In The Life Of A Potions Master

Chapter 4

Severus looked at the bound woman; she was to be his first treat. He should be pleased; he had pleased his master and now he was to be rewarded. She fought hard against the cutting hemp rope that held her arms and legs to the altar. He knew he was going to have to do this, no matter how distasteful he thought it.

He looked at his fellow Death Eaters, each watching their new brother, waiting to see him perform for them. He felt his stomach lurch. The urge to vomit rising as he approached the young blonde.

She was maybe twenty-three, perhaps a bit older. Her hair was a striking blonde that curled around her face, full and soft to the touch. Her skin was lightly tanned and slightly freckled; a small scar just above her groin was evident against the rich colored flesh. Hees wes were deep blue and shone with tears and fear, fear about what Severus would do to her.

Severus moved toward her, his face a stone mask of uncaring, but his heart was weeping knowing what was expected of him. He parted his robes, his body responding to the stimulus of the nude woman tied down for him, but his heart was dreading what his body would relish. He ran his leather-clad hand down her chest, feeling her shudder under him, feeling the fear permeate the air. He couldn’t do this, not with her this way, he needed to calm her, needed her to be at ease.

He muttered a lust spell, an old and dark lust spell; one that was long ago made illegal due to its power. She stilled and the look in her eyes changed, the fear and hate was gone in an instant, replaced by longing and need. He continued moving his hand down her body, across her flat stomach and to her center. He was very glad that the spell had worked as well as it had. He doubted he would ever be able to look in a mirror again.

He saw all the times he had been forced to someone else’s will, felt the pain and disgust he had held. He was causing this to the girl. He felt her spasm around him; at least she would enjoy her last moments. He saw his father, his housemates, he felt his stomach turn. He was nothing. He was a beast. He was now nothing more then them, a rapist, the scum of the earth.

He took the blade from the table and ran its sharp edge along her throat, the crimson blood flowing freely from the long deep wound. Her eyes glazed over as he spilled inside of her.

He had run, once he was alone, run through the forest they had meet in. His feet seemed to know were to take him even if he didn’t. He found himself on the grounds of Hogwarts, her Hogwarts. He had come back to Sandra, back to her home. He needed someone. He didn’t know who he could turn to, but he had to turn to someone.

Standing ahead of him was Albus Dumbledore. Severus now knew were he needed to go, to the one man he hadn’t trusted, the one man who had told him that the greatest power was in himself, not in another. He had scoffed at him, Dumbledore, the man who had taken Sandra away from him. He had hated him for that, hated him for not dying in her place, hated him because he had tried to comfort him.

“Severus, are you okay?” Albus’ eyes searched the deathly pale face of Severus; for once his eyes didn’t sparkle.

“No! No I’m not okay! They made me do it! The blood, all that blood,” Severus’ eyes were flying from the castle to Albus, to the forest, and back to Albus. He was too agitated to think straight. “I raped her! Then I killed her! The knife just slit through her, and the blood, the blood, Albus, it was everywhere.”

“Calm down Severus, why don’t we go to my office? You can have a cup of tea and we can talk.”

Severus couldn’t stop shaking; he was scared. He wanted out; he wanted to get away from them, from his fellow Death Eaters. He wanted to run. He didn’t think he could get away though, and how would he ever live with himself after what he had done. His brothers and sisters, his new family, had clapped him on the back and poured him drinks. Drinks he was now sorry he had taken. His mind was strained and unfocused; it kept coming back to her face. Her face, frozen in a grim smile of satisfaction, the sound of a moan the last sound she had ever made.


Hermione woke in a cold sweat; she looked at Severus, who was sleeping soundly, an odd out of place giggle coming from his normally serious face. She was surprised as the giggle turned into a hearty laugh, and soon he was thrashing all over the bed. Hermione frowned; she knew he was not going to be happy having this dream. She thought it funny gh, gh, what would he think when he woke up. She was sure it could only be one memory. She looked at the clock on the night table next to the bed and grimaced. It was just one in the morning.

Severus woke from the dream and looked at her, he scowled, which made her laugh.

“Have a bad dream my love?” She mocked.

