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Gift to the Potions Master by catkasimir
Chapter 2
Hermione was warm. She was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, nicely seated in one of the wing chairs in front of the fire, her favourite transfiguration book resting on her lap. She was cozy and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself...which blanket, actually?
That was when she opened her eyes and realized that she was lying in a bed. She was warm and cozy and there was a mold next to her in the mattress. Then she remembered it was not her bed she was lying in, but that bed: Snape´s bed.
A feeling of sickness overtook her. Where was he? Was he near? When he came back, would he want more? How could she avoid him? She could not flee, she could not defend herself, she was at his mercy. It was a most despairing thought to wake up to.
She felt aching and, "Oh my God...sticky."
It was only natural, thinking of what they had done the night before, and top of the list right now was getting his smell off her skin. So she pulled herself up for a soak in the tub she had detested yesterday. On the vanity table in the bath she found a vial filled with something suspiciously deep blue. A piece of parchment next to it said,
"This is a real healing potion, Hermione. When you are in the living room, just call out loud what you want to eat and the elves will bring it to you. Since I plan to see more of your obedience upon my return in the evening...",
Hermione fumed,
"...I decided to revoke the bann on the books. Entertain yourself while I am absent, just keep away from the top shelf. I will know if you do not. Prepare yourself for my return this late afternoon.
SS"
Tears welled up in Hermione´s eyes again, but she wished them away, deciding that she had cried often enough. She soaked in the tub and after she had towelled, looked around for her dress. It was not where she had left it. She tried to open the doors of the wardrobe, but they did not move. It was like a déjà vue of the incident with the door of the living room. The search continued, but turned out to be fruitless. There was not a single scrap of clothing in the entire flat.
She just felt uncomfortable, being totally starkers, so she tried to wrap herself in one of the towels, but it was too short to even cover her bottom. Then she took a linen off the bed and wrapped that around her body, several times and then over her shoulder, a lot like a sari. There, she was covered from neck to knee and finally comfortable.
Returning to the living room, she called out for tea and instantly a house elf appeared and provided a pot with a steaming dark brew.
"Does Missy want anything else?", the elf inquired.
"No, thank you."
"Master said you must not forget to eat. What can we bring for you to eat?"
"Thank you, but I do not want anything", Hermione was losing her patience.
"But Master wants us to bring you food. Please choose, Missy, please?", the elf´s eyes were wide as saucers.
Hermione pittied the poor creature. It would not do to anger Snape and make him act cruely on the poor things, would it? So she gave in.
"Okay, then please bring me a plate of sandwiches again, will you?"
"Oh, Missy liked the sandwiches then, did she not?", the elf´s eyes seemed to shine.
"Yes, they were good and I´d like to have them again.", Hermione was glad to see the elf happy.
"Sure, Missy. Just a moment." With a pop the elf disappeared.
A few moments later, as Hermione had settled into the armchair near the fire and had poured herself tea, the elf returned with another elf in tow and a loaden sandwich plater large enough for eight people. Hermione thanked the elves though and asked for their names. Momo was the male´s name and his wife´s was Mimi. They were master Snape´s personal elves, serving him for nearly fifteen years now, she found out.
Hermione also enquired about her dress, but Momo said they had not been given any orders concerning her clothing. Master Snape had not told them to give her any, so they better not gave some.
The elf told her to call out to them, should she need anything to eat or drink, and they would tend to her immediately. Then she was left alone again. For nearly fifteen minutes she stared at the huge sandwich plater before she could finally force herself to take a single bite. The past days had taken away her appetite.
Just when she was pondering a second bite, she heard a rapping at the window. She could not trust her eyes when she saw Hedwig at the pane.
Hermione flew to the window, pulling like mad at the handle, but could not open it. However, she could see through the pane and Hedwig seemed to be able to see through, too. That was unusual. Did Snape not put a Dissillusioning Charm on the House? And how could Hedwig have found her? Anyway, the window was as closed as a muggle supermarket on Christmas Day.
