Dangerous efforts.

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This is the last chapter of Dangerous Efforts.

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Chapter 10: Don’t Lie To Me.


“Did you like seeing me that way?” The dangerous, icy and sneering words came from the shadows. Hermione jumped and turned around. There he stood, starting to walk toward her from his safe dark spot, arms crossed menacingly across his broad chest, and the look on his face a mixture of revulsion and anger. Never had she seen her Professor Snape so gloriously beautifully angry.. She stood, rooted to the floor not able to say a word.

“What you did tonight was the stupiest thing you could have done, Miss Granger. Not to mention that I hadn’t expected that kind of behaviour from you, of all people.” Hermione\'s blood warmed at the timber of his voice, the voice alone seduced her after her day spent in his youthful company. Shaking like an autunm leave about to be separated from the branch it grew upon she inhaled his familiar yet different scent. It was torturous to see him so soon, Hermione ranted in her mind. She needed time to separate her feelings for the two different people in her life who were Severus Snape.

In his deep baritone Snape continued, his words cascading over her like a thunderous waterfall, pummeling her deeper and deeper into despair, “Professor McGonagall is out, probably the whole night, so we have the time to discuss the whole matter. Sit down!” he said with a sneer, pointing his long and slightly crooked finger towards a chair. He sat down behind the desk and rested his elbows contemplatively on the smooth wooden suface of the desk.

Hesitation only for a moment, Hermione did what he ordered her to do. She sank to the upholstered chair thankfully. She wasn\'t sure how long she could have remained standing anyway. She cast her eyes about the room, looking anywhere but at the man, who had been the boy she loved.

“Tell me, Miss Granger,\" Snape said his tone laced with venom, \"Why did you go back in time to see ...THAT?\" The look of rage that crossed his face was unmistakeable. He continued, his self control reasserting itself, smoothing his features into his umpennetratable mask. \"Are you as clever as I thought, or are you the biggest Dunderhead I’ve ever met?\" Eyes glittering maliciously he continued. \" Even bigger than the Potters and Black?” he finished, his sarcastic tone leaving no mistake the meaning of his words. Hermione was surprised to hear him say, albeit back-handedly, that he found her clever. Hermione pulled her thoughts back together, and finding her Gryffindor courage looked him in the eyes.

“I went back in time… to see if James really was capable to do something so horrible and humiliating like what he did to you. I did it for Harry, sir.”

Now it was Snape who was surprised. Did she say she was horrified by his humiliation? He hid it well though because she couldn’t know he did have feelings. Snape\'d wondered briefly if she hated him as he always assumed she had. There was something in her eyes, trying to discern here fee feelings was beyond him this evening.

“You expect me to believe, Miss Granger, that you didn’t enjoy seeing me hanging there? ” Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor he ommitted the state of his undress. “Can you say that without blinking, Miss Granger?” Remarkably his voice had softened, lost it\'s sharp bite and was so much like the youth she had enjoyed her time with today. The sound was comforting to her ears. She sighed and looked Snape in the eyes.

“No, I didn’t enjoy even a tiny bit, sir. I fully understand your position toward James and the rest.”she couldn’t tell him what she did with the younger Snape in the Room of Requirement. He would most certainly kill her personally, if not expel her. But, something in his black eyes told her he knew something more had happened.

“Do you know the full meaning of a Pensieve, Miss Granger?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard her last sentence.

“Uhm yes, I believe I do.” She answered not knowing what to think of this question.

“Please do inform me what you know about it.” he snapped at her idly drawing abstract forms on the smooth desk with his fingertips. Herm, di, distracted by his actions was having a hard time concentrating.

*think Hermione, think. * \'Don’t look at his soft hands\'. Focusing, she brought forth all the information she had filed away when she had read about Pensieves last year. She had become interested in pensieves after Harry had told her what he had seen in Dumbledore’s Pensieve.