“You know damn well that I did. I would rather relive my childhood then have Mister Weasley’s hands all over me! I can’t believe you let him get away with that; he spent half the time catching a cheap feel.” He looked at her and saw the tears, the sweat beads on her forehead. “Which one was it?” He asked simply.

“The day you came back to Hogwarts, back to Professor Dumbledore.”

“The sooner these dreams are gone from us the better.” He looked away from Hermione, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. What she couldn’t realize was this spell was never really over. It bound the minds of the couple to each other. Bonds them till the day they die.

“Severus, we will be wed in a couple hours. Obviously, your activities as a Death Eater are no surprise to me. I will not judge you for what you have done, only what you will do.” She ran her hand along his jaw.

Severus felt his body react. His crotch stiffened; his length growing hard and ridged. Her hand was like silk setting his senses on f He He had all but forgotten how such a simple action could cause such a quick result. Hermione had not missed the tent formed by blanket and man; she smiled seductively as her hand slid down hisst ast and across the silk of the sheet that covered him.

“How about one last premarital affair, Professor? A little fun before our wedding?” She purred in his ear.

“Miss Granger, that will be a detention and fifty points from Gryffindor for trying to seduce a professor.” He smirked as he waved his wand, he was in his teaching robes and she was back in her Gryffindor uniform. He loved how cute she was in that little uniform.

Hermione had seen the look in Severus’ eyes many times over the last few years; it had always come when she was alone with him, detentions, and later potions projects. Last year she had seen that look when they had spent time together in his chambers reading or having tea, his eyes narrowed, lips twisted in a slight smirk. He had always been very chaste when they were together, but now she knew that look, what the set of his eyes was all about.

Severus left Hermione standing in their rooms. He walked through the door to his office and into the potions lab. It didn’t take Hermione long to catch the meaning behind this action as she followed after him. When she entered the lab he was sitting behind his desk, she assumed as las looking over the last bit of work he had to finish before the start of term. It was so cute the way he was scowling at the papers he had finished working on months ago in an attempt to keep the mood.

“I see you are on time, Miss Granger.” He droned in his silkiest professor’s voice.

“Yes, sir,” she looked down at her feet and tried to suppress a giggle. Severus had replaced her normal school shoes with a pair of black leather heels, four-inch stilettos, definitely not regulation. She had been wondering why she felt taller. “Will I be cleaning cauldrons? Doing inventory of the supply room, or do you want me to do something else?” She kept her face neutral but her eyes lit up as she emphasized the words want me.

Severus was enjoying this game; it served two purposes, one of course was he was aching to be inside her again. The second was somewhat more private, he had been looking at her in the uniform for years. True her f few few years were normal enough, but her sixth year had been something of a test for his patience. After the first three detentions, Albus had asked that he find a better way to spend time with her so he had started to work on a simple potion. However, the potion could only be brewed by a woman. He had sat there watching her, the way she moved, the simple elegance and grace in the way she bd.
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“Yes, Miss Granger, I do have something else I wish you to do today.” He couldn’t suppress the smirk that spread across his lips; this was just too much fun.

“Yes, sir,” Hermione said in as close to a defeated tone as she could get. It ended up coming out as more of repressed anticipation she thought, but there was little she could do about it.

“You will start by… um…” Severus felt the blush rise up in his cheeks, this was going to be their second time together and he co’t e’t even say what he wanted her to do. So many things were going through his mind at that moment. He felt like a pervert for the school girl fantasy. He felt like and old man for going after a woman just barely out of school. And more so he felt like a complete dunderhead for not being able to tell this beautiful creature just what it was he wanted.

He knew Hermione would gladly give him what he asked for. He even craved the things his mind was screaming for. He just held so much guilt over forcing those things to be done in the past. And so much pain for having been forced to do them in the past it made his mind whirl with unwanted arguments. Arguments over what was right and what was wrong.

Hermione wasn’t sure if she should push Severus or not, he had never been very forward in regards to intimate activities. She was thrilled he had started this game, but she could also see that he was starting to get embarrassed by how forward it required him to be. She didn’t need long to make her decision thought.

Severus watched as Hermione moved toward him, enticed by the subtle sway of her hips, the pout to her lips. The look in her eyes drew him in further. He could see the need, the want, the unbridled lust filled in her chocolate brown orbs, and it excited him. He felt tight in his chest, his heart pounding in his ears as Hermione kneeled down in front of him.

