A Living Secret ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 33 ~ The Words that Bind...and Break

The first thing Marcus Delaluci did when he saw Ronald Weasley was to place an Eradicator tracking charm on the wizard. Sooner or later, he would lead him to Hermione, and once he was led to Hermione, he would most likely be able to locate Snape. More than likely they were interacting more freely since Hermione left Hogwarts.

Marcus thought about that journal.

Probably interacting quite freely if Snape wasn’t a damn fool.

Draco and Ron had a great altercation the following evening when the pureblood, accompanied by his goons Crabbe and Goyle accosted Ron as he walked back from the Quidditch field with his broom on his shoulder. He had been out flying alone. Ron was alone much of the time because his attitude was quite snappy, so much that no one hung around him much.

“So, where’s Granger, Weasley? With Potter?” Draco said to Ron as he approached them, heading for the castle.

“None of your business, Malfoy,” Ron spat at him.

Ron didn’t even want to think about Hermione. It was too painful. Ron made to walk by him when Draco blocked his path, Crabbe and Goyle bringing up the rear.

“Look Weasley, you’re by yourself now. Easy pickings you blood traitor,” Draco hissed before being hit in the face hard by Ron’s broomstick and knocked off his feet. The surprised Crabbe and Boyle were blasted off their feet before they could take a step.

Ron usually never started fights, but in this case the young wizard felt the best defense was a good offense. He wasn’t taking any chances with Draco or his flunkies. Ron collared Draco as Crabbe and Goyle moaned, unable to get up. Ron’s intent had been so focused that the stunners he sent were quite powerful.

“Listen Draco. I know the Dark Lord wants to kill me, and most likely will try and send you after me. I swear to the gods, Draco…this is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you and your apes if you try anything. An Unforgivable can be used in self-defense, and I know how to do them. Now leave me the fuck alone…or else,” Ron hissed before busting Draco in the nose as hard as he could, smashing it.

Draco clutched his nose with both hands, blood streaming between his fingers as Ron stalked off, turning around from time to time to see if they were following. He looked as if he wanted them to follow, but Crabbe and Goyle were in no condition to get up yet.

Draco stared after the wizard hatefully.

Weasley would pay for this. He didn’t have eyes in the back of his head…but he might end up with a hole in it.

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Thursday night at about nine-thirty, Hermione and Harry were sitting in the living room, Harry polishing his beloved Firebolt and Hermione knitting a cap for Dobby. The house elf loved colorful caps and the one the witch was making consisted of orange, purple and lime green. Dobby was beside himself with joy.

”He’s going to blind somebody with that cap, Hermione,” Harry quipped, looking over at the mishmash of colors she was binding into a cohesive whole.

”It’s what he wants, Harry,” Hermione replied, not looking up from her work but smiling.

Dobby was out visiting Winky for a little elfin in-outie. House elves had needs too.

Suddenly Severus strode in.

Harry and Hermione both looked up surprised.

“Professor, I thought you said you’d be here Friday to talk to me,” Harry said to the wizard.

“And I will be. Tonight I am visiting Hermione…if she is agreeable,” the wizard replied, looking at the witch, his eyes glinting, “We have…a date of sorts.”

Hermione’s hand went to her hair first. It was rather tangled and bushing up. She was dressed in a t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants and barefoot. When Severus left the night before it was only afterwards she realized they hadn’t “celebrated.” She thought the wizard had changed his mind.

“A date?” Harry said, looking at Hermione, who turned red.

Severus looked at her, waiting for her reply.

“Ah, yes. The Professor and I did talk about spending a little time together,” Hermione said in a rather small voice.

That was all Severus needed to hear. He walked over to Hermione, caught her by the arm and pulled her out of the chair. He looked at Harry.

“We are going to ‘spend some time,’” he purred at the wizard, then unceremoniously dragged Hermione down the hall to her room.

”And that’s the wizard she wanted,” Harry said to himself as he heard Hermione let out a squeal and her bedroom door slam shut, “I hope she remembers the silencing spell. I really don’t want to hear this.”

