I had you come to me in my dreams. It was the only way for me to have any part of you at the time since you were still my student." His said, his eyes fierce and full of heat.

She swallowed. Her anger gone completely. She understood now. He hadn't done it to be mean or cruel or even to use her. He did it because he wanted her. Wanted her like she had wanted him. She smiled softly, now for the fun part.

"Okay." She saw him relax in the chair at her words. "Now for your punishment." She saw him tense just a bit.

She flicked her wand. " Obscuro." A blindfold quickly covered his eyes, making him tense even more. She smirked, and flicked her wand again. His clothes were gone, all but his black silk boxers.

He sat there blind to what she was doing, but he knew he was almost naked and wasn't sure if he should worry yet. He decided to wait before he did anything. Part of him curious still.

She walked around, circling him again as she removed her robes. Her heels clicking on the stone floor as with each step. "So what do you think it should be? Your punishment. The room provided me with with so many choices. Did you see them?"

He didn't speak, only nodded. He had seen all the different devices. The ropes, the whips, the knives, everything. Still waiting to see what she did. He had suffered a great deal thru the Dark Lord. This slip of a girl wouldn't break him. He still didn't quite believe she would do anything all that painful to him anyway. Maybe a little pain, but nothing compared to his tortures in the past.

She let her fingers glide softly over his shoulders as she slowly circled him once again. "Should I chain you up and make you hang on the tips of your toes for a few hours? Until your limbs are exhausted and screaming for a break? Or maybe I should I whip you." She felt him twitch. "There is an interesting looking one with lots of strips and tiny silver balls at the end. I never knew there were so many different types of whips."

He breathed deeply before he spoke. "I know there are, I've felt just about all of them before." His body shivering just a little at the memories.

She paused, her eyes raking over him, taking in the scars she didn't even see anymore. How could she have forgotten? Damn, she wouldn't really hurt him. But she noticed the stiff set of his body, the slight tremor running thru him.

She quickly straddled him, sitting on his lap and removing the blindfold from his eyes. Her hands cupping his face as his eyes focused again on her. "I wouldn't really hurt you. I hope you know that." Her hands gentle on his skin.

He took in her concerned look, her walls gone, letting him see she was very upset with herself for her game. He saw that she really wouldn't ever hurt him on purpose and relaxed fully. "I know Mione. I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't trust you."

She smiled softly at him. "I was angry at you for invading my thoughts and dreams, and I just wanted to make you squirm just a bit. I'm sorry Severus. This was a bad idea."

His eyes raked over her body, wrapped in his Christmas present. He didn't know how she got it from his rooms, but he was glad she had. She was stunning in the emerald green and silver negligee. "Maybe not a completely bad idea." He said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile.

She smirked at him. "This was the punishment I had in mind for you."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "How on earth is you wearing that punishment?"

She smiled standing up and away from him. "Maybe I would let you look and that's all."

He frowned at her. She laughed and moved towards him again. Sliding her hand up his chest slowly. "Maybe I would touch you and not let you touch me."

She reached up and skimmed her lips up his neck, nipping certain spots along the way. She heard him growl and smirked again. Running her hands all over his body, straddling him once again to fully reach his back and shoulders. Her mouth finding his lips but not giving him the kiss he really wanted.

Just soft brushes of her lips against his, while she continued to stroke her hands all over him. She felt his reaction to her, felt him growing underneath her. She knew he wanted her, but she was having fun just teasing him.

He tried to lean into her to capture her lips, but she leaned back just enough that he couldn't reach her. This was the punishment she meant for him. So far it wasn't too bad, but he knew it could get worse if she wanted it too.

She finally let her lips fully touch his, let her tongue glide with his softly, but he wanted more and she knew it. When he tried to take more she pulled away again. With his hands stuck to the chair, he couldn't do as he pleased and she knew that too.

She pulled completely away from him, making his eyes narrow at her. She smirked before coming back to run her tongue over his chest. Making him groan, as she grazed his nipple, taking a small nip at the tiny pebble before laving it again with her tongue.

