Author's Note:

This was posted on AO3 first. I haven't posted on here in years but I figured I'd give it a shot. If it's a pain in the ass I'm not doing it again. Also, editing on this site is still a pain in the ass so if there's a fuck up then it's staying. Idk what to tell you.

This is exactly what it says on the tin. If you choose to read it then you can read this warning too, so don't bitch at me about it if you decide not to listen.

I pretty much wrote this just to prove that I could honestly. That and hey, if anyone ships this then quite frankly they deserve more work, this tag is depressingly empty. I mean, for fucks sake there's more of Hermione/Voldemort than this, what gives?

Yes Dumbledore is a bit OOC, I got as close as I could but realistically... it shouldn't be surprising. He's also a lot harder to write than I expected. I did my best, but holy shit guys.

Fun fact: apparently screen readers pronounce "cum" as "coom". That's why I spell it come instead.

Finally, despite all my best efforts to use British terms instead of American ones, at the end of the day I am American and therefore I'm gonna miss some stuff. So to my native Brit readers, I'm sorry. I did my best.

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name...

"Miss Granger, please stay," came Professor Snape's bored voice as the seventh year potions class was dismissed. Harry gave her a questioning look as he left the classroom, but Hermione simply shrugged at him. She had no idea.

When the door closed and the room was empty save the two of them Professor Snape stood without a word and opened the door to his office, beckoning her inside. Hermione swallowed her nerves and followed him inside, turning to face him in surprise when she felt a silent incantation sweep the room around her, guaranteeing privacy.

"As you are not yet a full member of the Order, I am defying direct orders by sharing this information with you," he began, "but time is running out and we have no other solutions. Do not interrupt until I am done."

Hermione nodded once, and resisted the urge to fidget.

"The Dark Lord has devised and now successfully enchanted the headmaster with a very specific curse that he designed exclusively for Albus. Perhaps in time we could figure out how to lift it, but unfortunately that is time we simply do not have, as this curse will kill him within the next day or two. He has accepted his fate, but I have not."

Professor Snape took a deep breath and continued.

"The nature of the curse is thus: the headmaster is required to have sexual intercourse with a student of Hogwarts, or he will die. The purpose of this is psychological torture of the highest degree. In the mind of the Dark Lord, Albus must rape one of his students if he wishes to survive. The Dark Lord assumes that Albus will satisfy the terms of the curse because he is incapable of understanding that not everyone is afraid to die, as he is."

He held up one finger to her, as though to stop the questions she had not yet opened her mouth to voice. In her mind, Hermione had already made her decision.

"Before you accept, which I am absolutely certain you are planning to, you need to consider not only your own feelings on the matter but also the headmaster's. He will be horrified regardless, but if you feel even the slightest hint of reluctance he will never forgive himself. Furthermore, you will not be able to hide anything from him. Nobody knows this, including Albus himself, but he is the best legilimens in the world. The assumption is that the Dark Lord is, but as I am the only person stupid enough to attempt to lie to both of them, I know that Albus is better. I am the only person I know of who can lie to the Dark Lord without him knowing, but even I cannot successfully lie to Albus. He always knows. So as I stated, if you feel a single shred of reluctance you need to tell me. If you do, a minimal obliviate will erase this conversation from your mind and you will be able to go forward without feeling any guilt.

"I know that the idea of being obliviated is an incredibly violating one, but that choice would also be one made for Albus, not yourself. I am fully aware that I am using your very selfless, very Gryffindorish nature to manipulate you but with his life at stake I feel no remorse for doing so. I will remind you once more, choose carefully."

Hermione took a breath and met Snape's eyes when she spoke.

"I accept. Without giving more information than absolutely necessary, the nature of it is... not unappealing."

She tried not to blush, but she could tell that she failed miserably as her neck heated up. Thankfully, Snape didn't react at all.

"Next, an invasive question but a necessary one nonetheless. Are you a virgin?"

"No sir."

"Thank Merlin for small mercies," she heard him mutter to himself. "He has been under the effects of this curse for more than a day now. His willpower is second to none, but I doubt that even he will be capable of restraining himself. Despite his age he is remarkably strong. Once the curse has lifted you will also need to find a way to alleviate his guilt, as he will no doubt view the act as rape. I do not know how to change his mind on the matter, you will be entirely on your own."

"I understand, sir. I accept."

