Thank you, Miss Granger

Title : thank you, Miss Granger
Diclaimer : See first chapter


Many thanks to Corazon and Estrilda for the beta-reading. Three more chapters to go and the show is over.



Chapter Nine: Intercourse and consequences

(Part 2: Severus)

Life had not been tender with Severus Snape.

The combination of events, which had therefore led him to this table, into the hands and mouth of the mysterious chocolate-eyed girl, was as pleasant as unexpected.

Her terrified eyes were the first thing he could remember when he had opened the closet. He was so furious at Sirius that his perceptions were blurred and he had not been aware of her presence. When he had opened the door, his mind was unprotected and her feelings had ran from her scattered mind to his without a warning: fear, stress and something else he could not identify. The adrenalin\'s rush was so strong it had taken him a moment to recover. He had been careful to keep his distance afterward. There was something so lively and open in the girl, so far away from his twisted Slytherin fellows or the hatred from the Gryffindors, that it was a mental refreshment for his brain.

She had boastfully tried to tease him and then stopped before getting to the point. She was brave and smart but she was no bully. Severus had had plenty of occasions during his school time to identify bullies and they were so numerous amongst his fellowship: coward bullies, twisted bullies like Lucius Malfoy, pretentious bullies like Sirius and James who where probably the worst. The combination of their pride and good intentions along with their tendency to attack all the people they regarded as Evil was a disgusting mixture that made his skin crawl.

Severus had welcomed the coming of his Legilimency skills when confronted with his father. The advantage he had gained had made his life much more bearable. Meeting James and Sirius had almost made him regret it. It was unpleasant enough to be confronted with people who didn\'t like him but being overwhelmed by their emotions when they were around was a constant mental torture. The perspective of getting rid of them had consequently occupied an important part of his reflections, especially when a Gryffindor girl - whose name he had already forgotten - had tried to take his defence. Pity was the worst feeling he had come across since becoming a Legilimens. Being hated and despised was unpleasant, being pitied was plainly unacceptable.

But this girl was different.

For some stupid reasons she seemed to trust and respect him, which was rare enough to deserve some attention. She also expected him to trust her, which clearly proved she was no Slytherin. Her uniform had probably been stolen.


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At some point he had felt so close to her.

Kissing her throat passionately, he had felt her pulse go faster and saw her cheek redden. At the same time, her emotions had become coloured and vivid, almost tangible. He could see a ring made of darks red clouds, like the menacing ring of power... As her breathing was more and more oppressed, the ring was pulsing, opening itself like a flower, blossoming, before getting tighter and tighter. He had no idea what this ring represented until the fog vanished to let a circle of odoriferous flesh emerge.

The light overwhelming her mind hadled led for him, called so violently he had no other solutions but to act. Getting further and further down, he had realized he was getting closer to the circle. As his finger penetrated her sweet wet pussy, he understood - too late - he had not been considerate enough. The circle had closed itself and she had violently pushed him away.

But his fingers tasted good.


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Why should he trust her?

For the first time in his Life, he was facing an internal conflict: his heart said one thing and his brain said otherwise. And he had absolutely no idea who to believe. His heart liked very much these new sensations and the rush of adrenalin it brought to his veins. He thought the girl was sexy and naive, boastfully hiding behind a tough character. He liked the girl\'s smell and taste, and wanted more. His braineed eed on the girl\'s naivety but did not considered it enough to trust her. Some parts of the girl\'s emotions were blurred and she was not always determined on the decisions she was to make. His brain estimated she might be acting according to somebody else\'s directions. If that was the case, it was difficult to determine if she should be trusted or not. She might be manipulated and her so-called naivety could be the worst weapon.

The internal discussion ended as the chocolate-eyed girl opened his shirt to reach his skin.

Promising himself he would not let his emotions carry him away to the point of losing caution, he abandoned his body to the girl. After all, he had given her a nice physical experience and it was time for her to pam bam back. What could happen? It was just pleasure and sex, nothing dangerous. And she did not seem to be the sort of girl to punctuate an orgasm by stabbing her lover.

He shivered as she started to lick his chest, her hands cupping his neck. Her fingers ran behind his head with an incredible precision. What kind of magic was that? His body relaxed progressively under the gentle pressure and her mouth aimed ts ths throat and ears. He gripped the table as she reached that sensitive area. Her breath was suddenly very present, soft and caressing. He felt like diving into these pleasant feelings but something in his mind kept him awake.

