Fic: Caught Out
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sevfan and I have written another chapter of our het Snape/Granger fic that is rapidly becoming a *gasp* series. Do you think there's a 12 step program? LOL.
Title: Caught Out
Author:alisanne and sevfan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger
Summary: Keeping her word leads Hermione to have some interesting experiences.
Word Count: ~3900
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Exhibitionism.
A/N: This is part three of a story that began with Caught and was continued in Caught Up. It is also the bunny that wouldn't die, and it's taken over two slash writers. We're hoping it will jump to a bona fide het writer soon, but in the meantime we appear to be stuck with it. *g*
Beta: Um...sevfan and alisanne.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Caught Out
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Caught in the throes of her dream, Hermione moaned as Severus licked the shell of her ear even as he plunged deep, all the while whispering dirty things to her...
She woke with a moan spilling from her lips, and for a moment she wondered why she was alone. Then, she remembered. There was a good reason she was aching in places she hadn't known she could. It felt so good, though.
Wish I hadn’t had to leave. Maybe next time...
She stopped that thought before it started. No use planning for something that might never happen. She had made her interest clear, it was his turn now. She wondered if he would do anything but retreat back into his dour shell.
Allowing herself a bit longer of a lie in, she finally slipped out of bed, starting the shower with a wave of her hand before stepping under the pulsing spray.
One thing she hadn’t counted on was her body’s intense response to him. It had only been a few hours since she’d left him and already she was clamoring for more.
She washed quickly and, after spelling herself dry, checked out her arse in the mirror.
It was decorated by long, finger shaped bruises and she smiled slightly when she saw them. It would take days for them to fade, and in the meantime she would have some tangible proof that it had actually happened.
Unless Severus showed up sometime...
Shaking her head at that unlikely occurrence, she gathered her hair into a ponytail and after dressing quickly, fixed herself a cup of tea. She drank it fast and, with a sigh, stepped into the Floo to report to work.
~
“Granger?”
Hermione spun to see her direct supervisor, Kingsley Shacklebolt, coming towards her. She smiled.
“Hello, sir. You needed me?”
He nodded. “I have an assignment for you. Report to my office in fifteen minutes.”
Curious, she was at his office in ten, taking a moment to smooth her hair down before knocking briskly on the door.
“Come in!”
She entered, and the breath was knocked from her as she saw Severus sitting there.
“Ah, Granger. You’re early,” said Shacklebolt, a rather large grin on his face. “You remember Professor Snape, of course.”
Hermione stared at her superior – had he just winked at her? Her gaze moved to Snape, who was seated in a chair opposite the desk, looking up at her inscrutably. Something was amiss; she could feel it. She replied, nodding slowly, “Professor.”
“Auror Granger.”
Hermione looked back to Shacklebolt. He was still wearing that idiotic smile, and he rarely, if ever, smiled while on the job. There was most definitely something going on here, but what? That’s what Hermione wanted to know. But then it hit her, right smack in the face. Snape! That dirty, rotten, no-good, low-down Slytherin snake had told! Shacklebolt knew; he was privy to what she had done – from the illegal entry of Snape’s office on numerous occasions, to… Hermione gasped. Surely he wouldn’t have gone that far! Hermione dared to look at Shacklebolt again, and there was only one conclusion she could draw. That grin meant only one thing, that he knew it all. She went weak in the knees at the thought.
“Granger!” shouted Shacklebolt. “Are you listening to me?”
She blushed. “Sorry, sir. You were saying?”
He held up a pale violet slip of paper. “The boys over in Law Enforcement need me to settle a little dispute for them.” He rolled his eyes. “It shouldn’t take long. In the meantime, Granger, I’d like you to escort Professor Snape out, and then meet me back here when you’re through.”
Hermione looked askance at her boss. “I’m quite sure that Professor Snape knows his way out,” she replied in cool tones, “sir.”
“Do it anyway,” Shacklebolt snapped. Turning to Severus, he said, “Thanks for your help, Professor. You’ve been a veritable fountain of information. Goodbye.”
Hermione cringed. Oh gods, a fountain; this was not good. She turned on her heel and walked briskly out of the office, and was dismayed to find that Snape was right behind. She stopped short.
“Look,” she said. “Find your own way out.”
“Tut, tut, Auror Granger. Disobeying a direct order? I am shocked,” remarked Snape. “Perhaps I should call Kingsley back.”
