Thank you, Miss Granger

Title : Thank you, Miss Granger
Disclaimer : See first chapter

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Author's note: I feel I have to make it clear that sex plays a part in this story but it is not my main point. It's not a Porn without Plot, but a Plot with Porn. Just a warning to make sure no expectat are are deceived.


Many thanks to Div who went patiently through the first drafts, to Corazon who made the last polishing in order to make this chapter understandable, and last but not least to Jenonymous.

And now, I leave you with the characters.

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Chapter Seven: All is fair in Love and War

Boys.

She remembered hands on her body, Viktor's hands most likely. There was something almost savage in the way his hands had reached through her clothes the first time. Maybe she should have been proud of it, proud of the reactions she could provoke within him, but she couldn't. Making love with Viktor didn't seem any different from a coded wrestling match. She had reached short peaks of violent pleasure, but she had never been able to relax enough to enjoy it.

Now she considered the young, puzzled boy in front of her. He had touched a sensitive spot deep within her that she did not even know was there. Why did she feel so emotionally unstablhe the tried to concentrate on her emotions to give them a reality she could master and amongst the dozen of blurred images, she saw the detail of a questionable movie. How she had managed to watch this particular movie in her parents' tidy and ordered house, she could not remember. The situations she had witnessed hardly made sense to the little girl she had been, she did not realize the actors were third-rate or the plot nonexistent. The only thing she remembered was that the man was guida yoa young woman to lay over a desk and then making his way from behind, sliding between her parted legs as she moaned. His right hand was placed on the small of her back, guiding her movements. With this all-powerful hand, he had complied her to his will, or at least, that was how she had perceived the scene with her child's eyes.

It was quite curious considering all the things that happened to the young woman afterwards that Hermione should only remember this male’s hand, guiding, caressing and ultimately directing the movements of her naked body for his egoistic pleasure.

She thought this little wound had disappeared with the loss of her virginity but it was not the case. The cut was healed but the scar was still there. Now, she felt like the naked woman in the film, an obedient sexual object for men's pleasure. How she had managed to lose the hand on the situation and fall so low, she did not know, but it was not the first time Severus Snape managed to hurt her feelings with accurate precision. Despite her decision not to underestimate him, she had; however, she had lost one battle, not the war.

Those who thought Hermione Granger was a quiet obedient girl obviously did not know she had slapped Draco Malfoy, defeated Rita Skeeter and silenced Sibyll Trelawney. Her presence next to Harry had surprised some people, as if they did not expect one of the brightest students to be a rule-breaker. But she had always agreed with Harry and Ron that unpleasant situations had to be fought and not accepted, although they did not always accord themselves on the way to do it.

The Severus in front of her was still analysing her; his smirk had vanished, as if he was perfectly aware of her mood change. For a very short second, his silhouette was confounded in her mind with that of Viktor's. They had the same black hair and doomed look, same defiance, same exigency and, ultimately, she had Viktor eating from her hand.

Her motto, at the time, had been: 'I say Who, Where, When'. She liked to be in control when it came to sex. No man would ever comply her to his will, nor would call her a slut because he had been given the authorization to shag her. She did not realize she had mentally moved from 'not a chance' to 'on my conditions.'


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'So,' she started, thoughtfully, taking all her time, 'you want to touch my bts, ts, don't you?'

'Yes,' he shot back, trying to put an I-am-very-comfortable-with-this-situation smirk on his face.

'Never touched a girl's breasts before?' she asked innocently.

His smirk turned bitter while her tone became softly inquisitive.

'What about kissing? Have you ever kissed a girl?'

The fighter in her yelled with pleasure as his swallow cheeks went crimson. She had no Legilimency skills but she could follow the waltz of emotions in the young man's eyes: anger, frustration and something she could not quite identify. His mental presence was almost tangible, so near that it was intoxicating. She had to do something with her hands.

She ted ted to play with the top button of her uniform. Professor Snape had not even bothered transfiguring a bra, she noticed. The thought made her freeze: the bastard probably knew how all this was going to end up. She tried to repress the resentment while once again becoming conscious of her headache. Later, she would have time to think about it. At the moment, she had to be sharp and responsive, which meant she could not afford to be distracted by diminutive emotions. Besides, the interaction with the younger version was much more interesting.

'I am not interested in kissing girls,' he answered cheekily.

'Not interested or never had the opportunity?' she asked politely.

He did not talk back but she could tell he wasn't pleased. She did not know what she would do next. Part of her strategy lay in the fact he would not be able to anticipate her actions if she was not aware of them herself. The whole exchange was becoming a weird mental poker game.

Severus had managed to regain some sort of composure as she stared at him. For some reason, he seemed closer and she could easily detail each aspect of his young face, from his nose which had not been broken yet to his oily hair. She suddenly understood from the look and the scent that it was covered with some sort of gel mixing musk, shea butter, and a few other essences she could not identify. She had heard about barbarians or ancient warriors greasing their hair but that was centuries ago. Purebloods were so incredibly anachronistic. However, she was pleased to have another more rewarding confirmation: he had the most sensual lips she had ever seen. She could hardly refrain a laugh noticing the way his eyes widened. Apparently sensual thoughts were closer to emotions than intellectual thoughts.

