Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 9 ~ Let the Games Begin

When Severus returned to the infirmary, he found Albus had herded the obliviated wizards into the ward itself as they slowly recovered and looked around, confused.
“What am I doing here?” Draco demanded, “I was supposed to go flying today.”

Hagrid, Flitwick and Firenze looked bewildered as well. Poppy stood next to Albus looking a bit guilty, not meeting any of their eyes.

“You all participated in a test conducted by myself and Poppy concerning the recovery of obliviated memories. I assure you that you each agreed to participate in this project when you were summoned. Draco you came with your father at Professor Snape’s request. We needed strong-minded participants,” Albus said diplomatically.

The wizards all remembered being summoned by the Headmaster and arriving in the staff meeting room. But that was all they remembered.

“Sad to say that the spell for recovering memories was a failure, but we appreciate your participation greatly. You may all return to your rooms,” the Headmaster said.

The wizards milled about a bit, and then departed, still looking slightly dazed..

“Well done, Headmaster,” Lucius called from behind a privacy curtain. The wizard was stretched out on a cot in his shirt, trousers and stocking feet. “Are you sure you weren’t ever a candidate for Slytherin?”

Albus smiled.

“Lucius, there is a bit of Slytherin in everyone I believe. It comes out when necessary,” he responded.

Severus walked through the departing wizards and up to Poppy.

“I have pain potions for Miss Granger. Have you examined her yet?” he asked the medi-witch.

Poppy nodded, turning red.

“Her vital signs are strong and normal,” the witch said, “but physically she is suffering as any witch would who had prolonged sexual activity.”

Poppy scowled.

“You would think the wizards would have been more considerate. Just because the spell protected her while invoked was no reason to act like rutting trolls,” the witch said.

Severus looked at her.

“Poppy, the Spells Mistress is a very attractive and under the influence of the spell, a very passionate witch. I speak with the voice of experience when I say that whatever was done to her, at the time she wanted...and those who were able, delivered.,” he said silkily.

He began to walk toward the hidden waiting area. Poppy called him.

“Wait, Severus. I’ll come with you,” the medi-witch said, bustling up to him.

“I would like to speak to the Spells Mistress alone as I administer the potions, Poppy. I hope you don’t mind,” Severus said.

Poppy looked as if she did mind, but the Potions Master was very capable of administering potions. It was his field after all. She had no reason to accompany him except for the maternal protectiveness she felt toward Hermione after what Poppy considered a terrible ordeal. An ordeal the wizard had participated in.

“No, I don’t mind, Severus,” she said tightly, turning and walking back to Albus, who was gazing at the Potions Master thoughtfully.

Lucius chuckled from behind the curtain, which angered Poppy even more.

“Lord Malfoy, since your ‘services’ are no longer needed here, might you not find your manor more comfortable than our cots?” Poppy asked him pointedly.

Lucius appeared from behind the curtain, fully dressed, his cane in hand.

“Throwing me out like a stud animal run dry, eh Poppy?” he purred at her, his eyes twinkling darkly as the medi-witch blushed again. “Very well, I shall go.”

He looked at Severus who was pressing the bricks to enter the waiting room and subsequently the bedroom that held Hermione.

“Do put in a word about what we discussed earlier, Severus,” he called to him.

The Potions Master grunted and entered the area, the wall shutting behind him.

“I don’t trust him, Albus. I think he has other motives than giving Hermione potions,” Poppy said, frowning after the wizard.

“Poppy, they have already been intimate. What more can he do to her?” the old wizard replied.

“I don’t know. I just have a feeling I should be there,” she responded.

“Just some residual anxiety over your former patient, Poppy. Our Spells Mistress is fine and can handle her own affairs,” Albus said, realizing his poor choice of words as Poppy turned several colors and rushed into her office, muttering about randy wizards and the people in authority who supported them. Lucius was still standing by the privacy curtain. Albus looked at him.

“Walk you out, Lucius?” he asked, smiling at the wizard.