Hermione fixed Snape with an icy glare. “No, you’ve said quite enough for one day. If you insist, then, follow me.”
Severus looked at Hermione quizzically, and then followed. “Would you care to enlighten me? What is it I am supposed to have said to him?”
“Spare me the innocent act, Professor. You know what I mean.”
“I can assure you, I don’t.”
Hermione spun around and faced Snape. “You told him everything, you bastard!”
“If you are referring to the potions, yes, I did.”
“Not bloody potions!” she shouted. When people in the corridor turned to see what the commotion was, she lowered her voice. “About what I did… and what happened afterwards.”
“I gave you my word that I would keep silent.”
“Meaningless,” spat Hermione, who then turned toward the lifts.
Severus grabbed her arm, holding her still. He said in a dangerous tone, “I gave my word. I did not betray your trust.”
The look on his face was quite frightening, and Hermione gulped. Had she been wrong? “Well then, why was Shacklebolt smiling like that? He never smiles.”
“How in damnation would I know? He was grinning like a simpleton when I arrived to examine the potions.”
“Potions?”
“Yes, the potions that the Ministry laboratory was unable to identify. Incompetent nitwits.”
“Oh,” Hermione said meekly. “The lift is here. We should go.”
They made their way into the crowded lift, working their way to the back. “I believe you have something to say to me,” said Severus quietly into Hermione’s ear.
“Not here,” she replied. “Please.”
The lift seemed to take forever to reach the Atrium. Creaking and clanging, it stopped on every floor, allowing more and more people on, until Hermione and Severus were squeezed into a corner. Hermione gave a little gasp as she felt a hand rubbing her backside, squeezing it firmly. Every one of her bruises seemed to come to life. She dared not look up at him, but kept her eyes straight ahead.
When at last they reached their destination, they allowed everyone else to disembark, before making their way to a quiet spot.
“Well?” asked Severus, who stood with his arms folded, glaring at Hermione.
Her eyes downcast, she said, “I seem to have jumped to conclusions, Severus. Please accept my apologies.” Finally looking up, she asked, “Can you ever forgive me?”
He held her regard for a while, his face betraying no emotion. “I shall think about it. If I accept, you will have to do much better than that. I will expect a full apology. Good day, Auror Granger.” With that, he turned and swept away.
Hermione walked numbly back to the lifts, allowing herself to be carried along by the crowd. She would have missed her floor, had it not been for one of the cleaners who gave her a nudge just before the golden grille closed. She felt like such a fool. How could she have done such a thing? He had called her Auror Granger, and it had hurt.
What did you expect, you stupid cow? she chided herself. With a sigh, she knocked on Shacklebolt’s door and then entered.
“Sit down, Granger.”
“If I may ask, sir, what was Professor Snape doing here?” she asked.
“There were some potions that we couldn’t figure out, so I asked him to have a look. He got it all worked out in no time. Knew he would. It’s all in here – your next assignment. Have a look at this, and if you have any questions, let me know.”
Hermione took the file and stood to leave. “One more thing. You seem to be in a good mood today, sir.”
Shacklebolt’s eyes sparkled. “I just found out last night that my wife is pregnant.”
“Congratulations! Did you share your good news with Professor Snape, by any chance?”
“Snape? Hell, no. He might be a genius when it comes to his work, but his people skills leave a lot to be desired. I didn’t fancy him rolling his eyes at my news. You know how he is.”
I’m beginning to, thought Hermione. She nodded and went back to her office, flopping down in her chair. “But I have a lot more to learn,” she said aloud. “I just hope I get the chance.”
~
Coward! she castigated herself three days later. The more she had thought about it, the more ashamed she was of the way she’d acted.
Snape had actually been pleasant, almost teasing, until she had accused him of breaking her confidence and betraying her.
She heaved a deep sigh. She’d contemplated going to him, but was too embarrassed to. Although, something told her that the full apology he would extract from her would be quite exciting for both of them.
Eyeing her inbox, she squared her shoulders. She had far too much work to do to be mooning over anyone, even if he was a devastatingly effective lover. Not that she would ever have a chance to experience that again...
A knock on her door distracted her from her morose thoughts.
“Come in.”
Dean Thomas stuck his head around the door frame. “Hermione, Shacklebolt is looking for you. He wants you in his office.”
“I’ll be right there,” she said, gathering up her reports.
She hesitated as when she reached his door, recalling for a moment the last time she’d been in this position, and wishing that she could relive that encounter. No wonder Time-Turners are restricted.
