The Punishment of Secrecy

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The rest of the day flew by, as time seems to do when you’re dreading something. When the time came, she made her excuses and went down to the dungeons. Severus was waiting for her in his office.
“Well, no use pretending in front of Malfoy anymore,” he said sarcastically. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. She returned the kiss and put her hand on his face. When they heard footsteps in the corridor, she sat quickly in a chair across from him. Malfoy walked in, arrogant as ever, and took the other chair.
“Let’s not dick around with niceties shall we?” he said smugly. They nodded and he continued. “Ok, Granger, I know for a fact you were down here shagging our wonderful potions professor last night. The how is not important, but the fact that I know is. I have one quick question for you. Are you in love with Severus?”
“Yes,” she said flatly.
“Good. Then making the right decision should be easier for you. All I ask of you is your time,” he said, smirking.
“Pardon? My time? Do you need tutored or something?” she asked.
“Tutored? You could say that…what I’m asking for is…well…it’s complicated. Let me see if I can be blunt.” He pretended to be deep in thought then raised his hand as if he’d come up with a brilliant idea.
“I know. You will be at my disposal whenever I request it. You will do for me the things you’ve done for your beloved Severus and more. I know you’re not experienced, I heard as much last night, but that doesn’t matter. I need to expand my sexual knowledge and I’d prefer not with someone who has been around the block with every guy in her House. You however, would be perfect. You’re almost as good as pure, you’re willing to protect the man you love, and I have something to hold over your head.”
She sat frozen to her chair. Did he just propose to use her as his sexual play thing? She couldn’t have heard it right.
“I’m sorry. Did you say that I would be at your command sexually?” she asked.
“Yes I did. There is nothing else that I need or desire at this point in my life. You will allow me to experiment on you sexually, never questioning, never lainlaining. You will be at my beck and call.”
“You don’t have to do this Hermione,” Severus finally interjected. “He’s insane and you do NOT have to do this. I will resign first. Please don’t let him turn what we have into something dirty. I can resign and none of this will matter.”
Sat tat thinking for a long moment then looked up at him, tears in her eyes. When she could take the close scrutiny by the both of them any longer, she rose and began pacing the office floor, occasionally glancing at both of them. Severus looked devastated. He begged her with his eyes not to take his proposition, but in her heart, she knew that if he were to leave his job, he’d have very little to live for. The idea that he would somehow blame her in the future was enough to make up her mind.
“Listen Malfoy because I’m only going to say this once. This doesn’t leave this room. I will do what ever you ask of me, on the condition that it stays between us, none of this running to your friends and bragging bullshit. Another thing, this ends with the end of the school year. I refuse to let you hang this over our heads when it’s no longer an issue. I’d also ask you to consider my heavy workload of classes this year and respect the fact that I need time to study and do homework. I think these are simple litthinghings to ask. I mean I’m practically giving you my body in slavery. The least you can do is be a bit compassionate. Please?” she begged.
He sat glaring at her, pondering her proposition. He finally sneered at her and nodded.
“I think we can work out an amicable schedule for our meetings. And I’m sure Severus would be willing to help us out in any way he could, right Severus?” he asked.
Severus had been listening with his head in his hands. He looked up, his eyes red from restraining his tears and anger.
“I’ll do no such thing. If you think I’m going to make this easy on you, you’re sadly mistaken,” he spat at Malfoy.
“Oh now now, Severus. That’s being a bad sport. I’d expect you to cherish this opportunity to keep your secret concealed.”
“You expect me to be happy that you’re going to use the woman I love for your own sick pleasure? I’m disgusted. Hermione, I beg of you, don’t do this. I will retire tomorrow. I can find work somewhere else,” he begged, his eyes pleading with her. She flashed a look at Malfoy and walked over to Severus. When she reached his side, she knelt and took his hand.
“You love this job Severus. I’m not going to be the cause of you losing it. We can get back the time we lost. I’ll be out of school soon and we can be together without worrying about it. I’ll do this because I love you. If you were to ever come to hate me because you lost the one thing iur lur life you enjoyed, I couldn’t live with that. This way, you will at least have hatred for Malfoy you can focus your energy on,” she said, glaring at him.
“Well, it seems we have a mutual agreement here. I’ll be getting in touch with both of you soon to set up something. Enjoy your evening,” he said greasily and walked out of the office. As soon as they were sure he was gone, Severus got up quickly and started charming the doors.
“Severus, please come here,” she asked quietly.
“Not until I’m sure that we won’t be interrupted or over heard,” he said.
She waited in his office, watching his every move. The shock of everything that had gone on today was starting to wear off and reality was setting in. She sat in his chair and put her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. When she heard him approaching, she wiped her face on the sleeve of her robes and smiled up at him.
“My poor Hermione,” he said, kneeling at her side. “I feel responsible for all of this. If only I hadn’t…” he started but she was shaking her head.
