It Happened One Hallow's Eve

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Chapter 18 ~ Talks and Revelations

Severus looked at the young witch sitting before him. Suddenly he felt his office was not the place to discuss something so important…so intimate. He rose and walked around the desk and stood before Hermione.

“Let us go to my study,” he said in a low voice.

Hermione looked up at him and rose slowly. Severus seemed so intense, more so than usual. The wizard took her arm and led her to the study wall, opened it and walked her through, the wall closing behind them. He escorted Hermione to the armchairs in front of the fireplace and waited for her to be seated. Instead of taking the other seat, he began to pace, Hermione’s eyes following him.

Finally the wizard stopped.

“Mr. Filch saw us kissing in the Great Hall and reported it to the Headmaster,” Severus said to her.

Hermione’s eyes went wide.

“How did he see us? We were alone,” she responded, looking worried.

“Apparently the walls have eyes as well as ears in Hogwarts,” the wizard replied, “However, Albus feels you are well able to make decisions, and if we are discreet, he will not interfere.”

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. Severus studied her for a moment.

“Hermione, I need to let the Dark Lord know about us…about you,” the wizard said, “He will be summoning me soon, and I have very little to tell him of worth. It has been this way for several months now and his patience is wearing thin. He will not kill me…but…”

Hermione suddenly looked terrified.

“He’ll hurt you,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Yes,” Severus replied, “Unless I can bring him news that pleases him. If I tell him about you, it may please him greatly.”

Hermione looked puzzled.

“Why?” she asked.

“You are Harry Potter’s best friend, and were apparently underaged when I deflowered you. This is considered criminal, so naturally Voldemort will be pleased. Plus you are a student, and that puts me in even a worse light. The Dark Lord likes his Death Eaters to do evil, something I have been sorely lacking in as far as he is concerned. I have never raped or murdered in his name because of a boon he granted me long ago. To know I have done something this untoward might please him enough to spare me…if I can also show him something dark concerning my treatment of you,” the Potions Master said, his heart tightening in his chest.

“Something dark?” Hermione repeated.

“Yes,” Severus said, now sitting down in the armchair, reaching out and taking the witch’s hand, his eyes impossibly dark as he looked at her.

“Hermione, most likely the Dark Lord will ask to see us together…intimately. He will look into my mind for a memory of me fucking you. That is what he will want to see. No tenderness. No care. Only sex, roughness, lust. He will not approve of my gentle possession of you. I cannot let him see how I feel about you,” he said in a soft voice, “He has to believe my intentions toward you are evil and my use of you selfish and without…kindness or tender emotion. He will want to see me dominating you.”

Hermione looked at the wizard and swallowed. Severus continued.

“If I had my way, Hermione…I would wait to tell him, but Albus has a point. This would be a way to regain his favor…but would require…require much of you, witch. We would have to make a suitable memory together to appease him. And it would not be like it was when I first took you. There will be some pain, some ache involved. It would be a great sacrifice on your part if you agreed to do this. However, I will not force you, nor be angry with you should you decline, Hermione. It is a lot to ask of you.”

The wizard fell silent as Hermione looked at him.

The witch remembered feeling the raised pattern of scars on Severus’ back when he deflowered her. There were scars on top of scars. How much had he suffered for the wizarding world over all these years? How much pain had he taken for a world that didn’t appreciate him or acknowledge him? A world that didn’t care whether he lived or died? A world that saw him as cold and uncaring? Severus Snape cared more about what happened to the citizens of the magical world more than anyone. His actions showed it if his words did not.

Severus watched the witch’s eyes fill with tears. He didn’t know why they were filling. Possibly because she was frightened.

“Hermione,” he said gently, “As I said…it isn’t necessary…”

”I’ll do it,” Hermione said, her eyes glistening, “If it can stop Voldemort from tormenting you, Severus, I will do anything you ask of me. You’ve suffered so much already. It’s time for someone to help you.”

Severus felt his chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion as Hermione spoke. Gods, she was willing to help him. He felt a pulse of strong desire for the witch, but it wasn’t lust…it was a desire to connect with her, to show her what he couldn’t tell her.

“Thank you, Hermione,” he replied, kissing her hand. Hermione felt warmth creep up her arm as his lips made contact with her skin.

“What will you have to do to me?” she asked him.

“Unleash myself,” the wizard said in a low voice. “Let my desire for you out fully. I can be difficult for an experienced witch to handle, Hermione, because of my size and my strength when I am lost to physical pleasure.”

Severus took a deep breath looked at her soberly.

“It is quite possible, Hermione, that after we make this memory…you will never want me to touch you again,” the wizard said, his voice heavy. “I wanted to take time with you, to let you get used to me in increments. To slowly show you how I can be.”

His voice softened.

“However, with you, there is more than a purely physical desire. Yes, the night I deflowered you, I wanted to let go. You were so sweet, so delicious, I wanted to drown myself in you…but I also wanted to show you appreciation, I wanted to show you…there was care involved. That is why I was able to take you as I did. How I was able to hold back,” he said.

