Here we go…

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She almost choked when Severus lowered his head to her neck and ran his lips over her jaw line. He then whispered so softly she almost couldn't hear him over her panicking pulse rate.

"He is still watching. He expects proof that I have seduced you."

She froze as she realized what he meant.

Hermione couldn't help but feel her breath catch in her throat as Severus moved one hand to the side of her neck and grazed his teeth along the edge of her ear.

She guessed it was all the adrenaline pounding through her veins, but she couldn't help but react to the sensation. It shot a jolt of electricity shot down her spine, setting all of her skin on fire. It felt good, she had to admit, but it didn't feel…right. He gently squeezed her shoulder as if reassuring her before meeting her lips with his.

For all that was going on, the only thing she could think of was that she had expected his lips to be as cold as his voice and demeanor. But they were amazingly gentle and warm.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, almost breaking the kiss. She knew she needed to keep her head clear because all they were doing was acting. And their performance was being watched. To be honest, she had never been touched or kissed like that…so sensually. She had shared chaste kisses and affectionate hugs before, but nothing like this. And not with and older man who was obviously experienced.

"Are you okay?" Severus asked softly, not overlooking the fact she had pulled back for a moment. She was doing well under the pressure, but she would have to do more.

His eyes met hers for a moment, both trying to read the other. Hermione realized she had moved her hands to his chest without knowing it. And she realized his hands were on her waist. She thought to herself how amazing it is how your body can take over.

Her eyes were fearful but she nodded for him to continue. He resumed the slow, thoughtful kiss as she wondered to herself how far they were going to have to take this right now. So Voldemort thought Severus had seduced her at a time of vulnerability. She chuckled darkly in her head as she supposed Voldemort would expect they had done more than just kiss.

He picked her up by the waist and sat her on the edge of the desk, positioning himself between her legs while deepening the kiss. She couldn't help but let a moan escape her lips when she felt all the heat radiating from his body on her thighs and elsewhere. She knew she should be repulsed. This was Severus Snape. But the rush of adrenaline and her body's signals were making it impossible for her to think straight.

The only clear thought she managed was to wonder what Severus was thinking at the moment.

The sensual trance she was slowly slipping into was broken when the door slammed open. Lord Voldemort stalked quickly into the room. Hermione's fear came back double-fold when she thought maybe they had been found out.

But soon three figures followed Voldemort in, two men holding a third between them who was obviously trying to get away.

"So sorry to interrupt you, but I have a problem that needs dealing with," Voldemort said softly and coldly, his eyes burning upon the man wriggling, trying to escape. Hermione was trying to figure out if she could recognize the struggling figure but realized she probably shouldn't stare.

Snape had quickly detached himself from Hermione who quickly scrambled off the desk.

"If you will, take yourselves to your bedroom to resume your comforting," he hissed the last word with delight. Voldemort then leaned in so close that only Severus could hear him say, "Oh, and Bellatrix will check on you two later. I need to know that you have complete control over her."

"Yes, my Lord," Severus breathed. He knew what Voldemort had meant. Bellatrix check in on them to make sure his story checked out. He knew Voldemort would want absolute proof of his successful seduction of the girl. Severus knew there was no way out of this. Severus hadn't felt such a pang of guilt in many years.

Severus, ignoring the other men in the room, gently guided Hermione out of the room with his hand on her waist. Hermione was almost bursting with questions but she knew she should keep quiet until she was sure they were alone. All of this was too weird to be real.

They passed Bellatrix in the hall.

"I'll check in on you here in little bit," she practically sang. "Do make yourself comfortable."

Again, Severus simply ignored her comments and guided Hermione up a stairwell into yet another cold hallway. He opened a door to a bedroom with a fire dancing lowly in a small fireplace. The room was bare except for a chest of drawers, a small table, and of course a bed. A large canopied bed with dark red sheets. Hermione gulped. Severus quickly closed the door then turned to Hermione. He knew it wouldn't be long before Bellatrix was monitoring their activities.

"I'm sure you've surmised what is going on here," Severus said in the most uncharacteristically gentle and pained manner.

Hermione swallowed nervously.

"Y-Yes."

Severus looked down, trying to settle his thoughts. "I am truly sorry. But the story I told him was the only one I thought would work and that He would believe without having you killed."

Hermione said nothing for a moment. "But we are expected to follow through with this- as proof?" she choked the question out.

"Yes."

Hermione took in a sharp breath. She wanted to cry almost, but she knew she had to be strong. Like she was when she drew confidence out of nowhere when talking to Voldemort.

"Ok." It sounded very weak.

"I am very sorry to have to- ask you to do this. If I had thought there was any other way…" he trailed off. Awkward, eye-avoiding silence followed for a few moments.

"I understand. I mean, I trust that you did what you had to, Professor." She bit her lip when she realized she called him 'Professor.' Surely at this point, it was just weird to call him that?

His eyes met hers. Hermione tried to read his face, but couldn't. It looked like he wanted to say something more, but did not. She couldn't believe this was happening; it didn't feel real. She wished it wasn't.

He sighed unhappily. "Bellatrix will be checking in soon."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. The thought of Bellatrix seeing them disgusted her but she could tell there was no way out of this.

It struck Severus then that this might be her first time. Again he felt strong guilt. But there was no time for that.

