Habeas Corpus

Dear All, it’s my first attempt at Harry Potter fan fiction. This story takes place a year after Hermione’s graduation from Hogwarts. She is in her Auror training but is summoned to Hogwarts as the fight with Voldemort cannot wait until she is fully trained. She and her former Professor, Severus Snape, are sent on an undercover mission together. This story is rated as R for explicit, at times non-consensual, sex. Enjoy!

Prologue

The cabin felt so small and it seemed asugh ugh it was still shrinking. She was breathing heavily. The air seemed to vanish. She kept pacing around the cabin, forming an \'L\'. And there he was with her, stuck in an elevator on four square metres. She could feel his scent. The scent of his cologne and soap. She was on the point of deciding whether to burst into tears or just say: Take me. Meanwhile Severus Snape was calmly sitting in the corner of the cabin watching the woman pacing around him. It was beginning to be unnerving. He could see her shallow breath. The dress she was wearing seemed to be a hurdle, the woman\'s lungs could not cope with. He was keen on helping them.

\"Excuse me, could you stop pacing like that. It drives me mad.\" And not only this, he added in his thoughts.

\"What?\"

\"I asked if you could stop pacing like that.\" He repeated.

\"And what am I to do? This cabin is shrinking with every minute. I can hardly breath.\" She called sobbingly.

\"Don\'t panic.\" Said he getting up.

\"I\'m not panicking! This is insane. We are going to die. I always knew...\"

\"Calm yourself down. Everything will be fi"
"

\"No! I knew I\'d die in a place like this.\"

\"You know nothing of the sort.\"

\"How can you know? I\'m old, fat and I\'ll die in an elevator. And I can\'t even Apparate. Bloody ‘no-magic-use-in-muggle-world-rules!\" She began crying.

\"Shut up, will you! You are not old. You are not fat and you will not die in an elevator, at least not in this one.\" Bellowed he.

\"Bullshit. I\'m pathetic!\"

\"Oh, I agree with that!\" Replied he

\"What?\"

\"I said I agree with what you\'ve said. You are pathetic.\"

She stood speechless for a few seconds.

\"But I don\'t care.\" Said he, pushing her onto the wall and pressing her with all his body and giving her a kiss that seemed to exhale his soul through his lips. She couldn\'t resist him. His hand wandered from her cheek, through her chin to her hip, leaving something she could only describe as a burning line. She felt his hand find a way under her dress to reach her thigh. He did not remove his hand from there and concentrated on her lips, learning how she tasted inside. He felt the friction existing between his chest and her breasts, employing and amusing his hands at the latter awhile before slipping down lower over the smooth track of her abdomen. With every kiss, she was leaning upon him. The straps of her dress fell down and she was standing in front of him half-naked. Every part of her was open and exposed to the courses of his hands, which like a fire ran over all of her body and thawed all coldness as they went. He moved from her lips onto her ears and neck, making his way down. She was unable... no, she didn\'t want to stop him. It was exactly how she thought and imagined it would be. The volley of his kisses continued. He stopped for a second and looked into her eyes. Reading in them the full permission to all his wishes. Having insinuated his hand under her dress again, he put his leg in between herakinaking her gasp with pleasure. She had already given in. She wanted him, she needed him and was ready to accept him at that very moment... and at that moment, the elevator moved.

\"Oh, my God!!!!\" whimpered Hermione pushing Snape away. \"I... I ...we... they... have to... I have to get dressed. Oh, my God!!! They can\'t... can\'t see me... not like that!\"

\"Calm down!\" he said nailing her to the wall. \"Calm down!\"

“How...? I can\'t... Oh, God, it\'s not like that!\"

\"No, like what? I\'ll tell everyone that you are claustrophobic.\" Hermione did not have time to answer as the bell rang and the door began to open. Out of the sudden she found herself in Snape’s strong embrace. Outside there was a group of people waiting for them. Seeing Hermione in his arms looking rather flashed, they looked at them anxiously.

\"Miss Rhys is claustrophobic. It took you a long time to get us out.\" Said Snape in a rather arrogant way.

\"I\'m sorry, Sir.\" Said the manager. \"Should I a call the paramedics?\"

\"There is no need for that. I\'ll take Miss Rhys to her room. She will be much better in a few moments\" replied Snape and carried her down the corridor.

