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What must be done
A/N: Betad repost thank you very much Ozarkmoon
Part 1
I straighten my corset and smile at some Death Eater who has been grinning at me for the last half hour. He finally starts to walk in my direction and I make my way to the nearest bedchamber when I get intercepted. I turn to sneer at whoever has grabbed me, they should know better by now, and almost freeze. What the hell is Malfoy doing at a low level Death Eater meeting? Before I can protest he drags me to a bedroom in the upper levels of the castle. Malfoy starts talking as we walk.
"It's a friend's birthday today. You are his gift so you better be worth his time!"
Harry will hate what I'm about to do. But then he can't protest too much, lately we all have to do things we hate. Still how the times have changed... Once Harry was the one with the 'adventures' and me the bookworm now the roles have been reversed. Even without the scar"¦With the limp Harry has become useless in the field.
I am pushed into the room and left alone with the door locked behind me. I wonder who Malfoy doesn't trust: me not to leave, or his colleagues not to take advantage? A few minutes later I hear the lock again and get out of the line of sight. A figure in black is pushed in to the room with the words "˜have fun' floating in behind it. I can't see him very well in the half light but a suspicion makes me take a step back further in to the darkness. The figure straightens becoming more imposing. He turns and looks straight at me despite the darkness.
"So"¦you are my present I presume?"
"Yeah, like it?"
"Adequate."
He has never been one for giving compliments. Severus Snape still looks like he did the first time I saw him. Well, he looks like he's taking care of him-self [himself] better. Anyone else might have killed the traitor on sight; I need the information he might have. I throw off the robe and approach him looking as seductive as I can manage to be. Snape studies me as I walk not moving an inch. I know I look good in the leather corset, short skirt and fuck me boots. He pulls me in to his arms when I come within reach. His hands are surprisingly hot on my body as they explore the plains and curves. He doesn't kiss me but our faces are inches apart. His hands slip underneath my skirt and palm my ass. I wonder if this will even more unpleasant then it already is.
"Get on the bed."
He used the same voice in class while giving instructions about the preparation of potions.
"How do you want me?"
He doesn't answer occupying himself with disrobing so I just make my-self [myself] comfortable leaning against the pillows. When he is naked I study his body, muscled, unnaturally pale and marred by scars and hairy he is also well endowed. The Dark Mark draws my eyes like a beacon. He doesn't speak, simply sits on the bed and pulls me in to his arms. With me astride in his lap he pulls my breasts out of the corset caressing them. His fingers tease my nipples in to hardness and I respond sensation is sensation after all and pleasure is a luxury there days. His mouth is even hotter than his hands moist and very talented. His cock throbs against my ass. I wiggle in his lap teasing the sensitive flesh against the lace of my panties. A soft growl against my breasts is the only sign that he feels it. His hands slide down to my ass again this time feeling for the scant material and while distracting me with a bite to a nipple rips it off. I gasp looking him in the face, looking him in the eyes for the first time this evening, and see amusement in his black eyes. Feeling challenged I press my fingers in to his flesh leaving red stripes on his already scarred hide. He makes a sound that might be a laugh and lifts me effortlessly on to his cock. I moan as he stretches me, it has been a long time since I've had sex. I have perfected the use of Obliviate without a wand so that I wouldn't have to make that particular sacrifice for the cause. But this time I can't use that handy little spell since I am sure that he would sense it before it would have a chance to set in. My walls grip him and pull him in further. Snape him-self falls back on to the bed looking up at me with a smirk.
"Ride."
I obey but decide to tease him while doing it. As I move up and down his shaft I squeeze my muscles, massaging him. Snape growls again and his hands come to rest on my hips not controlling or even caressing but simply resting there. He closes his eyes and I feel his body relaxing under me. I refuse to be ignored as strange as it sounds. Especially because it is Snape I want him to see me, to pay attention. I lean down my breasts right in front of his face and rake my nails own his chest. His eyes fly open he gasps but doesn't seem displeased. I can feel him becoming even harder in me. His hands tighten on my hips not yet bruising but close. He forces me to stop and we look each other in the eyes.