She laid one small hand gently on his groin, a single finger playing with the volumous folds of his robes. Her finger was lightly grazing the solid ridge of his erection. With each swipe of her finger one more button opened to her, one more barricade removed from her prize. She felt the silk of his boxers under her hand, soft and gentle against her caress, as her finger slid over the slick fabric she felt his cock jump as a low throaty moan escaped his parted lips.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, a sweet innocent smile, a practiced deceit as her hand removed his erection from his boxers. Their eyes were locked as she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and slowly down his throbbing manhood. She felt him shiver under her gentle touch, felt his muscles tighten, and then in one swift motion she swallowed him taking him deep into her mouth. Her head began moving up and down, slowly at first then faster.

Severus was gripping the arms of his chair as if he would fall through the floor at any second. His nerves were tingling with delight as the warm wetness of her mouth moved over his shaft. He was gritting his teeth to keep from screaming out as the pressure built and he grew closer to the edge. He was trying desperately to stop himself, trying anything he could think of. Reciting potions ingredients and formulas in his head; thinking of Albus and Minerva. He was looking for any thought that would allow the evening to last longer.

Hermione was moving at a fevered pitch, her chestnut curls bouncing in disarray as she worked her man. She was planning on making this a long night, and she was going to make Severus long for her and take action when he wanted her. She brought her free hand to his leg and ran it up to his thigh, teasing the flesh with the feather light touch.

Severus threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his throat as he spilled into Hermione’s mouth. He almost jumped out of the chair when he felt her swallow, the muscles of her throat drawing the milky fluid down and sucking harder on him. He was starting to come down from his orgasm induced high but Hermione wasn’t stopping, she was still sucking and licking at him eagerly. It was creating a blissful cross of pleasure and pain as her head moved and her tongue rubbed along his sensitive cock.

Hermione would have been smiling from ear to ear if she didn’t have a mouth full. Severus was already hard again, but that wasn’t the best of it. He looked as if he was going to rocket through the ceiling and straight out of the school. He was twitching and shaking, low deep moans of pleasure washed from his mouth to her ears. Hermione stopped, letting him fall from her mouth as she stood up. She took a few steps back from him and fought to repress the smile creeping upon her lips.

“Will that be all, Professor?” She asked in her most innocent voice.

Severus was throbbing with need, he was shaking from head to toe from all the sensations that his body had been subjected to. More then that though, he needed her; he knew that now.

“No, Miss Granger, that will not be all,” he said in his deep professor’s voice. “You will remove your garments and lay on my desk.” He would have walked to her but he knew his knees would buckle under the weight of his body.

Hermione did as she was told, slowly removing each peace of clothing. Severus watched as she slowly undid each button of her blouse, each one revealing a touch more flesh as she went. She let the shirt fall to the floor exposing the white lacy bra and the creamy flesh of her breast. She worked the skirt next, letting it slide down her hips as the buttons were removed and it grew looser.

After what seemed like forever she was standing in just her bra and panties. Severus could feel his eyes moving over her body. He watched enthralled as her bra fell to the floor, and then her panties. She moved to his desk, nothing but the heels and thigh high nylons left, and sat at the edge, her flat stomach and hardened nipples at Severus’ eye level. Severus felt himself tighten even more as he caught the musky sent of her coming to find his nose from the curled nest.

Hermione lay back and opened herself to Severus, letting her legs reach out to him and wrap around his body pulling him closer. It didn’t take anymore prompting; Severus started to feverishly devourer the soft flesh. He was licking the juices from the folds of flesh, rolling the sensitive nub of flesh, and entering her with his tongue.

Severus felt wild and reckless, as if he would die if he didn’t give in to these urges. He knew he had no control, that his body was acting and not his mind, and for the first time in his life he loved it. His hands were like trained masters as one stroked her breast, the other slipped a long finger deep into Hermione, first one, then two, thrusting in time with the strokes of his tongue. Then he moved his thumb, rubbing it along the soaked flesh.

Hermione screamed his name as her walls tightened around his fingers. Her hips came off the desk and Severus moved with her. He was being unrelenting and she loved him for it. She was gripping the edge of the desk thrusting against his fingers, rubbing her clit against his tongue. She wanted everything she could take, and she wanted to give him everything she could give. She felt her walls clinch again as her hips bucked and she screamed his name for the second time.

