Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 16: The Healing of Wounds

By Friday night Snape’s wounds had healed somewhat and the tightness in his back was easing. But the pain and loathing that occupied his mind was still there. He began to wonder about many things including his quest for immortality. If Miss Granger was true to her word and produced a virgin there were no plans for the kind of brutality that he exhibited before. He would use every spell necessary to subdue the poor girl and take what he needed and she’ll never know anything was amiss until her first intercourse. And even then, she wouldn’t remember a thing and certainly wouldn’t suspect him.

As he settled in a chair with his customary brandy his thoughts turned to that evening with Miss Granger as they often did. He chided himself on being so egotistical in the manner of the seduction. Such an elaborate scheme to produce what he wanted. And an innocence lost forever. He should have drugged her right from the beginning and taken her maidenhood as if he were plucking flowers in the great forest that surrounded Hogwarts.

Ah, but his manhood stirred painfully when he flashed back on her naked body trussed up and open to him on the bed.

No, the problem was that he didn’t separate his desire to bring Miss Granger down a few notches with his desire to be immortal. One interfered with the other.

He glanced at the time. Merlin above it was almost ten! But there was no need to panic, he was ready. He let his mind drift a while to a place where he could be calm. Only Voldemort himself could penetrate to those recesses of Snape’s mind and he never bothered. So as the night deepened and the winds howled outside, Snape relaxed until he heard the timid knock on the door.

He took a deep breath and strode to the entryway. Miss Granger stood perfectly still when he opened the door. He noted all the defiance and haughtiness had left her and instead he was presented with a rather meek imitation. At least we’re getting somewhere, he thought.

“You wanted to see me sir?” she asked quietly.

“Of course, come in please,” he said trying to lose the impatience in his voice.

Hermione followed him inside and he gestured to the chair opposite him. A fire crackled nearby and the room was warm and almost cozy. Once she settled into the chair, he sat as well.

“I admire your courage for coming here,” he said sincerely. “You must hate me now.”

“Is that what you want?” she said, lifting her head. The defiance came back quickly and he was not prepared for that.

“It’s not a question of what I want, but what I expect,” he said, recovering quickly. “No one should do what I did and expect anything less.”

Snape held Hermione’s gaze until her defiance retreated.

“But let’s not get off to a bad start. I want to make amends, like I said in my letter.” He stood up and poured her a brandy. “Here, let’s have a drink.”

Snape offered her the glass and she hesitated. “No, it’s ok, there is nothing in it.”

“You promise?” she asked.

“Yes.” He took a sip. “See?”

She accepted the glass and he sat down again. He waited until she took a swallow before beginning.

“Now…have you told anyone?” he inquired.

She shook her head and he watched her hair bounce along with it.

“Good girl.” He attempted a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, I guess,” she said as she stared into her drink. “But there are places that still hurt.”

He nodded. “I plan to fix that for you, but first, no matter what happens tonight, our deal still stands.”

She stared at him. “What do mean ‘no matter what happens?’”

“Just what I said. And how is your search progressing?”

“She’ll be here tomorrow night,” Hermione said and looked down at her drink.

“Tomorrow night?” Snape was incredulous. “Who is she? No, wait; don’t tell me…I don’t want to know.” He drained his brandy glass dry. “How are you going to get her here?”

“I made up a story, don’t worry, she’ll be here,” Hermione said glumly.

“Excellent,” Snape muttered.

They were silent for a few moments. Snape thought selfishly about his plans for a while before he remembered that he was neglecting his guest.

“Hermione, I have an offer to make you. Surely you still hurt from my rough, ah, treatment. Am I right?”

She nodded and her hair fell forward over her face.

“I have a way that will make it all go away. Would you like that?” he asked softly.

“What does it entail, sir?” she asked.

“Don’t answer me with a question; do you want to feel better or not? This is your first step in healing.”

“Yes, of course I want to feel better. Wipe my memory of that night.”

“Not yet, my dear. When you perform your task I will. That was the deal. For now I can help you physically. I can remove the cuts and bruises. Once the physical pain goes away you will feel better emotionally.”

“Ok, then do it.”

“Very well, then lets adjourn to the bedroom.”

“No…not there,” she said, her eyes wide.

He apologized. “You’re right. We can do it here.” He draped a soft blanket over the cold hard leather divan and patted it.

“Ok, remove your clothes,” he said.

+ + +

Hermione couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“Remove my clothes!?!” she yelled. “So you can do it again?”

Snape’s face which had been calm and serene showed a bit of annoyance.