"Temperamental wench!"
Those words are the only warning I get before I am on my back with him savagely thrusting in. I should be scared, his expression is intense and his grip on me is like steel. I can sense him getting closer to release. To my surprise his hand slips between us flicking against my clitoris and that little extra stimulation is enough to make me come. My eyes fly open and I see smugness in Snape's face. How strange, he feels pride because he has made a whore come. He buries his face in my breasts and with one last thrust comes with a growl collapsing on to me. I notice that my nails have sunk deep in to his skin so deep that the furrows in his back are actually bleeding. Snape doesn't seem to notice panting against me his hand rubbing my hip. After a few moments he moves away getting off the bed and heading for a cabinet on the other side of the room. It turns out to be a liquor cabinet he rummaging through.
"Do you want something to drink?"
He leans against the cabinet looking back at me as he sips his own drink. I sit up in bed and unzip my skirt getting rid off it. As I untangle my-self [myself] from the tight bit of leather under his appreciative gaze before answering.
"Water if you have it."
He throws a bottle of mineral water at me and I drink eagerly. Unwanted questions rise up in my mind as I wait for him to come back to the bed. Why did he join the Dead Eaters in the end? Why didn't he stay and protect Hogwarts in the final battle? I push them away as I always do when I start having doubts. When I am back home I will have time to think about them and rationalize, Now I must do all I can to get some information, or at least find out what position he occupies in the schema of things.
"So you must be really important to warrant such an expensive gift."
Going for the ego works with most men but somehow I doubt it will work with Snape.
"Are you that expensive?"
Wringing a straight answer from the man is harder then wringing blood from a stone.
"Yes, you didn't answer my question are you important?"
"I don't see why that would interest you."
Suspicious bastard, I've always thought he was too paranoid for his own good but now I wonder if he isn't right?
"Idle curiosity"¦"
"These days curiosity can get a wench like you killed."
He looks away caressing one of the bottles rather suggestively.
"I can take care of myself."
"I doubt it my dear."
The endearment sounds strange from his mouth. But it still sends shivers down my spine. Snape might be a paranoid bastard and a traitor but he is also a very powerful man. That power has fascinated me even when he has my professor as much as I hated him I also admired the man. Now I am in the man's bed even if he thinks that I am a whore. In my sixth year I would have given my wand to be in this position, now it is simply something that has to be done.
"I recognized your friend you know."
Still playing the curious whore I try again. Only for him to shoot this attempt down as well.
"Did you now?"
"Isn't he the right hand of the Dark Lord?"
The question makes Snape frown and put away his drink. Without answering he comes back to the bed taking the water away and positioning me on my hands and knees. His cock slides in my still wet passage from behind giving an entirely different sensation. He drapes him-self over my back nuzzling the back of my neck and stimulating my breasts. I pant thrusting back against him clawing at the sheets and cursing myself silently for letting go. He bites at my neck and this time I scream my release. His hands on me tighten and I know I am going to have bruises on me tomorrow. After coming he doesn't relent instead Snape manhandles me on to [onto] my back and licks me to orgasm. I curse my-self [myself] again for wanting the attention and pleasure and then curse Snape for having such a skilled tongue. Afterwards when I resemble a rag doll sprawled across the bed he cuts the corset off of me and removes my boots and stockings. When I am naked he lies down on the bed beside me again and falls asleep. If there is a drink cabinet in the room there might be a writing desk and maybe a paperknife. I could kill him here and now, no one would be the wiser for a while yet and the world would be a better place. I could, I should but I will not because I want answers to some questions the first and most important being: why? In his sleep Snape doesn't look that imposing. He actually looks his age with his face relaxed and like the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. While contemplating the enigma that is Snape I fall asleep.