Knocking, she was told to enter and she did. Kingsley was alone and she stifled her disappointment. Silly! Why would he return? You chased him off for good...
“Granger. Good. Come in.”
She entered and sat when she was invited to.
Is there any way to properly apologize for what I said? I don’t blame him for staying away...
“Granger! Hermione!”
She blinked, looking up at Kingsley. “Sir?”
“Are you all right? You’ve been quite distracted lately. Maybe you need to see if Snape has a Concentration Potion with him.”
She gaped at him.
He shook his head. “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?” he asked. “Am I going to have to relieve you of duty?”
“No, sir,” she said, sitting up straight. “I’m fine.”
“Good. Well, just help Snape and everything will be fine.”
She blanched. “Help... Snape?”
Kingsley nodded. “Yes. And he should be in your office waiting for you right now, actually.”
She stood up abruptly. “Right now?”
Kingsley nodded. “Yes, I told him I would brief you and have you meet him there in a few...” but Hermione was already out the door.
Kingsley shrugged. “Well she might be scattered, but at least she’s enthusiastic,” he muttered.
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She flung open the door to her office, not surprised to see Snape, his feet up on her desk, thumbing through a book.
Frowning, she looked more closely at what he was holding.
“That’s my personal notebook!” she exclaimed, pushing the door shut behind her.
He raised an eyebrow but did not look up at her.
“Indeed, it is. Good to see your eyes are sharp. This is a reassuring quality in an Auror.”
“How dare you...?”
At that he sat forward, pulling his feet off the desk, and closing the book with a snap. “How dare I search your desk and peruse your personal papers?” he asked, voice silky.
She flushed. “That was different.”
“Really? In what way?”
“I wasn’t really invading your privacy....”
He held up a hand. “Spare me your, no doubt, specious arguments, Auror Granger. Invasion of privacy is not a matter of degrees.”
“I...” She stumbled to a stop. “You’re right, of course,” she said softly.
He sat back. “And you forced me to this,” he continued.
“What?”
He smirked. “Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, courageous. Where is your courage? Not a word from you in three days. A shocking lack of manners it is, given the apology that you owe me.”
She swallowed hard. He was so right! “Severus, I have already apologized for accusing you of breaking your word,” she said, eyes meeting his squarely. “I have no excuse for my behavior, and I throw myself on your mercy and ask for your forgiveness.”
He smiled and she shivered. “Mercy?” he asked softly. “You should know better, Auror Granger.”
She nodded. “Right again,” she said. “I require no mercy, and I am prepared to make whatever reparations you require as long as you forgive me.”
He stood, walking around the desk, finally coming to a stop in front of her. “Ah, there’s the Gryffindor,” he said, “foolishly making promises that she doesn’t know that she can keep.”
She tilted her head back to look into his face. “I’ll keep them.”
“We’ll see. Strip.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I might, once you strip.”
Hermione pulled out her wand to set Locking and Silencing Charms, but was shocked when Snape took the wand from her hand.
“No,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “Leave it. That will be part of my reparations.”
She gulped. It was late in the day, yes, but there were still plenty of people about, any one of whom could demand entry.
“Strip,” he commanded again.
She closed her eyes. What had she gotten herself into?
Slowly, her hands went to her robes, removing them and then her skirt, shirt, bra and knickers. When the clothes had all been draped over the chair, she looked at him.
His eyes glittered as he took in her pebbled nipples and the flush of her skin. He circled her slowly, his robes billowing just enough to brush her ankles as he walked. He stopped when he was behind her and leaned in.
“Yes, I might forgive you, if you manage to take everything I do to you now without making a sound.” He smiled as she stifled a noise of protest. “I noticed how loud you are in the throes of passion, and I quite enjoyed your moans, but this time, let’s see if you can take a good fucking without making too much noise, hm?”
She nodded shakily. Gods, he was a bastard!
“I shall retain my clothes as someone might walk in at any minute and I have no desire to display myself to any of your coworkers.”
She moaned low in her throat.
“You like that,” he observed. “Good to know. Now, walk over to the desk and lean over it, facing the door.”
She did as she was instructed, hands shaking before she splayed them on the desk. He circled behind her and she heard the rustle of parting clothing.
“Quite the wanton display, Granger,” he murmured. “Let’s see how eager you are, shall we?”