“NO! Don’t blame yourself. We are both to blame, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. Please just hold me right now. I don’t want to think about the future just yet,” she said, her voice cracking. He took her hands, pulling her from her chair. He led her to another door off of his office, unlocked it with his wand and guided her through the dark room. He showed her to a large over stuffed chair and left her there in the dark for a moment while he closed and locked the door. He lit a roaring fire and returned to her side. She had let the tears she’d been fighting flow freely down her face onto the front of her robe. He bent and kissed her forehead.
“So young, so wise,” he whispered as he worked his way down her cheek to her neck with his kiss. “How do you do it? You’re compassionate and understanding beyond your years. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
She took his face in her hands and smiled at him.
“Is it true?” she asked with trepidation.
“What’s that?” he said throatily.
“Do you love me? You have said the word I never pictured you saying, let alone hearing about me,” she said.
“Yes. I believe I do. I’ve never felt like this in my life, and you are everything I could imagine my perfect woman to be. You’re intelligent, more so than I could have ever hoped; you’re beautiful, clever and witty. If ever I forget to tell you these things, or you ever wonder what it is that drew me to you in the first place, just remember this conversation. I love you enough to give up this empty life I’ve led for the last several years. I’m serious Hermione, if you don’t want to do this, I will give the Headmaster my resignation right now. You shouldn’t have to suffer this punishment alone. I mean it seems you’re bearing the brunt of his hatred and I’m walking away with a slap on the wrist.”
“No Severus. I know you say that this is an empty life, but you love your work. Yould old only be a shell of a person without it. I couldn’t be the one to take that from you. I’ll do this for you, for us,” she said, caressing his cheek. She kissed him softly on the neck, laying her head on his chest. “Can we not talk about this anymore? It’s utterly depressing. I just want to spend this night in your arms and forget about the rest of the world and how cruel people are and the irony of it all. Besides, knowing Malfoy, he’ll grow bored quickly and if anyone, especially his parents, found out he were sleeping with a mudblood, he’d be the butt of many jokes and more ridicule than even we would have to bare. He’ll get his comeuppance and we’ll be there, together, to laugh at him when he does.”
Severus picked her up and carried her over to the large mahogany four-poster bed that took up the majority of the room.
“So this is where you stay during the year?” she asked, looking around.
“Indeed. I have spent the better part of sixteen years in these walls. I have a summer home, but I’m rarely there. I stop in once a year to make sure that all is in order and do some cleaning, but it’s a rather painful place so I don’t stay there long.”
“Why is it painful?” she asked, lying down, her head resting on her hand.
“It was my family home. My mother was as cruel as they get. She was constantly riding me about doing better, studying harder and making a name for the Snape family. Do you remember Sirius’ mother in the portrait and the things he told you about her?” sheded.ded. “My mother was a hundred times worse. She was part of one of the oldest and most powerful dark wizarding families, next to the Blacks only not as wealthy. That was her basis of comparison. The Blacks had it all and we had very little, but my mother insisted on keeping up with them. After my father died, she became fanatical. She had my grandfather, her father, move in with us and he began giving me classes in the dark arts. This was all before the Decree against Underage Wizy, sy, so I could practice all summer. I’ve felt the power of the unforgivables, all except the worst. I’ve seen what can happen when someone is not defensive,” a shudder ran across his face, as though the very memory was painful.
“Is that why you wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job so badly?” she asked, growing more curious about the man she loved the longer she was with him.
“That’s a major part of it. My mother introduced me to Voldermort and subsequently arranged for me to join his ranks. She had never been so proud of me in her life as when I got this,” he pulled the sleeve of his robe up to reveal his Dark Mark. She ran her finger over the skull, which looked like nothing more than a small tattoo. “She made sure to run and tell Mrs. Black about it first thing which sent her into a tirade about her worthless blood traitor son. I’d never seen my mother so happy in her life. She finally had something that the Blacks did not,” he said sadly.
She ran her hand through his hair and laid her head on his chest, slowly, carefully undoing the many buttons on his robes.
“Go on Severus. I want to know all about your life. There is so much I don’t know about you. I feel like the more you tell me, the closer we get,” she said encouragingly.
“There are things I will never tell you and I hope you respect that. I’ve done things I’m a not proud of; terrible things, things that no one should ever have to do and I won’t share those with you. I was a detestable man at one point in my life, young, power thirsty and full of myself. I thought I was invincible. However, I know now that I’m just a man, mortal and flawed.”
“Well, if you choose not to tell me that is your decision. I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past and if it’s painful to talk about, then don’t bring it up.”
He rolled her onto her back and stared down into her eyes. She’d managed to open his robes and was running her hands down his bared chest as he drank her in with his eyes.