When I wake up I can't believe I've actually slept. Snape is still out of it curled up in a tight ball as if expecting to be attacked even in his sleep. I get the urge to reach out and comfort him but know better then actually doing it. Who knows what reflexes the man has after years of spying and being a Dead Eater. Mad at my-self [myself] for losing sight of the objective of me being in this dump I get out of the bed. While I gather my stuff off the floor I hear the bed move. The man must have a sixth sense or something. He stretches ignoring everything around him for the moment. Then he focuses on me his eyes raking my body and I feel myself responding to him. He looks smug when he notices which isn't really that hard since I'm still naked. Snape offers me a hand nodding at the door of what presumably is the shower. I tell myself that I am supposed to be a whore and so I can't refuse. A little voice in my head tells me not to lie to myself. Having sex in the shower is awkward but none the less gratifying if not really conductive to getting clean only the worst of the mess is washed away. It feels good to be desired by a man even if it's only because you are there at the right time in the right place. We get out and dress all without speaking to one another. Only when we are both dressed again, me with the help of magic, does he open his mouth again.
"How did Lucius find you?"
The question almost makes me flinch.
"I was already here I work through an agency that does parties."
"Would you be amiable to working for only one customer in the future?"
The next one confuses me completely.
"One night and what? You decide that I'm your great love?"
"Hardly, but I do find you tolerable unlike most of Lucius's little gifts."
I really don't want to know what kind of gifts Dead Eaters give each other. Especially Dead Eaters like Lucius Malfoy. My confusion is actually a benefit it comes off as a natural reaction waylaying suspicion.
"Thanks I guess."
Snape shrugs and looks at me waiting for my decision. Like I would say no. Snape has always had access to the Inner Circle and even directly to Voldermort [Voldemort]. I would hate my-self [myself] if I didn't take the opportunity. Even Harry won't be able to blame me for getting tangled in to this mess.
"I get the same amount as for the parties. I have a brother who is ill and no one does charity lately."
I don't want to seem too eager and the explanation should help. The world has gotten less charitable and trusting under Voldemort\'s rule and doctors don't come cheap.
"Of course."
It almost seems like Snape relaxes once I have agreed to work for him. The man rummages through the pockets of his coat and robe looking for something and finally comes up with an old looking ring. The ring is offered to me.
"The ring has a summoning spell, when I want your company it will grow warm so I expect you to keep it on you at all times. When you Apparate after being summoned the ring will automatically take you to me."
I almost laugh, the ring works on the same principle as the Dark Mark. The only difference between the two is that I can take the item off and Snape can't. It is almost ironic. I take the ring slipping it on my finger where it adjusts to me.
"Thank you."
How good have I become in acting? I can show gratitude to the man who betrayed all of us.
"I doubt you will thank me in the long run my dear. I am frequently demanding and very often insufferable."
Like I didn't know that before.
"I've dealt with worse."
Snape gives me a small amused smile and gestures towards the door. I am the first to go through it when I turn around to say my goodbye he isn't there any more. Curiosity eats at me for the first time in a while but I have no time for it now. Keeping to the shadows and being as silent as I can manage I sneak out of the club house. Outside spring is in the air, I can smell dew on the lawn and hear birds in the threes as they wake up. Dawn has passed but the darkness still lingers in places. I walk block after block checking every once in a while that I am not being followed. When I am finally sure that I am alone I finally Apparate myself home. There is no one in the living room or ether bedroom. I find Harry in the kitchen puttering around and making breakfast. The kitchen is small or more accurately cramped but that suits him just fine. Harry doesn't turn to greet me when I walk in and sit down at the tiny table we have managed to shove in there but a cup of coffee drifts toward me.
"How was it?"
His words as always tense much like his posture.
"I ran in to some problems."
"What kind?"
For once I'm grateful that I have to report to his back. Looking him in the eyes would be too hard at the moment.
