Fate\'s Pawns

Disclaimer stuff: I\'ve noticed a lot of people put up disclaimers at the beginning of their fanfics informing people that the characters are not their own and so on, but I know absolutely nothing about the laws concerning this and I assume it\'s kinda a given. However, it can\'t hurt anything to put one in myself. So here it is: JK ROWLING RULES and she owns all the rights to everything in this fanfic and I don\'t even care if she uses it... because she\'s the awesomest damn writer in the whole friggin world. That is all.

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It was not a warm morning in Severus\' quarters. It was the beginning of fall and not quite cold enough for the house elves to have lit the fireplaces yet. Severus was not complaining; he could have lit his fireplace if he wanted to. Instead he sat with his bare feet against the cold gritty stone. The cold was seeping through his skin, leaving him with a tingling sensation that would have been pleasant if not for the numbing of his bones that it caused as well. His elbows rested on his knees, the temples of his head clutched within his hands, his eyes looking at his big toes.

At Severus\' side was a stack of papers, neatly piled except for one. The top paper was slightly wrinkled where his hand had grasped it just moments before. It had an uneven red line drawn where his quill had been. He glanced over at the dreaded stack of papers and groaned. It sat there taunting him, reminding him of his responsibilities.

No, Severus could no longer be the Deatheater he once was. He could no longer wander the streets of muggle London, surrounded by others similarly masked and robed, driving fear into every living thing he passed. The world had been at his grasp, his every desire and dream was fulfilled and all due to his unquestioned loyalty to one man. Loyalty indeed! He smirked at the thought of it. What had he done with his life after Tom\'s demise? Given up? Indeed he had.

He hated these thoughts -- he hated these memories. He understood that what he had been was \"evil\", but he wanted it. His life craved order, even the wrong kind. After all, what order had his life had to it? A father who beat his wife? A puberty spent in humiliation at the hands of James Potter?

Severus began to trace little designs into his hand using the ink left on his quill. Tiny circles, spirals, and lines forming points. He suddenly realized what he was doing and wiped the still wet red ink onto his robes. It was enchanted raven-blood ink. He had taken to grading his papers with it to both intimidate the students and distinguish his marks from any those that any student might try to make to cheat.

Damnit. The blood soaked into his robes, but remained slimy and shiny on the surface, barely noticeable, but disgusting just the same.

Now he would have to change his robes.

But he just sat there, staring at his toes again. He thought about the world Tom had promised to build. It was a world in which he would have command. No longer would he be the one on the receiving end of the stick, he would wield it. He would help to create a new world order in which only those worthy of blood and loyalty would be allowed to rule. He used to relish the thought of the control, the power.

But then there was that foolish old man. Dumbledore. Severus knew he was being manipulated from the beginning. When he received the invitation to work as the school’s potions master, Dumbledore had been quick to stress how qualified Severus was. The old fool knew Severus better than he thought. It was not the power Voldemort could offer that Severus really wanted, it was the power born of respect. And the old man had shown Severus plenty of respect. It hadn’t taken him long to break through Severus’ walls and get the truth from him. And yet, he forgave him for his down-falling.

Severus remembered that day; it was as if those words had become a part of him. “Do not forget that you are here because I believe in you Severus. I know about your past, but I also believe that every person deserves at least a chance.” He mouthed the last part ‘every person deserves at lease a chance.’

As if on cue, the old man’s head appeared in the fireplace directly in front of Severus. “Ah, Severus my boy. Please come up to my office will you? It appears we need to have a little… chat.” orgeorgetting about the raven-blood that remained on his hand and now cloaks, Severus stood and slipped on some shoes before heading towards the headmaster’s office. He wore the scowl he had developed to clear the hallway of students as he walked, robes billowing out behind him. He rounded a corner and failed to notice a seventh year, nose buried in book, who had not moved out of his way because she was too busy reading... and the next thing he knew he felt a body hit his own and heard a thump and shuffle as Hermione Granger fell backwards on the floor, her books and papers following her. He quickly turned his head downward, a bewildered look on his face. She lay on the floor, hands holding her forehead and eyes, a brush of blood on her cheek.

Severus didn’t wait to find out what was wrong; he didn’t think to use his wand to move her. He simply scowled as he lifted her into his arms and began walking in an exceptional speed to the hospital wing.

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Hermione’s head had been killing her. She had been reading a book on muggle-chemistry since the night before and she hadn’t gone to sleep. In fact for once she had absolutely no desire to go to classes. She was completely and utterly fascinated. Every page she turned brought her new insights, as she quickly compared and contrasted what the muggles knew of chemistry to what she had learned of potions. She had even begun to take notes on how she could work magic into the chemical equations she had been reading about. The applications of her system were immense and she took great joy in her work. And yet, this headache persisted.

She had been reading about the movement of electrons when she suddenly felt the breath leave her body and then hit the ground, the feather she had been holding scratching her eyes as she did so. She promptly dropped everything and pushed her hands over her stinging eyes when she felt something cold and sticky on her cheek. She knew it wasn’t d ord or it would have been warm, but the stinging sensation in her eyes kept her hands locked in place as she struggled for her breath.

She suddenly felt strong hands lifting her up and felt wind in her hair. She realized she was being carried somewhere at a brisk pace, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of her eyes and see who it was. Somewhere between her pounding headache, the pain shooting through her eyes, and the feeling of being held by very muscular arms to an even more well defined chest was making it more difficult for her to gain composure and she found herself letting out a whimper.

