Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 100 ~ The Taming of Hermione Granger

Once in the corridor, Severus took his wand and disillusioned the witch, then put a silencing spell around them. This only served to piss Hermione off even more and she yanked on his long black locks, only to get a good hard whack on her ass that made her eyes water.

"Pull my hair again, Hermione and you'll get more whacks than that when I get you in my rooms," the Professor growled as he took the shifting stairwells down.

When he reached the main floor, Severus got a number of strange looks from the students. Hermione's shimmer could clearly be seen undulating in the Potions Master over the shoulder hold as he strode quickly through the hall and turned down the dungeon corridor.

"He's kidnapping someone to take into his rooms and torture," said one wide-eyed Hufflepuff witch to her friend as they huddled together and watched the wizard pass.

"Probably to dissect for human parts to use in potions ingredients. Dried heartstrings, powdered liver, stuff like that," her friend said, shuddering.

Severus would have smirked if he had heard them. He liked nothing more than for student to think he was sinister and dangerous. It made them so much easier to handle.

The Potions Master walked up to his office door, unwarded it and went in, Hermione hanging dejectedly over his shoulder. She stopped struggling when he whacked her, and now just glared sullenly. Severus opened the wall to his study, walked in and warded it very securely. He removed the disillusionment and silencing spells and put the witch down. Hermione was fuming.

"How dare you carry me through the halls of Hogwarts like a sack of rock cakes," she hissed at him, her face red and contorted with rage.

The wizard's eyes swept over her.

"You are a mess," he said shortly.

"I am not a mess. I've just been working," the witch said.

In response, Severus grabbed her by the shoulders and walked her into the bedroom, stopping in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He turned Hermione so she could see herself.

"If that's not a mess, I don't know what is," the wizard said.

Hermione looked at herself. Her hair was next to matted, pinned down sloppily. Her skin was dull as if she hadn't bathed in ages. Black half hollows rested beneath her eyes and her face had a pinched look to it. Her lab coat was stained with gods knew what. Hermione had to admit she did look horrible.

"I've…I've just been very focused, Severus. You know how important my work is," she said to the wizard still looking at herself in the mirror.

"You can't work at peak performance if you don't take care of yourself. You wouldn't even listen to Poppy when she told you to take a break, Hermione," he said to her in a low voice.

Hermione scowled.

"That still doesn't give you the right to come into my lab and throw me over your shoulder like a Neanderthal," she spat.

"I had every right. Albus gave me the go-ahead to retrieve you," Severus replied evenly, turning her to face him, his eyes sweeping over her again.

Hermione was in too bad a shape to even fuck. Severus had no inclination to do it anyway…he knew in her state she'd make a poor showing. True, he could get some pleasure, but he preferred the witch responsive and strong. He'd give her a day or two to recover, then she'd pay for that little foot-stomping episode from a month or so ago. Severus never forgot any wrong done him. Hermione was going to get a good hard reaming for that little incident.

He released her.

"Get naked. You're going to take a good shower and wash that niffler's nest you call hair," the wizard sneered at her.

Hermione scowled.

"Stop ordering me around like a child and let me go back to my lab," she demanded, "I know when I need to shower. I don't smell."

Severus looked at Hermione a moment, then grabbed her again, this time dragging her shrieking toward his bathroom. He wrapped one arm around her throat as he opened the shower door, turned on the spigot, then shoved Hermione in fully dressed, following her and closing the door behind them. Both were getting soaked as the Potions Master started wrestling Hermione's clothing off. He could have simply divestoed them, but this way was much more fun.

"Stop it! Severus! You stop this right now!" Hermione screamed, girl-fighting the wizard who had a grim smirk on his face as he pulled off her lab coat, then her t-shirt, then her bra. He had a time getting her jeans off, having to crush her against the shower wall face first and reach around to unfasten the button and unzip them. He yanked them down along with her knickers. Hermione kicked back at him, shrieking.

Actually, this was good for Hermione. She was so frustrated at being held up in her work, but had been bottling it up. Trying to beat up the Potions Master was good therapy, though she wasn't doing a very good job of it.

Severus got the witch naked, her clothing thrown in the far corner of the shower. He then removed all his wet clothing, blocking the shower door with his body so she couldn't escape. Hermione's eyes grew wide.

"If you even THINK I'm going to let you fuck me after what you've done, Severus Snape…" she began.

"I prefer my women washed and healthy, Hermione," he said evenly, taking a washcloth and soap off the shower caddy and lathering the rag up. "You are neither. You needn't worry about me attempting to fuck you."

Hermione looked down at Severus' loins and saw that he didn't have an erection. This was the first time she'd been naked in his presence and he didn't get aroused. This brought the witch up short. Her lover didn't find her desirable. He didn't want her, even after a month without sex.

It was as if all the fire went out of the witch, and tears began to fall as Severus drew her in and began to wash her body thoroughly. He was quite clinical, and made no attempt to stimulate the witch in any sexual manner. When he was satisfied she was soap-clean, the Potions Master took out all the hairpins in her hair, loosened it then stuck her head under the stream of water, soaking it before taking a bottle of shampoo out of the caddy and pouring it over her head. He began working a thick lather into the tangles and scrubbing her scalp, noting how she just let him do it.

