Chapter 13

Hermione was seated in her favourite corner of the library that evening, reference books spread out on the table before her, an impeccable Transfiguration essay flowing easily from the end of her fast-moving quill in her neat, looped handwriting. She had months of catching-up to do in order to be ready to take her NEWTs at the end of term, and was determined to give the examinations her best possible effort, despite being at such a horrendous disadvantage.

No one passing the table would have known that stuffed inside her bookbag was a toothbrush, a pair of pyjamas, some clean underwear and a change of clothes to wear to Grimmauld Place – all hidden and ready for a night with the Headmaster. The notion sounded preposterous, even to her own ears, but she was far happier being prepared, rather than last time, which had seen her wandering around the castle corridors in nothing but a skimpy vest and shorts. Not that she'd had much preparation time, being yanked semi-conscious from her bed by a salivating Alecto Carrow.

Hermione's peaceful session of homework was interrupted just after eight o'clock, when she heard the library door creak open and heavy footsteps approach her from behind.

"Well, if it isn't the Headmaster's little pet, exactly where he said she would be?"

She didn't need to turn around to know that Professor Snape had sent Macnair to fetch her. Hideous, but it would give credence to their excuse for being together that evening. None of these foul Death Eaters must ever glean even the slightest hint of their real whereabouts, for if they were to find out, it would mean certain death for both her and Snape.

"Homework time is over, Mudblood. You have more important things to do, now."

She sighed heavily, and began to pack her books away, careful not to reveal the extra items concealed in her bookbag. Once she had cleared the table meticulously, not wanting to rush, she finally turned to the revolting excuse for a wizard who was standing behind her, waiting impatiently.

"Well? What would you have me do?"

"Watch your tongue there, it's getting a little sharp for my liking. Sadly, I can't make you do anything," he leered, leaning in close so that Madam Pince could not hear him. "If it were down to me, you'd be on your knees in this library, with my cock so far down your throat you'd be struggling to breathe, Mudblood. But since I wasn't gifted with that pleasure, I'm here to collect you for Snape. He finds himself in need of you, this evening."

Hermione forced herself to look resigned and unhappy.

"Such a shame. Those marks from last time are still a little visible. I suppose he'll be adding to those, tonight? Now, get moving, you Gryffindor bitch."

Macnair made her walk directly in front of him as they left the library, and Madam Pince's face was a picture of concern, yet she could do nothing. The Death Eaters were in control of this school, and all the staff and students knew it. People stared at her unpleasantly as she walked through the hallways being tailed by Macnair, openly wondering where they were going.

If only they knew.

It seemed to take an interminable amount of time to reach Gargoyle Corridor, where they would find the entrance to the Headmasters' study at the top of the spiral staircase. Whilst the stairs were twisting around and carrying them both upwards, her on a higher stair than he, she felt Macnair's hand slip up her skirt, between her legs, trying to force his fingers into the seat of her knickers.

He did not get that far.

Hermione's instinctive reaction was to clamp her thighs together, spin around, and deck Macnair in the face with a mighty punch, sending him crashing back down to the bottom of the staircase, roaring in pain. She rolled her eyes at the amount of fuss he was making. They were only ten steps up, if that, and the stairwell was too narrow for him to have done any real damage. It was more ungraceful, than anything else.

She continued travelling upwards on the stairs, reaching the door of Snape's office just as he opened it and looked around for the source of the shouting and cursing.

"What has happened?" he hissed, urgently, seeing her arrive at his office unexpectedly alone when he'd specifically sent Macnair to fetch her.

"He touched me, so I knocked him down the stairs," she whispered.

He smirked, and took hold of her upper arm.

"Nice job. However, I shall have to be seen to punish you. Comply with everything, do you understand?"

She nodded, feeling a shiver of the compulsion at his proximity and at the touch of his hand. Macnair was now ascending their staircase again, his face an absolute picture of blind fury.

"You could have killed me, you little fucking bitch of a Mudblood!" he screamed, drawing his wand and pointing it towards Hermione's chest.

Professor Snape stepped neatly between them.

"Do not interfere with my toy, Macnair. If she has wronged you, then let me hear it, and I shall meter out the appropriate punishment," he told his colleague, smoothly.

