Once Severus had helped her reach her peak, he untangled himself from her and headed to the loo. Hermione stared after him dazed and confused. To her knowledge, he did not satisfy himself and yet caressed her until she felt more pleasure than she thought imaginable.

She reminisced about those skillful fingers until she heard the shower start.

He really wasn't going to finish. She felt her face flush at how wanton she'd been and proceeded to find her discarded clothes.

As she stood up she realised that perhaps she could also do with a shower and a small devious part of her told her to just join the man in the shower.

She wanted him physically and it was clear that he did as well. Perhaps if she seduced him he would also be less suspicious of her in the future. She knew that it was wrong but she was only one woman and she was one driven by her body at the moment.

As she walked into the washroom shamelessly naked, Severus peaked out of the shower curtains and looked at her in confusion. But Hermione could not help but focus on the ink black hair that was slicked back and how handsome he seemed. Perhaps it was just lust but she wanted to run her hands all over the man.

"Pray tell, what are you doing here?" he asked in his sternest tone. But his current position was not what one would consider stern.

"Can I… Could I come shower too?" she asked coyly but they both knew she wanted more than just the shower.

"Hermione…" he trailed off exasperated.

"I'll be good," she promised with a smile as she slipped in and Severus simply complied.

She stared at the tall, dark, and very wet and naked man in the shower so close to her and felt herself react to him.

"Do you wish to wash yourself or simply stare?" he teased her lightly.

"Both," she flirted as she lathered some body wash onto her body.

She was lost in thought as she wondered exactly what her motivations were. She found the man so infuriatingly attractive and wanted to touch him. Perhaps it was a lust potion but she doubted it. She was not that oblivious. Most likely, she analysed, it was because of the close confines and her lack of human contact.

And Severus Snape was quite a looker, apparently. She wondered how she's never noticed.

"Have you always looked this handsome?" she asked quietly.

For a moment, Severus thought he'd misheard her. But her blush told him otherwise. What was she playing at?

"What a foolish notion," he frowned at her lightly and spun around so him back was facing her. "Perhaps you could be of use and wash my back."

"Oh- of course," she jumped at the opportunity.

As she washed him she observed the small scatter of scars that were on his back. She wondered where they came from and she ached to make it better. She traces the longest one with her hand and a tingle passed through her. Severus spun around staring at her with curious eyes as he quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower leaving her alone.

Hermione washed up and followed suit.

Just as she entered the room, Severus finished buttoning the last of him many buttons on his black frock coat and looked over to her.

"I will be back at 6. Have a meal prepared," he told her somberly.

"Have a nice outing," Hermione teased in a sing-song voice.

He simply glared at her.

When she heard the front door close and lock, she rushed to the floorboard where the coin was hidden under.

Still alive?

The message read. She hoped it was a joke.

Yes

Moments later a reply.

It's Ron here

Glad to hear

Unharmed?

Yes but with Snape

Prisoner

Yes

Breakout?

Not yet

Info?

Will try

For the first time, Hermione realised that while the coins were great, communication by the coins were painful.

The following sequences of short sentences appeared.

Need to know. People alive. Wands/Olivander. Location of Tom. For coup.

Hermione knew that she would be able to help with where Riddle was.

Possibly Malfoys Manor. Will find out rest. Later. Love you guys.

Hermione knew that she had risked enough time relaying messages to Ron and left the coin back into the floorboard and headed downstairs to look at what supplies were left in the cupboards.

Fortunately, there was enough supplies for her to make a simple pasta and turnovers for desert. She wasn't sure why, but once she had everything under control in the kitchen, she had the odd urge to bake Severus something sweet.

She was not oblivious to her situation and her feelings. She knew she was here as a captive and that she had to get out. But a small part of her simply enjoyed not being in a dingy cell and not being tortured. Instead here she was in a small little kitchen baking turnover for a man who gave her wonderful orgasms. But it wouldn't be turnovers and orgasms forever, and she knew that. Soon, inevitably the coup would happen and she would either be dead or free of Severus.

Severus Snape, her fearsome old Potion's Professor. A spy for the Order. Dumbledore's killer. Her captor. He was also a complex man with a past she knew nothing of. He had scars on his back and he always looked shocked when Hermione wanted to touch him or kiss him. A part of her wanted to heal the broken man.

He had taken advantage of her at first yet he kept her safe for the most part. She was warm and sated in a cozy little house. She wondered where his loyalties lied but knew that she would probably never know. For now, he was a man she lived with and help power over her yet he didn't abuse it or her.

Instead he made her feel like a woman and gave her pleasure beyond her wildest imaginations. She wasn't a prude and had read about the physical dynamics between men and women. However, with the war raging and only Ron as a potential suitor, she didn't have much practical experience until now.

And now she wanted more.

But for now, the turnovers were done and she best set the table. If situations were different, Hermione would have enjoyed the domesticity of the scene as she hummed a tune while making the table. But she knew that the man felt nothing more but lust for her and possibly pity.

When Severus was still not home by 7 in the afternoon Hermione began to worry about him and then about herself. If Severus died, what would that mean for her? Perhaps she would be freed from his wards and she could go find Harry. Or maybe they would come and collect her only to give her to the next most loyal subject.

She began pacing and fixing small things around the kitchen as she peaked at the door every so often. When at 7:23, the door swung open, Hermione couldn't help but beam when she saw Severus walk in. She tried to tell herself it was because she did not want to be passed off.

"You're back!" she walked over to help him with the parcels he was carrying. Had she looked at his face and was not so concerned about the parcels she might have noticed the look of surprise on his face which morphed to amusement.

"An astute observation," he said sarcastically but with no real bite. Instead he smelled the air and appeared content. "Smells delicious."

"Food is ready when you are," she let him know as she moved the parcels to the small table by the door.

"Thank you," he mumbled a little unaccustomed to having someone around when he returned and decided to proceed as he usually would when he got home from shopping.

He moved to take most of the parcels down to his lab to be sorted at a later time. While he did this, Hermione seemed to have vanished. He was a little uncomfortable with this new development between them. She was less subdued now than when she first came and she seemed to even seek out his touch. New she would be asking him about his day and baking him cookies.

It was only when Hermione made him tea and brought him over a turnover that Severus' mind clicked as to exactly what was going on.

He knew it was too good to be true but he couldn't fault her.

"So how was your day?" she asked him innocently. "Where did you go?"

So he indulged her and played into her little game. He told her anything she wanted easily and gave her any information she needed.

The potion was almost done and soon this would all be over he thought as Hermione gave a little yawn and stretched. Perhaps he should cherish these odd moments with the little woman that now invaded his space.

"Perhaps it is time for bed," he told her decidedly as he stood. When she looked at him expectantly he added, "I will join you once I have sorted the ingredients."

"Good night Severus," she bid him as she leaned towards him and dropped a kiss onto his cheek. She wasn't quite sure what urged her to do it but she knew deep down inside that Severus Snape was good. He had to be.

A/N- Hello! I hope you enjoy this story so far. Unfortunately I lost the plot a while back so this is just me making things up as we go.

So if you would like something to happen or have ideas for this story, please let me know! I will try to keep this story short though.