Oh, boy, she thought, don’t tell me you're naive enough to think only girls can be sexual objects.

This time he winced. She could have felt sorry but after all he was the one who had started this game first.


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Severus moistened his lips before answering, resentment made his voice even softer than usual.

'I do not need to ask you if you have already kissed a boy, I suppose,' he stated in a very calm tone, 'nor if you are still a virgin.'

She smiled and gave him her most innocent look. She could notp bup but being thrilled by the sensation she had managed to touch him. He was not as emotionless as he liked to pretend.

'May I ask why you're so interested in touching my breasts?'

He raised a dubious eyebrow.

'I did not say I only wanted to touch your breasts,' he stated in the way a professor would explain something to a very dumb student.

Then he grinned and she grinned back. Little devil, she thought with a touch of admiration.

He added, 'However, I would not have asked for something you were not willing to give.'

The fact that she was a modern woman, with a free and rewarding sexual life did not prevent her from stiffening. How could he be so sure that she was 'willing to give' anything?

'What makes you think I'm interested in little boys?'

She had purposely emphasized the adjective. The two years that separated them seemed like a lifetime gap, and she did not want to lose that little advantage. She was the elder, the most experienced, and there was nothing he could do against that. He displayed no reaction to her little provocation, but she could tell the tension had raised.

'What other explanation for hiding like that? The sample does not matter, it is only a pretext to fulfil your hidden motives.'

Hermione tried to refrain from laughing; she had not considered that explanation for hiding in the clo

'Besides, some of the looks you gave me,' he straightened to make it clear he had made nothing to encourage that kind of behaviour, 'were quite telling.'

This time she burst into laugh. A Slytherin telling her about morals! The world was upside down. He gave her a very dinfulnful look, which almost made her choke. It took her some time to come back to her senses, wiping tears away from her eyes. He had crossed his arms around his chest, like a perfect illustration of Offended Virtue. She suddenly noticed his tight sleeves, tight collar and numerous buttons stating for as many locks. She felt like disturbing this neat order.

'My previous boyfriend was very fond of cunnilingus. I quite like it.'

The advantage of reading a lot of books was the amount of vocabulary one could obtain. How would she have guessed otherwise that this very sweet activity had a name? It was half a lie though since if Viktor was very fond of it, he had never been very good at it. Quidditch was definitely is strongest skill and he was better at catching a Snitch than finding a clit, but that was another story.

As the image of Viktor Krum floated in her mind, she realized he was blushing. A pity he could not read precisely her thoughts as she summoned the memory of her former lover. Viktor was very well endowed. At least he could compensate his naturlumslumsiness by powerful arguments. A very nice argument he had. She could almost see him again, when he tore his boxers away and the sting vibrated like the string of an arc, and from Severus' horrified eyes, it was almost as if he could share the vision. Hermione's confidence reached a peak.

'I don't mind sodomy but it's a bit difficult when you don't have anything to... oil the wheels, it might be tricky...'

At this point, he flickered and nearly barked at her. 'Stop that!'

This time, she had won.

'You don't really know what you want, do you?'

His eyes were shinning like two fascinating black stars. His pupils widened as she suddenly felt like diving into this incredibly attractive deepness. She had not anticipated this violent emotion and the impression of being suspended in time. She felt like a little fly caught in a spider web. That's what happens when you let your guard down, girl, she thought bitterly.

His voice was perfectly in control as he finally replied:

'Maybe I do not know what I want, but do you?'

An unknown feeling made her shiver. Why did she feel more thrilled by this distant tone than by any of Viktor's promises and passionate declarations? A primal part of her brain was betraying her, her pride fighting against the urge to possess and be possessed.

Sonsionsidered the boy in front of her. She had never imagined being involved with somebody younger then her, the mere thought felt just odd. After all, it was much more common the other way round. She had often heard about girlsng ong obsessed with mature men, teachers... On the other hand, it was an interesting opportunity for her to be the initiator.

Severus froze as she detailed his face and body with a calculating look, from what she could see and guess through the robes, it didn't seem bad at all. Young boys were more likely to end up with a quick ejaculation than make a demonstration of endurance but then one could not abandon the new generation to itself. They had to be taught about the best ways to please a woman. That was a worthy mission.

A little voice she knew well chose this very moment to pop up in her mind and whisper:

*You cannot do that. You don't even know how old he is. What if he were less than sixteen? You would be taking advantage of him!*

'What are you talking about?' she asked, she did a quick calculation, 'He's in his fifth year! He is likely to be more than sixteen and I'm not going to ask for a birth certificate now! Besides, he is the one who asked first.'

*Being the eldest, you are responsible for any depraved behaviour. Remember you will be eighteen in a few months! It's almost a case of seduction of a minor!!!*

'I'm not eighteen! And what difference does it make anyway? It's not as if I were about to rape him!'

Now, he was watching her with a slightly amused look.

'So? Who is winning?' The simple sentence - or maybe the little grin with it - provoked another internal fight.