She grabbed her wand as she moved down his body, flicking her wrist and making his boxers disappear. Her lace covered breasts brushing against him as she slid back up, placing kisses all along his chest.

She finally kissed him like he wanted, her tongue warring with his. His fingers itched to be free to touch her, but this is how she wanted him. She wanted him to go crazy while she held the reins of control.

Pulling away from his lips as he groaned at the loss, she stood kicking off her green heels, placing her foot on the chair between his legs and slowly rolling down the silver stockings on one foot, before switching to the other foot placed just like the first. His mouth watering at the sight of her little strip tease, his eyes taking in every single movement Slowly she slid one strap down her shoulder, then the other, turning her back to him as she slid the green and silver lace down her delicious body. Bending down to slide it down fully before stepping out of it and kicking it away.

His hangs tugged at the ropes on their own, as she turned, one arm and hand covering her breasts, the other hand covering her folds. Her eyes locked on his and she gave him a sexy smile, sliding both hand away slowly.

She came back to him, straddling him again in the chair, careful not to let him penetrate her yet. She kissed him again, letting her breasts rub against his chest. Pulling away from his lips and leaning back just enough that he could latch onto one perfect pink nipple, making her moan out in pleasure.

She stood, letting him fully reach her breasts as he kissed and laved them with his tongue. Her silver pendant he gave her all she now wore, hanging down in the valley between her breasts. He latched on to the second nipple to suck at it, nipping it just a little making her gasp. Her hands coming up to dive into his hair as he let his tongue glide around. He wanted to touch her so bad, but she still wouldn't let him.

She was right this was punishment for him. He liked being in control and she wasn't letting him have any. She called the shots, she let him kiss her when she wanted, let him lave at her breasts when she wanted, she pulled away when she wanted.

She kissed him again, hearing him groan, knowing she was driving him crazy. Pulling away from his lips once again, she ran her hands down his chest, her lips following the same path. Her tongue trailing down his abdomen, flicking at his navel before coming to a very swollen part of him.

With a small smirk up at him, she let her tongue glide from the base of his shaft to the tip in a single slow lick, making him inhale sharply. Her tongue swirling around him several times, making him groan. When her mouth closed over him, he gasped. Her warm tongue gliding over him, his hands straining at the ropes to touch her. He want to grab onto her hair, and help guide her movements on him. His hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly with each stroke of her wet mouth.

He didn't know how much more torture he could take. He wanted to be buried inside her already. A groan escaped his lips as she continued to move her mouth over him.

Feeling him tensing, she knew he was close, so she slowly let him slip out of her mouth and stood up. She wasn't ready to let him find his release yet. This was supposed to be her revenge after all. Seeing him strain at the ropes she smirked at him again. Straddling him slowly, careful not to let him inside her yet. She met his lips with her own, letting him kiss her passionately.

Her own desires flowing thru her at how excited she was able to make him, her own center throbbing for release. Shifting just a bit, she took him into her hand and slowly sank down on him, pulling another groan from him. But she didn't move.

She felt him straining, wanting her to move, but she held still. Her lips still crushed to his, her tongue still swirling with his. He tried to move his hips, but with his ties and her legs clamped against his side,he couldn't really move. She pulled her mouth from his, seeing the raw desire in his eyes.

"Do you feel punished enough yet?" She asked, slowly moving on him now. Sliding up agonizingly slow, clenching her muscles around him tightly as she moved up. Then sliding back down just as slowly letting her muscles relax around him.

He groaned again at her movements. "Mione, please." His voice harsh, his eyes closed against the pleasure of her on him, the torture of her slowly movements.

She smiled at him, keeping her movement slow on him, feeling him tug at his restraints. "Please what? Do you want me to stop?" She halted her hips on him even though her own body was begging for release too.

A growl escaping him as his black eyes opened and pierced hers. "No, please don't stop. I need you to move. Let me free, I want to touch you." The cords in his neck straining with his fight to keep some control over himself.

She moved on him again, keeping it slow, but upping her pace slightly. "I don't know if I should let you free yet." She grounded against him in a deep thrust. Making her moan as he grunted harshly at the pleasure. She might be torturing him, but she was torturing herself too.