"Malfoy was there, he grabbed me before I could find anything out."
"And?"
"He didn't want me for him-self."
I look in to my cup stalling.
"What happened?"
"He gave me to Snape."
I see his back stiffens even more at the mention of the Potions Master. But then I expect nothing less. During sixth year Harry found some family documents. I still don't know what was in them but suddenly his attitude towards Snape changed. During that year he had become close to Snape, they weren't lovers I think they never got around to it. But Harry had grown attached and when Snape changed sides something in Harry broke. It wasn't obvious but I saw it I suspect that I was the only one who did.
"And?"
I see Harry's hand trembling on the counter.
"Snape kept me busy all night."
"You fucked him."
The words hurt. He knows damn well that I did and why so I can't resist lashing out.
"I didn't have a choice or would you have preferred my trying to Obliviate him and getting caught?"
"Fine so it was a bust."
The hurt boy and the leader in him are fighting for the upper hand. And I unfortunately have to take the brunt of the fight something I'm not up for at the moment. I want to finish this report and rest.
"He wants me to work for him exclusively. He's still Inner Circle."
"So you're going to see him again?"
I want to say "no", to promise that I'll kill the bastard next time he calls but I can't. Not even for Harry.
"Do I have a choice? I could muck around with low level Death Eaters for the next ten years and not find out shit. This is a ticket to the top."
"Whoring yourself."
Apparently the little boy won and I am really not in the mood for this conversation to continue.
"What the hell do you think I am doing now?"
"You don't sleep with them now."
I know Harry is upset and he has every right to be. But irrational anger will get us nowhere. There are so few of Dumbledore's army left that we hardly manage to survive. Getting inside information wasn't even a possibility for a very long time. Now that the opportunity is actually here we can't afford not taking advantage of it without signing our own death sentence.
"Harry grow up."
He finally turns around limping up to the table with a plate, after he gets the other one he sits down and hooks his cane on the table edge.
"I know. I'm sorry I know that you do what you have to do."
I can see he wants to be the one in my place, the one taking the risks. But even if no one would recognize the scar they would notice the limp. When we escaped from Hogwarts he got injured, we couldn't go to St. Mungo's or anywhere else really. I had to heal Harry myself with only theory and some basic training. The limp will never go away. The little appetite which the conversation leaves me. Instead it is replaced by guilt for causing Harry so much pain. Pushing the plate away I stand up.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Sure, I'll call Remus and inform him of our"¦progress."
I nod and get the hell out of the kitchen. I should shower but I didn't get a lot of sleep and all I want to do is fall in to the comfortable oblivion of it. My room is clean and orderly clashing completely with the outfit I am wearing. I look in the mirror and wonder at my life and the duplicity of it. Only here in my room can I be the person I once was. Here in my room I am Hermione Granger just like outside it I am Harm Dursley. Remus forged the background papers as soon as Harry could move around. We got married the week after to confuse the paper trail further. Not even Voldemort knew the last name of Harry's muggle relatives: it was the safest option for us. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter would be hunted down the moment they showed their faces in the wizarding world, Harm and James Dursley can freely move around. My wand in on the dresser, the "personnel" aren't allowed to carry wands at Death Eater's parties. I pick it up and charm my outfit off throwing it in a corner. I don't want to look at it for the moment. Brushing out my hair I go over everything that happened last night. I wonder at Snape's actions he didn't act like most Dead Eaters do when they get someone in their clutches. Analysing either my own or Snape's behaviour isn't getting me further. I finish brushing and get into bed. Sleep finds me easily again.
When I wake up at dusk Harry is next to me on the bed. I only realize why when I get in to the shower: Snape's scent lingers on my skin. The water is too hot and scalds my skin. And I want it that way cleansing me and washing away the personality that I wear like a cheap suit. For the moment I won't have to wear it since I plan on staying home for a few days. Back in my room I pick up a book and settle down on the couch to wait for Harry to wake up.