He sat her down on the edge of the bed, much like he did with the desk. Again he situated himself between her legs, locking his lips on hers. Much to her surprise, Hermione felt her body responding again. The effect was minimized by her thoughts, however. This was not how she wanted her first time to be…

He soon deepened the kiss, running his tongue at her mouth's crease, asking for entrance which she allowed. His tongue slowly and thoughtfully explored her mouth. She felt like she should do more than just sit there so she experimentally sucked on his tongue, eliciting a rumbling moan much to her surprise. Though this was crazy, and this was Severus Snape, she was curious and intrigued by his reactions.

His hands moved from her waist to her shoulders and began to unbutton her simple blouse. Her throat locked again with nervousness and but he stopped any protests she was about to make with his kiss. She felt cool air on her skin and realized her shirt was off. She allowed him to remove her bra as well, even though she felt overwhelmingly self-conscious.

Hermione's arms uncontrollably snapped to cover her chest. Severus stalled by disrobing himself. His normally billowing robes and dark shirt were soon puddled on the floor.

As Hermione unintentionally watched, she glanced over his body. It was firm and muscular though pale. She could see many scars littered over his body and some injuries that looked more recent.

Severus unintentionally returned the gaze. She still had some cuts and bruises from Lucius. He made a mental note to avoid touching her roughly where the injuries were. He quickly pushed her back into the soft bed as he fumbled with her zipper, then slid her jeans down her legs. Hermione noted the pained expression as he did so. He was having trouble making himself do this.

Severus allowed himself a guiltily quick look at her body and was mildly surprised. He hadn't taken the time to really look at her when they were in Lucius' room. The know-it-all bookworm had a small frame but it was backed up with pleasing curves and nicely proportioned breasts.

He leaned in to kiss her as he unbuckled his pants and finished disrobing. As much as he felt guilty about doing this, his body was beginning to get excited.

Hermione's uneasiness and discomfort remained as things intensified. He moved to crouch over her when the hairs on his neck stood up. That meant Bellatrix was now checking in on them from somewhere in secret, probably using some sort of surveillance spell. He tried to ignore it as he pulled the sheets over them for a pitiful semblance of privacy.

She was now down to her last piece of clothing. Hermione shivered involuntarily as Severus slowly slid her knickers down her legs then onto the floor. He slowly made his way back up to her mouth, only pausing to pay some attention to her breasts, sucking each nipple lightly in his mouth. She moaned this time. Was this really Severus Snape, sinister dungeon master, doing this? No one had ever made her feel like this. She realized a man had never touched her either. Her last active thought before getting caught up in the passion was that Severus Snape was indeed a man.

He kissed her, much more passionately and fiercely this time as he slid one hand down to her womanhood, lightly rubbing her swollen nub. She moaned into his mouth, intensifying his arousal greatly. He growled when he felt how wet she was and he couldn't wait any more. His guilt still hovered in his mind, but his body was taking over.

He positioned himself over her, teasing her entrance with the tip of his shaft. She suddenly looked afraid and she pulled him closer, making it look as if she were teasing his ear with her tongue.

"This is- I've never done this before," she whispered embarrassedly. It was as he feared. Knowing he had to ask even more from her, he nuzzled her ear before saying uncomfortably, "It will hurt. But you can't show it. That would be...suspicious," he finished, meeting her eyes. She looked worried and fearful but nodded minutely. She saw a flicker of regret and sorrow in his eyes before she nodded for him to continue.

Having to restrain himself he slowly pushed a little way into her once, twice, preparing her. He realized he would definitely have to hurt her; he would have to break her maiden head and she was also probably very tight. He willed himself to remain in control.

She had her hands on his shoulders and squeezed lightly to give him permission. With that he thrust in as gently as he could manage. She bit the closest thing to her so she wouldn't yell, and that closest thing was his shoulder which only drove him crazier. But he made himself pause. She was so tight he could hardly make himself stop. She squeezed his shoulder again to say it was okay.

He began slow steady movements in her, try to go as slowly and gently as possible. He was relieved when she finally relaxed her muscles a little bit. It would hurt her less now.

Hermione was surprised she had been able to not scream. It had hurt a lot. As she relaxed, the pain faded and was replaced with something much better. As his movement became more rhythmic and he filled her each time, she began instinctively moving her hips up to meet him, pushing him even deeper inside. The first time she did this she heard him moan and he increased his pace out of need.

She became aware of another noise and she realized it was her moaning quietly but she couldn't stifle it even if she wanted to. She could feel pleasure building up within her.

She could feel his skin on hers and he was very large and warm, completely covering her. Despite who this was, she felt very safe and secure under him for a moment.

Severus felt the hairs on his neck relax. Apparently Bellatrix had seen what she needed, but there was no way he could stop now.

As he continued, he was surprised but pleased when she tightened her grip around his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to increase his vigor. It didn't help his guilt, but he found some solace in the fact that she was feeling pleasure as well. She was pure, untouched; he was guessing that she didn't know what this kind of pleasure was.

He felt himself tighten and he knew he was near. Their movements became quickened from need and desire. He wondered to himself if he was being too rough or intense, but the only feedback he got was her moaning.

He was almost there when suddenly he felt her tighten all around him as waves of pleasure erupted through her body and she cried out which was enough to bring him over the edge as well. He released into her, crying out as he did so.

As they both lay there panting, him still resting inside of her, the guilt overtook him completely. He didn't dare look in her eyes.