Lucius had been staring at the closed wall as if considering making his own appearance. He snapped out of his thoughts at the Headmaster’s address.

“Certainly, Headmaster,” he responded.

They began to walk toward the infirmary doors.

“You know, Lucius...you can’t punish Draco for his mistreatment of Miss Granger,” Albus said to him, “he has no recollection of his tryst with her.”

Lucius nodded.

“That may be true, Headmaster, but Draco does enough idiotic acts for me to find another reason to give him his due quite easily. He will be punished,” Lucius replied.

Albus fell silent. Lucius dealt with Draco as he saw fit. If he saw fit to kick the young wizard’s ass from sun to sun, who was he to argue. Plus, Draco was an arrogant little git and most likely needed taking down a peg quite often, or else he would become truly unbearable.

Lucius opened the door and Albus walked through. The blonde wizard glanced back once more at the closed wall, then followed the Headmaster out of the infirmary.

Miss Granger had been quite a pleasurable distraction for an evening.

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Severus stopped outside the bedroom and knocked.

“Come in,” Hermione called.

He opened the door, entered and found Hermione was dressed in a white silk nightgown with thin straps and a rather low neckline. He could see the swell of her breasts, and felt himself throb at the memory of seeing them in their fully glory only hours before.

Hermione watched the dark wizard approach her, feeling a small throb in her belly despite her pain. His dark eyes focused on her intently, but revealed nothing of what might have been going on behind them. The Potions Master sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled several small bottles out of his pocket, offering them to her.

“Drink all of these. They will ease your discomfort,” Severus said.

“What kind of potion is this?” Hermione asked, holding up the bottles and studying the rich purple color.

“It is my own brew. I simply call it ‘purple potion.’ I created it to specifically ease pain brought on by sexual activity. It focuses primarily on the sexual organs and orifices, as well as eases muscle pain caused by extremely vigorous ...er...handling,” he said to her.

Hermione looked at the wizard. His own brew? With that tool he probably had to come up with a potion like this or end up in Azkaban for sexual assault, no matter how willing the witches had been to engage him. She opened one bottle after the other, drinking them down. The potion tasted quite nice actually, like an orange-infused mint. She began to feel better immediately. Severus continued to look at her.

“I imagine you will be more careful where you position your nifflers after this,” he said, his mouth quirking a bit.

Hermione nodded, feeling a little awkward talking to the Potions Master so...normally after what he had done to her. She couldn’t help remembering the look of lust and pleasure on his face as he let loose on her, and how he had said she was delectable as he began to piston into her body. Nor could she forget his satisfied groan of “Yes...yes...witch,” as he came. She felt another throb...then totally relaxed.

The veritaserum was working.

Severus noted the witch’s relaxation and knew he could now ask her questions she most likely wouldn’t have answered without the addition of the truth potion.

“Did you like what happened to you tonight, Miss Granger? Being the focus of several wizards intent on keeping you sexually stimulated?” he asked her, wishing he could draw the sheet off her body and admire it, even if he couldn’t touch her.

“Yes. I did,” the witch admitted.

“Why?” he asked her.

“Because I was able to engage a number of wizards without worrying about my reputation, not to mention have the most amazing sex I ever had in my life,” the witch replied softly.

“Would you like to do this again? Have a number of wizards fuck you in one night?” he asked her.

“No. It was an experience, and I was able to live out my fantasies and fuck the sexiest wizards in the known wizarding world. But I wouldn’t like to do it again. Now I know what they’re like and that’s enough,” she said.

Severus studied her. This was good...she wasn’t interested in doing this again.

“Who was the best?” he asked her, his belly tightening.

“There was no best. Everyone had something powerful. You, Marcus, Draco and Lucius. Even Firenze was something special. I couldn’t tell you who was the best, Professor. There was no best. You were all amazing lovers,” she said quietly, her eyes glistening.

So she thought he was an amazing lover...but then again, she thought they all were.

“Do you have a lover or lovers, Miss Granger. Someone you are involved with in at least a rudimentary relationship?”

Hermione shook her head.

