Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 13 ~ Initial Viewing of the Pensieve

Suddenly Hermione was standing next to the bar in the Three Broomsticks Inn. There were plenty of patrons, mostly the university crowd who had just started a two-week holiday. There was plenty of chatter going on. Yes, she remembered this much.

She looked around the inn. Suddenly, Hermione saw herself and Severus sitting at a table near the stairs. She was dressed in her university robes and the Professor was in his standard school robes. She had a large glass in front of her filled with crushed ice, red liquid with a strawberry stuck on the rim. Two other similar glasses, empty were pushed to the side. The Professor had a glass of firewhiskey. No empties.

She was talking to the Professor, who was looking at her with a rather thoughtful look on his face. Hermione noted she looked rather flushed. She walked closer to hear what she was saying.

Suddenly the Professor said, "Miss Granger, this has been rather fun, but I'm afraid I must go."

"No! No, Professor, don't leave. Keep me company a bit longer," Hermione said, smiling at him.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"Miss Granger, I believe it is the daiquiris that make you think I am good company," he said to her.

"No. No, it's not the daiquiris, Professor, I assure you," Hermione said, dropping her voice. "If you stay, I'll tell you a secret. It's about you."

She winked at the wizard.

Hermione clapped her hand over her face. Gods, he was going to leave that night and she made him stay. She was flirting with him. She never flirted.

Severus studied her for a moment.

"All right. I will stay for a few more minutes," he conceded, interested. "Now what is this secret, Miss Granger."

"I had a crush on you. A terrible, terrible crush," she said, leaning toward the wizard. "In my seventh year and through university."

The Potions Master eyed her speculatively.

"How terrible a crush, Miss Granger?" he asked her silkily.

Hermione finished off her daiquiri, and looked at the wizard with narrowed eyes for a moment.

"I used to fantasize about you," she said in a low voice. "Almost every other night, and in your classroom."

"Surely you could have found someone other to fantasize about, Miss Granger. I am twice your age," he said evenly.

Hermione caught a note in the Professor's voice that was a bit different than his normal timbre.

"No. No one else compared to you. So dark. So brilliant. So courageous. So sexy," Hermione said. "I dreamed about your hands…and more than your hands."

The Potions Master's eyes glittered at her.

"If I stay, Miss Granger, will you tell me what you fantasized about exactly?" he asked her.

Hermione gave him a bit of a naughty look.

"Yes," she said, "I suppose I can, now. I've grown up."

Severus's eyes washed over the curves under her robes.

"Yes you have," he said shortly, waving over a waitress and ordering two more drinks. One for him and one for her.

He turned his eyes back toward the witch.

"So tell me about your fantasies, Miss Granger," he said.

Pensieve Hermione scowled slightly

"No. Not unless you call me Hermione. I want to hear how my name sounds when you say it," she demanded.

Wow, she was lit.

He looked at her.

"Hermione," he said in his silkiest voice.

Hermione saw herself shudder when the wizard said her name. The worst part about this was she knew that she was drunk, but didn't seem as drunk as she really was. She was speaking clearly, though her laughter was a bit wilder than usually. She was obviously in a spill-my-guts-say-anything-without-thinking-of-the-consequences mode that night. She had this happen once before, but with Harry and Ron.

She drank too much and ended up hurting Ron's feelings very badly by laughing at how thick he was, and giving example after example from their days at school. Hermione said things to him she would never have said sober. Even Harry was mad at her and didn't quite accept that she was drunk and had no remembrance of saying those terrible things to their friend.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink, Hermione," Harry said to her, frowning. "It turns you into someone else."

"I have just as much right to let go as anyone else," she had retorted stubbornly.

"Yes, you do. But one day you might let go and fall," the wizard had replied evenly, not knowing his words were going to be prophetic. "And there won't be anyone there to catch you."

And that's exactly what happened to her.

"That sounds…sounds…incredibly sexy, Professor. Say it again. Please," the witch begged.

"Hermione," the wizard purred.

Hermione watched her pensieve double shudder again and look at the wizard as if she could just devour him. She never remembered herself acting so wanton toward anyone in her life. Gods…who seduced who here?

"Now tell me what your fantasies were like," Severus said as the waitress returned and set their drinks down in front of them. "Hermione."

"Well, in one of them I used to imagine myself walking all alone down the dungeon corridor. It was very late, after curfew and I wasn't supposed to be out. No one was around. No one but you…you caught me after curfew and said I needed to be punished, then turned me around to the wall and pulled up my robes, then my skirt, then pulled down my knickers…and then…then," she said to the wizard who looked like he was holding his breath.

"My gods. Did I actually tell him that?" Hermione said to herself, appalled.

"Then you did it to me real hard," she finished.