"The dirty slag punched me in the face and pushed me down the stairs!"

"Magically? Granger, give me your wand. That is unacceptable."

"Not magically, Snape. Like some kind of fist-fighter!"

"That is most interesting Macnair. A small witch able to better you with only her own fists? The Dark Lord will be most pleased to have her talents under his control, if indeed, she has this much power."

Macnair's face turned even redder in humiliation and anger. He still brandished his wand like an offensive weapon.

"Punish her, Snape, or I will."

"You have been wronged, Walden. And for that I will compensate you. Both of you, into my office. Now."

They walked into the familiar circular study, and Professor Snape took her bookbag from her shoulder and tossed it carelessly on to one of the armchairs before the fire. He looked her straight in the eyes, his expression unreadable, but she felt the compulsion for the second time in as many minutes. It had been building steadily since they had been together in his private lab that afternoon, her hand wrapped around his cock, and to be so near him was exquisitely uncomfortable.

"Go and stand in front of my desk, Miss Granger. Face it, and bend over."

"What?"

"Do as I tell you. Immediately."

The tone of his voice brooked no argument. She stepped over to his large desk, and assumed the position he had instructed her to take, hearing both he and Macnair laugh in a lustful, dangerous manner.

"I think this should suffice as your compensation, Macnair," she heard Snape say, although she could not see him.

"Little brat deserves a good hiding. Six of the best?"

"Indeed."

Hermione did not hear Snape cross the room towards her, so silent were his footsteps, but suddenly he was upon her, his hand pressed on her lower back. Without warning, he flipped her school skirt fully up and over her bottom, tucking the hem into the waistband. She gasped, loudly.

"Silence, Granger. Macnair, you are appreciative of this view?"

"Very much so," she heard him reply, his voice thick with sleaze.

Before she could protest, Snape had given her three sharp slaps on the bottom, over her knickers, causing her to cry out, not really in pain, for they had not hurt, but in shock.

"I trust, Walden, that this compensates for your ordeal at the hands of this Mudblood?" Snape asked him, his fingers trailing over her bum cheeks, which was further provoking her compulsion, and she was certain she could feel herself beginning to dampen.

Ye gods, was she enjoying this? Did she want him to spank her? Hermione was partly thrilled, partly horrified at her arousal.

"Give me the last three bare-arsed, and I'll say yes, Severus," he drawled.

"As you wish."

"No!" she cried out, knowing that her knickers were likely to be a little wet and not wanting this foul cretin to see any more of her body than he already had.

"You do not presume to select the manner of your punishment, Granger," Snape replied, evenly, and she felt his long fingers hook into the sides of her knickers and slide them a little way down her thighs, where he left them.

She pressed her legs together, tightly, and clenched her bum as he delivered the final three swats.

"More," Macnair demanded. "She needs to open her legs, that dirty cunt needs a spanking as much as her arse does."

"I'm sure you are correct, Walden, however you requested six, and that is what you have observed. The Mudblood's further punishment will be conducted in private, for my eyes only. Now, leave."

"You've got to be joking? Open her up and show me her pussy, you selfish bastard."

"I have no need of making jokes. Everything between this witch's legs belongs to me. You are now intruding on my private time, and as you are no doubt aware, I am under a compulsion curse that requires this girl's undivided attention. Return to your chambers and masturbate, if you are so inclined."

There was a huff of annoyed breath from Macnair, and the sound of his heavy footfall stomping across the office. She heard the door open and close, and then the fizz of a security ward being added.

"Miss Granger."

He was back at her side again. How did he manage that so silently?

"You may of course get up. I apologise sincerely for my actions."

Hermione did not move. She did not want to. There was only one thing she wanted right now, and it was for the headmaster to continue his 'punishment'. She remained where she was.

She felt him quickly lean over her.

"Granger. If you do not get up, and continue to lay there with your glorious arse exposed naked on my desk and presented for spanking, I shall not be responsible for my actions. Is that clear?" he growled, in a heady, urgent voice.

"Go ahead," she coughed out. "I want you to."

She heard him swear and curse under his breath.

"Are you compelled?"