Professor Snape nodded once, then reached into a pocket and pulled out two potion vials that he offered her. "You will, of course, recognize this one for pain. I doubt the other will be needed due to the nature of the curse, but I would rather be thorough. It is to assist with performance, if necessary."

Hermione pocketed them and nodded, then turned toward the fireplace and reached for the floo powder.

"You will be going to the headmaster's sitting room, and for the love of Merlin girl, use his first name."

She nodded one last time before throwing the handful of powder and speaking her destination, then whirled away.

Hermione took very little note of the room she stepped into except that it was empty, and she could only assume that he would be in his bedroom. The door to his office stood slightly ajar and through the gap, she could see the pensieve on his desk.

The pensieve! Hermione slipped silently into the office and picked it up carefully, shocked by how light it was. She ignored the stares from the portraits around her as she retreated, closing and warding the door behind her. For good measure, she used a silencing charm too.

She carefully set the pensieve down on a small table and shed her robes and clothing without preamble. With a considering look toward the pensieve, she transfigured her plain bra and knickers into a deep burgundy silk-and-lace, and gave the fingernails on both hands a quick tap with her wand to make them the slightest bit sharper. As one final step, she cast a nifty little charm on herself that made her just a bit more sensitive, thereby making it much easier to orgasm. She hoped it would be reassuring to him if she got off a time or two.

She prayed silently that the curse was strong enough to keep him from noticing just how bad her over the top seduction was bound to be. With her wand and the two potions in her hand and her heart galloping in her chest, Hermione opened the only other door in the room and entered.

Albus was laying on his bed, but the moment the door opened his sharp blue eyes snapped to her, and then he was rushing across the room to her. She took notice that he was wearing only his dressing gown when he stopped himself just shy of pinning her against the door, and she saw a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"You cannot be here Miss Granger," he demanded in a shaky voice. "I won't be able to stop myself."

Plucking up every last bit of courage she possessed and pressed her index finger to his lips. "My name is Hermione, Albus. Also, I don't want you to stop yourself."

She tugged gently on the sash of his dressing gown so that it fell open and reached down to trail her fingers softly over his skin, making him gasp. With another surge of bravery Hermione went up on her toes and replaced her finger against his lips with her own. Both of his hands grasped her with bruising force and she melted against him.

Albus wrenched himself away from her then, and she could see his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. She dropped her wand and the potions behind her and followed him, taking him by the hand as she moved toward his bed. She reached down and touched him again and he groaned, whether with pain or pleasure she couldn't tell. Hermione used the hand that still held his to pull him close, chest to chest with her.

"I know you're afraid Albus," she spoke softly, then moved her mouth closer to his ear to finish, "but I can promise you that being fucked by the most powerful wizard in the world is going to be the sexiest thing I'll ever experience."

His restraint finally broke, she was quite sure it was the word fucked that had done the trick. She found herself all but thrown back onto his bed, and a second later his weight was upon her, her lips being crushed by his as she reached up to tangle his hair into her fists. His hand fumbled toward her knickers and the seams fell apart with the slightest brush of his fingers, her bra following. Her knees fell away from each other and his hips fell between them.

"Trust me Albus, I'm more than ready," she assured him, recognizing his hesitation. He pushed into her brutally and his voice wordlessly echoed around them. Hermione swore and hooked her heels under his arse to pull him closer. The moment he slid inside her, she could see the curse take over completely. His thrusts were fast and much harder than she would have expected him to be capable of, all she could do was wrap her arms around him and dig her nails into his skin.

Her charm worked flawlessly and within only a minute or so she was arching in his arms, raking her fingers across his back when she cried out, her body trembling.

When she finally caught her breath, she whispered ramblings into his ear, not even bothering to keep track of what came out of her mouth while she tried to catch her breath.

It took longer for her second orgasm to begin to build, and she took care to moan his name as it did. When he came it seemed out of nowhere, his thrusts turned jagged and he shouted incoherently. She felt a slight ripple of magic that could only be the curse breaking, and the intensity of his orgasm heightened before it ended. Perhaps it was best that his orgasm came a few seconds before hers, because there was a distinct clarity in his eyes when he stopped moving, prompting her to beg him incoherently.

"Don't stop don't stop!" Hermione demanded, desperately using her legs to pull him in.

With her repeated plea of "Keep going Albus," he obliged, though without the former aggression, and her nails tracked more welts across his back as she came again, harder than the first time. When her head sagged back against the pillow and her legs unclenched from around his hips he stopped, seeming a little dazed when he slipped carefully out of her. His eyes were closed and his face was angled away from her, shame rolling off him in waves.