“The last time I had sex was over a year ago with a wizard I had been dating for several months. It was more of a pity fuck than anything. He was so desperate and begged me so hard, I gave in. It was nothing like tonight. We went our separate ways after that,” she said, her eyes slightly clouded. “I haven’t had time to dedicate to anyone with my work.”

Severus rather thought she put her work first to avoid going through the stress and emotional strain of forming relationships. It had to be hard to spend time developing a connection with someone, only to find that you aren’t compatible.

“Besides,” Hermione said, “Most wizards are put off by me because I am so intelligent. They want a ‘normal’ witch, not someone like me.”

Severus arched an eyebrow at this.

“You think you are abnormal, Miss Granger?” he asked her.

Suddenly the witch’s eyes filled with tears and Severus looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I’ve had more than one wizard tell me that I would be much more attractive if I shut up and stopped showing off how smart I was. But I don’t show off. My conversation just gravitates to things of worth and challenge. I forget not everyone is as well-read as I am. One wizard even said he’d have to gag me before he could fuck me. It’s like Hogwarts all over again. But in the real world. I’m still perceived as a know-it-all bookworm.”

The Potions Master couldn’t help scowling at this. Hermione was the most brilliant witch he knew. For her to suffer for her brilliance was distinctly unfair. Shit, he wouldn’t mind being able to have intelligent pillow talk for once after sex, instead of “so...you’re a teacher eh?” and other blather designed to make him stay a bit longer for another round. He rarely did. He didn’t respect the women he fucked after all. They were all so easy and so...silly. If pussy were attached to anything else, he’d leave them all the hell alone.

He felt he could relate to Hermione. He appreciated true intelligence. Yes, she had a lot of book knowledge, but the witch was able to think outside of the books, develop her own theories and prove them right.

“Do you want a lover?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she replied rather dreamily.

Ah. Good.

“Would you be interested in Marcus Delaluci as a lover?” he asked.

Hermione hesitated.

“No,” she stated firmly.

“Why?” the Potions Master asked.

“Marcus likes variety. He would never settle down, never commit. He doesn’t realize that for women, sex has an emotional basis. It is all physical pleasure for him. Besides, he’s a pig and will probably end up with a very nasty wizarding STD one day,” she said, frowning. “He’s a good lover, but has the potential to cause me a lot of pain. I won’t set myself up for that.”

Severus nodded.

“What about Draco?” he asked.

Hermione’s eyebrows rose.

“Draco? Draco hates me, and I’m not wild about him either. Yes, there was some lust...but it was purely physical...something...something dark in me that wanted him. But no, Draco and I could never be lovers,” she said, her eyes narrowed. “He would only want to degrade me.”

Severus nodded again. She had hit the nail squarely on the head with that one.

“Lucius?” he asked.

Hermione shook her head vigorously.

“Lucius would never be a true lover. He simply wants to control. His true affections lie with his wife despite all the witches he indulges in. There is no kissing, no caresses or tenderness with him, only domination and pain,” Hermione said, her eyes darkening, “Although there is a part of me that liked his treatment...I wouldn’t want it all the time. I would like to initiate sex sometime, or even take over and do what I felt like doing. With him, it’s all asking, begging, calling him Lord. And I can’t even imagine the cruelties he inflicts in his manor. Tonight, the only thing that protected me was the spell. Lucius would have made me suffer sexually if he could have. That’s not my idea of a lover,” she said, meeting Severus’ eyes. “He was exciting in a controlled situation, but outside of that, he would be terrible. I wouldn’t want him for a lover.”

Severus looked at her and swallowed before asking the next question. His hopes all hinged on her answer.

“How about me, Miss Granger? Do you think I would make a good lover?” he asked the witch, his dark eyes searching her face.

Hermione hesitated again.

“I think you might, Professor, though you didn’t show the versatility any of the other three did, but then again, the only reason you engaged me in the first place was to save my life, not impress me with your skill as a lover. But you did surprise me,” she said, her eyes going a bit soft and hot. “Especially at the end.”