"Oh Hedwig, I cannot open the window", Hermione called out.
Hedwig, who was sitting on the window´s ill, seemed to understand her, then started to nibble at her leg, where a message had been attached.
"Oh Hedwig, do not lose it, it won´t be safe here", Hermione said, more to herself than to the bird.
Meanwhile, the owl had opened the letter, so that it was hanging openly from her right claw. Then Hedwig started to fly in height of Hermione´s eyes, staying in the same spot close to the window pane like a colibri. The letter was dangling right before Hermione´s eyes and she could read it.
"Clever bird", was all Hermione could say, before she fixed her eyes on the letter.
It was a tiny one, the size of half a handkerchief, covered in miniscule writing. She recognised the handwriting immediately: Professor McGonagall.
"Dear H.,
we know what happened to you. It is all sad and almost unbearable that young Mr.W. is dead, but I hope to lighten up your mood by telling you that P. is safe and under the wings of the O. I feel that I must inform you, that it was not V.´s intention to kill P., since P. is his last hc, we found out. P. was intended to be captivated and held as a slave. Therefore, O. is planning for P. to corner V. and kill him directly. However, now V. is planning to have a brew created which can discontinue the bond between him and P., so he can finally kill him.
We hear that you are in the care of S., who has been commanded to make the above mentioned.
H., as a fellow of you gender, who is sacrificing a lot for the war, I have to ask you to hinder or at least delay the brewing no matter what measures you have to resort to. Any kind of sacrifice you have to make will be of great help to P. and hence to the magical world.
In hope you are well and receiving this message,
M."
"Oh my God." The read had rendered Hermione breathless.
What should she do now? She nodded to Hedwig, who seemed to be glad to be allowed to sit again. All this flying in the same position must have exhausted her. The bird sat on the window´s ill again and started to pluck the letter into pieces and swallow them. Hedwig ate the letter!
"Clever bird", was all Hermione could say again.
Hedwig plucked up piece after piece of the tiny letter and swallowed it until there was nothing left. With a nod Hermione acknowledged the achievements of the owl. Hedwig seemed to take a last glance at Hermione, took off and after a few beats of her wings disappeared from the view.
For the first time in her life, Hermione found herself wishing to be able to fly. She was badly afraid of flying, but now she wished nothing more than to break through the glass and take off into the sky. On an impulse she grabbed the little marble inkpot on the desk and threw it with all her might towards the window pane. It bounced off with a clatter but without any impact on the pane, fell to the floor and the ink running out made a mess on the carpet.
Momo popped up immediately with Mimi in tow.
"Missy! Are you hurt? What happened?"
"Nothing. The inkpot just slipped my hands. I am sorry it made such a mess on the carpet."
"Are you sure you are o.k.?" Now it was Mimi who seemed to be concerned about her.
"Yes Mimi, I am as o.k. as I can be here. I am sorry you have to clean up."
It took the elves just two spells to clean the carpet, refill the inkpot and put it back on the desk.
"Does Missy want anything else?" Momo seemed to eye the almost untouched sandwich plater sadly.
"No, thank you, I was just in the middle of finishing the delicious sandwich."
Hermione did not feel right lying to the elves, but making them sad by telling them how she really felt would do even less. Momo and Mimi left with a bow and she wandered the flat, only clad in her bedsheet.
Walking always got her thinking better. The flat was not very big, so she ended up walking around the table. Round after round she pondered the new information Hedwig had brought her. Yes, there was this potion involved and she seemed to be the only one able to help Harry. What was he planning now?
Hermione herself had had the idea to brew that potion, "Relatio Destructere" was its name, but had given up on it, because it was too difficult. Snape however was a Potions Master. He surely would not fail. Maybe there was a possibility for her to keep him from brewing and buy Harry some time?