That was too easy, too beautiful to be true.

He went through the girl\'s feelings, desperately looking for a confirmation that she might be a liar, a spy, or a kr. Hr. He found nothing but an eager desire to \'please him\'. These last words came as distinct as if written on a blackboard, so incredibly distinct in the mass of feelings that, for a very short moment his heart missed a beat. She was a Legilimens, she had only been pretending to be dumb and naive, she was the worst enemy he had ever encountered: the Devil in a girl\' shape. This thought lasted less than a second. He knew it was false, but he could also recognize a trap when he saw one and there was a trap. A trap that was all the more dangerous that he could not see what it was.

\'What\'s wrong, Severus?\'

How come she knew his name? How come she knew about the potion accident? Why did she want this particular sample? What for and for whom? When she had answered \'Dumbledore\' to that last question, something had twisted in her mind although she had been telling the truth. This particular feeling had occurred a few times in the discussion as if she was hiding something while telling the truth. There was something odd about the whole story.

\'Nothing\'s wrong,\' he answered.

She smiled.

\'You don\'t trust me.\' Her hand grazed on his neck as she spoke.

For some reason, this simple sentence awoke a whole range of complex emotions, the most important one being hate. It was so pectpected and sudden that he had no time to refrain them completely. She froze and looked at him with astonishment as he furiously ripped the tears away with his sleeve. Her voice was calm and considerate.

\'Why can\'t you trust me? It\'s almost as if you didn\'t trust... your own judgment.\'

As usual when he had to fight against a very powerful emotion, it was difficult to remain focused on somebody else\'s feelings and he missed the small pause in her sentence. He felt emotionally unstable and weak, which he hated. His safe arm reached the girl\'s shoulders as he pulled her in front of him, searching through the chocolate-eyes.

\'I trust you,\' she said.

It was true.

\'I trust you to make the right choice, whatever happens. I know you will.\'

It was true again although he felt that same impression of something twisted and the assumption sounde gen general he wondered what sort of mysterious double-meaning was hidden behind it.

\'How could I ever trust you?\'

He had spoken aloud and it was clearly the most stupid question he had made ever. But her answer was even more cryptic.

\'Just look into my eyes. What do you see?\'

He looked. He saw. A feeling he had sometimes caught here andre ire in a weaker form.

\'I hate pity,\' he said.

\'It\'s not pity,\' she said.

Why was she was smiling? He was about to cut her back to stop all that mockery game but she prevented the words from escaping his lips with a simple touch. Her fingers lingered slowly on his mouth while the same puzzling emotion blurred her eyes.

And the next moment she was kissing him.


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Severus did not resist. After all, kissing was nice and a new experience could only be instructive. At least, that was how his brain considered the situation. His heart hardly considered anything. There was also something very scary about the situation: he could not keep it under control. His capacity as a Legilimens was not strong enough to stand the violent emotions and remain aware of the girl\'s feelings and intentions. At some point, he would have to let his guard down.

He straightened as her hands reached under his clothes. No matter how sweet it was he was not used to being touched. She slowed down a bit and began to kiss hiain.ain. He could have spent ages tasting her lips and breathing her smell; but while he did so, her hands were slowly taking possession of his body.

He stopped her.

That was not how he wanted it. He had expected a bit more consideration for his first time and maybe a bit more decorum. For some reason, his fantasies had not implied a Potions Classroom and a desk. Despite his ability at Potions, it was his father\'s territory, which therefore made it difficult to relax in such an environment. It was all the more painful that he wanted the chocolate-eyed girl, but not here and not like that.

\'I cannot-\' he started.

But she gently pushed him back on the table.

\'Don\'t resist\', she whispered.

And heyedeyed. He let it go.

Because it was easy, because it was good, because the chocolate-eyed girl smelled delicious and her feelings did not poison him like other people, he wanted to trust her, and at some point he wanted to believe she liked him and respected him.

He could, then, allow her to come close, to take away his robe and clothes. He could let his wand fall on the floor, not even trying to retain it. He could give up reading her mind and abandon himself to her caress. He had imagined a first time full of excitation and fury, but now he was too busy trying to put all the pieces of his puzzled self together to use the girl. To be absolutely fair, he almost had the impression he was the one to be used.