Severus smirked at her reaction to one more finger. He was enjoying this power, he also knew he needed to calm himself some, he could feel one thrust and he would be more then finished. Hermione was bucking under his every touch and he was reveling in the power of his simple actions.

Severus almost jumped out of his chair as he felt a nylon clad foot rubbing against his swollen groin. He hadn’t even thought she would try to reach for him. He was moaning against her clit as the fabric and flesh rubbed him.

Hermione felt him leave her, felt his fingers removed, his tongue stopped. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him coming between her thighs. He pressed into her hole and with one quick thrust he was in her. He was thrusting hard and fast, and she was rolling her hips into every thrust, her walls gripping him tighter with every move. They were moving as one as each moaned in simple delight, caught in the wave of carnal pleasure.

Severus had never known how much pleasure could be derived from simple actions, but every day with Hermione had become about them, a simple touch, kiss, smile, and now this. Love making, it was simple, basic, a desire of the heart to become one with your mate, to share each other in a personal way, to try and touch the very heart and soul of your lover and to let them touch yours. His head was awash with the power of these simple actions, the power her kisses held over him, the strength a small caress held over his soul.

Hermione was in heaven; her body was racked with wave upon wave of pleasure as Severus thrust into her. Her hands were roaming over his back leaving long jagged scratches. Her legs pulled at him trying to drag him to her trying to get him deeper. Her mind had left some time ago and she was glad of it. For the first time in her life she didn’t need it and was happy to let it roam away for a time and let her body react to the touches of her snarky potions master.

They were both panting, their breath irregular with the pleasurable labors. Each one covered in a sweat-induced shine. Their bodies moving as one, letting each take what they needed from the other as they dragged each other into ecstasy. They felt complete, as if they were one, their bodies joined for all time.

Severus was on the edge of his second orgasm of the night and moving over with every motion. They came together each holding the other tightly calling out the other’s name. Severus fell back into his chair and Hermione fell back on to the desk. They were breathing heavy and each was smiling.

Hermione was the first to move, slowly sitting up and looking at her lover, a sly smile firmly in place as she looked at the disheveled black robes.

“Will that be all Professor, or did you have something else in mind?”

“Oh yes, Miss Granger, I do have something else in mind.”

Hermione looked at him, he was smirking in his normal fashion, but she was taken by the single tear the trailed its way down his cheek. “And that would be, Professor?”

“A life time detention, Miss Granger, starting tomorrow and never ending.” He placed his head in her lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“For you, Professor, I would gladly misbehave that badly.” She ran her fingers through his hair as he lay on her lap. She stayed that way, stroking his hair as he slept on her lap. Tomorrow she would be Hermione Granger-Snape; it was going to be a beautiful day.


Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, it was late and she was alone. She loved this time, it was quiet and no one made comments about the “brain” at it again. She sat alone reading Romeo and Juliet, her father had loved that story. He had taken every chance to see the play; he read the book every few months. There was hardly a moment of peace when it wasn’t firmly placed in his hands. It was even his copy she held in her hands. Battered and old, but it was his. She missed him deeply, but found a connection to him in the words of Shakespeare.

This was her time, the night, no one to pass judgment about your habit, no one to look down on you for doing something you enjoy. She looked at her watch, also his, a gold pocket watch, the kind you have to wind everyday or you’ll be late for everything. It was just pass four in the morning; she knew she was going to pay for this in the morning.

She looked up and smiled, Harry was standing at the door watching her. He looked as if he had been there for quite some time. He walked over to her and sat next to her on the well worn couch.

“You should have stayed with your mother for a few more days.”

“It wouldn’t have helped Harry, he’s gone and there isn’t anything I can do about it.” She smiled as Harry took her hand.

“You’re reading it again?”

“How many times have you stood there?”

“Including tonight? Seven, it’s not easy watching a friend mourning alone, mind you.” He smiled at her look of mixed gratitude and aggravation.

“Harry, I don’t want to mourn. He’s gone, there is nothing more. But this, this book is him. I read it and feel as if he is here with me, as if I am still a little girl sitting on his lap reading along with him.” She stopped and looked into her friend’s eyes, he was searching hers and she found it mildly disconcerting.