Hermione stopped in front of one of the shelves. Her eyes glanced over the titles and finally rested on "Moste Potente Potions". Luckily the tome was not on the top shelf, but on the one below the top. She pulled it out, sat in the armchair and read about "Relatio Destructere" for the second time in her life. It really was a complex brew. It took only three days, which was a lot less than the one month brewing time for Polyjuice. However, that meant even if Hermione could screw up the potion once, the next brew could be ready in three days more.
"Shit", she cursed internally.
It might not be enough time for Harry to...to do what really? Hide? Or go over to attack Voldemort himself? How would he find him? And even if Harry had found a way out of the mess, how would she distract Snape?
All the questions rotated in her mind and her head started to hurt. She flipped through the book and found the page about Polyjuice potion. Hermione wished herself to be back in second year at Hogwarts, when she had set up her lab in the Girls Bathroom on the second floor. Her batch of Polyjuice had been a success and they had been able to trick Malfoy, though she herself had spent days in the Hospital Wing as a cat, retching hairballs.
Snape had seen her one evening when he brought an injured Slytherin student to Madame Pomfrey. Hermione had faked to be sleeping, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his scrutiny. Snape had looked at her and patted her fury paw.
"Ambitious little witch", she had heard him murmur before he walked away chuckling.
Snape...who had seemed to be the nemesis of the Golden Trio for the entire six years at Hogwarts!
Hermione went over all the pictures of him she had saved in her mind. Most were of him standing in front of the class, lecturing. His voice would travel the room like smoke. He seldomly needed to step up the volume to keep the class quiet. One menacing glance would suffice to render all students quiet and attentive. Hermione drifted to sleep thinking about his introductory lecture in First Year.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making..."
It was pitch dark, when Snape appeared in the room. Hermione was fully awake the moment he apparated onto the spot between the settee and the dining table. She kept her eyes closed however, waiting what he would do.
Severus had expected to find her reading, but not clad in ...
"Is this the bed sheet?", he asked himself.
He had thought to find her reading in the nude, maybe tucked in bed. During the dull meetings with fellow Death Eaters today he had daydreamed about just having to strip the sheet down her nude body and being all over her again – a great way to start the evening. Therefore he was not pleased to find her wrapped like a piece of Sushi.
Severus leant down and took the book that was lying open on her lap.
"Moste Potente Potions" it was. She had opened the page about Polyjuice. A slight smile crossed his features upon remembering her as a cat in the Hospital Wing. She had been a pretty little cat though.
Just this second Hermione chose to slowly open her eyes. She saw Snape looming over her, holding the book and smiling. It was not one of the cruel smiles he had given her yesterday, but a relaxed one that softened his features just enough to make him handsome. It was confusing to Hermione to use the words handsome´ and Snape´ in the same sentence.
Right at this moment Snape caught her eyes and her confusion and Hermione gasped in shock.
Their gazes dueled for a while, until he clapped the book shut.
"Good evening, Hermione", he purred.
That sent a riple down her spine. The last time he had called her by her first name had not turned out in her favor.
"Good evening, Professor", she replied and received a scowl from him.
"I do believe we have passed that level of formality, Hermione, so please call me by my first name, too."
Snape still stood before her and let his eyes wander over her uninhibitedly.
Hermione just nodded. She did not feel well under this scrutiny of his.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"O.k. I think."
"Good. Did the elves bring you everything you needed?"
"Yes, they were very nice", Hermione did not want to shed a bad light on them in any way, "Except they could not help me with my dress. Do you know where it is left?"
"Yes."
Snape let that sink in for a moment, then stepped to the shelves and put the book back to its place.
"Well, would you please hand it back to me then?"
"No."
Hermione just looked at him, speechless.
"You will not need it, anyway, Hermione, will you?"
Hermione felt like panicking. Snape had that look on his face again. That of a cat playing with the mouse it has caught, just before eating it.