It was not unpleasant. Her mouth was soft and warm on his penis. The various sensations overwhelming different parts of his body rejoined themselves like little streams mixing together to form a bigger river. At samesame time, he gave up his efforts to print every detail in his head for further contemplation and gave himself up to the present time. And soon, there was nothing more real that the present, absorbing itself, and every sensations, like a black hole.

He had had a few occasions of masturbating, of course, but nothing had prepared him for the explosion onsitnsitivity at the top of his dick, nor the impression of being absorbed, pumped by the girl\'s eager lips. The awareness of having his pleasure depending on another will made the whole experience different. It was as if the circle of pleasure that used to be confined between his sex and right hand had opened itself to include another dedicated participant. His hand cupped the girl\'s head with caution as he led her to adopt his pace.

She slowed down and looked up at him. Her mouth tightly pressed around his cock, one of her hand caressing his balls, her eyes interrogative and slightly wet.

\'Will you-?\' his voice was so oppressed it sounded like a weird croaking.

She released his dick with a last lick. Her lips were reddened by their previous activity.

\'Of course. You want to?\'

He coughed, trying to recover a normal voice without success.

\'Yes, please.\'

She nodded.

At this point, he had lost any sense of control over his own body. The power of sensations overwhelmed his brain, wiping away his resistance. He felt like being carried away and at the same run running after a peak of pleasure he would never reach. As the tension growing annihilated any rest of conscious thoughts, he went over the peak and fell, melted, dived, releasing his semen in a last movement of the hip, the girl\'s head clenched between his hands.


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As he opened his eyes, coming back to his senses and the reality of the dungeon, he realized he was alone. His first conscious thought was she had had him and was gone with the sample.

He stood up in a second, hearing the sound of water. The girl was bending over the tap, turning her back to him. There was nothing objectively offensive in that, it was just the most comfortable position to reach the tap. Why did he feel furious then?

A moment ago, he had met her eyes and decided to trust her. And in way, he had expected some consideration from that. He had certainly not exed ted to be dumped as soon as the affair would be over. What was all the more revolting was that she made absolutely no effort to hide her disinterest. Clearly the intercourse had been an easy and non-committal matter for her.

As she turned slightly, he understood she was washing her mouth using a finger as a toothbrush. She was doing it with an application that revealed a strong sense of pragmatism. She spit back the water, to conclude the cleaning. She did not look at him.

Bitterness was slowly biting his heart as he mentally whispered: \'Look at me, look at me,\' but without success.

When she stood up, her eyes were directed at the sample on his father\'s desk, glittering in the darkness. She was smiling.

He felt cold and determined as he bent to retrieve his wand.


When she turned to face him, she found herself almost kissing the top of his wand.

She opened her mouth to speak, but saw his face.
She closed her mouth without a sound.

\'Now you want what you came for, don\'t you?\'

The girl looked rather puzzled as his wand pointed to her face, maybe a bit irritated too.

\'What\'s the matter with you? I can\'t even leave five minutes to clean my teeth?\'

He snapped back without thinking.

\'Oh, that is so important, indeed.\'

\'Shut up!\'

But she was not in the mood to do so.

\'I can\'t stand the taste of semen, sorry. Maybe I shouldn\'t have tried to swallow it.\'

\'I did not ask you to swallow anything!\'

Curiously, his voice had reached quite a high peak, far from his usual deep tone. She frowned with a sigh.

\'You know what? You have a self-confidence problem, or a problem with girls. Or maybe both, actually.\'


*End of chapter*

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Many thanks to all my reviewers : Deb, Spaz, Persia (x2), Xraven, Sare Liz, Greenstuff, hopelsydreaming and Alicia.

More specific answers:

Deb - Thanks for the encouragements. Trip was busy but nice. And as usual, nice to be back.

Xraven - \"Will Hermione be sharing her conclusion about the tears with Severus?\" Mmm... I guess that would be too simple. ;)

Sare Liz - \"All the way though I\'m constantly reminded that every time Prof S. deals with her, he has this in mind.\" The past probably changes the present but Hermione cannot be aware of it as long as she stays in the past. So, that\'s something she might discover when she comes back. If she comes back.

Greenstuff - \"I don\'t think young Sev is quite ready for what Hermione has in store for him.\" As I said before, he is definitely not.

Hopelsydreaming - \"That\'s it?! That\'s as long as you made the chapter?\" Sorry, it\'s about he same size as the previous ones. Just a bit less boring maybe. Which is a good piece of news. *grin*

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