Snape's Redemption

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Chapter Seven – A Night to Remember

As per usual Severus Snape had no idea where he was. Once he Apparated he had a quick glance around and noted that they were all in a small clearing surrounded by trees.

At least it was a change from graveyards, Snape thought with grim amusement.

He quickly stilled his thoughts and gazed impassively at the snake-like creature before him.

“Severus,” Voldemort hissed. “Is the Malfoy whelp dead yet?”

Snape fell to his knees, bowing down until his head touched the ground.

“No, my Lord.” His reply was muffled by both his mask and the fact he was speaking into the ground.

“No?” Voldemort queried. “Well, it seems your best abilities are greater than previously suspected. Tell me, my faithful servant, what else have you been hiding?”

“Nothing, my Lord,” Severus replied, pushing down the small spark of panic that threatened to rise and engulf him. He felt himself being levitated up until he was standing. With a wave, the Dark Lord banished Snape’s mask and fixed his burning red eyes onto his servant’s face.

“Legilimens!”

Snape relaxed, allowing his master to rape his mind. He had learnt from previous experience that trying to stop this assault led to more painful and invasive ones, and not only on his mind and not only by one person. He had decided long ago that a mind-fuck by one person was preferable to being the recipient of a gang bang. He noted with interest the thoughts that were extracted by Voldemort.

Draco’s pathetic figure curled up on a bed.

The Whomping Willow, its branches stilled with the full moon rising behind it.

His mother teaching him to play Gobstones.

Dumbledore’s face as he died.

The restricted section of Hogwarts library.

Hermione Granger frowning at a simmering cauldron.

‘Shit,’ he thought, trying not to let any other emotions escape with that image.

“And who was that?” questioned Voldemort as broke the connection between himself and Snape.

“Hermione Granger, my Lord,” Snape replied, his mind whirring now that the Dark Lord had retreated from it. “The annoying Mudblood friend of Potter’s.”

“I felt your thoughts, Severus.” Voldemort motioned with his hand and Nagini slithered out of the darkness and began to circle Snape. “You were happy. Why would this filth make you happy?”

“My Lord, she was the most annoying student I ever had to teach,” Snape had once again sunk to his knees. “Her potions never failed and she continually showed off in front of all the more worthy students. That was the first time a potion of hers had failed.”

Warily, his eyes moved around, trying to see where the snake was now.

“You did not teach her Potions last year,” commented the Dark Lord. “She seems too old for when you were meant to have her in class last, if she really is Potter’s friend. Or are you lying to me, Severus? Have you seen this girl more recently? Are you truly as loyal as you say?”

Snape raised his head, flummoxed. He opened his mouth to reply, but another voice cut across the clearing.

“You seem to forget, my Lord, that girls mature faster than boys.”

Snape quickly bowed down again, hiding his face and closing his eyes in frustration. Just what he needed – Lucius Bloody Malfoy to champion him.

“Lucius,” their master’s whisper slithered around the circle of Death Eaters. “How fortuitous. You return once the punishments for your failure have been meted out on your family.”

Lucius dropped down on the ground next to Severus. He crawled forward and kissed the hem of Voldemort’s robe.

“My Master,” he whispered before shuffling back on his knees next to Snape. Both the Death Eaters knelt, their bodies tensed as they awaited Voldemort’s decision on their fate.

“We have wasted enough time tonight,” Voldemort hissed. “Severus, I know your loyalties are divided. We will rectify that now. Lucius, go to your place.”

Lucius stood and retreated to stand in his designated position. Snape closed his eyes, internally cursing Hermione Granger for existing.

“Bella, come forward.”

Only years of having to hide his reaction stopped Snape from jerking in surprise. Perhaps he was safe.

Bellatrix Lestrange moved to kneel next to Snape. Like Lucius, she crawled forward to kiss Voldemort’s hem.

“Wormtail, bring forth your … toy.”

Snape felt Bellatrix stiffen beside him. Without his mask he dared not look up to see Narcissa’s fate.

“Kneel in front of Severus,” the Dark Lord commanded Narcissa. “Severus, sit up. Bella, stand.”

All obeyed and Snape’s face was carefully blank as he gazed at Narcissa.

Her nose was swollen and purple, as was her jaw. There seemed to be something leaking out of her mouth, a white, viscous liquid that Snape realised dully was someone’s ejaculate. Her eyes were flat, betraying no emotion as she looked back at him. Severus inclined his head slightly. She returned the nod, carefully.

“Join your right hands. Narcissa, I am sure you are able to abjure your vow, are you not?”

Narcissa swallowed before replying hoarsely, “Yes, my Lord.”

“Bella, I believe you were their Bonder?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Then continue.”