"So badly."

-xxx-

He swore again, sighed deeply, and stood up, returning his hand to the small of her back, and rubbing his other hand over her bare bum. Granger was asking him to spank her? He couldn't quite believe it, but as he felt her arse muscles relax and allowed his fingers to drift and dabble between her cunt lips there was definite moisture collecting there. His cock hardened in an instant. Fucking hell.

Severus took hold of her knickers and pulled them down from around her thighs to her knees, not able to stop himself from feeling the seat like a lecherous pervert, and finding the fluid he suspected. Wet underwear? From his punishment? He gave her arse an experimental slap, and she gasped. Two more, each one was eliciting that same noise.

Bloody Merlin, he was so erect that he feared he might burst the fastening on his trousers. He pulled her knickers all the way down to her ankles, and off the end of her feet, leaving her shoes and socks on.

"Open your legs, Granger," he instructed, his voice cracking with arousal as she immediately complied, exposing some of her juicy pussy to his view.

He delivered three loud slaps, making sure to catch her soft lips under his palm, and he could feel her wet stickiness against it.

"More?" he asked, not wanting to hurt this girl in any way, but desperate to redden her arse.

She was sublime.

"Yes please," she breathed, her back arching and pushing her bottom further in the air.

He littered a round dozen all over her behind, never spanking the same area twice, and not particularly hard. Just enough to make her flinch, and all in quick enough succession to have her squealing by the fifth smack. He powered through it, and after the twelfth he could hold himself no longer, diving between her labia and pushing two fingers deep into her cunt, pressing and rolling her clit with his thumb as he thrust in and out of her.

"Oh, my god!" she screamed. "Fucking hell, oh fuck …"

Severus rather liked hearing this little Gryffindor swearing like a sailor. She was soaking wet, humping the desk in frustration, and pushing down hard on his invading fingers. He sped up his movements, yanking open his trousers with his free hand, for he would have her after this, of that there was no doubt. He was so fucking hard he felt like he would explode at the slightest touch.

His penis liberated from its cramped prison, he returned his hand to her arse cheek, pulling it to one side to spread her as open as he could, keeping a relentless rhythm with his pistoning fingers, stirring up the copious amounts of fluid that were squelching inside her with his frantic finger-fucking.

Then without warning, he stopped. He withdrew his fingers and knelt down behind her. She screamed at the loss of his hand.

"Sir? Please don't stop!"

Oh, I'm not stopping.

Holding her labia open with both hands, he leaned his face towards her pussy and drew just her clitoris alone between his lips, suckling it with delicate tugging movements that he knew would drive this delicious young witch over the edge.

Go on, he thought. Come all over my face, you little peach.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh …."

That's it, sweetheart. Come for me.

"Oh, fucking hell! Ungghhh! Oh, my god …."

Her open hole began to contract wildly, covering him with her juice as she shook her orgasm free with her hips. If he hadn't been held in check by the compulsion curse restricting his orgasms, he would probably have climaxed himself, all over his own feet, in the face of her rampant enthusiasm.

Severus got to his feet, lined up his erection with her quivering entrance and shoved himself home, pushing all the way in until he felt his cock bottom out against her cervix. He took a firm hold of her hips and began to thrust, for this was not going to last long, since he was so fucking aroused.

"Are you … alright?" he managed to puff out, the power of concise speech deserting him.

"Yes, Sir. Shit … yes. I'm fine. Just … don't stop."

"I have no intention of stopping, Granger."

He fucked her hard, this student that he had just spanked almost to orgasm over his desk, buried balls-deep in the sweetest cunt he'd ever known. The guilt would kick in later, of course it would, but for now, in this transcendent moment, all that mattered was chasing his orgasm, to spill inside her.

"Take it, take it …" he growled under his breath, as his hips sped to a blur and there was no noise apart from the slap of their genitals being thrust together. "Fuck! Coming … Gods!"

He ejaculated, his hips jerking his orgasm from the end of his cock as they had done in the lab earlier that day. Tightening his fingers around her rump to ensure they did not lose contact, he continued to thrust until he was sure that every last drop had been deposited.

