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Obviously, huge-ass disclaimer here, folks. I\'m not J.K. Rowling, so I don\'t own a damn thing.

So, I hope you like the new plot-twists. Get ready for some more drama, and dare I say...more action?


Chapter 8


\"So...what you\'re saying is...wait...that can\'t be, because that would mean...Potter?\"

Ron looked terribly sad.

\"Voldemort is still alive within Harry. So, we don\'t think Harry is acting of his own volition when he commits these crimes. Voldemort is probably controlling his mind, not all the time, he\'s not strong enough to do that, but occasionally when he feels the urge, he makes Harry hurt people. Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards. He\'s also started targeting witches and wizard who are in support of Muggle-borns being treated equally. Harry is probably afraid no one would believe him if he came forward and told us what was going on.\"

\"He\'s probably feeling so alone right now. It just makes me sick.\"

This was the first Hermione had spoken since Weasley had finished his tale. Severus looked at her pale face and wanted to comfort her, but he felt...used. She had used him. Professor Hermione Granger, Auror and know-it-all, had used him. And, much to his chagrin, he was becoming extremely happy at the thought of her using him some more. Perhaps more thoroughly. Now was not the time, however, to be thinking of Hermione ordering him to bury his face in her sweet, wet warmth and drive her to the heights of ecstasy with his nimble tongue. Now was a time to be thinking about Potter. But not like he was thinking about Hermione. Snape shuddered.

\"But we don\'t know for sure that Potter is, in fact, Lord Voldemort\'s last horcrux. Potter could just be a demented, traumatized little psychopathic sot.\"

\"Oi! Shut yer mouth you greasy git!\"

Ron lost all of his polished speech when he was angry. And berating Harry certainly wasn\'t giving him warm and fuzzies.

\"But...he\'s right, Ron. We don\'t know. We want to hope that we\'re right, and Harry isn\'t acting of his own volition, but we don\'t know for sure.\"

Hermione turned to Severus and he noticed that her eyes were that turbulent grey. That irritated him. A lot. She started to speak but he cut her off.

\"Before you say one word, Granger, fix your damned eyes.\"

She blinked in shock, then with a murmured incantation, she removed the \"mood\" charm on her eyes. When she next looked at him, her eyes were shimmering pools of molten chocolate, beseeching him to help. He really wished he hadn\'t made her take the fucking charm off. Now he wanted to bring her diamonds, puppies, shoes...Hell! Why not bring her a pair of diamond studded puppy shoes? No, she might get upset about them being puppy shoes. He didn\'t think she\'d like the whole killing of cute cuddly baby animals to give her footwear.

\"As I was going to say, Severus, that is why we need you. If Voldemort decides to call his Death Eaters once more, we would need you to resume your double agent persona. Since Voldemort never found out you were betraying him you could still pull it off. If you\'ll agree. I know it\'s horrible, me asking you to do this, to put yourself in danger, horrible pain, but I wouldn\'t do it unless it were absolutely necessary. You have to know that.\"

It was on him now. It was up to him to either make Hermione sad and upset, or to put himself in a life-threatening and painful situation. He scowled fiercely at her, and she looked so upset, that he knew what he had to do.

\"Fine. I\'ll do it. But I\'m not going out searching for him. I\'ll wait until I\'m called.\"

\"Much thanks, Snape. Don\'t worry about patrolling. Myself and the other Aurors will be doing that. Along with Hermione. We\'ll need to keep our friendship with Harry strong. Hopefully he\'ll confide in us and we can help him. Good, then. I\'ll let the Ministry know, and I\'ll be giving you updates every few days, \'Mione. Keep Snape informed.\"

In a flash of green flames, Ron was gone. Hermione and Snape sat uncomfortably together on her sofa.

\"I\'m so sorry you had to find out like that, Professor.\"

\"I won\'t lie. It definitely put a damper on the evening. I think I\'ll go to my chambers now. Good night, Professor Granger.\"

He stood to leave, and Hermione stood as well. He walked to the door and she followed. Neither opened it.

\"So, you will keep me updated on your meetings with Weasley and I will let you know if my Mark begins to...behave strangely.\"

Hermione nodded.