An agile hand worked its way down her stomach and parted her folds, stroking slowly, mesmerizingly.
“Merlin,” she sighed.
“I’m honored,” he answered, voice velvet soft, “but I’m afraid not. And you appear to be very eager. You’ve been wet since walked in here, haven’t you?”
She rolled her hips in response to his probing fingers. “Please...”
“Begging already? It’s far too soon for that.”
Hermione bit her lip as his thumb brushed her clit.
“If I recall correctly, you like this, do you not?” he asked, smiling as her breathing hitched with a twist of his fingers.
“Fuck...”
She jumped as he nipped lightly at her ear. “Language, Auror! What would your coworkers or your supervisor say if they heard that word coming out of your mouth?”
“S-sorry,” stuttered Hermione.
“Don’t be sorry; be quiet,” replied Snape sharply. ‘You will only speak when I give you permission.”
Hermione nodded her agreement. He continued to rub her clit as he spoke, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Damn him, she thought. He knows exactly where to touch me. How am I ever going to do this?
Snape moved forward, brushing his hard cock against her arse. “Have you dreamt of me since we last met?”
Hermione nodded.
“And in these dreams, did I fuck you?” As if to accent his words, he plunged two fingers inside Hermione, probing deeply.
Once again, she nodded.
“How many times have you played with yourself since I fucked you?”
This time, Hermione shook her head.
“Surely you don’t expect me to believe that a little whore such as yourself has not masturbated to the memory of my cock fucking her tight little fanny? How many times? Answer me.”
“I… I don’t know,” replied Hermione meekly. “It was too often to count. And I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, but you are, my dear,” Snape purred, his velvet voice washing over her. “Shall we examine the facts? You fingered your clit so often this past week that you can’t even tell me how many times. I am quite sure that you even did it right here at your desk, too. Hardly the actions of a chaste young woman.
“Your backside still bears my marks, marks that you refused to let me heal. How many times have you looked at the bruises and remembered how they got there?
“Here you are, at this very moment, lying naked across your desk, just waiting for me to take you, knowing full well that anyone could walk in and see you. What would Shacklebolt think if he found his star Auror getting fucked by her former professor? Hmm, one word comes to mind.”
As he spoke, Severus took out his cock and plunged deep into Hermione with such force, that she had to grab hold of the desk for support. It was all that she could do not to cry out.
“Whore,” he said. Bending forward, so that he could whisper in her ear, he murmured, “Say it. Tell me that you’re a whore. My whore.”
The tiniest of moans escaped her lips. His whore. If that was what he wanted, then that was what she would be, propriety be damned. “Yes, Severus, I’m your whore,” she said, panting. “Anything that you say.”
She thrilled when she heard him growl, pushing back to meet his thrusts eagerly. She was climbing nearer and nearer to orgasm, when voices brought her rudely back down to earth.
“Shacklebolt! I was just coming to fetch you. I need you to take a look at something.”
“Be right there, Williams. I just want a quick word with Granger,” replied Kingsley.
Hermione made to get up off the desk, turning to look at Severus, the panic clear in her deep brown eyes.
Severus quickly pushed her back down, thrusting into her hard. “Stay where you are,” he said quietly but forcefully.
“But he’s going to come in!” she said as loudly as she dared. “Please! Lock the door.”
“I think not,” answered Severus coolly as he continued fucking Hermione. “The door will remain unlocked as part of my reparations, as I told you.”
“Bastard,” Hermione dared to say.
“We have established that fact, yes.”
“No, it’s urgent. Granger can wait, Kingsley. You’ll want to see this for yourself.”
“Well, all right then,” he replied.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the footsteps get farther and farther away. A light nip on her ear brought her back.
“Now, where were we?” Severus asked, thrusting steadily. “Ah yes, I believe I was testing to see if you can come silently.”
Another tiny mewl escaped her as he sped up.
“Shhh,” he hushed her. “You don’t want anyone investigating, do you?” As he spoke she could feel a finger probing where their bodies were so closely joined.
What is he...? Oh!
Warm slipperiness spread through her arse, easing the way for his finger, which was now undulating inside her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt as he was fucking her.
“Oh, Gods,” she moaned.
“Well, if you persist in saying that...” He pushed his cock deeper, brushing against a spot inside her which made her gasp, and she arched towards him hard.
“You’re close,” he whispered. “I can feel you, clenching me so tight.... Come, Hermione. Come for me.”