Stroking her arse, he gently removed his prick from inside her, casting a cleansing charm to deal with the mess that was smeared over them both, including around his face and mouth. Once done, he pulled her to stand straight, and turned her around to face him, searching her eyes with his own.

-xxx-

Professor Snape held her head with both hands, his eyes flashing volcanic black with desire that she could clearly read, despite her lack of experience. The compulsion was still there, and she suspected her own was, too.

Desire begets desire. The more you have, the more you want.

He leaned in towards her, his mouth meeting hers for the first time since they'd been in the darkness of his bed. She could not help but sigh in pleasure as her lips remembered what her mind had forgotten, the soft agility of his movements as he began to move his mouth, teasing her kisses from her, angling her head so that he could plunder her deeper. This was Snogging – the professional version, and he soon had her gasping, eagerly offering her tongue for him to take, and tangle it with his own, forgetting just who it was that she was kissing.

The rapier sharp tongue that was so often used to wound and belittle, was sweeping to every corner of her mouth as if trying to commit it to memory. He rolled his tongue around hers in a frantic spiral, possessing her entirely.

At length, he pulled back from her, once again searching her face.

"Sir? Why are you …?"

"Sssh," he interrupted, putting a finger to her lips. "Do not ask me questions that I am not ready to answer."

He lifted her up, guiding her legs to wrap around his slim waist and her arms to encircle his neck before returning his mouth to its endeavours in kissing her. He began to walk with her in his arms, still snogging, across the office and through the concealed door in the panelled wall that led to his bedchamber. Kicking it open, he stepped alongside his huge, four-poster bed, and set her down on the floor.

The room was dark, and with a wave of his hand he lit the fire in the small grate, providing the chamber with both heat and light. Another gesture and the quilt was pulled back, and with a third, he divested them both of every stitch of clothing. Hermione felt her eyes widen not in alarm, but in pleasured surprise.

"We have several hours before we need to be at Grimmauld Place, and I would suggest that sleep is wise. We are both also brimming with the compulsion, so let us deal with both issues at the same time?"

She nodded, and he folded himself into the bed, pulling her in alongside him.

"Come here, Granger."

They rolled towards each other, seemingly both keen to resume their snogging session, and with a hand that slipped to her bare breast, he returned his lips to hers, those full lips that surprised her with their warmth, skill and passion. It was only when their mouths were exhausted that they stopped kissing and fell into slumber, each wrapped tightly around the other.

-xxx-

Severus awoke slightly before the Tempus charm he had set to wake them shortly before they needed to leave for Grimmauld Place. It wasn't so much a natural awakening, more a pleasured shock as he slid back into consciousness realising that Granger's hand was gently wanking his cock.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and he could hear his voice was rusty with the few hours of sleep they'd had.

"I can't help it," she answered. "I just … need to."

"How much do you need?"

"More than this, I think," she answered, a note of helplessness in her in tone.

He was fucking exhausted. The whole episode over the desk earlier had knackered him out in a way he hadn't been in years, and they didn't have much time before they needed to leave. However, they could not attend the meeting with a grumbling compulsion, they would be on the back foot before they even got there.

"Come here, over me."

"What?"

"Don't be ignorant, Granger. Get on top."

With only a little hesitation, she rose to her knees, and threw one leg over his body. He manoeuvred her into place so that she was sitting astride his hips, his erection pressed tightly to her hot pussy. The golden light of the fire silhouetted her body perfectly – this stunning young witch, naked and sitting atop him, curly hair tumbling down her shoulders and a look of high arousal in her beautiful eyes … well, he was hard pushed to remember that none of this was real. In the real world, were she not compelled, it certainly wouldn't be on his cock that Hermione Granger would be sitting.

"Kneel up."

She did so, and he slipped his hand between her legs and guided his cock inside her, and she pushed herself down on it instinctively. Fuck, he was in deep, it was like she had swallowed him whole. Granger must feel it too, for she closed her eyes and drew in a long breath.

"Are you in pain?"

"No. It's just so … deep. You feel so big inside me."

He could not help the juvenile smirk that crept to his face, and she returned it, realising what she had said.

"Thank you for the compliment," he replied, "and yes, different positions will vary the angle and depth of penetration. It is too much for you?"