\"Which is your room?\" asked he.

\"629.\"

He put her down in front of the door and asked for the key. She obliged him with it. As they found themselves in the room, he leaned upon her and as she kept hesitating, he removed her dress, making her thaw completely. He laid her on the bed and gliding one hand over the surface of her smooth, tanned skin, made his way up and down her body. His touches lighted a new fire in her. Her eyes expressed at once a denial and extreme desire. They redoubled the impetuous rage with which he covered her with kisses and embraces. Their hands locked in each other, repeated the most passionate squeezes. She knew nothing of the outside world. She didn’t care for it. She wanted nothing but him. She wanted to feel him unzip her skin and become part of her. If he could give her such pleasure, could she help him achieve the same?
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Two months earlier

“Hermione, Severus, I’m glad you could join me.” Said Albus Dumbledore as his Potions Master and his brightest ever student appeared in the doorway. “Please, take seats. There is something that you should be aware of as it concerns you both.” Hermione looked at Snape and moved to take the seat in front of Dumbledore. Snape followed her.

“I have been informed by the Ministry that the Muggle government reported a number of unexplainable cases of violence in different parts of Britain. The Ministry thinks Voldemort is behind it. However, due to the situation in our world, the Ministry cannot spare any qualified Aurors, so I was asked to find someone who can cope with the situation the Muggles are facing. Here is where you come in. You will work undercover trying to find out who is behind the attacks.”

“What exactly do you mean undercover?” asked Snape.

“I mean that you will live in the Muggle-world...”

“As Muggles?’ asked Snape.

“Yes, Severus. Ms Granger has been brought up in the Mugglrld rld and she knows a lot about it...”

“Can’t she go with Potter? He was brought up by Muggles as well.” Voiced his thoughts Snape.

“Mr Potter does not fit into the scenario...”

“What scenario?” asked Hermione and Severus simultaneously.

Dumbledore smiled: “All attacks have been aimed at rich and powerful Muggles. You Severus are going to be one.”

“What?” cried Snape.

“Calm down.” Replied Dumbledore and pulled out a copy of The Times and handed it to Snape. “Can you please read it out loud?”

Severus looked up at Dumbledore, shook his head and began reading: “Last night, the London business circles have been shocked to discover that one of the largest and most respected law offices on the market, Matheson & Darrensfield, with twenty branches all over the world has been single-handedly took over by an unknown lawyer. The gossip is that some M&D partners allied with the bidder. It is the first such take over of the law firm in England.” Snape paused and looked at Dumbledore: “What does this have to do with me?”

“You are the bidder.” Resed Ded Dumbledore.

“What?” cried both Hermione and Snape.

“You see Severus, you’ve just turned into a lawyer in the Muggle world, a very rich one and a very powerful one, if I may add.”

“But I know nothing about law.” Said Snape in complete amazement.

“That is of no consequence. All you need to do is to be the managing partner, meet with other important people and spend a lot of money.”

“What money and on what?” asked Snape.

“The Muggle government arranged everything neatly. They supply the money. And you may spend it on what you like, but make it public. Spend it on a woman, for instance. You will be referred to as the gentlemen with a taste for beautiful women and expensive wines.”

“How can I work undercover if my face will be a public property? Any Death-Eater will recognise me.” Said Snape staring at Dumbledore in disbelief.

“You will go a slight make-over. You don’t look like a lawyer now.”

“A make-over! Albus, are you....”

“Severualm alm down. You will like it. Aren’t you curious how Ms Granger will fit into this?”

“Just don’t tell me, she is going to be my girlfriend!” mocked Snape.

“Very bright of you, she will be indeed.” Replied Dumbledore and there was an audible gasp that escaped both Hermione and Snape.

“This is mad! I will certainly not be his girlfriend!” cried Hermione.

“Stay calm, Hermione. We are planning to make you the theme of the tabloids. Hermione, you will be the most wanted woman in England. The plan is that you Severus will fall in love with Ms Granger from the first sight...” replied Dumbledore.

“And to what all of this tends?” interrupted him Hermione.

“We hope that on your wedding day, Voldemort will attack.” Replied Dumbledore and silence fell. “Severus meet your future wife, Miss Samantha Rhys. Ms Granger, this is Mr George Herrensford QC.” Said Dumbledore pointing at his Potions Master.