Betrayed

None of the characters are mine, they belong to J K Rowling.


Hermione got up from the bed, and wandered over to the trunk. The padlock had been unlocked, probably whilst she was looking at the book. She slowly opened the lid, and gasped in amazement.

Inside the trunk were at least 50 different bottles, labelled in red and blue. There were also 2 piles of clothes, as Severus had said there would be. One pile looked normal enough, with muggle jeans and T-shirts, as well as undergarments and socks. There didn’t appear to be any shoes in this pile, but since she seemed to be stuck in this little room, it didn’t really matter, Hermione realised.

The other pile of clothes was…intriguing, to say the least. Hermione picked up the first thing in the pile, and shook it out, to get a better idea of what it was. What little material there was appeared to be white, and as it opened out, Hermione realised that it was a nurses costume. She was about to put it back into the trunk, when a glimpse of red leather caught her eye. It seemed to be a strap of some sort, and she put the nurses outfit down, and pulled at the leather. The red strap seemed to part of a set, which was all connected. Apart from the tight looking bra and thong, the rest of the outfit appeared to be made up of the leather straps. Hermione sincerely hoped her ex-Professor wouldn’t ask her to wear this outfit, as she had no idea how to get into it.

With a look of disgust on her face, Hermione carefully placed the red leather costume and the nurses outfit back into the trunk. She picked up one of the blue vials, and closed the lid of the trunk. Taking the stopper off the bottle, she stared at it for a second, before forcing herself to down the liquid. Putting the empty vial on top of the trunk, and replacing the stopper, Hermione realised that the potion didn’t taste nearly as bad as she’d expected. This was the first time she’d taken it, as she had made Neville use a condom, a device he found fascinating. Some of her roommates had taken the potion, and they always said they found it bitter. Thinking about it, Hermione thought she could faintly taste strawberries. If she had the nerve, or the energy, she might ask Snape about it later, she thought.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, revealing Snape standing in the doorway, in a long, masculine robe. The robe was black and shiny, reaching to his ankles. His arms were covered to the wrist, and the only patch of skin that was visible beside his feet, hands and face was a tiny V below his neck, showing a small triangle of hairless skin as pale as the rest of him.

As he entered the room, he closed the door behind him, firmly. The noise made Hermione jump.

“I trust that you took the correct potion? It must be taken every week, without fail.”

“Yes, Master.” Hermione said humbly, hating herself for being so submissive, although she didn’t see any other way she could be in this circumstances.

“Now my dear, you seem to be overdressed, don’t you think?” Severus’ eyes gleamed as he spoke, knowing that she would have to agree with him, leading to the removal o her clothes reasonably voluntarily, or disagree with him, and be forced to undress in a less voluntary manner. Whichever route she chose, he was certainly looking forward to the show.

“Yes, Master,” Hermione almost whispered, her voice was that quiet.

“Well then, perhaps you should remove some or your clothing? Stand there, where I can see you clearly,” Severus pointed to the centre of the stone room, while he moved over to the bed. Reaching the bed, he half sat, half lay, with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms behind his head, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Hermione gulped nervously. She wandered over to where he had pointed, and removed her muggle jumper. She drew the article over her head, and looked around for somewhere to put it.

“Just put it on the floor, you can put it away properly later,” Severus snapped impatiently. His new toy was taking to long he thought. He wanted time to enjoy her undressed form before having his way, but it had been so long since he had last enjoyed himself in this fashion, he wasn’t sure he would be able to control his urges for much longer.

Hermione dropped her jumper on the floor, which didn’t look too dirty, she had to admit. Feeling her face heat up, Hermione knew she was blushing terribly. She wasn’t nearly as confident with her body as she was with her schoolwork. When she had sex with Neville, it was different, as Neville had never seen a girl naked, and Hermione felt reasonably comfortable with him, and trusted him. Now she was being forced to undress in front of a man she hardly knew, who had seen tens if not hundreds of naked women, both at revels and in brothels, and would probably compare her young, not quite developed form with them.

It felt as if her face was on fire as Hermione slowly took her T-shirt off, glad her face was hidden for the brief time the material obscured it.

Severus was really enjoying himself. It was nice to see the Granger girl out of her element, unconfident and unsure of herself. He loved the power he had over her. He relaxed, revelling in her discomfort.

She didn’t think she could get any more embarrassed, but her body wanted to prove her otherwise it seemed. As her hands moved to unfasten the button and fly of her jeans, Hermione caught sight of Snape moving on the bed slightly, attempting to get a better view. Blushing a red so bright and deep she was sure she would outshine a muggle lighthouse, Hermione undid and stepped out of her jeans, standing in the middle of the room, clad only in her plain white cotton panties and bra.

Severus could have sworn his heart stopped. All this time, in his classes, he thought he had been sneering at a girl, when in reality, she was a young woman. A perfect young woman at that. He stared at her almost naked form before him, waiting for his next order.

“Walk over to me,” Severus commanded.

Hermione walked over as slowly as she could, but the distance was short, and she was at the bed much sooner than she wanted to be. She wasn’t looking forward to this.

Severus sat up, and stared at the perfect unblemished flesh less that a foot away from him. As close as he was, he could practically taste her fear; almost feel her heartbeat throbbing in her chest.

Hermione’s mouth was dry, as if she’d been walking through a hot desert for weeks. She stood before her ex-Professor, more embarrassed than she ever had been before in her life. Hermione moved slightly, shaking her head, so at least some of her face was hidden underneath her bushy hair, hoping her embarrassment would be less obvious this way.

Snape was breathing hard. Without saying a word, he rose from the bed, and stalked around Hermione’s body in a predatory manner, knowing she was his, to do with as he pleased. He smiled, and it wasn’t a pleasant smile. It caused a shiver to go right down Hermione’s spine all the way to her toes.

His voice was low and gravely. “Lie on the bed. Now!” he demanded.

Whilst she had been undressing, Hermione had avoided looking at Snape as much as possible. Now however, as she sat on the bed, and Snape moved closer, it was apparent by the strain across his robe that he was enjoying this. Hermione closed her eyes, wishing she could remove the memory of seeing his erection pressed hard against the shiny material and lay back upon the bed.

Severus could hardly control his glee. He thought she would have put up a fight, but here she was, obeying his every command, almost as if she had been born and bred for this purpose. He couldn’t believe his luck. Of course, it was always fun trying to break the really stubborn ones, they presented a challenge. It was a nice change however, not to have to fight and argue.

Severus moved around the bed, until he got to the foot of the bed. He placed his hands on the bed and then brought his knees up, until he was on all fours on the bed. He crawled up towards Hermione slowly, relishing every flicker of frightened face. Her eyes were still closed, and all she could hear was the sheets rustling as he moved up the bed, and the weight of his body.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Severus said in his deep velvety voice. Hermione’s eyes opened, just in time to see his hands reaching towards her bra before she let out a small scream.

Severus grinned once more.

“Oh, just you wait, my dear, we’ve hardly begun,” he laughed, and Hermione’s blood felt as if it had suddenly been chilled.

Sorry about the wait between updates! Please let me know what you think of what you\'ve read so far, there\'s plenty more to come, don\'t worry, and I\'ll try to write longer chapters soon!