"I'm fine. Hold on, let me …"

A look of intense concentration replaced the smile on her face as she began to experiment with movement – undulating her hips, bobbing up and down, rubbing against him. He didn't care what she did; it all felt fucking fantastic. He was content to lie back and watch her fuck him, fuck herself nearer to her own peak. If he'd thought over the desk had been sublime, this was outstanding in a completely different way.

They were no doubt going to be late, but it was so difficult to force himself to care whilst in this position.

At length, her movements found their rhythm, and he felt himself being driven higher. He couldn't help but pull her forwards to lay her breasts against his bare chest, and he again captured her lips with his own, pushing his tongue straight into her mouth and feeling her respond passionately and energetically.

Severus slid his hands down her body and gripped a tight hold of her hips, guiding her in the rocking motion that would push him over the edge of his climax. He was moaning into her mouth as she picked up the movement, thrusting her wet cunt repeatedly up and down his cock.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, breaking the kiss and propping herself up on her hands. "Oh! I think I'm going to …"

She changed the angle and fucked him like a witch possessed. He could do nothing but watch the amazing visual from the comfort of his pillow as she climaxed around his penis, the surprise in her eyes clear to see.

Holy shitballs, he was lost.

A stunning young woman fucking herself to orgasm on the end of his cock? Yes, please.

Her final motions wrung out the last vestiges of his control, and he came mere seconds after she had, shooting inside her as she was still gasping in orgasm. It was as close to a simultaneous completion as he'd ever had.

-xxx-

Fifteen minutes after midnight, they were standing on the hearth of the main fire in his office. Slightly awkward after their second bout of sex that evening, Hermione had summoned her bag and leapt out of bed to dress in the spare clothes that she'd brought with her – she didn't fancy a second trip to Grimmauld in nothing but a Transfigured bathrobe, no shoes and no underwear. She had jeans, jumper, boots and all necessary underwear items in her bookbag, all ready to put on for this meeting.

Snape redressed himself in his usual white shirt and black trousers, although she couldn't help but notice with a shiver that he'd foregone his underpants. After he had pulled on his black boots, she was surprised to see that he did not add his usual tailored frock coat, but instead opened a heavy drawer in a tall chest to select a black wool jumper, which he put on over the shirt. It was ever-so-slightly more casual and suitable for a midnight meeting.

He had called Lupin through the Floo, and Remus had opened the connection so that they could walk through. Immediately they entered, Hermione saw far more people than she had been expecting.

Remus was there of course, as was Kingsley, and a woman she presumed must be his wife, Audrina. However, there was also Fleur. Fleur! She leapt across the room and embraced the Frenchwoman, who returned her hug with affection and a few tears.

There was also another witch in the room. A witch who was rising to her feet a little stiffly, and heading towards where Professor Snape stood on the hearth, a wary expression on his unsmiling face.

"Severus," Professor McGongall started. "I have greatly wronged you. I believed that you had betrayed Albus and the Order, and returned to the Death Eaters. Albus insisted I should trust you, whatever happened, but I did not. Remus and I have been correspondents the last fortnight, he has explained the circumstances of Albus' death and the arrangement that had been made between you. That was exceptionally brave, Severus, but it left you without an ally or friend in the world. Remus has also advised me of your continuing self-sacrifice to protect Miss Granger from abuse, and I only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me, for we have only each other left, those of us here in this room."

It seemed like every occupant of the Grimmauld Place kitchen was holding their breath.

"Thank you, Minerva. It is indeed a comfort to know that you have changed your opinion of me, but let me assure you that I do not blame you. Albus' plan for my persecution was absolute. Let us not dwell on the past, but instead move forward with the resources that we have. I will share all the information that I have gleaned from my meetings with the Dark Lord so that we may use this knowledge to its most advantageous effect."

Everyone nodded, and found themselves a place around the large wooden table in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, a house that was now her home and property, being used once again as Headquarters. Hermione settled down next to Fleur at one end of the table, who seemed reluctant to let go of her hand, and the Shacklebolts were seated together opposite Remus, who was joined either side by Snape and McGonagall.