Severus washed her hair three times before he was satisfied, then bathed himself quickly as well. He opened the shower door and exited, drawing Hermione behind him. He passed her a large fluffy towel, took one himself and started drying off. Hermione watched him for several moments, then slowly began to dry her body. She felt tired, but better. There was something to be said for soap and water.

Severus walked naked into the bedroom, Hermione following him. He took out two pairs of boxers. One black and one Slytherin green. He tossed the green ones to Hermione.

"Put those on," he said to her.

Hermione looked at him and down at the silk shorts.

"Boxers?" she asked.

"Well, you need something to sleep in," he said, pulling out a white wife beater and tossing that to her as well. Hermione stepped into the boxers. Severus pulled out his wand and dried her hair. It was shiny again. He looked down at the boxers.

"Hmm. They never fit me like that," he commented. Hermione had ample hips and ass for her size, and the boxers hugged her curves. Severus felt a little throb despite himself as she stood there bare-breasted and in his boxers.

"Put on the shirt," he groused, turning away from her, "then get in the bed."

Hermione looked at him.

"It's too early for bed," she said.

Severus looked at her imperiously as she pulled on his shirt. It was far too long for her, and the curve of her breasts was visible on either side.

"Hermione, I will not have you questioning everything I tell you to do. Now either get in the bed under your own volition, or I will throw you into it. Your choice," he said, his eyes glittering dangerously.

It might be early, but Severus suspected Hermione went to bed very late and got up very early. She was going to get some sleep if he had to force a sleeping draught down her throat.

Hermione was tired of Severus manhandling her and obediently climbed into the bed, slipping under the sheets. Severus warded the bedroom door securely, then placed his wand under the mattress, got into bed, slid under the sheets and pulled Hermione into the crook of his arm. He didn't say anything to the witch as she nestled against him. He just closed his eyes.

Hermione looked at him, still perturbed that he didn't want to fuck her. Normally, she held all the power when it came to sex. His non-reaction really disturbed her. Finally she said something.

"Am I really that unattractive to you now, Severus?" she asked him.

"It's not a matter of you being unattractive Hermione. You are always beautiful to me. It's just that I am more concerned about your health then sticking my cock into you. Fucking a sick witch isn't my cup of pumpkin juice," he replied, his eyes still closed. "I prefer you hale and whole. You'll fuck better. I'd rather have no sex than bad sex."

"Such concern," Hermione sniffed sarcastically.

Severus turned his head towards her, opening his eyes and focusing on her. They narrowed slightly.

"Don't worry witch. You'll be walking as if you've been riding a Thestral bareback for days by the time you return to your 'work'" the Potions Master said, tightening his hold on her. "There's a little matter of a foot-stomping you have to make up for."

Hermione felt a little shudder go through her as she met the wizard's eyes.

Severus acted like an inconsiderate beast sometimes…but gods…he was so sexy.

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In the Headmaster's office, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Albus looked down on the specs of Voldemort's stronghold that Severus had drawn a long time ago. The two wizards had studied this map so many times over the years they knew it by heart.

"There's only one thing for it, Albus. We have to storm his stronghold on New Year's Eve before midnight. Most likely he will have his deatheaters deployed throughout the wizarding world ready to bring order to the masses, so there will probably only be a small contingent actually at his fortress. Severus is going to have to show his hand and get us in there.

Albus frowned.

"Voldemort keeps up an impenetrable ward constantly around his stronghold. Only deatheaters can pass through it. The only way to get the ward to drop is to thoroughly engage the wizard so his power is redirected. That would mean Severus would have to go toe-to-toe with Voldemort, and let's face it, brave as Severus is…he cannot match the Dark Lord."

Kingsley nodded.

"He's still going to have to try, Albus. Voldemort has to be otherwise engaged for us to follow him. I have special devices designed by Fred and George Weasley called Track-a-Ports, that can turn a wizard or witch into a port key destination. They've adapted it to transport a group of wizards to that point. We have five hundred of these devices. We can use them to transport to Severus' side in seconds."

Albus' eyes darkened.

"He can be dead in seconds," Kingsley," the old wizard said sadly.

"Severus is a soldier, Albus. He's risked his life all these years for this moment. I doubt he will hesitate now when success is so close. We have to take Voldemort out before he invokes that mark. We need to do it as close to the designated time as possible. Severus is going to have to face the Dark Lord. There's no other way."

Albus knew Kingsley was right. He also knew that Voldemort would kill the Potions Master. The wizard was simply too powerful. He hated the thought of that…but it was either one wizard lost or the entire wizarding world enslaved. Severus would have to be sacrificed.

"Very well, Kingsley. Let's work out the details of the attack," the wizard said, his blue eyes glistening. "I don't want our Potions Master's sacrifice to be in vain."

Kingsley nodded, and together the wizards meticulously planned the demise of the Dark Lord.

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A/N: Wow. Severus might be sacrificed to get at the Dark Lord. But don't worry…I'm sure another plan is in the works as well. Good news…I will be online another month at least. :D That took a weight of me. I need you guys. Writing for you every day keeps me going. Anyway, please review.