Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 25 ~ No Deal

"To collect the Pensive?" Hermione said, stepping aside as the wizard walked in.

He turned to look at her.

"Yes, the pensieve. You are finished with it, aren't you?" Severus asked the witch.


"Yes. I mean no. I mean…you gave it to me as a gift," she said, her amber eyes looking just a bit too desperate.

"The gift was the closure you'd receive, not the pensieve itself. However, you can pour the memories into another pensieve if you like," he said evenly, knowing she probably wouldn't want to do that.

Hermione's eyes shifted as she tried to think of some way to keep him from taking the pensieve. It made the wizard the ultimate sex toy, and she didn't want that taken away.

"I'll…I'll buy it from you," she offered. "What do you want for it?"

Severus looked at her for a moment, his black eyes slowly sweeping over her tightly tied housecoat down to her petite bare feet. They returned to rest on her face, and his nostrils flared slightly.

"What are you willing to give me for it, Hermione?" he asked her.

Hermione felt warmth pulse inside her at the suggestiveness in the wizard's voice. She had to get him out of here and without the pensieve. She couldn't part with it and she couldn't have its star in her presence when she was so scantily dressed and her bedroom only a few steps away.

"Ten galleons?" she asked him.

He shook his head.

"Not enough," he replied, his eyes meeting hers.

"Twenty galleons?"

"No."

"Thirty?"

"No deal."

"Forty?"

Severus shook his head.

"Fifty?"

"No, Hermione, not fifty."


Hermione continued raising the price until she reached one hundred and twenty galleons.

Severus studied her.

"You certainly want to keep that pensieve, Hermione," he said to her silkily. "Why is that?"

Hermione's eyes shifted a bit as she looked at him. Severus knew the witch was about to tell him a lie.

"I want it because it is a record of my first time. It's…it's sentimental," she said.

"Sentimental, Hermione?" he asked her in disbelief, "You didn't even remember me fucking you."

When the Potions Master used such blatantly dirty language to describe what he'd done to her, Hermione felt a gush of wetness roll out of her.

Severus was experienced enough to know that Hermione was responding to him strongly. He was about to make it stronger. He took a step closer to the witch, who immediately stepped back. Her breathing was getting a tiny bit labored. As a wizard whose art required him to notice subtle changes, Severus caught the slight hitch in her breath as if she had announced it.

"You're lying to me, Hermione," he said silkily, "The reason you want that pensieve to remain with you is not because of sentiment. Sentiment has nothing to do with it."

Hermione looked up at the wizard, her heart starting to pound. Those dark eyes seemed to look right inside her, knowing her deepest secrets. She hoped Severus couldn't scent her arousal. Her thighs were soaked.

"I think you want to keep that pensieve so you can repeatedly experience me," he said in a low voice. "When you feel the need for sex, you enter that pensieve and relive that night, don't you Hermione?"

"No," the witch whispered, almost unable to find her voice. She couldn't tell him he was right. She couldn't admit that she was using the pensieve to relieve her sexual needs.

"Again, you are lying to me, Hermione. My very proximity has you sopping wet," he hissed at her, stepping forward again.

"You abandoned us," Hermione said, rather weakly, "You turned your back on Mathias and me. I can't want you, Severus. Not after what you've done to us."

"Ah, Hermione. You are attempting to think logically about me in a situation that defies logic. An aching pussy knows no logic, witch. It only wants to be filled," he breathed at her. "You can't help but want me, Hermione. First of all, you've been wizardless for three months. You are still a young witch. You have needs. Secondly, you've been using level two of that pensieve as if I was your personal sex toy."

"That's not true," Hermione lied, but Severus wasn't swayed.

Well, actually he was being swayed by both Hermione's desire and her denial. He loved to seduce witches who tried to deny they felt an urge to fuck him.

"What would happen if I took that pensieve away from you, Hermione? Would you be forced back to your two-dimensional dreams and fantasies? Or would your need make you seek out anyone with a cock to satisfy you?" he asked her.

The suggestion she would fuck anyone because of her need snapped Hermione back to herself. She was furious too.