They stared at each other for a moment, then he started, but Hermione had noticed early enough to leap out of the chair and to the side before he could trap her. She made a run for it, but Snape went after his mouse fast. With two strides he had cornered her at the table.
He clasped her wrists with one hand, chuckling at her struggle and small cry of distress. His other hand tucked at the bedsheet-sari, loosening the tight wrapping around her body.
Hermione was mortified to feel the fabric loosen and pool at her feet. For the second time within 24 hours she stood naked in front of Severus Snape.
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Hermione was horrified to see that Snape was looking her over with undisguised lust. He held her arms high by her wrists with his left hand.
Severus had not been able to wait to see her naked again. His daydreams had rescued him over a dull day of Death Eater business. He reached out with his right hand and caressed her cheek. The fearful expression in her eyes made him sad - he did not want her to cower in fear. Lazily he got closer to her, pressed his lips to hers. Severus tried to enter Hermione´s mouth, but found her lips closed. His hand traveled down her delicious curves, brushed the underside of her left breast, flicked her nipple. She gasped and he seized the opportunity to snake his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione tried to protest, but only ended up answering his kiss. Snape growled, relishing in the feeling of her tongue against his. Hermione could hardly contain her anger at his growl. She pulled back and snaked one arm free of his grip. With all her might she slapped him in the face, but regretted it the next second, when she saw the devilish glim in his eyes.
Snape was not hurt by her slap, but was determined to pay her back. He gripped her hard by the hips, ignoring her hands pressing against his chest, and shoved her upon the dining table.
"No!" she protested as Snape pressed himself against her and pushed her hands on each side of her head.
"Whine all you want, Hermione, you brought it on yourself." Snape sneered.
"What? The hell I brought on. You are an arse all by yourself and don´t you ever expect me to accept your abuse without protest," she spat.
"My, my, you do show your temper, don´t you? But do not worry, I like
you being lively while I fuck you."
She stopped struggling and met his gaze. Her chest was rising high with her breaths. She considered him for a while, then he bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side.
Severus kissed her cheek, slid his mouth over her chin and then darted out his tongue to lick her throat. She was warm and shivering under his body. Severus could barely restrain his desire to ravish her thoroughly. Yet, she remained unresponsive, simply staring to the side, not moving. Severus let go of her hands, caressed her arms and shoulders, arrived at her breasts. He flicked her nipples and kissed her collarbone. He remembered that she had enjoyed this in particular last night. When he looked up to check on her, she had not moved, her hands were still lying next to her head, she still stared towards the wall.
„Hermione," he whispered, but she did not react.
He pushed his hand between her thighs, stroked her nether lips, but she showed no response other than closing her eyes. He pushed his finger deeper and found her dry. He was at a loss. Last night had been almost like his erotic dreams come true and he had planned to continue as soon as possible. Since he had already taken her last night, he did not think she would resist him anymore, but apparently she was even more determined to thwart his plans of enjoying himself with her.
„May I assume that you will continue pretending to be a stone for as long as I assault you?" Snape bellowed.
Hermione remained still. She felt him move away slightly. Maybe he had given in? Hermione got her hopes up.
„Very well, then you do leave me no other option than giving you the potion again."
Hermione´s head snapped towards him, her eyes wide open, staring into his.
„Ah, nice that you are reacting again. However, I will have you responding a lot more, soon."
With that, Snape reached into his cloak for the potion that he kept in his pocket, but a small soft hand settled over his and stilled his movement. He looked at Hermione and found her eyes pleading with him. He considered her for a moment, then pulled his hand back from his pocket and grasped hers.
„I take it you do not want to drink the elixir?"
She shook her head.
He intertwined his fingers with hers.
„Please do not feed me that," she begged.
„Why, however, not? I had the impression that you were quite enjoying yourself, were you not?"
„No, it was horrible. I did not know who I was or who you were and what was going on. Most unpleasant was reclaiming normal conscience. Even waking up from my Basilisk coma in second year had not been that awful."