They had both lost someone: Hermione, her father and Harry, his godfather. Harry wanted to be with Hermione, to help her through her father’s death. But she was just closing him out on the subject; she wouldn’t talk to him about it. He wasn’t sure if it was for her or for him. Thinking about it though he realized it was the same he had done when Sirius had died. He had locked away the pain. He had kept it to himself, only letting it out to destroy Dumbledore’s office.

There were times when it felt as if he didn’t talk to someone, anyone at all he was going to go mad. He wanted to talk to Hermione about this, if for nothing else then so they could cry together. That was what he wanted most was someone to cry with. Sirius wasn’t cried over, not by anyone. In the end the ministry had said he was there with his fellow Death Eaters and was finally handed over to justice.

He had died a hero and he wasn’t even given a funeral. He was hated; his death was celebrated as if he had been Voldemort himself. It just wasn’t fair. Then Hermione’s father had passed and the world became that much more unfair.

“How can you be so cold? He was your father,” Harry burst out.

“Harry, I’m not being cold. I knew this day would come,” she said simply.

“What do you mean you knew?” He asked; his tone more natural.

“What did you think that he just developed cancer over night, Harry? He’s had it for a long time,” Hermione smirked, her eyes on the book in her hands. “He found out the day I got my letter. He was so happy for me he didn’t tell me until that summer so I would continue going to classes. So you see I had time to prepare myself.

“He told me to live life to go out and be a part of the world. Change what I could and work harder to change what I couldn’t. All he wanted me to do was have a life, Harry, to spend time with my friends, to live in their world. He wanted me to find my part in this world.” She looked at the book and turned it in her hands; feeling here way along the well worn cover.

“He even wanted me to find love. Why else do you think I spent all those summers with you two? He wouldn’t have it any other way. And Mister Harry Potter, boy who lived; Were would you have been if I had gone home every break, anyway?” She didn’t even wait for an answer just cut right back in. “That’s right; Professor Dumbledore would still be holding your hand while you crossed the street. Hell, Harry, we’re right in the middle of a damn war. No one is safe.”

“I worry that this war is going to take everyone away from me, Hermione, first my parents, now Sirius. I don’t want to turn around one day and find out that you or Ron are gone. I hate this! At any moment, I could lose someone else I care about and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.” Harry’s eyes dwelled on the old tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet, and the single tear sitting wet on its old brown binding.

“My father told me something, it seemed kind of stupid at the time but I guess it’s just true. He said, ‘You can’t stop death, no matter how hard you try, all you can do is accept it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fight like a blind monkey in a tornado.’ I thought it was silly for him to talk about a monkey at all let alone a blind one, but what he was trying to say was no matter what never give up on life.”

“Why would a blind monkey be in a tornado?” Hermione looked up at Harry, He was grinning at her broadly.

She started to laugh and then wrapped her arms around him. “You most defiantly are a blind monkey, Harry Potter.”

She looked up into her friends eyes, their eyes locking as Harry’s head closed the small gap. The kiss was simple at first just a soft brushing of lips then more. Their lips pressed to one another’s as Harry’s tongue slid along the line of Hermione’s lips. She was surprised by his kisses but parted her lips his tongue meeting hers as they tasted each other.

Hermione broke the kiss looking up at her best friend she smiled gentle at him. “Harry, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” was his simple response.

“I don’t have those feelings toward you; you’re my friend, like my brother.”

“Then why did you let me kiss you in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I was surprised and it was the last thing I expected.” Hermione smiled brightly at him. “But you’re a very good kisser.” She laughed at Harry’s blushed and embarrassed face.

“Thank you, thank you, if you’ll excuse me now I think I am going to go get some sleep before class. I don’t want to make a bigger ass of myself,” He stood up and walked to the door way and then looked back. “Who ever he is he is very lucky, Hermione.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you are obviously taken by someone and he will be getting an elentlent kisser.” He smiled as he left a blushing Hermione sitting quietly on the couch. She thought about who she would like the lucky man to be. She knew that Harry and Ron would scream if she told them she was in love with Professor Snape. She couldn’t put her finger on why but she knew she wanted to be with him.