Harry needn’t have worried. The Potions Master warded the door and placed a silencing charm on it, then turned to Hermione, who was standing nervously in the middle of the room, feeling as if a squadron of dragons were flying about in her belly. She touched her hair again.

“If I had known you were coming, Professor, I would have made myself more presentable,” she said softly.

Severus looked her over.

“Call me Severus in private, witch…and you look fine. Clothing should not be a concern since I intend to have you out of them shortly…however,” he said, walking over to her bed and sitting down on it, Hermione turning as he passed her. He started taking off his boots.

“…we are going to have a bit of Q & A first. I need to know…your mindset. What it is that you desire from me,” he said, removing his boots and taking off his socks as if at home. He pushed his socks inside of his boots and slid them under her bed. He straightened and began unbuttoning his robes. He paused.

“Well, go on. Tell me what you want from me,” he said to Hermione.

”You know what I want,” she said, reddening.
Gods, this was embarrassing. Why was he doing this to her? It was quite simple really. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel him penetrate her body over and over, those dark eyes blazing into hers. She wanted to feel his hands on her flesh, his mouth against her own, hear that voice purr all manner of dirty things to her…

Severus looked at her, irritation on his face as he saw she drifted off into another fantasy.

”I see your ability to explain a situation doesn’t apply to me,” he snapped at her.
Hermione started as if he had shocked her.

“What?” she asked blankly.

Severus shook his head as he looked at her.

”You’re not able to focus at all when I’m near you, are you Hermione?” he asked her, resuming unbuttoning his robes.

”I can think,” she said, “though…not as well as usual.”

Severus was tempted to chuckle, but he didn’t.

”I’m quite sure you don’t think about lessons,” he said, his lip quirking, “Tell me what you do think about…”

Hermione flushed, looking down at her feet like a child. But the Potions Master knew she was not a child anymore.

”I can’t,” she said, “It’s too hard.”

The wizard looked at her thoughtfully as he parted his robes.

“Yes, I imagine it is hard to have the desires of an adult but still the innocence of a child,” he said softly, “Though your journals hardly prove your innocence, Hermione. Why do you fantasize about me that way? So brutal to you?”

Hermione swallowed.

”Because you were always so brutal in class. Cold, hard…insulting…almost cruel,” she said in a low voice.

”And that’s how you want me to be. The wizard in your fantasies, cruel and controlling,” he said, wanting confirmation, “You want me to take control of your body as if I own it.”

”Yes,” she admitted in a voice so low, Severus could hardly hear her.

The wizard’s dark eyes swept over her curves. Hermione was small but well-built. She would fill out a bit by middle age most likely…but if a wizard liked full-figured women, she would be perfect.

And Severus Snape did.

Severus stood up and removed his robes, folding them and placing them on a wooden chair resting against the wall. He was dressed in only his boxers now, watching his effect on Hermione as her breath quickened, her eyes drifting down his lean, pale body. He was built so hard…tight. She could see the sinews in his arms and legs.

“I have never purposely mistreated a woman I was intimate with, Hermione,” the wizard said, “I may have become overly passionate, but corrected myself if she complained. But you, you seem to want me…unleashed. I honestly don’t think you can take that, witch. You don’t have enough experience. Your body isn’t used to a man twisting and pounding it. You may think you want that from me, but you don’t,” he said, getting an erection despite himself.

Severus sat down because Hermione’s eyes fell to his tenting boxers. She wouldn’t be able to focus on what he was saying if his cock were distracting her. She’d have time to be distracted later. Right now, the Potions Master wanted a bit of verbal foreplay.

Suddenly, Hermione had a burst of courage. Yes, Professor Snape…Severus…he was her fantasy wizard, but the reality was…he didn’t know her. He knew of her, from being her teacher, but he had no idea what was inside her, what she desired. She knew her own mind better than he did, no matter what he thought.

”You might think you know what I want, Pro…”she began, then changed mid-sentence as the Potions Master scowled at her, “…Severus, but the truth is…YOU don’t.”

The wizard arched an eyebrow at her. The witch was getting a bit…brassy.

“Hermione, there is one thing I know, that you don’t…and that is what my cock can do to a woman. I’m no boy, witch. I was reasonably gentle with you when I took your virginity. You are asking me not to be so. Reality is much different than fantasy, girl,” he said warningly.