Part 1
I straighten my corset and smile at some Death Eater who has been grinning at me for the last half hour. He finally starts to walk in my direction and I make my way to the nearest bedchamber when I get intercepted. I turn to sneer at whoever has grabbed me, they should know better by now, and almost freeze. What the hell is Malfoy doing at a low level Death Eater meeting? Before I can protest he drags me to a bedroom in the upper levels of the castle. Malfoy starts talking as we walk.
"It's a friend's birthday today. You are his gift so you better be worth his time!"
Harry will hate what I'm about to do. But then he can't protest too much, lately we all have to do things we hate. Still how the times have changed... Once Harry was the one with the 'adventures' and me the bookworm now the roles have been reversed. Even without the scar"¦With the limp Harry has become useless in the field.
I am pushed into the room and left alone with the door locked behind me. I wonder who Malfoy doesn't trust: me not to leave, or his colleagues not to take advantage? A few minutes later I hear the lock again and get out of the line of sight. A figure in black is pushed in to the room with the words "˜have fun' floating in behind it. I can't see him very well in the half light but a suspicion makes me take a step back further in to the darkness. The figure straightens becoming more imposing. He turns and looks straight at me despite the darkness.
"So"¦you are my present I presume?"
"Yeah, like it?"
"Adequate."
He has never been one for giving compliments. Severus Snape still looks like he did the first time I saw him. Well, he looks like he's taking care of him-self [himself] better. Anyone else might have killed the traitor on sight; I need the information he might have. I throw off the robe and approach him looking as seductive as I can manage to be. Snape studies me as I walk not moving an inch. I know I look good in the leather corset, short skirt and fuck me boots. He pulls me in to his arms when I come within reach. His hands are surprisingly hot on my body as they explore the plains and curves. He doesn't kiss me but our faces are inches apart. His hands slip underneath my skirt and palm my ass. I wonder if this will even more unpleasant then it already is.
"Get on the bed."
He used the same voice in class while giving instructions about the preparation of potions.
"How do you want me?"
He doesn't answer occupying himself with disrobing so I just make my-self [myself] comfortable leaning against the pillows. When he is naked I study his body, muscled, unnaturally pale and marred by scars and hairy he is also well endowed. The Dark Mark draws my eyes like a beacon. He doesn't speak, simply sits on the bed and pulls me in to his arms. With me astride in his lap he pulls my breasts out of the corset caressing them. His fingers tease my nipples in to hardness and I respond sensation is sensation after all and pleasure is a luxury there days. His mouth is even hotter than his hands moist and very talented. His cock throbs against my ass. I wiggle in his lap teasing the sensitive flesh against the lace of my panties. A soft growl against my breasts is the only sign that he feels it. His hands slide down to my ass again this time feeling for the scant material and while distracting me with a bite to a nipple rips it off. I gasp looking him in the face, looking him in the eyes for the first time this evening, and see amusement in his black eyes. Feeling challenged I press my fingers in to his flesh leaving red stripes on his already scarred hide. He makes a sound that might be a laugh and lifts me effortlessly on to his cock. I moan as he stretches me, it has been a long time since I've had sex. I have perfected the use of Obliviate without a wand so that I wouldn't have to make that particular sacrifice for the cause. But this time I can't use that handy little spell since I am sure that he would sense it before it would have a chance to set in. My walls grip him and pull him in further. Snape him-self falls back on to the bed looking up at me with a smirk.
"Ride."
I obey but decide to tease him while doing it. As I move up and down his shaft I squeeze my muscles, massaging him. Snape growls again and his hands come to rest on my hips not controlling or even caressing but simply resting there. He closes his eyes and I feel his body relaxing under me. I refuse to be ignored as strange as it sounds. Especially because it is Snape I want him to see me, to pay attention. I lean down my breasts right in front of his face and rake my nails own his chest. His eyes fly open he gasps but doesn't seem displeased. I can feel him becoming even harder in me. His hands tighten on my hips not yet bruising but close. He forces me to stop and we look each other in the eyes.