Severus and Narcissa joined their right hands together and locked gazes. Bellatrix stood over them and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands.

“I, Narcissa Malfoy, release Severus Snape from our Unbreakable Vow.”

There was a bright light, illuminating the cords from their Vow. As Snape watched, the cords began to burn and unravel until there was nothing left. He was relieved to see the cords which related to his vow with Hermione were not revealed.

“The bond is broken,” Bellatrix proclaimed.

Voldemort smiled. “Well, Severus, you are all mine once more. The survival of the Malfoy boy is no longer your concern. Go and put him out of his misery.”

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord.” Snape backed away slowly, bowing and still looking for the circling Nagini. As he stepped out of the circle he heard Voldemort call Lucius forward. Glad of the reprieve, Snape Disapparated.

Once home, Snape collapsed into his chair, frowning. He was furious with himself. The image Voldemort had pulled from his brain was from the day before when Hermione had been watching the Wolfsbane potion that he was brewing for Lupin. He wondered at Voldemort’s claim that he had been happy and tried to remember what he had been thinking about. Suddenly he smirked, remembering his fantasy of Miss Granger, on her knees and gagged with him pumping into her from behind. His cock twitched as he reclined fully into his chair. Maybe he could have her gagged the whole time she was with him, although it may no longer be necessary. She had not seemed very chatty after her outburst at breakfast the previous morning.

A knock at the door interrupted Snape’s contemplation of other things that could be done with her mouth, now that she had given up talking. Standing, he went to the door and opened it a crack. Seeing who was outside, he opened it fully and allowed his guest to enter. After one brief, horrified glance at his erection clearly evident beneath his robes, Hermione pushed past him, clutching a yowling mass of orange fur tightly to her chest. Once in the book-lined room, she turned to face her bête noire only to find him right in front of her, holding a bottle in one hand.

He quickly took the half Kneazle from her and dumped him on the floor. Her mouth opened to protest, but Snape had anticipated this. He took advantage and upended the vial of liquid into her mouth. He held her mouth closed and pinched her nose until she reluctantly swallowed.

“It was an aphrodisiac,” he informed her. “A very strong one which will take a few hours to wear off. It also removes all inhibitions and is very fast to take effect.”

Snape’s grip on her chin relaxed and Hermione opened her mouth. Snape pushed her jaw shut again.

“Not a word, Miss Granger,” he cautioned her. “Or tonight will be longer than you bargained for. I have quite a few doses of this and am feeling,” he paused and ran his eyes down her body. “Hungry,” he finished as he used his other hand to rip the robe off her back. Hermione’s body convulsed towards him as the aphrodisiac coursed through her veins. Her soft belly pushed up against his hard cock and her arms came up to grasp his back. Snape released her jaw and quickly divested her of the rest of her clothing.

“Don’t worry, Miss Granger,” he whispered into her ear as one hand pulled hungrily on her nipple. “You will enjoy tonight immensely. As will I.”

He moved and crushed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her eagerly opened mouth. Her hands ran up and down his back, squeezing his buttocks until one slipped around the front to grasp his erection. He pulled his mouth away and moaned loudly as her hand moved lower and fondled his balls through the material of his robes. The musky smell of her arousal filled the room. Severus pulled away, prepared to yank off his robes when there was another knock at the door. His eyes closed in frustration. Hermione, in her drug induced lust, had dropped to her knees and was pushing up his robes, licking her lips, her intention clear. He quickly gathered her up in his arms, opened the doorway and strode upstairs. Her familiar followed, mewling pitifully. Snape threw her face down onto his bed and, lifting his robes, quickly entered her from behind. She moaned in ecstasy. He pumped fast, furiously trying to finish and get rid of his erection. The knocking on the downstairs door continued, not quite drowned out by Hermione’s moans of pleasure. Severus stiffened, ejaculating into the frantically writhing witch beneath him. He pulled out, wiped his cock on the sheet, and pushed Hermione fully onto the bed. Muttering a quick containment spell to bind her to the confines of the bed, he adjusted his robes and, throwing the hissing beast out of the room, raced down the stairs and across his living room to the front door. Turning he ensured the hidden door was closed and no noises were evident from upstairs. He smoothed down his hair and robes and opened the door slightly.

His eyes widened at the visitors on the other side and he opened the door fully, allowing them entrance.

A/n ‘A Night to Remember’ is a film about the Titanic thus implying it’s a disaster. I am sorry for such a long wait – I feel really bad but my muse just disappeared on me. No warning just gone. I had to get past this chapter to be able to move on with the story. By the way, it might not seem it, but this incident with Hermione is actually a turning point for Snape. Continue reading to find out…. Oooo – now I’m doing evil cliffies in the Author’s note.

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