Snape's Redemption

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Chapter Five – I haven’t seen Barbados

Severus Snape lay naked on his side, propped up on one elbow, smiling down at the equally naked young woman next to him. She was fast asleep. Snoring. He languidly stretched out his arm and gently ran his hand over her breasts, watching as the nipples contracted with his touch. His hand moved down, over her stomach and slipped between her thighs. His fingers rubbed slowly up and down, insinuating themselves between her feminine folds. She was still damp, with both her own moisture and his seed. He withdrew his fingers, brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed, enjoying her musky smell mixed with his own. Opening his eyes, he again gazed down at her as he sucked his fingers deep into his mouth, cleaning the juices off them. His wet fingers then moved back to her nipples, laving them with his saliva. Her snoring hitched, and she turned to her side, curling up and shivering slightly. With a wave of his hand, Severus summoned the bedsheets up over them both and turned onto his back, linking his hands behind his head.

It had been easier than he had thought. Hermione Granger had been too shocked by his pronouncement and that, together with the calming potion, had enabled him to lead her upstairs to his bedroom with no resistance. He smugly congratulated himself on the brewing of that potion. What he had told her was true; it was a Nerve Calming Draught. What he hadn’t told her was that it also had a slight trace of Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. He had experimented with it extensively until he discovered how to trigger it with an intimate touch. Flexing his shoulders and feeling the scratch marks on his back, he reflected that his last brewing had been especially efficacious.

Once in the bedroom, a muttered word and flick of his wand had rendered her naked. She had begun to stir then, but it was too late. One kiss and a quick fondle of her nether lips and the Amortentia had begun to work. It was then that she had responded to his kiss, circled his arms around his neck and pressed herself closer. Severus had pulled back and, with the same flick and incantation, had divested himself of his clothing. He had grabbed her again, pulling her flush against him and, holding her tightly, walked backwards to the bed. Once the backs of his knees hit it, he sat down. His mouth broke away from the kiss and his attention then focused on the breasts in front of him. He had allowed his hands to roam up and down her back, feathering lightly over the indentation at the bottom of her spine before firmly grasping her buttocks. He recalled how her breasts had quivered when she gasped while his fingers explored the crevice of her bottom gently. He then moved one hand from her back and brought it around to her front, pulling his head back to watch as he circled her nipple with a finger. Suddenly, he grasped her breast, plumping it up and laved the erect nipple with his tongue. Her murmur of pleasure had urged him to envelope her in his hot, wet mouth. He sucked lustily before using his tongue to press her nipple up hard against the palette of his mouth.

His other hand had then moved around to the front of her body, slipping up between her thighs until he felt her moist heat. His fingers then began to explore her thoroughly, dipping in and out of her hot channel and flicking the sensitive nubbin above. His mouth was still busy against her breast when he looked up to see her head falling back as she began to pant. Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, started to grasp him, her nails dug into his skin, and the smell of her arousal surrounded him.

It was her clawing his shoulders that had done it. He had been aroused before, but the evidence of her passion (potion induced or not) caused his own nipples to contract and his cock to harden. Pulling away before she orgasmed, he moved his hands to grab her by the hips and threw her onto the bed, quickly joined her and settled between her legs. She had immediately reached up and clutched his shoulders again, her hands kneading him as her nails scraped, and mindlessly thrust her hips towards him. Severus felt her draw blood and grinned ferociously. Reaching down he positioned himself and, testing her wetness briefly, thrust deeply into her, destroying her innocence.

Now that, he reflected, had been a surprise. He had thought that she would have been plucked before then, either by Karkaroff’s student or one of the Weasleys. It could explain the possessiveness he was feeling. He was not used to new things; as a child, most of his belongings had been second hand and once he was a Death Eater, all things had been shared with his brethren.

But this girl – she had been untouched, new. For Severus Snape, she was rather exotic.

The pain seemed to have pushed back the effects of the Amortentia. He smirked as he recalled the look of horror that crossed her face once she realised that it was her greasy git of a teacher thrusting lustily in and out of her. Lifting her hips around his thighs, he had gathered his legs up and sat back on his heels, dragging her with him, never ceasing his pounding. Her hands had fallen from his shoulders and fluttered to her upraised thighs. The sight of his blood under her nails caused his balls to draw up and he realised he was close to finishing. He reached one hand down to the small bundle of nerves just above where his member was disappearing into her and manipulated the bud vigorously until she began to thrash her head from side to side. Her hands moved from her thighs, one to her breast where she began to pinch and pull the nipple while the other grasped at the arm manipulating her. She orgasmed, moaning loudly, just as Snape ejaculated into her, her inner walls massaging out as much of his seed as possible.

Snape had stayed where he was, buried in her, and summoned his wand, ready for any reaction. To his surprise, she did not move. Leaning over, he had realised she slept. He withdrew and with a quick wave, she was levitated and repositioned properly on the bed.

Which led him to now.

Once she woke up, the Amortentia would have completely worn off and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with her. A million thoughts and plans raced through his mind, but none of them seemed viable. He turned back onto his side, studying the bushy hair that poked out from the top of the bedsheets. She was integral to his plan, but he needed all his wits about him when dealing with her. Decision made he retrieved his wand and uttered a spell. A soft, golden light wafted out to rest over Hermione’s slumbering form, immobilising her.