"Temperamental wench!"
Those words are the only warning I get before I am on my back with him savagely thrusting in. I should be scared, his expression is intense and his grip on me is like steel. I can sense him getting closer to release. To my surprise his hand slips between us flicking against my clitoris and that little extra stimulation is enough to make me come. My eyes fly open and I see smugness in Snape's face. How strange, he feels pride because he has made a whore come. He buries his face in my breasts and with one last thrust comes with a growl collapsing on to me. I notice that my nails have sunk deep in to his skin so deep that the furrows in his back are actually bleeding. Snape doesn't seem to notice panting against me his hand rubbing my hip. After a few moments he moves away getting off the bed and heading for a cabinet on the other side of the room. It turns out to be a liquor cabinet he rummaging through.
"Do you want something to drink?"
He leans against the cabinet looking back at me as he sips his own drink. I sit up in bed and unzip my skirt getting rid off it. As I untangle my-self [myself] from the tight bit of leather under his appreciative gaze before answering.
"Water if you have it."
He throws a bottle of mineral water at me and I drink eagerly. Unwanted questions rise up in my mind as I wait for him to come back to the bed. Why did he join the Dead Eaters in the end? Why didn't he stay and protect Hogwarts in the final battle? I push them away as I always do when I start having doubts. When I am back home I will have time to think about them and rationalize, Now I must do all I can to get some information, or at least find out what position he occupies in the schema of things.
"So you must be really important to warrant such an expensive gift."
Going for the ego works with most men but somehow I doubt it will work with Snape.
"Are you that expensive?"
Wringing a straight answer from the man is harder then wringing blood from a stone.
"Yes, you didn't answer my question are you important?"
"I don't see why that would interest you."
Suspicious bastard, I've always thought he was too paranoid for his own good but now I wonder if he isn't right?
"Idle curiosity"¦"
"These days curiosity can get a wench like you killed."
He looks away caressing one of the bottles rather suggestively.
"I can take care of myself."
"I doubt it my dear."
The endearment sounds strange from his mouth. But it still sends shivers down my spine. Snape might be a paranoid bastard and a traitor but he is also a very powerful man. That power has fascinated me even when he has my professor as much as I hated him I also admired the man. Now I am in the man's bed even if he thinks that I am a whore. In my sixth year I would have given my wand to be in this position, now it is simply something that has to be done.
"I recognized your friend you know."
Still playing the curious whore I try again. Only for him to shoot this attempt down as well.
"Did you now?"
"Isn't he the right hand of the Dark Lord?"
The question makes Snape frown and put away his drink. Without answering he comes back to the bed taking the water away and positioning me on my hands and knees. His cock slides in my still wet passage from behind giving an entirely different sensation. He drapes him-self over my back nuzzling the back of my neck and stimulating my breasts. I pant thrusting back against him clawing at the sheets and cursing myself silently for letting go. He bites at my neck and this time I scream my release. His hands on me tighten and I know I am going to have bruises on me tomorrow. After coming he doesn't relent instead Snape manhandles me on to [onto] my back and licks me to orgasm. I curse my-self [myself] again for wanting the attention and pleasure and then curse Snape for having such a skilled tongue. Afterwards when I resemble a rag doll sprawled across the bed he cuts the corset off of me and removes my boots and stockings. When I am naked he lies down on the bed beside me again and falls asleep. If there is a drink cabinet in the room there might be a writing desk and maybe a paperknife. I could kill him here and now, no one would be the wiser for a while yet and the world would be a better place. I could, I should but I will not because I want answers to some questions the first and most important being: why? In his sleep Snape doesn't look that imposing. He actually looks his age with his face relaxed and like the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. While contemplating the enigma that is Snape I fall asleep.
