The Abduction

Chapter 4 ~ Revenge of a Sort

"Hermione!"

Hermione's face went immediately black.

"That sounds like Ronald," she growled, looking toward the door.

"Yes, it does," Snape agreed, reaching for his robes again, this time extracting Hermione's wand. "I'm sure that's Weasley. Here's your wand."

Snape tossed Hermione her wand, eyeing her now uncovered and nicely shimmering breasts as she forgot about her nudity in her ire. The nipples were puckered because they hit the cooler air. Snape's lips puckered a bit, too. Then, Hermione stood completely up as the door was battered again, her back to the dark wizard.

Snape appreciated the view of her also shimmering buttocks, even with little herbs stuck to her rounded globes. But, he felt he should say something.

"Unless you want to remind Weasley of what he's missing, I suggest you sit back down, Hermione," Snape said, his eyes glinting as Hermione dropped back into the water like a stone.

"I can't believe he's here," Hermione hissed.

"Stand back," Harry ordered, ignoring the popping flash of Horace's camera. Hugo and Ron fell away as Harry sent a powerful blast that shattered the front door. Ron was the first one in and the first one out.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione screeched, blasting him back through the splintered doorway as Snape smirked.

He flew into Harry who also disappeared. Hugo was the only one missed and he charged in with his wand drawn, pulling up short when he saw Snape and Hermione in the long tub. Snape was resting with his arms on the edge of the tub, his wand waving lazily in one carelessly draped hand. Hermione was scowling at her bodyguard, who gaped at them.

This looked rather cozy for an abducted victim.

"Miss Granger, are you all right?" Hugo asked, his blue eyes narrowed as they rested on the nude Snape, who curled his lip at him.

"I'm fine. Did you bring Ron here?" Hermione demanded of her employee.

"Yes—er, no. I brought Mr. Potter when I discovered Snape's house was Unplottable. I didn't want to get the Ministry involved. More publicity—"

Suddenly, a camera whipped around Hugo's body, flashed then disappeared.

"I imagine this is supposed to be less publicity, eh?" Snape purred.

It had been a good shot. Horace caught them bare-shouldered and soaking. He took off for the Daily Prophet office. He had all he needed for a pageburner of a headline. Hermione Granger and Severus Snape, secret lovers. Weasley shocked and hexed.

"Mr. Weasley sort of tagged along—"

"Hugo, you're FIRED!" Hermione yelled at him. "I didn't want to see Ron or Harry and you brought them both here! I'll owl you your final check tomorrow!"

Hugo dropped his wand hand. Shit. He was going to have a hard time finding work once this fiasco made its rounds, which would start tomorrow morning.

"Yes, Miss Granger," he muttered, turning and leaving the house. Harry and Ron peeked in from the sides of the door, ogling Snape and Hermione in disbelief.

"She's doing Snape?" Ron said in a low voice to Harry, who shrugged then called, "Hermione, are you all right?"

"Only my friends have the right to ask me that," Hermione shot back angrily.

"What are you doing here?" Ron ventured, ducking back a little as Hermione frowned at him.

"Having a soak with—with Severus," she replied, hesitating over Snape's given name.

"Severus? She called him Severus, Harry. She must be doing him," Ron said in disbelief.

"I'm not supposed to be within hexing distance of you! So, get out of here before you are worse than blasted, you bastard!" Hermione hissed.

Snape chose this moment to stand up, water and herbs running down his slender body and over his elephantine goodies. Both Harry's and Ron's eyes widened. Snape was pleasantly reminded of James Potter's reaction to his cock when he removed his briefs down at the lake seeking to embarrass him. It had been the only bright moment in an otherwise dismal situation. Even Sirius Black couldn't say anything. It was the first time he was ever muzzled.

Hermione saw the glazed look in their eyes then turned to see Snape standing up. Her eyes flicked downward, then a slow, rather nasty smirk appeared as she looked back at Ron, this time with one eyebrow arched and a smug look on her face.

"As you can see, Ronald, you've been quite adequately replaced," she purred at him.

Snape looked down at Hermione for a moment, but didn't say anything to her. Instead he addressed Ron and Harry.

"Now, who's going to pay for my door?" he asked.

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The door temporarily repaired, and Snape a few Galleons ahead, the couple soaked quietly in the tub, Snape using his wand occasionally to keep the water heated. Hermione noted a feeling of mellowness creeping over her and everything was becoming a bit dream-like.

"What's in this?" she asked, her voice sounding strange to her own ears.

"Oh, a bit of this, a touch of that," Snape replied, his voice sounding even silkier than normal.

"I feel strange. Almost as if I'm floating," Hermione breathed. She felt so relaxed.

"Ah. That's probably the essence of Cannabis," Snape replied. "Eleven herbs, very sticky buds. As it's heated, the properties are released into the water and the steam. Purely medicinal."

"You put marijuana into the water?" Hermione lisped.

"Yes," the wizard said, stretching luxuriously as Hermione looked at him.

"You're so pale," she said in a near whisper.

"Understatement."

"Your skin is like alabaster, or porcelain. Bone china."

Snape smirked at her.

"I see Cannabis makes you wax poetic," he said softly. "Bone china?"

Hermione burst out laughing.

"It sounds silly when you say it," she giggled as Snape studied her. She was getting some color back. The toxins were being pulled from her body. Good.

"Do you feel like a drink?" he asked her.

Hermione looked up toward the ceiling for a moment as if considering it.

"No, I really don't," she replied. "It's the first time in a long time I don't. I think it had something to do with the way Ron looked when he left here. Shocked and miserable. It felt so good to see him look like that, to suffer a little."

"I've been used in many ways by many people," Snape said musingly, trailing one hand in the water. "But this is the first time that particular portion of my anatomy has been used to wreak another's revenge."

Hermione laughed again.

"It's perfect for it," she giggled.

"Is it?" Snape asked her. There was a look in his dark eyes that Hermione had never seen before, but instinctively knew.

All women knew that look. It was as old as nature itself.

She stopped laughing.

They sat there, staring at each other as the steam rose from the water. Then as one, they moved toward the center of the tub, Hermione straddling Snape's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as he slipped his arms around her waist. They sat there, facing each other.

"What am I doing?" Hermione asked the dark wizard softly as she looked into his face. The familiar harshness of his features was softened now. He looked different in this intimate situation.

"Apparently—me," Snape replied, kissing her.

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A/N: Just a bit more. Thanks for reading.