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Severus was surprised and worried when he heard her whimper. He looked down at her, not realizing that her robes had been neglected to be buttoned this morning and the skirt she wore was ever so precariously pushed upward by his grasp. He had to stop himself from staring at her legs which were almost fully exposed in his arms. Luckily, her robes were shielding the view from the ever-present student population which was now gawking at the sight of their potions master carrying a young woman down the hallway. He scowled at them and they retreated their gaze. The bell rang and they disappeared from the halls, filtering into doorways. He gently lifted her head to his and whispered “Are you okay Hermione?.”

As he did so he noticed that the blood on her cheek smelled like raven-blood ink and he wondered if she was bleeding at all. ‘My robes’ he thought to himself then.

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Suddenly, from within the darkness and the pounding, she heard a voice. It was smooth, silky, and completely in control. She couldn’t hear what it said, except for her name. And she again noticed the feeling of being held by someone very strong. This didn’t feel like a dream… and yet, here she was in the arms of …? She removed her hands, opened her eyes, and gasped for air all at the same time. The pain was gone and she found herself in the arms of one Professor Snape. She jumped when she realized this and almost fell out of his grasp, somehow falling so that one leg and one arm reached the ground and her face hung around his side and into his robes, staring directly at his ass, or what she could see of it through his tight black pants. Her heart fluttered again and she could feel the wetness between her legs… but, where were her underwear? She had forgotten to wear underwear in her haste! Suddenly she felt…

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He quickly adjusted his grasp as she fell so as to keep her from hitting the ground, but one arm ended up clutching her side just below her breast and the other hand was…

He felt something wet and gooey on his hand and was puzzled until he realized his hand was now underneath her skirt. He wondered to himself then why she wasn’t wearing underwear? But the more dominant thought in his brain at that moment was ‘WHAT AM I TOUCHING?’

He let go of her entirely at that point, moving to wipe his hand on his pants, but found that it collided with her face. She was now sitting on her behind looking as if it was in excruciating pain and her eyes were squinted. She had failed to notice the proximity of her face to his crotch.

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Hermione’s ass was killing her. Her headache was completely gone and was replaced by an incredible desire to… to what? ‘No. No. No. No. No.’ she thought. ‘I am not turned on by Snape.’ And yet her body said otherwise despite the pain she felt where her butt had hit the ground. Her robes were now wrapped completely inappropriately around her legs and waist and her skirt was open to the floor, leaving her bare behind and pussy exposed to the slight coldness of the stone floor... and the brush of stone against the lids of her vagina, along with the sensation of just having been touched there. She suddenly found herself cursing herself for not dressing properly this morning. She should have buttoned her robe. She should have worn panties.

Her face began to turn red with embarrassment. She refused to open her eyes… her mouth was open with surprise and horror at what she had done in her clumsiness. Suddenly she felt a hand on her face and a flinger hit her tounge. She tasted her juices on it and closed her mouth in surprise.

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Severus Snape’s voice echoed a cry of pain through the hallways as he felt teeth bite his finger where it collided with Hermione’s mouth. The sudden hardness in his crotch instantly disappeared and his voice boiled with anger. “Miss Granger!”

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Hermione looked up at her professor, opening her mouth to apologize, but as she began to get up, her legs got caught in her robe and she suddenly found her mouth on Professor Snape’s crotch and her hands grasping his legs in order to steady herself. She felt the remnants of an erection against her lips as she did so and stuttered in disbelief and shock as she pushed herself backwards onto the stone floor again. This time a sudden gust of wind pushed her skirt into the air as she stared open eyed at her potions professor. Stumbling backwards, she heard her shirt rip.

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Severus’ mind reeled at what was happening to him. He found his erection hardening again as his eyes felt compelled to stare at her now exposed flesh. She was down against the floor, her legs and pussy completely exposed to him, in a position that begged for him to mount her. The rip in her shirt had exposed a very hard nipple and he suddenly noticed the liquid on the stone from where she was before. He raised his hand to his face in embarrassment, but the sudden smell of female arousal completed fate’s trick on him. He found himself face to face with something out of an erotica magazine and the thrill of it had suddenly cleared his mind of all reason.

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Dumbledore suddenly heard a very angry potions master yelling ‘Hermione Granger’ from the hallway. He set down his morning tea and headed for the stairwell wondering what was going on. He arrived in the sitation just in time to hear Hermione’s shirt rip as she fell backwards and the wind lifted her skirt. From this angle, he could not see what was underneath, but judging from the look on Severus’ face, he decided to remain where he was. He cleared his throat and two very startled individuals suddenly lost their eye contact and looked his way.

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Hermione quickly pulled her skirt down and untangled her robes from her legs, straightening herself as she rose to her feet. She was suly vly very pale as she faced her headmaster.

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Dumbledore laughed to himself, a twinkle in his eye as he realized their embarrassment. “Now now, I don’t want to know how it happened. I just want to hear that it was an accident.” Two heads nodded very slowly as they looked at him. He lifted his wand from his robes. “Good then.” He cast a spell to repair Hermione’s shirt. Then he erased their memories of the event. Severus was hard enough to deal with on a normal day, he mused to himself. It’s best to save them the embarrassment of what just happened.

Before their confusion could sink in, he took control of the situation. “Miss Granger, thank you for all your help. Would you please head to class now? Severus, we have much to talk about my boy.”

Dumbledore turned back up the stairs into his office, Severus in tow.

A very confused Hermione wondered what she had done with her books and notes as she headed back towards her class.

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