“Let’s see. The owner puts their memories in it so they will have a less stressful life. The memories float as a foggy substance and when someone touches it with their wand, he or she can find the particular memory that is needed…” Snape nodded a ‘yes’ and let her continue. “Further er… ah yes, “ she began not willing to look at his hands. “Like what happened with Harry. When another person, other than the person whose memories are stored are touched, the memory he wishes to see will entrap them. Once the voyeur is contained in the memory, he may only escape with the memory owner.”

Hermione sighed and looked at Snape whose eyebrow was held upward in an arrested expression. “Oh, I forgot to mention that no one in the memory can see you when you’re in it. That’s why Harry couldn’t help you when…”

“Enough!” Snape bellowed. “Do not ever speak of that again, do you understand me, Miss Granger?”
Snape was very angry having been reminded of his humilitation. Now, there were at least three people other than Lupin and Black who knew. Only Black was dead so he didn’t count any more.

“How did you find out about this? Mister Potter must have told you, although he swore he wouldn\'t.” Snape\'s control was beginning to slip.

“No he didn’t tell me. That is, not until I came back tonight.” She lied again.

“Then how the hell did you find out!” He roared in demand. She turned slightly pink.

*SHIT* she thought. And then she knew,

“I wanted to get to know the old Sirius and Remus, sir.” She looked Snape right in the eyes and saw him flinch at hearing their names again.

“It wasn’t exactly the purpose to see all of this.” Snape stood and strolled over to where Hermione sat. He bent down and stopped only a few inches from her face. He looked dangerous.

“Bullshit!!!” he whispered very silkily and eyed her. Hermione swallowed.

“And because…” she hasitated.

“Speak up, silly girl!” he growled.

“And because I wanted to get a better picture of Lily and James to understand Harry better… sir.” She sighed as if to say ‘now you know’. Snape bent his head toward her again.

“What have you changed about the past?” he raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘do not lie to me’ and narrowed his eyes.

Hermione jumped almost off her chair in shock and sat suddenly in a whole other position. Her sore muscles ached and Snape saw it.

“What’s wrong with your body? Did you fall oe fle floor in the Astronomy Tower when you returned there?” The satisfaction on his face while saying this was very frightning for Hermione. *How the hell does he know where I used the bloody Time-Turner?*

“No.”was her very short answer. Snape knew she told the truth. His angry glare faded a bit and he decided she had been through enough. He already knew what had happened back there.

“You see, Miss Granger…” he bagan suddenly, not sounding cold and hateful any more but rather, well sexy. “I have a Time-Turner too.” Hermione swallowed and tried to breath as normal as possible, but failed horribly.

“I know.” Snape stretched his back and began pacing around her chair.

“How?”

“You told me yourself.” She answered a bit more secure. He is as much a criminal as I am, she thought and grinned shortly. Snape looked surprised. *why would he ever tell a Gryffindor he had a Time-Turner? It was illegal to have one not registered. Then he saw it, right there on her old-fashioned robes.

“Slytherin, of course.”he said and stood still. “Why didn’t I see that there outside while watching you act.” Hermione bent her head, facing Snape.

“You were there?” she said in disbelieve. “I didn’t see you.” Her face reddened again, not sure if it was out of frustration or shame.

“That’s the meaning of using a Time-Turner, Miss Granger. You should know that since your third year.”
He had a devillish grin on his lips. * he knows that too?* “I stood behind the dark bushes behind your bench. What I saw surprised me, though… Why did you help me when I hung there?” he stood still behind her chair,waiting for an answer. Hermione felt that something was strange on the land of Denmark, sure the rules of the game had changed, but how?

“I couldn’t stand seeing you hurt and humiliated,\" Snape frowned. What did she care if he got hurt or not? He shook his head, clearing his mind.

“What hapd afd after you and I went inside?” Hermione cringed and blushed.

“You didn’t followed us to…?” she trailed off.