Severus wanted to tell her he was extremely versatile, and could meet her needs in the domination as well as the freedom department. He had never had a witch take control during sex and would love to experience that. He cleared his throat.

“Would you accept me as a lover if I were to ask you?” the wizard asked her. He knew this was extremely unfair of him to do while she was under the influence of veritaserum...but hell, he was a Slytherin and he wanted to know.

Hermione fell silent for several minutes, her amber eyes shifting back and forth as she thought about her answer.

“That would depend,” she finally responded.

“On what?” Severus pressed, wanting to know what he would have to do.

“If you could make me want you,” Hermione replied. “Tonight I was under the influence of the spell and before then never thought of you as a potential lover, Professor, though I have always thought you attractive in a dark and somewhat snarky way. Your mind is phenomenal, as is your skill. Your voice, your presence and your eyes are also very attractive. Perhaps I might have thought of you that way if I thought you might have any interest in me as a woman. But you never showed any.”

“So you are saying if I pursued you, I might have you?” the wizard asked her.

“Yes, but it is hard to pursue a woman who has her nose in books, notes and spells from morning to evening. And frankly, Professor, I can’t imagine you pursuing a witch. You are so disciplined...so...well there isn’t any other way to put this, cold in your demeanor. Even tonight, when you were fucking me...it wasn’t until the end that I felt anything other than a clinical kind of interest from you, though what you were doing to me felt damn good.”

Cold? Clinical? The witch had no idea how hard he had to work to keep from twisting her into all types of sexual positions. He had to chant for gods sakes to keep from coming. Hermione had no idea how much she affected him. And with her under the influence of the veritaserum, it would do no good to tell her. She wouldn’t remember anything about the little Q&A session they were having. There were forms of the potion that did allow the recepient to remember answering questions, but this was not one of them. This potion stole the truth from an individual without his or her knowledge.

Anyway, her appraisal of his detachment and perceived coldness was not something that could be overturned with words...it was something that had to be shown. He had to prove without a doubt he could bring the heat to the witch. As far as his snarkiness, there was little he could do about that, though Hermione could most definitely soften his lesser tendencies by letting him fuck her on a regular basis.

Hermione’s eyes began to flutter and Severus gathered up the bottles. The witch smiled.

“I feel much better, Professor. Thank you so much for the potions.”

Severus looked at her. Now was as good a time as any.

“Considering what we’ve shared Miss Granger, I believe you are entitled to call me by my first name. Please call me Severus,” he said silkily, wondering what his name would sound like rolling off her lips as she orgasmed.

Hermione blinked at him, almost disbelieving she was now on a first name basis with the Potions Master.

“Only if you call me Hermione,” she said.

“Hermione,” Severus repeated, letting the silk of his voice roll over the syllables, causing another hitch in the witch’s belly. He noticed it, too and smirked inwardly.

No, he didn’t often pursue witches any farther than the tavern door or the brothel lobby. But this didn’t mean he couldn’t. Seduction played a big part in getting those witches to agree to let him fuck them. This was almost the same principle. A touch, a gaze, a whispered suggestion, a smigeon of aggression, even a bit of improper physical contact timed just right.

Hermione had a dark side. He was a dark wizard. He should be able to tap into her dark needs and awaken them with a bit of patience. But he was a very patient man. As a Potions Master he sometimes had to wait months for a brew to be completed. Seducing Hermione would be just like brewing, with him applying the proper actions at the perfect times and working her into a simmering body of liquid lust, ready to be poured into his bed and properly capped off.

Yes, Severus Snape was sure he could seduce Hermione Granger and make her accept him.

It would just take time, effort and dedication.

As the wizard looked at the petite witch, the remembrance of her passion and the pleasure of her body fresh in his mind, he knew he was more than willing to give his all in making her his own.

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A/N: Well, it looks like this story is going to be a bit longer than I thought. Lol. Maybe not toooo much. But Severus wants Hermione...so you know we have to let it play out. Yum. The Potions Master in pursuit mode. Gotta love it. Please review.