"Mione, if you don't stop this and let me loose, I can't be held responsible for my actions." His eyes pressed tightly closed as his need clawed at him. His hands closed in tight fists as he fought the urges inside him.

She smirked. "You're tied up and wandless. What could you possibly do?" She ground against him again. Her challenge hanging in the air and making his tight but slippery grasp on his control snap.

His eyes flew open, the fire in them blazing, making her gasp and clench even tighter around him at seeing the intensity of them. His mouth whispered something she didn't hear, then his hands were loose, flexing to get the blood back in them.

She gasped again as she realized he was free, hands and ankles. He didn't give her a chance to say a word before his hands were on her and digging into her hips, forcing her to move on him. Slamming her down hard on him as his hip came up to crash hard into her. She cried out at his movements. His thrusts hard and deep as he pumped into her while slamming her body down on him again and again.

Her head fell back as she cried out with each thrust. Her arms wrapped around him, to keep her grounded as he sent her body crashing into her first peak. His hands rough on her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh leaving bruises in their wake. Though neither one noticed since they were too wrapped up in each other and their own pleasures.

Not happy with how they were positioned, he pushed off the chair, making her fall with him to the floor. Expecting the hard stone floor to hit her, she braced, her eyes shut tightly and her fingers digging into his shoulder in mild fear, only to land on a very large soft cushion.

What? She hadn't placed that there. She thought as her eyes popped open again in confusion.

His body pounded into her. Not giving her a chance to recover from her first peak or even figure out where the soft cushion came from. Feeling the second wave building, she dug her nails into him. But he grabbed her arms from around him, holding them over her head, and with another whisper she found them bound to the cushion under her. Somehow it seem the ropes were coming directly from cushion. That was the only explanation since it was impossible to tie the rope to anything on the cushion itself.

How was he doing this? He didn't have his wand. Hers was on the floor, kicked away when he dropped them to the cushion that somehow was here now, where it hadn't been before. He had to have done it, but how?

With her hands tied, she couldn't do anything but take what he gave her. Oh and what he gave her was making her scream. Her body arching as he moved in her harder and harder with each deep thrust. Her thoughts scattered as she was unable to focus on anything but him and the delicious things he was doing to her body.

With another whisper, this time harsher, she had just a little bit of slack in her ties surrounding her wrists, extra length in the rope that let her move her hands back down just a bit. But before she could even think of moving, he had her flipped onto her belly and up on her knees. Plunging inside her quivering heat, as he rode her hard and fast. His hands pulling her hips against him as he slammed into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust. She couldn't catch her breath with all her pants and cries. Not only was he hitting her cervix he was hitting her sweet spot along the way.

She didn't even realize she was free of her bindings completely as he sat back on his heels, pulling her up with him while still thrusting into her. Resting on the back on his legs, he moved her hips over him as his other arm was wrapped around her body, hugging her to him as they moved together. Her pendant inside his hand that was pressed flat between her breasts. Her hands on his hips, holding him tighter against her as her back brushed against his chest with each delightful stroke.

She screamed his name again, lights dancing across her eyes as she felt him tensing his hold on her. His breaths harsh in her ear, his own groans of pleasure turning her on even more. Her name a whisper over and over again as he was nearing his own release.

He suddenly flipped her again onto her back, bringing her legs onto his shoulders. She wasn't even sure if he pulled out of her as he did so either. His hands at her hips again, holding her tightly to him as he lifted her to meet each hard thrust he gave her. Burying himself to the hilt with each thrust, brushing her sweet spot again.

She was feeling another one building in her, gasping as it grew in intensity. When it hit, she screamed her release and felt her vision blur, darkness creeping around the edges as her vision started to fade. He gave a final thrust shouting her name before collapsing on her.

Both panting, both clinging to the other. The colors were still flashing across her closed eyes, opening them she saw her vision coming back slowly, her body still shuddering from her many releases. Her walls completely down to him, only he was too tired to do anything other than hold her.

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A/N: Okay I don't know about any one else, but I either need a long cold shower, or I need to go attack my husband. Take Care, More coming soon.