When I wake up I can't believe I've actually slept. Snape is still out of it curled up in a tight ball as if expecting to be attacked even in his sleep. I get the urge to reach out and comfort him but know better then actually doing it. Who knows what reflexes the man has after years of spying and being a Dead Eater. Mad at my-self [myself] for losing sight of the objective of me being in this dump I get out of the bed. While I gather my stuff off the floor I hear the bed move. The man must have a sixth sense or something. He stretches ignoring everything around him for the moment. Then he focuses on me his eyes raking my body and I feel myself responding to him. He looks smug when he notices which isn't really that hard since I'm still naked. Snape offers me a hand nodding at the door of what presumably is the shower. I tell myself that I am supposed to be a whore and so I can't refuse. A little voice in my head tells me not to lie to myself. Having sex in the shower is awkward but none the less gratifying if not really conductive to getting clean only the worst of the mess is washed away. It feels good to be desired by a man even if it's only because you are there at the right time in the right place. We get out and dress all without speaking to one another. Only when we are both dressed again, me with the help of magic, does he open his mouth again.
"How did Lucius find you?"
The question almost makes me flinch.
"I was already here I work through an agency that does parties."
"Would you be amiable to working for only one customer in the future?"
The next one confuses me completely.
"One night and what? You decide that I'm your great love?"
"Hardly, but I do find you tolerable unlike most of Lucius's little gifts."
I really don't want to know what kind of gifts Dead Eaters give each other. Especially Dead Eaters like Lucius Malfoy. My confusion is actually a benefit it comes off as a natural reaction waylaying suspicion.
"Thanks I guess."
Snape shrugs and looks at me waiting for my decision. Like I would say no. Snape has always had access to the Inner Circle and even directly to Voldermort [Voldemort]. I would hate my-self [myself] if I didn't take the opportunity. Even Harry won't be able to blame me for getting tangled in to this mess.
"I get the same amount as for the parties. I have a brother who is ill and no one does charity lately."
I don't want to seem too eager and the explanation should help. The world has gotten less charitable and trusting under Voldemort\'s rule and doctors don't come cheap.
"Of course."
It almost seems like Snape relaxes once I have agreed to work for him. The man rummages through the pockets of his coat and robe looking for something and finally comes up with an old looking ring. The ring is offered to me.
"The ring has a summoning spell, when I want your company it will grow warm so I expect you to keep it on you at all times. When you Apparate after being summoned the ring will automatically take you to me."
I almost laugh, the ring works on the same principle as the Dark Mark. The only difference between the two is that I can take the item off and Snape can't. It is almost ironic. I take the ring slipping it on my finger where it adjusts to me.
"Thank you."
How good have I become in acting? I can show gratitude to the man who betrayed all of us.
"I doubt you will thank me in the long run my dear. I am frequently demanding and very often insufferable."
Like I didn't know that before.
"I've dealt with worse."
Snape gives me a small amused smile and gestures towards the door. I am the first to go through it when I turn around to say my goodbye he isn't there any more. Curiosity eats at me for the first time in a while but I have no time for it now. Keeping to the shadows and being as silent as I can manage I sneak out of the club house. Outside spring is in the air, I can smell dew on the lawn and hear birds in the threes as they wake up. Dawn has passed but the darkness still lingers in places. I walk block after block checking every once in a while that I am not being followed. When I am finally sure that I am alone I finally Apparate myself home. There is no one in the living room or ether bedroom. I find Harry in the kitchen puttering around and making breakfast. The kitchen is small or more accurately cramped but that suits him just fine. Harry doesn't turn to greet me when I walk in and sit down at the tiny table we have managed to shove in there but a cup of coffee drifts toward me.
"How was it?"
His words as always tense much like his posture.
"I ran in to some problems."
"What kind?"
For once I'm grateful that I have to report to his back. Looking him in the eyes would be too hard at the moment.
"Malfoy was there, he grabbed me before I could find anything out."
