What must be done

Part 2
Harry watches me dress with a strange expression on his face. Part longing and part guilt it has some other emotions I can’t decipher. This time I don’t have to go for completely sluttish, a low cut top and tight leather pants suffice besides they will be off sooner than later anyway. It has been a week since I’ve run in to Snape and he hired me as his…something. Harry still hasn’t dealt with the fact very well but at least he isn’t brooding over it any more, at least in my presence. This is the first time Snape has called me using the ring he has given me. When I Apparate , I will automatically go to the location he is at. Since he hasn’t forbidden it explicitly I will be taking my wand with me. I don’t think Harry would let me go otherwise. I finish dressing and putting on make-up I look in the mirror for the last time before leaving. To my surprise I don’t look like Harm but nether do I look like Hermione. I wonder who this new person will be…but time is running out so I hug Harry goodbye and Apparate.
The hall is large and forbidding smelling cold and musky. I wonder where I should go since I don’t see Snape anywhere. I stay were I am waiting for the Potions Master to show up since I don’t know the premises. He comes down the stairs a few minutes later dressed in slacks and a formal shirt open at the throat and cuffs. I notice again how good he looks now that he apparently no longer lives in the dungeons. He doesn’t smile at me but I can see that he is pleased to see me. He stops in front of me looking me over.
“This outfit suits you better I think.”
Why does he bother complimenting a whore?
“Thanks, nice place.”
“It suits my needs. Care to tell me your name now that we will be seeing more of each other?”
It seems he is amused by my gawking at our surroundings.
“Harm, care to tell me yours?”
“Mmm…I thought that you knew.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
I wonder how he will present himself.
“Severus Snape.”
He bows slightly while introducing him-self looking like the perfect gentleman he has no doubt been raised to be. Taking my arm he guides me further in to the house. Since he doesn’t speak I take the opportunity to look around further. Nothing around us tells me anything about Snape. The house looks like a hotel or a museum sterile and impersonal. We end up in the library where he motions me to sit.
“I’m afraid that something came up after I called you. I will have to finish some business before I can enjoy your company.”
His annoyance reminds me of days long past when we were still teacher and student and he thought someone was wasting his time. At once I push the memory away. Becoming melancholic or losing objective can get me killed especially with him.
“Do you want me to wait?”
“If it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”
I smile up at him.
“That’s okay. I didn’t have any plans for today.”
“Thank you.”
He makes a little bow again and walks off probably to his laboratory. I get up from the chair and wonder what I am supposed to do now? Since he hasn’t forbidden it I go to the shelves and start browsing. The collection is strangely eclectic, Dark Arts books stand beside Muggle poetry and novels from all walks of life. In other parts of the library there is a mix of potions and cook books. If anyone wants to find something in this mess the person needs to know this library inside and out or risk poisoning himself. I pick a book of poetry deciding that it will probably be the least lethal of the lot and settle down to read.
A hand on my shoulder startles me and Snape ends up with my wand shoved almost up his nose. Fortunately for me he finds is rather amusing. For the first time since I have met him I listen to Severus Snape laugh. He is lying flat on his back on the stone floor of his library with me kneeling over him holding him at wand-point . He moves only after I lower my wand rolling us over and starting to explore my throat with his lips and tong. He is still chuckling as he pushed off my shirt and buries his face in my breasts. I can barely decipher his words.
“When I secured your company I didn’t realize that you were also a bodyguard.”
“I can work as one but without a reputation no one will hire you. That’s how I ended up in this line of work.”
Snape hoists himself up to his elbows and looks me straight in the eyes. He smiles reaching up and brushes a lock of hair out of my face.
“I’m sorry for you.”
He sounds so damn sincere that I have to close my eyes otherwise I will be tempted to slap that bittersweet smile off his face. I think he understands because he doesn’t say anything else. Instead he gets up pulling me with him and gives me back my shirt. I recall that he had mood-swings while he was teaching too. I could never understand why he suddenly went from more or less amiable to almost demonic. I wonder what I will have to suffer through before he will calm down.
“I feel the need for fresh air, will you join me?”
I start to wonder if maybe he suspects something. Maybe all of his is an elaborate trap and if his confederates are waiting for us outside, less messy that way.