At those words Severus remembered her lying in the hospital wing for weeks in her second year. Always when he had had to visit the infirmary in those days, he had looked at the comatose little witch and hoped for her to make it through. He had helped Professor Sprout with the mandrakes and finally had brewed the potion that had revived her and the other victims.
He pondered if he should really feed her the lust potion. After all, it was not completely what he wanted. Last night he had only gotten her body, maybe tonight he could get the whole package, if he managed clever enough.
„Well, let´s summarize our situation: You do not want to take the lust potion, but also you hold your body captive from my attentions. I, however, plan to thoroughly ravish you and if you do not consent, I will resort to the invigorating influence the potion has on you. It seems we are at an impasse."
Snape let go of her hand, braced himself on the table, bent over her and looked into her eyes.
Hermione was shivering again. She could feel his breath on her face and wondered what was to come.
„What do you offer in exchange for me not forcing you to take the brew?"
„W...what do you want?" she asked although she knew the answer.
„You are well aware of my wishes, but I will spell it out for you: I want your compliance in all sexual matters."
He looked deep into her eyes. „I want you to offer yourself to me. I want you to participate willingly in the act. If you do, I will not force you to drink the lust potion. What do you say?"
Hermione felt her pulse speed up. She knew that she had to chose prostituting herself. It was the only way to keep a clear conscience and maybe find a way to help Harry. She chewed on her lower lip.
Snape became impatient. He raised his eyebrow.
Hermione recognized the signs, but could not bring herself to say the words just yet.
„Well, since you seem unable to form a decision, I will decide for you."
His hand moved to his cloak pocket anew.
„Don´t!" she cried. „I..."
„Yes?" Snape´s eyebrow was still raised.
„I´ll ... I´ll obey you."
There, she had said it.
Snape studied her face for a moment and moved his hand away from his pocket again.
„Very well, let´ s test your obedience. Spread your legs!"
Hermione gasped. She had not expected him to demand something as lascivious as this from her right away. She hesitated.
„Now, or I will assume our deal is invalid." Snape sounded aggressive.
Hermione took a deep breath, shut her eyes and slowly spread her thighs a bit.
„Wider," came the direct command.
She inhaled sharply again and obeyed.
„Open your eyes and look at me."
Hermione fluttered her eyes open and met Severus´ gaze.
He let his eyes wander from her face over her body and to the brown curls at the junction of her thighs. He straightened his back so that he was looming over her and had a good view.
Hermione realized what he was looking at and was mortified.
Severus touched her knees, let his hands wander up her thighs. They met at her curls, played with them.
Hermione´s skin was in goosebumps.
Severus chuckled when he observed this. His hands danced lazily over her stomach, then fanned her breasts delicately, met at the collarbone and then moved to her cheeks. He held her head in his hands, lowered his own and took possession of her mouth.
Hermione had never experienced a kiss like this before. She felt like being consumed by him.
His tongue swirled in her mouth and she shyly began to answer him.
Severus growled in appreciation at her response. He felt her hands closing behind his neck and her body relaxing. He broke the kiss, but she lifted her head off the table to reconnect with his lips.
They spent some minutes just kissing like this. Severus placed her legs around his waist and grind against her core while they snogged. That elicited an excited moan from the little witch beneath him. He grasped her shoulders, their lips still connected, and moved her up to sit on the edge of the table. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and placed her hands at his robe.
"Undress me," he said hoarsely.
Hermione was a bit confused. The kisses had fired her passion. She was surprised to admit to herself, that she was turned on. Maybe it was not so bad to be stuck with Snape? It could have been worse, could it not? Snape was definitely better than a Malfoy or, god forbid, Rudolphus Lestrange. Snape was at the prime age of a man, not too bad looking, yes, dark and edgy, but not ugly, and his kisses were pure fire.
