The Fall of Hermione

For full disclaimer see chapter one.

Author\'s Notes-I have never pictured Severus as the type to lay a woman down on a bed of roses and make sweet love to her. Nor have I ever thought of Bellatrix as the kind who would allow a man to do that to her. What follows is fucking; you have been warned.

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The Fall of Hermione

Chapter Four

Doing What One Must

Hermione followed the house-elf up the thickly carpeted stairs of Snape Manor, her black traveling cloak clasped tightly around her. The elf, much to the chagrin of her nervous state, moved more quickly than she would have liked, and she took a shuddering breath as they drew ever nearer to the double oak doors of Snape\'s bedroom. She had spent most of the previous night calmly devising the perfect way to go to him, one that would leave him neither the time nor the inclination to question whether or not she was Bellatrix Lestrange. When she had stumbled upon the ideal method to accomplish this, she had at first been quite shocked, but her logical mind quickly understood that it made perfect sense. Given his behavior in the classroom all those years, she should have known exactly what his fetish would be. But then again, what would have possibly motivated her to dwell on the subject before now?

When she had discovered what bedroom behavior Snape desired in a woman, Hermione had begun a thorough study of Bellatrix, meticulously searching and cataloging her responses and methods. Hermione knew that she only had one chance to prove she was Bellatrix; her coupling with Snape must be perfect. She had had a second of doubt over her capability to do what Bellatrix had done, particularly the things that she said behind closed doors. But an image of Ginny as Rabastan\'s plaything had appeared in her mind, and Hermione decided that she could make a sailor blush with shame if it meant she could save Ginny.

Once she had the knowledge, she dug through Bellatrix\' wardrobe, finding most of what she needed and transfiguring a few things to her satisfaction. She had gone to bed then, a smile playing on her lips as she thought of the plan she would put into action the following morning. Snape loved Bellatrix, and Hermione would ensure that he grew to love her more, until there was nothing in his world except the woman of his affection. Then, she would delight in watching his face as it revealed all of his heartbroken misery when Bellatrix betrayed and killed him.

Hermione slept peacefully, something that she would not have thought possible after the events of the day, but knowing that revenge would be hers set her mind at ease, erasing the stinging guilt that accompanied the memory of those she had left to die, and lulling her into a dreamless slumber. She awoke still smiling, and proceeded to prepare for her tryst with Snape. Bathed and dressed in the outfit she had carefully prepared the night before, she apparated to Snape Manor.

Severus unpopularity among Voldemort\'s followers did have its advantages. For one thing, Hermione was insured privacy at Snape\'s home since no self respecting Death Eater would set foot inside the manor without a direct order from The Dark Lord himself. This would give Hermione the ability to wrap Severus around her finger without interruption as well as allow their affair to remain a secret.

All the while, Hermione had remained composed, but as the house-elf stopped in front doors at the end of the hall, she felt the panic rise up within her as it had when she first realized what Bellatrix was to Snape.

\"Will Mistress be needing anything else from Niffy?\" the house-elf spoke quietly, causing Hermione to jump as she was startled from her reverie.

\"No,\" Hermione said in a shaky voice. \"You may leave.\"

The house-elf bowed low, her ears brushing the plush carpeting, before disappearing with a small crack. Once the elf had gone, Hermione took a deep, steadying breath. This was it, the greatest test her Gryffindor courage would ever endure. She was to become the lover of the man she hated most, and in the process make sure that he believed her to be the woman he loved. Funny how the thought of what she was about to do had comforted her into a serene slumber just hours before was now causing her to shake from head to toe in a mixture of apprehension and disgust.

Enough of this! Hermione chastised herself. If you can\'t do this, then you might as well just Avada Kedavra yourself right now. Think of Ginny!

The thought of failing another just as she had failed the captives of Hogwarts strengthened her resolve, the tremors ceasing instantly, and she pushed open the door with a calm and steady hand, entering the bedroom. She barely had time to close the door before she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her waist from behind.