“To where, Miss Granger? I went inside too and saw you and my younger version walking up the stairs. Then I lost sight because of students who were coming my direction and went back to the Astronomy Tower to wait until you showed up again. Why did you for Merlin’s sake kiss me and why did you for pray tell Obliviate me?” his voice was stern and demanding, but he was lying like a schoolboy. He grabbed Hermione’s shoulders and shook her lightly.

“We… oh God… we made love in the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor.” The part about the lovemaking was told under her breath but Snape had heard it. Snape’s grip tightned as he felt aroused again. Only to think of the sight of him and Hermione making love in his memory made his trousers too tight. .

“I don’t believe you.” He shook her harder only to feel his groin harden even more. “Tell me the thruth!” he shouted although he already knew what had happened. The frustration he felt was only because it wasn’t him who made love to her but his past self.

“We did make love! I-I can prove it.” she said with wet eyes. Tears were finding it’s way out of the corners of her eyes now. Snape regre it it that he had treated her like this, but he didn’t show it.

“First of all, why do you think my body is so sore? Secondly, you have a black serpent tattoo on your left shoulder.” Snape let Hermione’s shoulders go and stepped away from her abruptly. Almost tripping on the edge of the rug behind him, he pitched forward as Hermione got out of her chair to face him. Hermione grabbed him by his shoulders just in time. He staggered against her, his chest pressed tightly against her breasts. She held him up only long enough for him to regain his footing.
Their eyes locked. All his anger faded within seconds. Hermione looked beautifuen wen with puffy red eyes. She caressed his chest without knowing it. Snape felt his response to her carresses and eased away from her.

“Miss Granger?” he whispered, his tone a carress to her frayed nerves. . She didn’t seem to hear him so he took her free hand in his reacheded it to his lips and softly kissed it.

“Miss Granger... Hermione… I’m sorry….” With his free hand he reached for her cheek to stroke it.
Her eyes met his, and therein lay a bit of naughtiness in her eyes. Her vagina had responded by sending a wave of heat through her and she was ready for him. Her nipples were hard little pebbles of sensation. Hermione placed one hand behinape\ape\'s head and made him bend to kiss her. She brushed her lips against his, just very briefly. Nonplussed, Snape didn’t know how to react. She was still his student, and a Gryffindor for Gods sake (but legally of age). Should he continue the kiss, must he stop right here and now? Before it was too late?

“Miss… Hermione what are you doing to me?” Hermione looked up and kissed him again.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, professor. It was you all along who I wanted.” She whispered and ran her hand through his hair.

“Hermione, I’m your professor and…” Hermione kissed his words away and whispered,

“You’re my professor. You’re older. I’m a Gryffindor, you’re a Slytherin. Who cares about that now? I’m old enough to make my own decisions, unleyou you don’t want me.” She said with disappointment in her voice as tears welled up in her corners. Snape took her head in his hands.

“Don’t want you? Silly girl, all I wanted for the last couple of weeks was you, even now that you have messed up my past, but…”

“No buts. Make love to me now, please.” She whispered.

She saw the disire in his eyes as a positive answer. He must be feeling the same as she felt right now. Snape took his wand out of his robes and summoned everything from McGonagall’s desk. He lay Hermione down on it and began slowly undoing her from her ‘Slytherin’ robes.

“Nice robes.” He whispered in her ear before taking her earlobe between his lips and sucked on it. Hermione gasped in pleasure. *He surely knows how to pleasure a woman* she thought and closed her eyes. Only now Hermione realized she still had the old-fashioned robes on. She grinned.

“Even the younger you knew I were a Gryffindor. These robes diddn’t hid my true identity.” Snape’s lips curled.

“You, Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, will always be my special sexy Slytherin.” He teased and kissed her once more fully on the lips. He started to undo her from her robes and she helped him by pulling her back up so he could get rid of her robe and shirt. She wore pink panties with a matching bra. In the ‘old days one didn’t wear skirts, trousers and t-shirts under their robes.

“Wow, nice colour.” He said and kissed his way down to her still covered breasts. “But, how does it work?” snape had never unhooked a bra before. Usually he just tore it off his victims or used his wand. Hemione took his hands in hers and helped him unhook it.