“Of course.”
A walk is not what I expected. Snape holds me close but is courteous and silent something I appreciate a lot at the moment. The garden is in stark contrast to the house a lot less formal and full of exotic flowers. When Snape notices my interest he actually tells me things about the ones he thinks most interesting his teachers voice washing over me and bringing yet more bitter memories. When we get back there is a light lunch after which we retire to the bedroom. The bed is large and comfortable, a fire in the fireplace warming the room to an almost balmy temperature. Snape is rougher this time he ties my hands together above my head and ravishes my body. I find myself enjoying his touch again and if my hands weren’t tied to the headboard I would be clawing at him, pulling him closer and returning the pleasure he is giving me. But despite the roughness of his fucking I’m not hurt in the morning, I am sore like the last time but compared with the damage he could have done… Snape offers me breakfast which I accept and am surprised yet again at the man when he makes it himself. He kisses my hand before I leave thanking me for my time.
Before I go home I stop by the bank not really surprised this time when I see that my payment is already deposited.
Harry has locked himself in his room when I get home but Remus is reading on the couch in the living room. He looks up when I sit down across from him.
“So you are our new spy.”
I can see he’s ready to analyse my decision to death.
“If you want to lecture me let me tell you now that I’ve already heard it several times.”
“No lectures just a request to be careful.”
Liar I can see he wants to say more. But Remus has learned not to push me because I’ve learned to push back.
“I’m as careful as I can be and at least I’m making money off of this.”
He winches at that. I always wonder why they never had a problem with sending Harry in to danger when he was younger and have such problem with me going in to it willingly now. Unlike Harry I always know what I’m getting in to and still they would prefer to lock me up somewhere presumably to keep me safe.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“You hesitated before sitting down.”
Remus always notices the small things. As much as I want to brush it off he won’t let go until he gets an explanation I know he feels responsible for us since we are just about all he has left.
“Well one always gets a little discomfort when one has been fucked through the bed repeatedly.”
I am not this crude usually but sometimes…it’s better than screaming the place down in despair. Remus winces again and looks away going red. Before everything changed I suspected that Remus liked me now I suspect that he is ashamed of once having those feelings. Who wouldn’t be? If Ron was still alive he would have gone ballistic a long time ago. Over the years I have become grateful that Ron has not survived he wouldn’t have lasted in the world we live in.
“Did you find out anything?”
“No, he was working on something that couldn’t wait so I was left to wait in a room. He doesn’t trust me yet.”
I don’t tell that it was the library I was waiting in or that the door wasn’t locked and I could have wandered around the house if I had wanted too. I don’t know why I keep it to myself . I doubt that I would have found out anything even if I had gone wandering around. Either way this is the fastest way out of an uncomfortable conversation. Remus blushes again and the conversation is over. I go to my room to think and be Hermione for a while. Harry emerges from his room to make dinner in a foul mood mostly because my trip has not produced anything useful. I go to bed early so as to avoid any more angry glares from Harry and Remus avoiding my eyes. I caught myself almost wishing that I was back with Snape at the manor or whatever it was that he was staying. Confused doesn’t begin to describe my feelings. I had met Snape two times now outside of all of our former roles and I am realizing that I am starting to like him despite the fact that he is now the enemy and a traitor. He… I got the feeling, as strange as it sounds, that he will accept me despite the things I have done and will have to do. I love Harry but he often suffocates me with his guilt and recriminations. I know that he is angrier at himself than at me when he is in those kinds of moods.
I avoid being at home as much as possible in the following week. That isn’t really hard there are errands to run and people to contact. Despite the fact that most of the current resistance fighters look at me like I am contagious they recognize that I am the best in the field when it comes to communication and intelligence. Since Harry can’t move around too much and Remus is too conspicuous uniting the little groups of resistance falls to me. Travelling through England has become problematic for wizards and muggles alike everyone needs passes and validations. Fortunately for me Remus left some travel papers before he left. And after a few days I notice that the ring Snape gave me has his seal. As soon as Voldemort\'s grunts notice Snape’s seal they leave me alone. That tells me that the Potions Master is somewhere high up in the operations. I wonder what post he has and why Voldemort has been so forgiving to a twice traitor.