Hermione kept her arms around him and chose to pretend not to notice his mood shift, just for a few moments.

"Fuck you're incredible, Albus," she told him breathlessly.

"Hermione…" He began, his voice heavy.

On impulse she cupped his face and kissed him softly, hoping that it might say what she couldn't quite find words for just yet.

"Stay here," she whispered. "I've wanted this for months," she continued honestly. "Though granted not with this sort of catalyst in mind."

Albus sunk to the bed on his side next to her, finally opening his eyes slowly. There was still shame etched in the many lines of his face, and she smoothed them out one by one with her thumb.

"I don't know if there's anything I can say that will convince you that you haven't done anything wrong, but I'm determined to make sure you see that I was an eager participant."

"That kind of aggression-"

"Is exactly what I expected," she cut him off. "I knew exactly what I was walking into and I was prepared for it." Hermione wandlessly and silently summoned the pain relief potion, which she was quite proud of, and showed it to him. "See? I don't even need it, but if it would make you feel better I'll take it anyway."

"It would," he confirmed quietly, stopping short of looking her in the eye.

Hermione popped the seal on the small bottle and emptied it in one swallow, then banished it across the room to where the other rested with her wand.

"Although…" she trailed off, considering for a moment before summoning the other potion. "If you're concerned about having been too rough, I've got this if you'd like to show me the alternative."

She tried valiantly not to giggle, but ultimately it was in vain. He took the bottle from her and glared at it, then spoke a single word that promised retribution.

"Severus."

Hermione bit her lip, then summoned her wand and cast her otter.

"I'm quite sure he's going to hex you," she said to it, then flicked her wand and sent it off. A few seconds later a shining silver doe bounded into the room and spoke in Snape's voice.

"So long as he's alive to do it, he can hex me with my own bloody wand if he likes."

Suddenly the coin dropped, and she figured out the answer to something she wasn't even aware she had been wondering.

"Wait a moment! He told me because he already knew I fancied you!" She exclaimed without thinking, bolting upright. A second later she realized what she'd just said aloud and flushed, though another realization followed and she relaxed. "You probably already knew that actually."

Albus chuckled lightly, and the sound was a profound relief to her. She rolled on her side to face him, and a wild jolt of recklessness convinced her to kiss him again. He indulged her for only a moment before breaking away, but she had known he would.

"Being under the effects of a curse is one thing, but without any such circumstance is quite another."

His words said one thing, but the return of the shame in his eyes before he averted them said something else entirely.

"I can tell you don't think it makes a difference," Hermione told him softly. "If you truly don't want to then I won't say another word on it. But if you're conflicted because you do, then perhaps it only counts as one time since we haven't gotten out of bed yet?"

His expression was inscrutable and she waited patiently, idly running her fingers through his pure white hair as she did. She took one of his hands and led it to cup her breast before trailing hers down his side to caress his hip, perhaps reminding him that he was still completely bare in front of her. She could see the conflict warring in his eyes, but when she shifted her leg forward she could tell his interest was beginning to grow. He brushed his thumb across her nipple, seemingly without realizing, and she instinctively pushed into his hand with her eyes fluttering closed.

He did it again, with purpose this time, and she shifted her thighs against each other as her body flooded with arousal again. She clenched her hand where it rested on his hip, fighting the impulse to stroke him back to hardness.

When she heard the distinct pop of the seal a soft, breathy sound escaped her throat. She felt him shift and then his mouth was flush with hers, while his change of position brought him directly into her hand, now completely erect and throbbing.

Hermione guided him completely on top of her and pulled his hips into place, lifting hers to meet him. He slipped in effortlessly, yet he was exceedingly gentle about it. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in deeper, gasping softly with satisfaction.

His thrusts remained gentle, slow enough to drive her mad but steady enough to push her relentlessly to orgasm with his name on her lips.

Albus's breathing was growing harsh and ragged, groaning consistently next to her ear. She turned her head and caught his half-open mouth with hers, tasting his tongue when he kissed her. His thrusts grew faster and harder, though staying strictly controlled through her next orgasm. He throbbed inside her when he came and her eyes were fixed on the way his face relaxed, broken shouts fading to shaky moans.