“You’re wonderful Hermione. I can’t believe I’ve waited to tell you this for so long,” he murmured softly. “You’re exactly what an old man like me needs.”
“You’re far from old Severus,” she said.
“Well, considering your age…” he started when she hushed him with a kiss.
“I’m of age now, remember? I can almost do as I wish, as long as it’s within reason.”
“I believe you were of age when you set foot in this castle for the first time. I just don’t understand how someone so young could contain so much knowledge. You surprise me every day.”
“Enough. You’re making me blush,” she said playfully.
Now that he had gained his confidence around her, he unbuttoned her robes quickly and gracefully. She moved herself so that she could remove the remainder of his clothing and in moments they were both naked.
“I have to have you tonight,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t think even the Ministry bursting in on us right now could stop me,” he said as he explored her neck and shoulders with his mouth. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to her mouth. They kissed passionately at first, gradually building their excitement.
“If ever there was a time not to stop, it would be now,” she breathed. She began to claw at his back and chest, their breathing now heavy and deep. He cupped her breast with one hand while grabbing her hand with the other. He licked and kissed the nipple that was growing more erect with every second. She arched her back, inviting him to explore her body more and he did so with no further encouragement. He licked and kissed every exposed inch and crevice of her tender young body, leaving her moaning and begging him not to stop. As he inched his way down her legs, pausing briefly to lick her inner thigh, he felt his own excitement building with a ferocity that he’d never experienced. He took one of her tiny feet into his hands and kissed each toe. She giggled, claiming that it tickled, but he continued. He sucked each of her toes and ran his tongue down to the arch of her foot where he paused to kiss several times. He made his way back up her legs, hesitating just above her thighs.
“Have I told you that I love you Hermione?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“Yes, you have Severus,” she moaned. “But tell me again.”
“I love you Hermione,” he said as he pushed her legs up and apart. She looked down at him quizzically and he grinned.
“I’m going to please you like nothing you’ve ever experienced,” he said, kissing her inner thigh. She looked at him with her brow arched and smirked.
“Severus, I’ve never been pleased by any man other than you, so anything you do will be something I’ve never experienced,” she said confusedly. He grinned but said nothing as he lowered his mouth to her clit where he began sucking softly. She screamed out and writhed on the bed, begging him not to stop. She grabbed him by the hair, clawing and moaning. He continued at a more furious p alt alternating between licking and sucking on the now erect nub of flesh that demanded attention. Just as she started begging him for more, he stopped cold. Her whole body shook, wanting what he was denying her.
“What…are…you…. doing?” she begged breathlessly.
“I’m torturing you my love,” he said calmly. He didn’t want her to stop longing for him. He wanted her to crave his touch, his kiss and produced the right results immediately. She grabbed him and pulled him up to her face, kissing him forcefully.
“You taste like honey,” he said, caressing her now with his fingers. She wrapped on leg around him anticipating him but he resisted. “Not yet.”
She whined in aggravation as he moved beside her, still exploring her with his fingers. She moved her hips, inviting him to do more but he refused. He would not let her reach her peak so quickly. When she started biting and clawing at him again, he stopped altogether.
“Now, we enjoy each other for a while,” he said, laying on his back and not touching her at all. She looked at him disbelievingly and shook her head.
“Oh no you don’t,” she mumbled. “I refuse to be led on to…to…NOTHING! Severus, I demand that you make love to me.”
He stared at her for a moment, not recognizing the girl in his bed. She looked wild, almost animalistic. Her pouty lips, curled into a sneer and her voluptuous body shaking from the close encounter with her orgasm.
“Let’s see how you like it,” she said as she moved herself over him. She deliberately rubbed her breasts on his chest repeatedly, making him close his eyes and throw his head back. She licked his nipples, biting them slightly. He promoted her further expedition of his body. She quickly kissed her way down to his navel, running her tongue in and around it. As she moved herself over him, she grinned wickedly up at him. He returned the look and put his head back on the fluffy pillow. She chuckled as she grabbed his now hard shaft. He bucked slightly, not expecting any of this. Thiemedemed to entice her more and she ran her hand up and down several times before stopping. She sensed his tension and continued, painfully slow. The throbbing in his groin continued to mount as she moved her hand deliberately, occasionally changing her speed or the tension of her grasp. When she thought him ready, she put the head of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around it slowly. He gripped the sheet and jerked his hips again. She moaned, as she took him almost fully into her warm mouth. After several moments of this, she released him completely and moved her way back up to the head of the bed, where he was sweating and panting.
“You’re deliciously cruel, you know that don’t you?” he said quietly. “I’m not so sure my plan worked to my advantage now. I had planned on tormenting you and turning you into a begging mess; seems it backfired.”
“Well, now that we’ve tortured each other…” he said, pushing her down on the bed and moving himself over. er.