Hermione groaned.

"It?" the Professor asked, one eyebrow arched.

Hermione made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, then thrust her other index finger through it back and forth.

"Yes. It," she said to him.

"Oh. 'It,'" he responded, smirking a little at her childish display. "And did you like 'it?'"

Hermione took a large drink of her daiquiri.

"I loved 'it'" she said dreamily. "You said dirty things to me while you did 'it.'"

The she laughed.

"It was all so ridiculous, Professor. I was crazy with lust and infatuation back then. I think my hormones were all out of whack or something. Like you would ever do anything like that."

The wizard's eyes swept over her.

"Your hormones may well have been out of whack, Hermione, but do you have any other fantasies you care to share? I find them…interesting," he said to her, a glint in his dark eyes.

"I have hundreds," she said, "You have a while?"

"I believe I do, Hermione," he said leaning forward. "I believe I do."

Present-day Hermione turned all kinds of colors as she listened to herself confess all of her fantasies to the wizard. She didn't use any obscene or explicit language as she described different scenarios and went through two more daiquiris in the process. But her descriptions were still quite racy.

The wizard listened to her, his eyes growing hotter and hotter. An aroused Professor Snape was something to see. The pensieve Hermione didn't seem to be aware of how the fantasies were affecting the wizard. She was laughing a lot of the time at how silly it all was. It was clear the Professor didn't find them silly at all. He had an almost dangerous look about him, as if he'd like to abduct her. But again, the pensieve Hermione was oblivious.

Watching Severus, Hermione felt a little stab inside as the wizard of her fantasies began to show an interest in her beyond student status. Curious, the witch walked around the table to look at the Professor's robes. They were tented. He had an erection. And it was huge.

"Dear gods," Hermione breathed, her eyes flicking up to Severus' face. His jaw was tightly clenched.

"Hermione, do you ever have a fantasy that's…er…rather novel in your case? Perhaps one with you and I in a bed?" the Professor asked her in a rather hoarse voice. "Because that is a fantasy I could fulfill for you. Here. Tonight. If you still have those kinds of feelings about me…if you are still…curious."

And there it was. The Professor had made his move.

Pensieve-Hermione looked at him as if shocked.

"I never thought you'd ever want to touch me, Professor. I'm such a little irritating know-it-all," she said. "You never liked me."

The Professor shifted in his chair. Apparently his swollen cock was causing him some discomfort. He pulled his chair closer to the witch and leaned forward.

"I assure you, Miss Granger, right now I want to do more than touch you. You are much less irritating than you were when you attended Hogwarts," he said silkily. "And you are far more likable at this moment than you realize."

Pensieve Hermione looked interested but slightly indecisive. The wizard poured on the sex, making his voice low, seductive and full of promise. Even in a pensieve, Hermione felt that voice go straight to her core.

"Don't you want to know what it's really like to have me fuck you, Hermione?" he asked her. "The reality is much better than the fantasy, believe me."

Real Hermione brought her hand to her belly with a gasp as a gush of lubrication rolled between her thighs.

"Withdraw," she breathed.

Hermione was once again sitting against the headboard of her bed. She hugged herself against the ache she felt, feeling stickiness pooling between her legs. The witch could smell her own arousal.

This was ridiculous. She couldn't be reacting this way. She hadn't felt anything remotely resembling desire for years and years for the Potions Master. Whenever she had thought about him, he was a total bastard who denied her son.

Hermione hadn't known the pensieve would affect her this much, nor had she known just how much she contributed to her own deflowerment. What wizard could resist bedding a witch who fantasized about him, and told him so? Even a wizard as cold as Severus Snape wouldn't be immune to such a thing.

Hermione stared at the pensieve as if it had grown teeth. In a way, it had.

The witch reluctantly released herself. She was being drawn back to the bowl of memories. The frightening thing was, the draw to the pensieve wasn't because of a need to know. She knew her body's signals and it wanted to go back.

Back to the Professor.

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A/N: Pretty tantalizing stuff. So, Hermione wasn't a total victim here it seems, although she was very drunk. But then, it really is hard to tell. If she wasn't in control of all her facilities, then she could be considered a victim despite her actions. It wasn't the first time she had a blackout under the influence of alcohol either. Harry took her to task about it when she thoughtlessly hurt Ron. Like most people who feel they don't have a problem, she didn't take his advice to heart. Hurting Ron that way should have alerted her something went very wrong when she drank. Then again, she was young…twenty. Twenty can be a very stupid age sometimes. But Severus definitely was taking advantage of the situation. I think most men would, given the stimulus and circumstances. He had no idea Hermione was for the most part, blacked out. But somehow, I doubt if it would have made a difference if he did know. More next chapter. Please review.