“My dear, you have cuts and bruises all over your body, which I sincerely regret doing. However, to heal those it is much easier to do if you do not have clothes on. Besides, I have seen you naked so let’s dispense with the modesty.”

Hermione stood still for a moment. He was right, but she was nervous. “But…”

“I said in my letter that I wouldn’t harm you. I will remain true to my word. If you don’t want to be healed, then suffer.”

He was right, as usual. “Ok, but…turn around…while I undress.”

“No need to worry, I need to repair to the bedroom to get the potion. I will be back in a few minutes.”

Hermione waited until Snape exited the room and shut the bedroom door before removing her clothes. She was extremely nervous but desperate to feel better at the same time. Once she was minus her clothing, she lay on the blanket and wrapped it tightly around her body. A few minutes later Snape re-entered the room and sat down on the floor next to the couch. For the first time that evening she really looked at him. He was dressed similarly to the last time she was there – black trousers, loose white shirt. His hair was washed and tidy. But the big difference this time was his expression. Gone was the sneer. In its place was an expression of someone who had been in pain for some time. Not unlike herself.

Snape held up a jar. “Pull the blanket away and lie on your stomach. We’ll begin there.”

Meekly she pulled the blanket away and quickly rolled over on her stomach. She heard Snape gasp when he saw the lashes upon her back and ass.

“Gods above, I am sorry, Hermione…I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, but please, let me do this one simple act.”

“Then do it,” she said, forcing back a sob. She turned her head away from him. “Do it.”

For a moment nothing happened then she felt his warm hands gingerly touch the first lash. The salve he was using was warm as well and as soon as it touched her skin she could feel it tighten, itch slightly and then the pain was gone. Snape muttered as he worked.

“What are you saying?” she asked.

“I’m adding a spell to each wound to make it heal faster. Just close your eyes and relax, it is going to take a little while.”

Hermione obeyed and Snape did indeed work magic. Each time he touched her back it was if time was going backwards and he was removing the lashes instead of delivering them. When he was done applying the salve, he rubbed the skin for a minute and she tingled all over. Whether it was from the salve or from him, she wasn’t sure.

There was a pause and then his hands were on her ass. Although it felt great, it was a bit awkward for her.

“I know...again, just relax,” he said in a low tone.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Snape went back to work and soon her cheeks felt soothed beyond belief. He finished by rubbing the skin gently and perhaps a little longer than he needed to, but she felt too damn good to care.

“Let me check your neck and shoulders,” he said and his voice was very close to her ear.

He pulled her long hair away from her neck and sighed. “There are a few marks, hold your hair if you will.”

Hermione took her hair from Snape and held it to one side while he applied the salve to three places and muttered the spell. When he massaged the skin, she shivered again.

“Ok, now roll on your back and let me see what else I’ve done,” he said in a tired voice.

Recovered from her earlier modesty, Hermione rolled over on her back and stared at Snape. The pain on his face was worse. In a way, she felt sorry for him.

He examined her and put his head in his hands. “What have I done?” he asked softly.

“Sir, it’s…um…it’s ok, I guess,” she said awkwardly and laid a hand on his arm. “I mean, you made me feel so much better just then.”

After a long time Snape raised his head and sighed. “Let me continue.”

Hermione nodded and closed her eyes. She knew this part would be more embarrassing to her. There were marks all over her breasts and stomach. And between her legs…well, she wondered if he could fix that.

Snape began the ritual on her stomach first. Hermione gradually relaxed again as the healing salve did its work. The lashes on her front were not as bad as they were on her back so the process went quicker. When he first touched her breasts she sucked in her breath but he kept going and soon she was feeling almost aroused as he massaged away the marks. She willed herself to think of something else and filled the time by doing complex formulas in her head. The time passed.

At last he sat back. Hermione opened her eyes.

“The last spot is the most awkward,” he said. He glanced to the spot between her legs. “Does it hurt there?”

Hermione nodded, she had gone that far and she couldn’t leave the room after all that and not have that one last spot healed. Besides, it hurt the most.

“Very well, open your legs for me,” he said with a raspy voice.

+ + +

When Hermione opened her legs he was greeted with a vision of loveliness. He knew she was hurting down there and it was taking a lot of effort for her to trust him, but so far it had gone well. He only hoped that she couldn’t see the erection that was straining to be set free. Applying the salve had proved to be much more erotic than he figured. He wondered how it affected Hermione.

“I’ll be quick and gentle,” he said as he reached down to touch her pussy lips. They were moist. He almost chuckled.