"Get out! I won't give you the pensieve. I understood it to be a gift, and I am keeping it. You can't make me give it back," she hissed at him.

"You have something that belongs to me!" he hissed back at her.

Suddenly the wizard grabbed the witch, turned her and backed her against the front door, holding her in place by the closeness of his body. Severus didn't press against her but his black eyes watched as the petite witch trembled, trapped between his body and the door. He suspected if her touched her in any intimate way, Hermione would break apart.

"In fact, you lead me to believe by your reaction, Hermione, that you have two things that belong to me," he said in a low voice. "I don't believe Mr. Forall quite did it for you, even before you viewed the pensieve. I think, witch, that when you experienced me at level two it was the first time you felt fulfilled sexually by a wizard in your life."

Suddenly Hermione couldn't look at the wizard anymore. She closed her eyes. Gods, Severus was so close, she could feel the heat from his body. All the witch had to do was lean forward just a bit and she could feel him against her, hard, lean, strong, and real.

Severus watched Hermione close her eyes against him, against what she was feeling. He was so tempted to press his body against hers. Very tempted.

"Give me my pensieve, Hermione, and I will go," he said to her, his voice like silk. "You want me to go, don't you?"

Hermione didn't answer him. She felt like she couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

"Or do you want me to stay? Of course, if I do…" he paused.

Hermione's amber eyes opened and looked up at the wizard.

"You wouldn't need the pensieve tonight," he breathed at her.

With a great effort Hermione pushed past the Potions Master and spun.

"You have some nerve coming here, Severus Snape, to prey on my emotions. You knew that pensieve would affect me! You have no ethics…no morals, nothing! You just want to take advantage of me," she seethed at him.

"But think," he purred at her, "You would be taking advantage of me as well. It's clear I arouse you, Hermione. The pensieve may fulfill you, but I imagine it is rather…repetitive. You are no longer a virgin now. Sex with me could be so much more…adventurous. In the pensieve, you experienced only a 'straight shot'. Tonight, you could take a more satisfying and convoluted journey with me," he purred at her. "No one would know, Hermione. It would be our secret."

"No," she said, feeling as if she were a human torch inside. The wizard was the very incarnation of a muggle devil, tempting her, those black eyes looking straight inside her soul.

Severus frowned at her.

"I don't think I've ever seen a witch who wanted me to fuck her more than you do, Hermione," he observed cocking his head at her, "or one so deep in self-denial. You aren't a child, witch. If you have needs you are well within your right to have them fulfilled. There's no shame in this. A pensieve is not the answer. You'll lose yourself in a memory and not live. Your son is in Hogwarts. You have no wizard in your life. You go to work and come home to an empty house, and empty bed, to curl up with a ceramic bowl full of cobwebs and a wizard that no longer exists. It's not healthy and it's not natural. As long as you have that pensieve, you won't live, witch. You won't seek out what you need. Give it to me."

Hermione looked at the wizard she involved herself with via pensieve several times a week. He was standing here now, real and willing to make a new memory with her…but as much as her body was screaming to say yes, her mind was telling her she would be wrong to do it. It would be like rewarding him for abandoning her and her son for all these years. True, he was going to help her tell Mathias the truth, but the fact remained he was never there for them, never there for her. And he was right, she had never wanted another wizard the way she wanted him right now. It was tempting to say fuck everything that happened, just for tonight. But she would have to look at herself in the mirror, and she knew she'd be ashamed of herself afterwards. Ashamed and guilty.

Severus watched Hermione's emotion and indecision play across her face. The witch wanted him, but she was also feeling the hurt he had caused her. If he pressed her, he was sure he could seduce her…her body was completely attuned to him. But the next morning might be a replay of the scene eleven years ago, yet this time it wouldn't be directed toward him, the witch would feel self-loathing if not self-hatred.

He really would like to fuck Hermione and feel her passion for him as he took his pleasure of her. Maybe she would even feel less bitter towards him if he gave her a pleasurable experience. But he really didn't want to put her through more pain. She probably wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she gave in to him.