"Voldemort now has followers in more places than just the Ministry, although that is his biggest station. He has a Death Eater heading up each of the key departments, and although Umbridge is not a Death Eater, she has some very dubious ideals and anti-Muggle leanings that suggest she is a dangerous individual to be in the role of Minister."

McGongall snorted, her hatred of Dolores Umbridge being well-documented.

"Vicious little troll," she grumbled, "I for one wish the centaurs had finished her off. Nothing but trouble."

"Our one hope is that since she is not Imperiused, as Thicknesse was," Snape continued, "that there may come a time where her own agenda may skew from the Dark Lord's."

"What are you saying, that they could oppose each other?" Lupin asked, visibly perking up at the thought.

"I believe it could be a possibility. Both are power-hungry, and equally deranged. However, in sheer magical skill, Umbridge would not pass muster against the Dark Lord. But I cannot deny such a struggle would prove interesting," Snape replied.

"Remus has explained to us about the Horcruxes, Severus, whilst waiting for yourself and Hermione to arrive," interjected Kingsley, during the pause in the conversation. "We all understand that the snake needs to be killed first, before an attempt on Voldemort's life can be made."

"Miss Granger, along with Potter and Weasley, have made a valiant effort to identify and destroy the other Horcruxes."

"Hermione, please, Severus," chided Lupin. "We are not in school, and Hermione is on an equal level with the rest of us. We should all be on a first-name basis, insofar as our work here goes."

Snape lifted his eyes to meet hers, and she could almost see their sexual encounters being played out before her, as if they were at the front of his mind. His eyes really were incredible. It was like their blackness burned into the very depths of her soul.

"Hermione it is, then," he conceded, not dropping his gaze.

"Thank you, Severus," she replied, finding it intensely personal to be using his given name, and having a mad thought about whether it would be appropriate to use it with his head between her legs.

The slight blush that had spread to her face had not gone unnoticed, as he raised an eyebrow at her, as if he had a question. He had noticed. He noticed everything.

"'Ow do you suggest we kill ze snake?"

Fleur was sitting bolt upright now, her hands clasped on the table and seemingly keen to take action.

"I initially believed that task would fall to me, during a Death Eater meeting, but now I am not so sure. Remus has explained that Nagini is being magically caged?"

They all nodded.

"He will need to let her out soon, lest her health begins to fail from lack of exercise and fresh air. She is his final Horcrux and he cannot risk her dying from natural causes. It will be a case of establishing a pattern of his movements, so having Order members stationed in places where he is likely to visit, will help with this."

"I understand you wish me to return to the Ministry?" Kingsley asked, his face grave.

"I do not know who else can be stationed there," Lupin answered, "we can only hope that you were not noticed at the battle of Hogwarts."

"Keeping a very low profile at the Ministry whilst protecting the Muggle prime minister has helped me," he replied. "I was not often in the office once the Death Eater were there in force, and I hope I am fairly forgettable. I shall attempt to return to my role in the Auror office, stating that I was injured and unable to work. Audrina works at St Mungo's and is going to procure me some Healing notes to confirm this."

"I shall return to Gringotts," Fleur stated simply, surprising everyone.

"Fleur, you cannot …" began Lupin, but she quickly silenced.

"Non! I cannot sit at 'ome and do nothing. My job at ze bank, it eet easy. The goblins liked Bill, and they like me too. I shall colour my 'air so that I am not recognisable from ze battle. A lot of secret information can be 'eard at Gringotts. Ze goblins, zey do not care for wizards. They care only for zemselves."

"You will be a valuable source of information," Snape agreed, nodding his head towards Fleur.

"So, I am to be the useless one, the one who hides indoors, whilst others do the work," Remus said, sadly.

"Do not be self-sacrificing, Lupin, it does not suit you. I have no intention of watching you become the next Sirius Black, who could have saved himself had he not been so desperate for adventure. You will co-ordinate the Order from here, and keep yourself safe, for if I am not mistaken, there is a small boy who will need his father, once all this is over."

Everyone remained silent, for the truth had been spoken, loud and clear.

And with that tacit agreement, the third incarnation of the Order of the Phoenix was established, with Severus Snape very firmly at the helm.