“I felt you holding back, Severus. I didn’t want that…I wanted all of you. I still do. I want to know what you are like when you are free,” Hermione said softly.

Severus looked at her, trying to imagine how the witch would react when he gave her what she wanted.

“I am what witches called a “roughrider” Hermione. I leave them barely able to walk. That is what I am like. Sex is the only activity I engage in where I can let go and be the man I am. There are no Voldemorts or Albuses. No need for deception. There is only me.”

He hesitated, then continued.

“I can show you if you wish, Hermione…to give you an idea what it would be like. With Legilimency. But it would mean seeing me with other witches,” the wizard said.

Hermione shook her head.

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else,” she responded. “Only me. I am the only witch in your life now…aren’t I Severus?”

Hermione realized they had never spoken about this.

“Yes, you are the only witch I want, Hermione Granger,” he replied. “I believe you are meant for me. Now that I've had you, one else will do.”

A thrill went through Hermione when the Potions Master said this. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it was close as far as the witch was concerned. He wanted her exclusively.

It wasn’t necessary for Severus to hear the same claim from Hermione. She was an open tome, completely enamored of him. If he had doubted it before, her willingness to help spare him Voldemort’s torture would have shown him how she felt.

The couple sat in silence for several minutes before the Potions Master spoke.

“It won’t be tonight, Hermione. I…I need to prepare myself for this,” Severus said.

And he did. He had to steel himself for what he had to do. If it had been any other witch than Hermione, he probably could have started right in. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire the witch…he wanted her quite badly. Her actions over the past couple of weeks aroused him very much…especially her pointed interested in performing oral sex on him.

“I’ll still get my kisses won’t I?” Hermione asked, looking quite naughty now.

Severus looked at her. Gods, the witch was so alluring.

“Yes…AFTER your Occlumency lesson. And only a few kisses, Hermione. You have a tendency to get a bit out of control. You really need to learn to curb your emotions,” he said a bit severely, trying to re-establish a sense of being in charge.

Hermione’s amber eyes glittered at him.

“I don’t think it is all ‘emotion’ Severus,” she replied, aware of a little throb in her lower belly as she focused on his mouth.

Severus didn’t answer her. Instead, stood up and moved the end table that separated the armchairs and turned his chair to face Hermione.

“Turn your chair to face mine,” Severus said to the witch, who stood up and did as he asked. She sat back down and looked deceptively innocent as the wizard studied her.

“Now, I know you have practiced Occlumency in Advanced Charms, Hermione. I want to see how good you are at it. Now I am going to attempt to look into your mind with Legilimency and you will attempt to cloak your thoughts without resisting me. The object here is not to keep me out, but to let me in, yet hide your thoughts. Your mind should appear blank to me. Later we will work on hiding similiar clusters of thoughts,” Severus said, looking at the witch intently.

Hermione looked back at him, keeping her face carefully blank.

“Ready?” he asked her.

“Oh yes,” she replied, hiding a grin.

“Legilimens,” Severus said, reaching into the witch’s mind.

He was immediately faced with an image of Hermione down on her knees in front of him. He had his robes open and she was busily working on his trouser fastenings. Severus pulled out of her mind and scowled at the witch.

Hermione lifted her eyebrows at his look.

“What?” she asked him, knowing full well what he had seen.

“You are purposely sending me erotic thoughts, Hermione. You aren’t even making an attempt to hide them,” he accused her, even as his cock hardened slightly. “Now concentrate.”

”All right,” Hermione said, concentrating.

Severus focused on the point right between her eyes.

“Legilimens,” he breathed again.

The wizard’s eyes widened and he immediately withdrew.

“Hermione!” he scolded.

The witch had the good graces to at least blush, but Severus could clearly see she was unrepentant.

“I can’t help it,” Hermione said, “I want you to see what I want to do to you, Severus…so you’ll let me.”

“Dear gods,” the wizard said, slumping in the chair and looking at Hermione with exasperation. She was so direct. So…damn arousing.

Severus had looked in her mind and saw the witch holding his cock with both hands and kissing the tip of it as she looked up at him. It was so erotic he couldn’t take it and drew back.

Hermione pounced.

“Severus, I want to learn. You did it to me…turnabout is fair play,” she argued.

Severus stared at her for a moment, then his eyes went dark.

“You think you really want to do that witch?” he asked her in a dangerous voice.

Hermione nodded.

“Yes. Just the thought of it makes my whole body feel as if it’s on fire,” she replied, looking a bit hopeful.

The wizard considered her.

“Well, look into my mind, then. See what I like…then tell me if you still want to do this,” he replied, leveling his eyes on the witch.

Hermione swallowed and focused on the Potions Master.