Now able to relax, Severus Snape closed his eyes and slept.

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Hermione awoke, naked in a strange bed and unable to move. Nothing could stop the panic that engulfed her and she opened her mouth to scream.

“Don’t even think about it, Miss Granger.”

She rolled her eyes up to see Professor Snape standing next to the bed, fully dressed and his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her.

“I have to tend to Draco,” he continued. “Once I have left the room, the spell will end. There is a bathroom through there,” he waved his hand to a door on his left. “I suggest you make full use of it. I have already cast the spell and you are not yet pregnant. I will try again in a few hours.”

He turned and swept towards the door. Grabbing at the latch, he half turned towards her.

“You will not be able to leave this room until you are calm and rational. Then I will meet you downstairs and we can continue on with our plans. Do use that brain that everyone insists you have, Miss Granger. I have no time for adolescent tantrums and drama.”

And he was gone.

And Hermione could move.

So she trashed the room.

Manually.

Screaming the whole time.

Until she collapsed and sobbed.

But it made no difference.

So once again Hermione did what Hermione does best. Well, she tried at least. She started to study her situation.

Technically, she had been raped by Snape. She suspected she had been drugged before being well and truly fucked by him. Her brain rebelled at that word; after seeing what had happened to Draco, she couldn’t call her experience rape. Draco had been raped. What had happened to her was non-consensual and immoral, but not rape.

‘Why?’ she questioned herself. ‘Why can’t I call it rape?’

But her mind skirted away from the answer. If anyone had told her they had been magically bound to have sex with someone unwillingly, she knew she would have been the first to cry rape.

Rape. Rape. RAPE.

Her thoughts were uselessly spinning now, so she pushed that phrase and all the emotions it carried down deep inside her and tried to change her focus.

It was impossible, especially when she felt her former Professor’s seed seeping out of her body. A bath first and then...

Then she would think.

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Severus heard the water running in the bedroom while he was force feeding Draco the potions necessary to keep him alive, and a knot of tension he hadn’t been aware was there, dissipated. He had, obviously, heard the destruction of his room and was relieved that he had confiscated her wand the evening before. Idly, he stroked the white blonde hair pooled in his lap until the whimpering ceased and Draco once again slept. Looking down, a frown marred his forehead. He truly did not know what else to do but enforce sleep upon the young man. He was no medi-witch. Disengaging himself, Snape headed downstairs to prepare breakfast for himself and his new possession.

Looking back at Draco, Severus reflected that at least the ownership of Miss Granger had some pleasing side benefits. The same could not be said of the young Mr Malfoy.

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Suddenly, she appeared at the door. She was clean and her hair had been scraped back tightly and tied. She wore the same robes as the day before, which he had thoughtfully ensured were clean for her this morning. Snape summoned the food he had prepared for her, scrambled eggs and toast. Comfort food. And, of course, the ubiquitous cup of tea.

She walked over to him, contained, and sat down, mechanically shoving the food into her mouth. He sipped his tea.

“No questions?” he finally asked, bored of watching her impressions of Ron Weasley eating.

“No,” she replied flatly, focussing her gaze on the plate in front of her.

He slowly raised an eyebrow. “No trying to wheedle out of your duties?”

“No.” She continued to shovel food into her mouth.

He smirked. “Interested in why I need you to have my child?”

“No.”

Severus sat back in his chair and studied her. Circling the tip of his finger around the lip of his cup, he gently started to interrogate her. “Well then, perhaps, Miss Granger, you would like to share with me your views on the events of the previous evening?”

Hermione carefully placed her knife and fork together on the empty plate. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and placed it back precisely where she had found it. Then she raised her eyes and stared at the bookshelves behind his right shoulder.

“I came to you for help,” she recited, as if it were a lesson learned by rote. “You gave me alcohol and I foolishly drank it too quickly and got drunk. Then you used both my emotional and drunken state to bind me to you with an oath that I cannot break unless I want to die. I then stupidly drank a potion which had some sort of aphrodisiac in it which only seemed to manifest itself when I was touched. Then you fucked me in order to impregnate me. Luckily for me, it was not like Draco’s punishment and you kindly let me orgasm twice. I would call what you did rape,” here her voice faltered slightly and she blinked rapidly. “But you can argue that it was fully consensual. I did promise to do anything in my power to help you, and bearing your child falls into that category. Furthermore, if I refuse you I will die.” I will not die because of you. I will use you to help aid in the downfall of the Dark Lord.” Her tone changed then as anger, hatred and a maelstrom of other emotions welled up and tried to escape. “And then, once this sorry business is over, I will kill you.”

Snape placed his cup gently on the table and started clapping slowly.

“Oh, bravo, Miss Granger, bravo. So noble, so brave and, once again, so stupid.” He stood and swooped around the table. Grasping her by the shoulders, he drew her up into his embrace, bending her over his arm in a parody of a passionate lover.

“But who ever said I wanted to aid in the downfall of the Dark Lord?”

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A/N Title of this poem is of Tori Amos’ song Me & and Gun about her own rape.

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