"And?"
"He didn't want me for him-self."
I look in to my cup stalling.
"What happened?"
"He gave me to Snape."
I see his back stiffens even more at the mention of the Potions Master. But then I expect nothing less. During sixth year Harry found some family documents. I still don't know what was in them but suddenly his attitude towards Snape changed. During that year he had become close to Snape, they weren't lovers I think they never got around to it. But Harry had grown attached and when Snape changed sides something in Harry broke. It wasn't obvious but I saw it I suspect that I was the only one who did.
"And?"
I see Harry's hand trembling on the counter.
"Snape kept me busy all night."
"You fucked him."
The words hurt. He knows damn well that I did and why so I can't resist lashing out.
"I didn't have a choice or would you have preferred my trying to Obliviate him and getting caught?"
"Fine so it was a bust."
The hurt boy and the leader in him are fighting for the upper hand. And I unfortunately have to take the brunt of the fight something I'm not up for at the moment. I want to finish this report and rest.
"He wants me to work for him exclusively. He's still Inner Circle."
"So you're going to see him again?"
I want to say "no", to promise that I'll kill the bastard next time he calls but I can't. Not even for Harry.
"Do I have a choice? I could muck around with low level Death Eaters for the next ten years and not find out shit. This is a ticket to the top."
"Whoring yourself."
Apparently the little boy won and I am really not in the mood for this conversation to continue.
"What the hell do you think I am doing now?"
"You don't sleep with them now."
I know Harry is upset and he has every right to be. But irrational anger will get us nowhere. There are so few of Dumbledore's army left that we hardly manage to survive. Getting inside information wasn't even a possibility for a very long time. Now that the opportunity is actually here we can't afford not taking advantage of it without signing our own death sentence.
"Harry grow up."
He finally turns around limping up to the table with a plate, after he gets the other one he sits down and hooks his cane on the table edge.
"I know. I'm sorry I know that you do what you have to do."
I can see he wants to be the one in my place, the one taking the risks. But even if no one would recognize the scar they would notice the limp. When we escaped from Hogwarts he got injured, we couldn't go to St. Mungo's or anywhere else really. I had to heal Harry myself with only theory and some basic training. The limp will never go away. The little appetite which the conversation leaves me. Instead it is replaced by guilt for causing Harry so much pain. Pushing the plate away I stand up.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Sure, I'll call Remus and inform him of our"¦progress."
I nod and get the hell out of the kitchen. I should shower but I didn't get a lot of sleep and all I want to do is fall in to the comfortable oblivion of it. My room is clean and orderly clashing completely with the outfit I am wearing. I look in the mirror and wonder at my life and the duplicity of it. Only here in my room can I be the person I once was. Here in my room I am Hermione Granger just like outside it I am Harm Dursley. Remus forged the background papers as soon as Harry could move around. We got married the week after to confuse the paper trail further. Not even Voldemort knew the last name of Harry's muggle relatives: it was the safest option for us. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter would be hunted down the moment they showed their faces in the wizarding world, Harm and James Dursley can freely move around. My wand in on the dresser, the "personnel" aren't allowed to carry wands at Death Eater's parties. I pick it up and charm my outfit off throwing it in a corner. I don't want to look at it for the moment. Brushing out my hair I go over everything that happened last night. I wonder at Snape's actions he didn't act like most Dead Eaters do when they get someone in their clutches. Analysing either my own or Snape's behaviour isn't getting me further. I finish brushing and get into bed. Sleep finds me easily again.
When I wake up at dusk Harry is next to me on the bed. I only realize why when I get in to the shower: Snape's scent lingers on my skin. The water is too hot and scalds my skin. And I want it that way cleansing me and washing away the personality that I wear like a cheap suit. For the moment I won't have to wear it since I plan on staying home for a few days. Back in my room I pick up a book and settle down on the couch to wait for Harry to wake up.