But he couldn’t linger. Instead he applied the salve inside her moist lips and then inserted two fingers into her tight hole while he muttered the spell. Hermione gasped and the pressure around his fingers increased.

“Relax…one more minute,” he whispered.

Hermione took another deep breath and the pressure eased. He finished up quickly and withdrew. Using his shirttail, he wiped away the last of the salve from his fingers.

“How do you feel?” he asked as he sat back and stretched his legs out.

“Ohhhh…wonderful,” she said dreamily. “Thank you.”

He watched her in repose and drank in the sight of her now unmarked skin. How white and soft and supple it was! And her puckered nipples were like to two drops of a fine blush wine. He adjusted his pants but his erection was persistent.

“If I taught you the spell, would you do the same for me?” he asked softly.

Hermione’s eyes flew open. “I don’t understand.”

“Let me show you,” he said and stood up.

Hermione’s gaze went to his crotch and there was a flicker of disgust when she saw the bulge. She turned away.

“No, look at me,” he commanded.

She gazed up at him while he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Please don’t…not again,” she pleaded.

He ignored her pleas and tore the shirt from his body. “Look at me now,” he said in a choked voice. And then he turned away from her and bared his back.

“Ohhh!” she cried. “What happened?”

“I did that because of you,” he sobbed. “I have lived with this pain all week because of what I did to you.”

Snape lowered his head and a few tears coursed down his cheeks. He couldn’t let her see him this way, but he couldn’t help it. He sunk to his knees. The only sound in the room was his sobbing.

“I’m glad you suffered,” she said at last. There was ice in her voice and it stabbed his heart. “You suffered like me, but why? Why all of this pain and torment?”

“I cannot tell you,” he said at last. “It’s much too complicated. You would never understand.”

Silence again. His gut churned and he thought he might expel the brandy. He waited for her to pass judgment on him but he couldn’t turn around.

“Tell me the spell, sir. I will heal you,” she said quietly.

He faced her finally. She was still naked on the blanket and her eyes bore into his soul.

“You would do that?” he asked.

“You healed me, let me heal you. Let’s finish this so tomorrow night you can wipe my memory. I wish to be done of this suffering.”

He was shocked but his heart soared, it was almost as if she was forgiving him. He sat on the other end of the couch and gently pushed her legs so they folded to make room for him.

“Take the jar,” he said. “Smear some paste on your finger and touch the first wound. Don’t be afraid to rub it in.”

Snape turned his back to her once again and Hermione sat up, still naked and not caring anymore, he surmised. Even though her touch was gentle, he winced.

“Sorry,” she said.

“No, continue, touch it again,” he said through clenched teeth.

Hermione touched him again and rubbed the salve in. The relief was immediate. “Now repeat after me.”

He said the words and she repeated them. The wound healed and she went to the next one. Soon she had the words memorized and she applied her healing touch to each lash until at last they were all gone. He felt like he was reborn again.

“Now use both hands and massage the skin,” he instructed.

Hermione pressed her warm soft hands against his back and massaged it. He sighed deeply. She kept it up until he told her he was fine. He turned around.

“Thank you. You are going to make an excellent witch…in fact you are one already.”

Hermione blushed and looked down. Her long hair covered her breasts and she was the vision of loveliness yet again. He pulled the blanket up to cover her and she wrapped it around her body.

Snape touched Hermione’s chin and pulled her head up so he could look at her.

“Tomorrow night we will seal the deal. When you walk out of these rooms you will have forgotten all of this. You’ll finish the year, graduate and become a brilliant witch. I may have treated you harshly in the classroom, but it’s because I want you to succeed. The world is harsher than anything that has happened in this school.”

Snape stared at Hermione in the flickering firelight. All the candles had burned low and the light was soft. He fought back the urge to take her right there on the divan, but he couldn’t jeopardize his plans. He was so close.

“Now listen,” he said fighting back any urges. “When you bring this girl here, administer the sleeping spell before you knock on my door. Do you understand?”

Hermione nodded.

“Now go.” Go before I do something stupid, he thought.

He stood up, pulled his shirt on and turned his back so Hermione could dress. He focused on the dying embers of the fire and didn’t move until he heard the door close softly behind him.

Hours late he woke up suddenly as if from a feverish dream. He had fallen asleep in his favorite chair. The fire was out and the room was chilly. But Professor Snape felt no such chill. Deep inside him an intense longing burned. In his state of half wakefulness he was still able to recognize it for what it was. He desired Hermione, not like before, but as a man desires a woman he loves.