\"I hope that have you have come dressed appropriately,\" the silky voice purred in her ear, causing her to shudder. His hands moved up her body, caressing her breasts in the barest of touches as they passed, reaching up to the clasp of her cloak. In a rush of cold air, her cloak was gone, exposing her carefully selected ensemble to his view. \"Clearly you have. Turn around.\"

Hermione obeyed, slowly moving to face him. Snape still wore his trademark black, although he had traded in his sensible teaching robes for some that more suited an opulent lifestyle. Her eyes traveled up his body, noting the detailed embroidery upon the silken fabric of the garment, the rich velvet trim. She reached his face, watching in silence as his eyes roamed over her.

She had been meticulous in her choice of clothing, and she mentally cataloged each piece as Snape took them in. Black stiletto shoes, black stockings with suspenders, black satin crotchless panties, and a black satin corset. He paused briefly at her necklace, probably wondering at the fact that a Slytherin had the bad taste to wear Gryffindor colors; but he said nothing and moved on to look into her eyes, a small smile playing at his lips.

\"It never ceases to amaze me the many ways you provide to entice me,\" he said, drawing her into his embrace and claiming her lips with his own. The kiss was brutal in its desire, and Hermione gave herself over to it, allowing his tongue entry into her mouth, her arms snaking up to wrap around him. She felt as his hands slowly caressed their way down her back, grasping her arse firmly and pulling her closer to him, his erection now pressed firmly against her pubic bone.

Breaking their kiss, Snape pulled back enough to look into her eyes, still holding her firmly to him. \"Undress me.\"

The tone in which he said this conveyed absolute authority, and Hermione shivered involuntarily as she began to unbutton his robe. For a moment the fear at what she was about to do ran through her being, but she stamped it down, reminding herself of Ginny.

I am Bellatrix Lestrange, she thought, continuing with her task, noting as she opened the last button that he wore nothing underneath. Clearly he has also dressed appropriately.

She gently pushed the open robe from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving him naked before her. Looking into his eyes, she smiled seductively as she took his member into her hand, using her thumb to spread the moisture that had formed at the tip, her other hand cupping his sac. She watched as he closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips, and she to stroke him.

\"Take me into your mouth, Bella,\" Snape said, opening his eyes and gently pushing her to her knees before him.

Hermione regarded his manhood for a moment, noting that it was long and slender, before snaking her tongue out to lick the head. She watched in fascination as he shuddered. Emboldened by his reaction to that simple touch, she ran her tongue the entire length of his shaft, returning to the head and taking it into her mouth. Above her Snape groaned, and she began to move her mouth slowly up and down the length of his cock, taking him in a little further each time until she had taken in his entire length. He fisted his hands in her hair, thrusting into her mouth. She continued her attentions, listening as his sounds of pleasure grew louder, until he gently removed himself from her mouth, guiding her into a standing position once again.

\"Lay on the bed,\" he said. \"And spread your legs.\"

Hermione walked around him, allowing her hand to gently caress his erection as she moved, and went to lie on the large four-poster bed, relishing in the feel of the black, velvet blanket against her skin. Placing her feet on the edge of the mattress, she spread her legs wide, allowing Snape to view her mound.

\"Touch yourself, Bella,\" Snape whispered seductively, walking towards her. \"I want to watch you pleasure yourself.\"

Hermione reached down, running her fingers over her folds, spreading the moisture that had gathered. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to rub her clit, her eyes closing at the sensation.

\"Open your eyes,\" Snape commanded, and she obeyed, looking at him as she slid a finger inside herself. She watched as he slowly stroked his manhood, his eyes traveling down her body, coming to rest on her hand as she moved her finger in and out of her center. He moaned as she added a second one, and she bit down on the inside of her mouth to suppress the groan that threatened to break from her.

Hermione knew that she had no choice but to become Snape\'s lover, but she had never imagined how truly erotic it would be. She was no novice to sexual intimacy, but her previous experiences had been ones where she had been an equal in the endeavor. Never before had she been treated as nothing more than an object of pleasure, something that would do whatever it was told, and Hermione found that she enjoyed it immensely. She wanted nothing more than to do as Snape commanded, taking pleasure in the fact that she was giving him what he desired, making him want nothing more than the ecstasy she alone could give him. She wondered briefly over who really had the control of the situation, but was stopped from her contemplation by Snape\'s hand reaching out and grasping hers, removing it from her folds.