Girl? Did the wizard just call her a girl?

”I’m not a GIRL!” Hermione yelled at him furiously, “I’m a woman now!”

Instead of getting angry at Hermione’s outburst, Severus smirked.

“It takes more than getting a cock stuffed inside you to make you a woman, Hermione,” he purred at her, making the witch even angrier…so angry that she didn’t think about what she said next. She really should have.

“You know what, Professor? You’re a big fucking disappointment! You strutted around Hogwarts like you were the most dangerous man alive, as if you would literally devour any woman that tangled with you. That’s how I saw you…strong, sexy, dominant…a real man! Someone who could make me forget about everything…my studies, my problems, my whole overly cerebral world. Someone who could be in charge other than me all the time. Someone I could be weak with, who I could hand control over to. Someone who would tell me the truth, that I’m not the greatest thing in the wizarding world since…since…sliced bread!” Hermione hissed as Severus stared at her in amazement. Hermione continued.

“That’s what I wanted, that’s what I thought you could be. That’s what I fantasized about. Just giving in…just being able to give in for once. You have no idea what it’s like to be me! Brainy Hermione! Gryffindor’s golden girl! The brightest witch in Hogwarts in the last fifty years! You know how many things I’ve gotten away with just because I’m ‘Hermione Granger?’ Almost everything! Just for once I’d like to be with someone who’ll tell me I’m fallible, I’m human, and I’m arrogant. Just once I’d like to be with someone honest who’ll tell me I’m capable of doing wrong and have done wrong and punish me for it. You used to do it in class…you never let me get away with anything…and…and…” Hermione’s voice faltered for a moment and she blinked rapidly, drawing in a calming breath, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the wizard almost disdainfully.

“You’re right, Severus. Reality is much different than fantasy. The reality is you can’t be what I want, so you’re trying to get me to change my mind because you don’t want to be put in the position of proving yourself! You can’t give me what I need!” Hermione declared, stamping her bare foot on the floor and wincing because she did it too hard. But it didn’t ruin the effect of her tirade.

Severus sat on the bed, his face as hard as stone as he looked at the witch. She was challenging his masculinity, that was certain…but the wizard knew that the young witch wanted…wanted help. There was something inside her that needed to get out…or be released. Hermione couldn’t do it with her mind or think her way through it. All the entries in her journal were an expression of her need to break away from the conventions of her life, from all the endless praise and fulfilling the constant expectations of others, expectations that were never satisfied. Hermione always had to do better, think faster, be brighter…and no matter how much she succeeded, she was always, always required to do more.

It was said, “Uneasy is the head that wears the crown". Severus couldn’t help thinking in Hermione’s case the quote would be more fitting if it stated, “How heavy is the heart of the one that wears the crown.”

Slowly the wizard stood up, walked over to the chair, picked up his robes and put them back on, fastening them. Hermione watched him silently. This was it. Her tirade had made the wizard angry, and now…he was leaving.

She didn’t want him to leave, but there was something inside Hermione that wouldn’t let her ask him to stay.

Severus sat back down on the bed, took out his boots, pulled out his socks and slipped them on. Then he put on his boots stood up and looked at the witch.

“I suppose you’re leaving now,” Hermione said, trying not to look contrite.

Severus didn’t answer her at first, then suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at her, flicking it.

Hermione was fully dressed in her school uniform and robes.

Severus then whirled his wand in an intricate motion around his head and spun quickly pointing his wand at the room walls, purring “Illusory Visiones!”

As he spun in place, the room changed…the walls become stone with charts, torches and posters of people in various states of magical suffering. It appeared much larger than what it was and was a replica of his Potions classroom at Hogwarts. He turned the chair into a long student desk and stool, and the bed into his own desk. Hermione stared at the illusion, then looked at Severus with wide eyes.

”No, Miss Granger, I’m not going anywhere until I’ve sorted you out. NOW SIT DOWN!” he roared.

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A/N: Thought I forget about the lemons, eh? Lol. Well, I didn’t. Thanks for reading.