\"Keep those lesson plans. As I\'m not teaching Potions, you can have them for the rest of the year.\"

Hermione nodded again.

Severus\'s mind was screaming \"Akward! Akward! Akward!\" at him. So, apparently they were going to pretend nothing had happened, they hadn\'t kissed, she hadn\'t used him, he didn\'t still have an erection. He reached for the doorknob.

\"You know, I was going to tell you, but I was afraid of what you\'d say. I know you don\'t like Harry. And I\'m not going to pretend I didn\'t kiss you, because I definitely did, and you were really kissing me back, and in case you haven\'t noticed (supremely impossible) you have definitely got an erection.\"

Snape gaped at her. Then he blushed. Granger was blushing, too.

\"So, I respect that you felt a bit like you were being used, but you weren\'t. What I was doing when I kissed you I was doing purely for me. A little bit for you, too, I guess. So what I\'m trying to say is, if you would perhaps like to maybe try that again sometime when we won\'t be interrupted by Ron, I think I might like that. And could you not call him Weasley? He has too many siblings for you to just call him Weas-\"

Severus groaned as he walked up to Hermione and silenced her with his mouth. He already had one headache. He didn\'t need two. His tongue swept into her honeyed mouth and he shuddered when he felt her grip his shoulders and press herself against him. Without breaking contact, he walked her backwards until her behind came up against the back of the couch. His hand swept down her side, coming to rest on her hip. Not really rest. He was stroking her hip, just above the low waist of her jeans. He wanted to be in her jeans so badly. (I personally think he\'d look quite ridiculous in Hermione\'s pants, but if that\'s what he wants...) He felt her unbuttoning his robes. He lifted his lips from hers. She was working feverishly, trying to get him undressed as quickly as possible. He bent and swirled his tongue around the shell of her perfect little ear. He really enjoyed her ears. They were nice. He bit her earlobe, eliciting a moan from her. Both of their breathing was coming in pants and gasps now. She pushed his robes off of his shoulders and they pooled at his feet. She groaned in frustration as she saw all of the buttons on his white shirt.

\"For Merlin\'s sake, Severus, I have waited for nearly five years to get you in this position, and a few others, and you have to wear fucking 500 million buttons!\"

\"Five years? Really? But you were still a student. Not entirely proper, having fantasies about your Potions Professor, eh, Miss Granger?\"

Her fingers fumbled a bit as he called her \"Miss Granger.\" He was using that silky-yet-snarky tone, the one where he kind of snarled at you, so it was a bit scary, but oh-so stimulating. Finally his shirt was off. She ran her hands over his sculpted chest. He was so pale, but his surprising manly muscles made up for his pastiness.

\"I think that I would like you to call me \"Miss Granger\" while you fuck me, Severus. And I think that I would like to call you \"Professor\" or maybe even \"Sir\" while you\'re fucking me.\"

She bent and bit one of his nipples. Her words and teeth made his cock strain against his trousers. He grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and whipped it over her head. He barely glanced at her lacy white bra as he unfastened it and threw it across the room.

\"I believe that can be arranged...Miss Granger.\"

He kneeled in front of her, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down, skimming them over her hips and off. A sudden thought occurred to him as he stared at her panties (or what she called panties. The tiny scrap of black lace in front and the little strings around her hips and the center of her buttocks wasn\'t enough for an eyepatch, let alone enough to be called panties. He didn\'t see the point of them at all.)

\"Are we just going to use each other for sex, then? I mean, we\'re not friends, we don\'t really like each other, so is it just some animal attraction that we have to act upon? No strings?\"

Hermione looked down at him. He was worried about whether or not she had ulterior motives. She nearly laughed. (She didn\'t though because she was terribly frustrated having him on his knees between her legs, and all he wanted to do was talk. I\'d be a little frustrated myself.)

\"Severus, I don\'t care if you declare an undying devotion to me. Right now, all I want you to do is take my panties off of me and fuck me with your tongue before you fuck me with your cock. The more I say fuck, the randier I am, so if you don\'t want me to rape you, get to it, and quit being such a girl.\"

Severus needed no more encouragement.