She watched, silent and fascinated, as he moved to the bedside table, retrieving a jar full of a pink, gelatinous substance. Without a word, he removed the lid, gathered some of the gel onto his fingers, and set the jar aside. Returning to stand between her legs, he gently ran his fingers over her folds, covering it with the substance. Hermione gasped as warmth, followed by the sensation of a tongue laving at her mercilessly, enveloped her mound. Within a few seconds, she was mewling and moaning, writhing on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

From somewhere above her, she heard Snape speak. \"Get on your knees.\"

She hurried to obey, afraid that he would take away the wonderful feelings that were engulfing her being. She knelt on the bed, her back to Snape, and felt as his hand pushed her forward until she was on all fours, the pleasure she was feeling at her center reaching a fever pitch.

Snape climbed onto the bed behind her, his weight causing the mattress to sink down. She was panting, groaning with abandon, when she felt his fingers plunge inside her, causing her to cry out as she pushed back to meet his hand. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, and Hermione began to feel the tension building inside her, her cries becoming more primal and passionate as she drew nearer the edge. She was close, oh so wonderfully close, when Snape abruptly removed his hand. She whimpered piteously, and turned to look at him.

He knelt behind her, grinning wickedly, gazing at her with a calculating look. Hermione watched as he raised the hand that had been causing such sweet sensations moments before, noticing the glistening moisture upon his fingers, before it lowered and disappeared from view. Almost immediately she felt as his fingers pressed against her anus, easily sliding in, and she gasped at this new feeling, one that surprisingly pleasured her. She began to move, matching his rhythm as he worked his fingers in and out of her, moaning as the pleasure started to build.

\"Do you like this?\" he asked.

\"Yes,\" Hermione managed to whisper, finding she was incapable of saying more, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

\"Do you want me to fuck your arse?\" he purred seductively, thrusting his fingers into her harder.

\"Gods, yes!\" she moaned, the incredible tension was back, bringing the promise of sweet oblivion with it.

\"Then beg me.\"

\"Please, I want you to fuck me!\" she cried, her eyes opening to show him the heat within. \"I want to feel your cock buried in my arse. Please, Gods, please fuck me hard!\"

Snape quickly removed his fingers. Hermione barely had time to express her displeasure at the loss of contact before he firmly grasped her hips and plunged his manhood roughly inside her, both of them moaning loudly as he entered. He moved back, nearly pulling himself out completely, before thrusting into her again.

\"Gods, faster, please!\" Hermione begged, overwhelmed with the wonderful feelings coursing through her body. Snape eagerly complied, pounding into her, Hermione pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Gods, this was wonderful, this feeling of absolute bliss that filled her. Never before had any lover caused this kind of ecstasy within her. Had she hesitated about going through with this earlier? If she had her way now, she would never allow these marvelous sensations to end. She was screaming in pleasure now, Snape groaning behind her, and this was all there was to the world right now.

A stinging slap to her arse caused her to buck beneath him, a startled yelp escaping her throat. He slapped her again, his other hand snaking up to entwine in her hair, pulling back until she was looking straight ahead.

\"I did not tell you to stop begging,\" Snape grunted in between thrusts, smacking her arse again to emphasize the point.

\"Fuck me!\" Hermione cried, finding a strange, yet not unwelcome, enjoyment in the rough treatment of her body. \"Gods, harder! Please, I\'m so close! Don\'t stop! Fuck me, Severus!\"

His name emerged as a scream, her orgasm rocketing through her in mind-blowing ecstasy, her body shuddering in its release.

\"Bellatrix!\" Snape cried from behind her, spilling his seed within her. He thrust into her once more, before collapsing onto the bed, pulling her with him. Hermione lay on her side, her eyes closed as she caught her breath. She was vaguely aware of Snape casting a cleansing charm on them both, before he nestled against her, kissing her shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Hermione sighed in response; she knew that in Snape\'s eyes she was Bellatrix.