“Legilimens,” she whispered.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she saw herself on her knees, Severus with one hand fisted securely in her hair, the other cupping her chin as he pulled her lips over his cock roughly, his face contorted with lust as he looked down at her. He was groaning some very crude and obscene comments as he thrusted into her mouth over and over again. Then the wizard stiffened and let out a shout, pushing deep into her mouth, his balls pulsing, demanding that she drink him down. Hermione was trying to swallow and his come dribbled out around his cock and ran down her chin. She pulled out of his mind with a gasp and looked at the wizard. His eyes were smoldering.

“That is what you can expect from me if you persist, witch. I happen to love fellatio and have a tendency to be very dominating when I receive it. The act gives me great pleasure and makes me quite…selfish and less than polite. Despite how I feel about you, Hermione…I will want it all, just as you saw it. I don’t think you are prepared for that,” he said, a growl in his voice.

Severus was rock hard now. Allowing himself to picture Hermione on her knees for him had that effect. He was going to need a deflating draught soon.

Hermione stared at Severus, an odd feeling of excitement in her gut at what she had witnessed. He had been so rough and demanding, jerking her over his cock again and again, but Hermione didn’t feel the least bit repulsed by it. In fact, her knickers were soaked. She had a feeling that this wasn’t a normal way to react to seeing herself being treated that way, but it was her reaction just the same. The idea of the normally disciplined wizard letting loose and taking control like that was so…so hot.

Severus eyed Hermione. That ought to cool her ardor.

“I still want to do it,” Hermione said in a low voice, her eyes hot as she looked at the wizard. “I want to see you lose it like that because of me.”

Severus helplessly made a sound in the back of his throat.

“We’ll try it another time,” he said thickly, shifting in the chair. He needed to get to his stores. His cock was so hard, it hurt.

“No. I want to do it tonight. Now,” Hermione said firmly. It felt like a small lava flow was creeping through her body and pooling between her thighs. “Severus, don’t deny me. I stayed here at Hogwarts to be with you. You turn me on so much…it’s torture you won’t allow me access to you when I want it. You told me you would never be cruel to a witch you were courting…yet you are being unbelievably cruel to me now.”

Severus tried to defuse the situation.

“But you’ve never done this before, Hermione…” he began.

“Everyone has to start somewhere, Severus. I saw how you like it…and…”

Here the witch’s voice dropped so low, the wizard had to lean forward to hear her.

“…and…and it turned me on,” she admitted, her entire head turning red with shame and embarrassment. Then she looked up at the wizard with a worried look. “Is something wrong with me? To want you to do something like that to me?”

Severus drew in a deep breath to steady himself. Apparently, Hermione had masochistic tendencies. She wanted to be dominated. Now she was looking to him for reassurance.

He shook his head.

“No. There isn’t anything wrong with you. Everyone has different preferences when it comes to sex and are aroused differently. To want to be dominated is not uncommon in witches, particularly powerful witches. It is a way they balance out and release stress. It gives them great pleasure to have someone else in charge, to have to submit to another greater power. You are quite a formidable witch, Hermione. You are looked up to for your brilliance and leadership as Head girl. You give out detentions and take points from your peers, people you live and study with, which is difficult because it separates you at a time in your life when you want to belong. Then, you are also the voice of reason for those two imbeciles, Potter and Weasley. Hermione, you are always expected to live up to the responsible image you project, always expected to be the best at everything. It has to be stressful and even overwhelming at times to live up to others’ perceptions of you. It makes sense that you would be different behind closed doors…that you would want to let go and have someone else take the reins. So again, there is nothing wrong with you except you need an outlet, and believe sex can serve that purpose for you,” the wizard explained.

As he spoke, Severus felt a decided sense of elation at this revelation. If Hermione was indeed a masochist, then she would welcome him at full throttle. It would give her pleasure. She wouldn’t crawl away from him like others often did. If Hermione Granger did indeed have this kind of dark nature, she would be the perfect witch for him. Perfect.

Hermione looked at the wizard. What he said made sense. Often she wished someone else would take control…just for a little while. Wished that she wouldn’t be treated with such…such…deference by others all the time. She was always treated differently, always looked up to…always placed on a pedestal. Sometimes she just wanted to be where everyone else was…but no one would let her down. Her eyes washed over the wizard.

Severus would. He’d take her as low as she could go if she wanted it…she could see in his eyes that he understood. The witch thought it was good that he was an older man with experience. A younger wizard couldn’t have grasped this. She made a good choice.

“So,” she said, trembling a bit at the revelation that she had needs she didn’t know about, “Can we do this, Severus?”

The wizard’s eyes rested on her small full lips.

“Yes. We can do this, Hermione,” he replied, rising from the armchair, taking her hand and gently drawing her up. He hesitated, his black eyes searching her face for a moment.

"Come with me witch," he said, leading her towards his bedroom.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. Had to do the full metal jacket grandma thing today. Feeding, bathing, dressing...the works. But the chapter is finally done. Ah, the build-up. Got to love it. Well, Hermione and Severus both realize that Hermione has a dark, masochistic nature that suits both of them. And of course she would help him make a memory for Voldemort if it could protect him from torture. Lol at the attempted Occlumency lesson. Anyway, please review.

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