Severus felt remorse now for abandoning Hermione and Mathias. It was slow in coming, but as he watched his son he realized he had lost something very precious when he refused to be in his life. He was always a selfish wizard, and took the selfish way out. A rather cowardly way out as well. Yes, there were mitigating circumstances, but Hermione was right when she said he was a spy, and hid hundreds of things from Voldemort. And over the years, the Dark Lord had slackened up on his scrutiny of the Potions Master, since he now infiltrated every part of the wizarding world and had hundreds of deatheaters to collect information from.

Voldemort was still a murderer, however, and did kill those he caught defying his tenets in horrible ways. Whole families disappeared. But Severus might have been able to continue to hide Mathias and Hermione publicly. He might have. But he chose not to do this. And now regret sat heavily on his soul. His actions had caught up to him.

He looked at the witch. If he fucked Hermione, the wizard could take the opportunity to tell her as he took her how sorry he was for leaving her to raise his child alone. It would be far more effective than a straight apology, he was sure. Women were very emotional during sex, and accepting. Even in his guilt, Severus was thinking like a Slytherin.

But still, Hermione's emotional state afterwards would be terrible. As much as he was driven to take advantage of her reawakened desire for him, he wouldn't press her. But if she were to live a healthy, normal life, he needed to get that pensieve away from her.

He sighed and relaxed his stance. Hermione did likewise, now that he didn't look as if he were about to pounce on her. Her heart still pounded in her chest.

"Hermione, give me the pensieve," the wizard said quietly, "So I can go before something happens between us that you will once again regret later."

Hermione looked at him.

"If you want that pensieve from me, you will have to sue me for it," she said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her. Was she that attached to it that she would be willing to go to court over it?

"If we went the legal route, then the contents of the pensieve might become public knowledge," he said evenly. "You don't want that do you, Hermione?"

Hermione's brow furrowed.

"No I don't, but you don't either. Your little 'indiscretion' of eleven years ago would be known by the Dark Lord, and anyone who can do math and has eyes will immediately realize Mathias is your son," she replied a bit smugly. "A fact you've hidden all his life. Will it take a pensieve for you to publicly acknowledge him?"

Amber eyes met black eyes. Neither set wavered.

"You're still a stubborn, little chit," he said to her, his eyes glinting

Hermione continued to look at him mutinously.

"Very well, Hermione…you can keep the pensieve, and your little fantasy world of fucking me over and over…for now. But I warn you witch, nothing good is going to come of it. It would be better to just give yourself to me if you want me so desperately and be satisfied, then live in memory. You are thirty-one years old, a mother…and from what I can see, a good mother. But you are not emotionally mature and what you are doing is going to psychologically affect you in the long run. Who will put you back together then, Hermione? Who's going to make you whole again?" Severus asked her.

"I'll be fine," she said stubbornly, hating that he knew why she wanted to keep the pensieve, but unable to hand it over.

Severus stared at her a moment, then shook his head.

"All right, witch. You've made a choice, a very stupid choice," he said evenly, opening the front door, "but I will be back, and I will retrieve that pensieve from you, if I have to search this house from top to bottom to find it."

Hermione watched him silently as he stepped out of the door and into the night. The Potions Master turned back to her.

"And if you are terribly distraught about your loss, I will gladly leave you with a new memory to comfort you. You only have to say you want it, Hermione. It's waiting for you."

Then Severus closed the door and was gone.

Hermione slumped with relief. She didn't believe he really came for the pensieve. She thought he had come for her. He almost had her too. Almost.

The witch locked the door securely then went to find her wand to but up several protective wards.

She didn't want him coming back.

At least, that's what her mind told her.

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A/N: Lemons were tempting, oh so, so tempting… but ultimately I didn't think Hermione should give in so easily, just as I didn't think Severus should take advantage of her either, tempting as it was. He has to show some growth, some remorse, some developing sense of conscience as the reality of fatherhood and responsibility settles in. So I just couldn't let the lemons happen yet…but in the words of Arnie: He will be back. Now that next visit might have quite a different ending. Hope you all aren't too disappointed. Please review.