She mustered all her Gryffindor braveness and pushed his robes off his shoulders. Then she turned to his buttons, undid them, one after the other, first those of his cloak, which she pushed off as well, then those of his shirt, which she tugged out of his trousers. When she had undone the last button, her hands returned to his chest, slowly making their way under his shirt, finding the sparse hairs there and touching the warm, surprisingly soft skin.
Severus relished in her touch. His eyes closed and he let out a sigh when he felt her hands ridding him of his shirt and exploring his chest, stomach and shoulders.
Hermione studied his face. His skin was a bit sallow, but soft. His nose was strong, but suited his face. He´d look ridiculous if his nose was any different. She liked his eyes. They were black and so deep that she thought she could drown in them.
She did not know why, but she kissed him on the lips, opening her mouth to him. Severus did not need further invitation to take her into his arms and ravish her mouth, feel her skin on his.
After a few minutes he took her hands to his trousers, beckoned her to open them. She was hesitant, but since she knew she had to do what he wanted, she opened his belt, then the buttons of his trousers: first, second, third and fourth button.
He pushed his trousers down to his knees, then placed her hands on the waistband of his black shorts.
Hermione held Severus´ eyes, while she slowly pushed his shorts down. She heard the fabric rustle against his legs as it fell down. Still she held his gaze.
Severus knew she was too shy to look at his penis. He found this so intriguing that an actual smile crossed his face.
Hermione was fascinated by his smile. Once again Snape appeared to be... Oh my gosh,...handsome!´
Snape did not have to use Legilimency to read her thought. It bemused him that she thought him handsome.
"Well, you are beautiful, my dear", he said and pulled her close.
His tongue graced her neck and a soft bite made Hermione moan. In a three minutes lasting kiss he made Hermione´ s knees weak and she appreciated being seated on the table.
Severus took her right hand and slowly guided it to his stomach. Hermione felt the edges of his hard abdominals, dipped into his navel and then Severus guided her lower and put her hand on his penis.
Astonished, Hermione realized that Severus had gotten rid of his boxers without her noticing. She suspected wandless magic, but forgot about it when she touched Severus´ penis. Feeling the soft hardness was unfamiliar to her, but neither disgusting nor scary. It was nice actually. She let her fingers wander up and down his length and finally gathered up the courage to look at what she was doing. The sight got her staring. His penis was larger than what she had suspected from the feeling of it. She was astonished at the thought that this had been inside of her. Its head was a deep purple and she cupped it with her thumb. A sharp intake of breath redirected her attention to Severus´ face.
His eyes were half closed and his breathing sped up. He definitely enjoyed what she was doing to him. His hands rubbed circles on her thighs in answer.
It was clear to Hermione that he had watched her look at his penis. Probably he had had a big deal of fun, she suspected and the ironic half-smile on his lips left no doubt about it. In high spirits Hermione licked his left nipple, hand still rubbing him, excited about his moan, and then bit down on it. Two hands came up to her head and buried themselves in her hair, pulling her from his chest.
Severus bent back her head, kissed her and then let his tongue wander down her neck to her breasts. He kissed the left one, kissed the right one and asked,
"Are you familiar with the concept of quit pro quo´ ?"
Hermione had watched The Silence of the Lambs, so she knew he would bite her back and braced herself.
Severus sucked in turn the nipples before him. Then he softly bit down on one, interlacing his bite with a suckle here and there.
Hermione gave a deep sigh and whispered, "Harder."
"What is the magic word?"
Severus´ piercing look made her blush crimson.
"Please." It was more a sigh than a word, but it made Severus oblige.
Hermione enjoyed his rolling her nipple between his teeth and buried her hands in his hair. She felt him rub his cock against her opening and could not help opening her thighs more so that the contact would be increased.