“Yes, now that we’ve tortured each other this far, I think it’s time we continue it,” she said, reaching over the bed, her hand searching for something. He moved so she could search unhindered and she grabbed her school bag, pulling it up on the bed beside them.
“Just a little something I picked up the other day,” she said, pulling out a set of rusty chains with manacles. “I’ve altered them slightly to fit our purpose, but they should work fine.”
He grabbed one of the cuffs and examined it. There was a slight padding on the inside leatleather covering on the outside. He looked at her for the second time that night as though he’d never seen her before.
“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” he asked. Before he had a chance to ask anything else, she had one of the cuffs around her one wrist and was handing the other to him. Not knowing what else to do, he ran the length of the chain around one of the four posts and hooked the other cuff on her waiting wrist. She smiled and nodded, telling him that he had done exactly as she had wished. With her restrained his excitement grew even more.
“Professor, have I been bad again?” she instigated. He grinned wickedly at her and moved her to the center of the bed. He kissed each breast one final time before sliding himself between her legs. She wrapped them around his hips and giggled. He stroked her hair and kissed her neck, whispering his words of love that seemed to drive her into a frenzied state of desire. She writhed beneath him, as though trying to escape, but he held her down with his weight alone.
“I never knew you had such a muscular body Severus,” she complimented. He felt himself blush, never having had compliments lavished on him so freely. “I’m serious! You don’t look like you’re much bigger than an average man in your everyday clothing but seeing you here like this; I can tell you’re stronger than you appear. And may I say, you’re dead sexy when you’re being your usual cold, distant self.” He laughed heartily at her last statement.
“The one thing I’ve never been called is sexy,” he said, still chuckling in amusement. She frowned at him, not finding it at all humorous.
“That’s not funny. If someone doesn’t find you sexy, then they don’t know you very well. Hell, your intellect alone is a huge turn on and after seeing you here, naked before me, I can tell you, you’re sexier than I ever imagined,” she said, blushing slightly. He laughed heartily again and kissed her nose.
“That has to be the greatest compliment I’ve ever received,” he said, playing with her hair.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. Hermione tried to reach down and the chain stopped her.
“Oh,” Severus said, “I totally forgot about that.”
“That’s okay,” Hermione said. “I didn’t.” They both laughed before he began teasing her again with his mouth. He kissed her passionately as his hand explored her body. In what seemed like only seconds, she was panting and moaning as she fought against the chains that bound her, pulling them taught as she tried to reach him.
“You know what I want Severus,” she panted. Although he wanted to continue his teasing, he thought it wise to move on before she lost all feeling in her arms. He made his way back on top of her and whispered a few more proclamations of his love and desire before he finally succumbed to the lust that was consuming them both.
It was well past three in the morning before Hermione made her way quietly through the castle to her dorm. She slipped into bed, unheard and unseen, her mind racing. She was happy that she’d been able to spend time with Severus but dreaded the impending acts that Malfoy would put her through. She was positive that they would be demeaning and sordid, if not down right cruel. She felt tears burning in her eyes and she did nothing to stop them from flowing down her face where they came to rest on her pillow. She was not crying for what she had to do, she was crying for the loss of knowing her body no longer belonged to her first and only lover. She had waited so long to convince herself that it was Severus she was destined for and now that they’d confessed their long time attraction to each other, it was ripped from them by a malicious and contemptible person that was concerned for no one but himself. She drifted into a fitful sleep, her tears still falling.

Severus lay in his bed, thinking of the events of the evening. So much had happened in the last few days, he felt overwhelmed with emotion, something he was not used to. He turned over every detail of their time together; from the way she looked at him to the way her whole body seemed to blush when they made love. He’d only had her twice, but that was enough to know her body like his own. She made him think of himself in a totally different light. She didn’t know it, but the words she spoke to him boosted his confidence tremendously. He loved her more for that, if it was possible. He didn’t know if it was possible for them to become more closely connected, but he felt sure that they were bonded forever in some unspoken vow. He had claimed her innocence and she had claimed his heart. He never thought it possible to let another person into his life as he had tried so many years ago, but she had eased her way into his life forever. His heart was content, but his mind was troubled. He searched the archives of his knowledge trying to find something he could do to get Hermione out of the mess with Malfoy. He knew of potions he could use to fog his memory, but not to alleviate it completely. There were charms to eliminate it, but if he were taking precautions to protect himself from it, then they were useless. There was some dark magic that could be used to infiltrate ones mind and alter memories, but they were dangerous for all parties involved and he wasn’t willing to take the chance of risking anyone’s sanity. His only option here would be to resign his post as Potions Master at Hogwarts. He didn’t like the idea, but if it saved Hermione from being put through what ever it was Malfoy had on his greasy little mind, then it would be worth it. As he surrendered to the exhaustion that was creeping into his body, he let the memory of their lovemaking override the frustration that had been building up in him through out the day.