'Yum, yum! Let's give it a try...'

*Hermione, you have not been sent here to molest him.*

'Molest him?' she mentally snorted, 'I'm sure he's masturbating every night.'

*He is young and inexperienced, he may give into it without being aware of what he doing.*

'Errr... that's better anyway. If one starts to think too much about it before getting involved into a love story, there would be no more love stories! And I want to taste him.'

Her conscience yelled hysterically in horror. *You're an adult and he is only a child! *

'Two years! That's nothing! And he doesn't look at me like a child!'

Which was absolutely true. Her conscience's voice vanished as Severus asked:

'So?'

His tone was cold, with a touch of bitterness, and as he spoke, she really saw him for the first time.

She had touched him and she had hurt him. She had even enjoyed it. She felt very cold and very tired suddenly. What made her different from the bullies she had been criticizing? She had been led by her instinct, she had not planned to behave like that, and she did not feel very proud of herself.

She came and sat down on one of the desks. The mental fog was vanishing and the path seemed so clear now.

'Why didn't you just ask?'

She looked up at him. He was alert and wary, clearly looking for any trace of malice in her attitude.

'What do you mean?'

'Why did you have to make it part of a bargain? Why didn't you just ask?'

He made no answer but his smirk was expressive enough. He knew as well as her what the answer would have been. She sighed.

Anyway, as soon as he had asked her to comply to his will, the game was lost. No matter what she chose to do, she was wrong. Say yes or no, it makes no difference, you're guilty all the same. Your own desires make you guilty since you are a woman. Bugger.

'I'm tired of games.'

'You are the one who started the game,' he stated.

He was right, once more. She looked at the path in front of her, considering morals and her own desires. But actually, she didn't think, she acted. She started to unbutton her uniform. She didn't give a damn about the mission or her conscience. She had wanted to do it for too lonhe yhe young boy's mouth had gaped.

'Come,' she said softly.

A very short hesitation and he came. Good boy, she thought. He was fixing the ceiling, ducking slightly. He looked shorter and very young. She opened her shirt. He held his face up and his stare rested on her breasts.

'You can touch if you want,' she said.

There was a moment of stillness in the dark dungeon. And as it lasted, she began to feel a bit... upset. What? Nothing was wrong with her breasts. There are many young fifteen years old boys who would have seized the opportunity without hesitation. Why did he actually look los tho thoughts?

Merlin, she thought, remembering the Potions Master was not known to have any affair, he is gay and I'm going to die of shame.

And then, he held his left arm, in a very formal way, as if he was about to shake her hand, and reached slowly for one of the breasts. His right injured arm rested on his side.

His skin was very soft, his hand slightly shaking. She expected to see triumph or maybe enjoyment but he look painfully concentrated. His thumb traced around her breast and grazed the nipple.

He didn't look at her, focusing on the white exposed skin.

She felt curiously detached from the whole situation. She took the opportunity to detail his young features. The black alert eyes, staring at her breast as if to imprint it in his memory, nostrils flaring slightly, and his smell... he smelled so deliciously good.

He sighed. In his hand, her breast was a little tamed animal, trustful, confident, claiming for more fondling.

Hermione stayed perfectly still.

*End of chapter*

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Many thanks to all my reviewers, the patient ones who come here and there:
Jewlzthejujubean, Ancientgirl, IrishRavenX, Bambu, Amy, Scifichick774, Elizabeth Stump, Deb, XxphenixX, Spaz141, Hopelsydreaming, Tesa, Greenstuff.
And the newcomers:
Anon, Nesscafe, Audette, Claire, Doll, LadyKaresse, Elementaldeity, JasperPress 77, Jenn, Ochame (that was a nice surprise), Nocturnus and Village Mystic.

I had many reactions to Severus' last line, including reviewers asking why he *only* wanted to touch her breasts. It kept me laughing for quite a moment.


More specific answers:

Jewlzthejujubean - No, it's not a romantic story, good point! Lol

Bambu - Just to let you know I liked your comment about Severus and the Barter thi

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Scifichick774 - Poor guy? Not that much. It's his lucky day.

Elizabeth Stump - Hope this chapter meets your expectations. However, if you want to go through a more *plain* description of Severus's sexual initiation, you may check:
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=23573
It's not a HG/SS bu's 's witty and direct.

Nesscafe - It's nice to hear even people who don't like time-turner fics appreciate this one. That's quite rewarding.*blushing*

Doll - Hope this chapter answers your remark about the difficulty of lies which was quite accurate.

Tesa - Sorry, but there won't be any interaction between Hermione and the Marauders since she won't have the opportunity to wander around in the past. However, there might be more information.

LadyKaresse - May I ask what is the title of your fic and where I could find it? I'm curious to read it.

JasperPress77 - It's a form of rape to my view, consequently more a question of power than sex. But that's a personal opinion.

Nocturnus - "Three dimensional character"? Wow, thanks a lot!

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I was very cordially reminded that considering the path the story is taking Severus cannot legally be less than 16 years old. His age is therefore not mentioned anymore to avoid trouble. I leave it to your imagination and... conscience.

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