He braced himself on his forearms and his head dropped forward, making his hair fall into a curtain surrounding them. Hermione let it fall between her fingers, a little sad that she wouldn't get to touch it this way again. Then again, the fact that she got the opportunity at all was amazing so she wasn't about to complain. She wondered if he picked up the edge of that thought when he looked into her eyes, because he took the initiative to kiss her this time. It was long and slow and she savored it, committing it to memory until he pulled away. He slipped out of her and sat back, pulling her up with him. He looked like there were a hundred things he wanted to say, but none of them were coming forth so she chose to fill the silence instead.

"I brought the pensieve in from your office," she told him, "I figured it would be the best way for you to see everything you missed. Including me being complete rubbish at anything resembling seduction," she remarked with a grimace.

"Thank you," he answered, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice. "I don't know if I would have thought of that myself, at least until much later."

Albus pulled on a pair of pajama pants and offered her his dressing gown, which she eagerly accepted simply because it was his. He turned his back to her to open the door just as she was pulling it on, and had to stifle a breath when she saw the array of bright red scratches and welts that littered his back. She followed him out and kicked her discarded clothing to the side in a pile before approaching the pensieve.

He waved his hand at the door to his office and it cracked open just as she closed her eyes, beginning to pull a thread of memories from her temple.

The end of sixth year, when Malfoy had snuck death eaters into the castle and Dumbledore had dueled four of them single handedly, seeming to have no more difficulty than he would if they were first years. She had known he was an incredibly powerful wizard, but the speed at which he cast and the force of the magic he wielded had left her breathless as she watched him, entranced.

A hushed conversation with Ginny, who giggled maniacally when Hermione confessed that she thought his power and confidence were possibly one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen and that yes she absolutely would shag him if given half a chance, countering Ginny's doubts about his ability to perform with an assertion that if he could duel like that at his age then he had to be incredible in bed.

A collection of flickers from different nights with the curtains around her bed silenced, moaning his name while she touched herself. None of those were long, but she strung enough together to make it clear that it was a habit.

The conversation with Professor Snape after potions earlier that afternoon, followed by her arriving through the floo, transfiguring her clothing and stepping into his bedroom. She took her time with the memory of him in the throes of the curse, hoping she could somehow convey how erotic it felt when he held nothing back, ending with her stroking his face while he wrestled with his feelings.

She collected and deposited them one after the other into the pensieve, but when she opened her eyes she felt a thrill of shock down her spine upon seeing Professor Snape with Albus, seemingly confirming that the curse had lifted.

"Not the slightest residue left," Snape confirmed, "Which is truly remarkable with a curse of this magnitude. Clearly it was thoroughly… satisfied," he drawled slowly.

"Severus," Albus rebuked him tiredly.

Hermione crossed her arms and leveled a glare at Snape. "Did you forget a potion earlier?"

He smirked, and the light reflected off the small vial he threw to her. She glanced at it briefly to verify it was the contraceptive and then downed it. She summoned the other two empty vials and flicked the lot of them back to him. Upon realizing that all three were empty he grinned rather wickedly at Albus before turning to leave, but not before throwing a remark back at her.

"Miss Granger, perhaps you should file your nails down."

The moment the door closed behind him, she lifted her middle finger in his direction, then tapped her nails with her wand to reverse the spell. Albus surprised her by laughing and shifting his shoulders, obviously putting the pieces together.

"If I were to look in the mirror, I can only assume I would see…"

"Evidence you made me come four times," she finished evenly, surprising herself. "I wasn't sure how difficult it would be to convince you I enjoyed it."

"Well Hermione, I would say you certainly have," he answered with amusement lacing his tone.

Albus sat next to her on the sofa where she had settled herself, the heat of his side against hers. He summoned the pensieve and bent to look into it. While she waited she found herself idly stroking his hair again. If she was ever within arms reach of him with other people around, she thought she might get herself into trouble.

It took him some time to go through everything, and she found herself to be entirely content waiting, curled up next to him. When he finally finished and sat back she noted that despite his clear efforts to appear unaffected, there was a distinct flush covering the skin of his face not obscured by his beard.

"I must confess, I had assumed you were exaggerating when you told me it had been months."

"Does that help?" Hermione asked him gently. "Quite honestly if anyone took advantage here it would have been me," she confessed. "I-"

"You did not," he countered firmly. "You didn't come here for yourself, you came here because you wanted to save my life and for that, I am grateful."

Hermione nodded, and another thought suddenly crossed her mind which she voiced with a laugh.

"Would it be crass of me to send Voldemort a thank you note?"

Ending Notes:

Title and bold line at the beginning are from the song Guilty As Sin? - Taylor Swift