“As for the rest, you know how it works, I presume?” she kissed him light on the lips and started to undress him now. It was only a matter of seconds before he too was bare naked.

“Are you really sure about this? I mean, what about boys your own age?” Hermione looked him in his beautiful dark eyes and and gave a soft giggle.

“I have to admit, you were already very sexy when you were my age… But I’ve always fancied older men.” She blushed a bit and Snape took her in his arms and got on top of her.

“In that case…. Farewell young Severus!” he grinned shiftily and spread her legs to pull off her panties. Her clit was already swollen and the brush of his hands while pulling down her nickers made her moan. Snape kissed her, his tongue delving into her innermost recesses, before moving on to her neck, the hollow of her clavicle, worshipping each inch of flesh he crossed. He worked steadily towards her pebble hard nipples drawn so tightly together, gently he sucked one into his warm mouth, the heat radiating pleasure along every nerve ending. A moan of pleasure escaped Hermione\'s lips. This was heaven, if this was a dream, she never wanted to wake! Snape teased her by nibbling on one and squeezing the other one between his index finger and thumb. She moaned in pleasure.

She could feel his hard cock pressing in her softness. Knowing the pleaure it would bring her, she shifted under him, alligning their bodies for a perfect fit.

“At least now I won’t hurt you and have to pull back before thrusting in again.” Snape said under his breath. Hermione looked up.

“How did yoow yow you hurt me that much? And how did you know you pulled out and continued after swearing at me that I still were a virgin?” she asked in a very demanding I-want-to-know way. Snape flushed deeply, he was unused to being questioned in such a manner.

“Uhm,…” was all he could stammer. He was so horny he couldn’t think straight any more. After a good ten seconds he sighed and nodded his head.

“Well?” she said and squeezed his hard nipple which made him jerk while he held her so intimately. .

“I changed myself into the young me and deflowered you myself. That’s why I was late for the OWL-test.” He tried to laugh painfully and was sure she would be very angry at him for not telling the truth. To his surprise she smiled at him and stroked his hair behind his ear.

“Why am I not surprised?”she said with an evil grin on her face. “But, can we finally make love? I dearly want to know if the ‘old’ man is capable of doing the same things the ‘boy’ did this afternoon.”she teased.

“Watch me!” he said and thrust inside her like he did earlier that day. Hermione gripped the sided of the desk, meeting his powerful thrust with one of her own. She was sure his cock filled her in a way that no other man could. Snape placed one hand between them moving his elegant fingers adeptly so he could pleasure her as much as she was pleasuring him.

Hermione felt the pressure building inside as the thrusts becameter ter and harder. Snape watched her building up to orgasmn. He enjoyed the expressions that flitted accross her features as he buried himself within her over and over. Hermione\'s hips clasped against his with each thrust in and out. He took satisfaction from her cries of pleasure he was tearing out of her mouth as he fucked her mercilessly. His member pounded her harder and deeper. Snape sped up driving his own orgasmn closer. Wanting the sweet release he could feel ready to unfurl from her body Snape couldn’t hold it back any more and gave everything he had.

“Thrust…harder…deeper. I w-want..to feel you..dee-per.”Hermione gasped.

“Ohh, Yesss!\" he yelled as he ejaculated into her tightness. Hermione followed him into orgasmn and screamed his name as if she were in danger. Snape collapsed on top of her, still intimately buried in her. He was too tired, and he loved the tight feeling too much. Hermione orgasmn lasted almost a minute. Her muscles kept stroking Snapes\' shaft, which remained hard. Their breathing was very laboured. Their chests touched each other every time they breathed. When Hermione’s orgasm abated, Snape finally withdrew from her and sat up.

“Oh my sweet Merlin! This was even better than the first time we made love.” He smiled down at his young lover who sat up to and pulled him in a deep kiss.

“So…,” he said after ending their kiss. “Who’s better? Mister Snape or your sexy Potions Master!”

THE END.