Severus noticed this and put a hand to her nether lips, caressing them and finding her wet for him. He slowly pushed her upper body back down onto the table by his own weight. His hands caressed her thighs, hooking under her knees and pulling her lower part closer to his. To him she was a perfect fit in height, curves and the way her legs folded around his hips. He parted her nether lips and put his cock to her opening, then he kissed her deeply and pushed forward.
Hermione had squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the pain, but there was none. There was just this strange feeling of being filled. Snape moved over her rhythmically and she fluttered her eyes open again. Severus met her eyes while pounding into her.
"Relax, darling." Severus whispered to her.
Hermione let out a long breath and commanded herself to relax. She knew it was best to do as he willed.
At that point Severus stopped his moves. He stayed inside her, bent down and sucked her breasts again. He braced his right hand next to Hermione´ s head on the table and his left wandered between her legs.
Hermione felt him stroking her clitoris and a very warm feeling built inside her stomach. She let out a low moan and pulled Severus head closer to her chest. She caressed him by combing her fingers through his fine hair, while he did not stop to lave her breasts with his tongue.
When Severus finally let go of her breasts, he found her eyes glazing with lust and her breath ragged. Slowly and cautiously he started to move again. This time Hermione seemed relaxed enough to let it happen and let it make her lust even without the potion Also he noticed her beginning to try and move with him. He grasped her hips and guided her to meet his thrusts. Hermione rewarded him with an excited sigh.
She stretched her hands over her head and completely gave herself over to him mentally and physically.
"He does not hurt me, like I had expected," she thought, "And I never thought him to be so gentle with me. It is the right thing to oblige him. Maybe I can figure out a way to keep him from brewing...Oh, this is so good!"
Severus had noticed that Hermione was totally letting go of her inhibitions. He suspected that she had debated fighting him but rationally had concluded obliging was the more clever thing to do. Her legs were tightening around his waist and Severus could not stop himself from speeding up the pace. To his bemusement Hermione kept up with him.
"Always a quick study, little Miss Know-it-all", he mocked her.
"Always..-quick enough...for you,...Git", she let out in between thrusts.
The whole absurdity of the situation ripped a laugh from Severus, a whole hearted laugh.
"Next time you say something like that to me, I will spank you, Miss Granger."
Hermione knew he was serious about it, but was totally fascinated by his laugh – by the young and relaxed face that seemed to have nothing to do with the sour potions master of her school days.
"I don´ t care. Fuck me."
Severus almost did not believe his ears. The little chit spurred him on. Well, that was a favor he would grant her. He bent over her, bracing himself on the table and started to thrust into her relentlessly. He felt his climax advancing and the little hands that gripped onto his scarred back and her moans of surrender did the rest for him. His balls tightened and he stiffened while climaxing.
After a few seconds he regained his senses and noticed that Hermione was studying his face. He looked into the hazel eyes and wondered if she had even come close to climax. He swore that he would make her climax during the next few days. Often. Hermione seemed drained of energy. Severus removed himself from her and gently pushed her a bit further up the table. He laid his head on her chest in the valley between her breasts and the weight of his torso onto her pelvis. Her left nipple was right before his nose. Severus´ tongue darted out and grazed her nipple´ s side. His reward was a content and drowsy purr from Hermione and her hands stroking through his hair. After a minute or two, Severus gave into sleep on the most delicious cushion he had ever laid on.
Hermione felt his breath even out and was delighted with having a reprieve, however short it was. It took her only a few minutes to finally come to a decision about what to do about Harry and the potion.
"Yes," she thought, "this is the right thing to do. Snape will either swallow it or not – I have to take the risk. The only gap I have to mind is his abilities at Legilimency. I will have to keep my mind guarded at all times."
Hermione had laid out her mission for herself. She was internally convinced that Minerva had the same planned for her. Naturally she had not written openly about it, but the "any kind of sacrifice you have to make will be of great help to P. and hence to the magical world"- part was pretty clear now that she thought about it. Hermione swore to herself that she would either be victorious or die trying, then she gave into sleep herself.