Her orgasm seemed to emanate from her center, spreading through her body in a wave of pleasure so intense that she felt as though she were flying. Her fingernails gouged holes in her desk, and she fought to remain silent as ecstasy shook her to the core.
Severus held himself still, eyes closed as her body tried to milk him for all it was worth, and only when her clenching muscles began to relax did he begin moving again, thrusting as she began to come down from her high.
“Severus...” she whispered.
“Incredible,” he murmured. Then, he went rigid, a low moan spilling from his lips as he finally came inside her in thick pulses. He pushed himself slightly deeper before collapsing atop her, fine tremors shaking his body.
As Hermione lay there on her desk, trying to regain her ability to breathe, she reveled in the weight of his body covering her; even his buttons digging into her back felt good.
Suddenly she heard someone outside her door.
“Thanks for that information, Williams,” Kingsley said.
Horrified, Hermione raised her head to see her door opening.
“Sev...”
“Shhh!” he hushed her.
“Granger?” Kingsley called, poking his head around the door frame.
Hermione closed her eyes, her mortification complete.
Kingsley walked in, looking around.
“That’s odd, I thought they would both still be here,” he muttered as if to himself. Then, with a shrug, he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Severus raised himself off Hermione, refastening his trousers and avoiding her eyes.
She turned and looked at him. “What did you do?” she asked.
“A Notice-Me-Not Spell,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said, low and sincere.
“Well, I could hardly allow myself to be caught in such a compromising position,” he said.
She smiled. “Certainly not,” she agreed. She hesitated, then asked, “So, now that we... had sex, do you forgive me?”
A small smirk graced his features. “I consider your debt to me to be paid,” he said. Summoning her clothes, he handed them to her.
Hermione dressed quickly, trying not to blush as he watched her movements with interest. Once she was fully clothed, he moved towards the door.
“Incidentally, your journal was interesting reading, Auror Granger.”
Hermione's mouth dropped open. “You... that was...”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “If you feel that I have somehow invaded your privacy, you are welcome to come to me to demand reparations. My door remains accessible to you.”
Without a backward glance, he left, and Hermione sank into her chair, her legs unable to hold her up any longer.
The gauntlet had definitely been thrown down. She remembered his earlier taunts about her lack of bravery.
Time to display some Gryffindor courage, I think! She smiled slowly. Severus wouldn't know what hit him.
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sevfan and I have written another chapter of our het Snape/Granger fic that is rapidly becoming a *gasp* series. Do you think there's a 12 step program? LOL.Title: Caught Out
Author:
alisanne and sevfanRating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Hermione Granger
Summary: Keeping her word leads Hermione to have some interesting experiences.
Word Count: ~3900
Genre: Erotica.
Warnings: Exhibitionism.
A/N: This is part three of a story that began with Caught and was continued in Caught Up. It is also the bunny that wouldn't die, and it's taken over two slash writers. We're hoping it will jump to a bona fide het writer soon, but in the meantime we appear to be stuck with it. *g*
Beta: Um...
sevfan and alisanne. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Caught Out
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Caught in the throes of her dream, Hermione moaned as Severus licked the shell of her ear even as he plunged deep, all the while whispering dirty things to her...
She woke with a moan spilling from her lips, and for a moment she wondered why she was alone. Then, she remembered. There was a good reason she was aching in places she hadn't known she could. It felt so good, though.
Wish I hadn’t had to leave. Maybe next time...
She stopped that thought before it started. No use planning for something that might never happen. She had made her interest clear, it was his turn now. She wondered if he would do anything but retreat back into his dour shell.
Allowing herself a bit longer of a lie in, she finally slipped out of bed, starting the shower with a wave of her hand before stepping under the pulsing spray.
One thing she hadn’t counted on was her body’s intense response to him. It had only been a few hours since she’d left him and already she was clamoring for more.
She washed quickly and, after spelling herself dry, checked out her arse in the mirror.
It was decorated by long, finger shaped bruises and she smiled slightly when she saw them. It would take days for them to fade, and in the meantime she would have some tangible proof that it had actually happened.
Unless Severus showed up sometime...
Shaking her head at that unlikely occurrence, she gathered her hair into a ponytail and after dressing quickly, fixed herself a cup of tea. She drank it fast and, with a sigh, stepped into the Floo to report to work.
~
“Granger?”
Hermione spun to see her direct supervisor, Kingsley Shacklebolt, coming towards her. She smiled.
“Hello, sir. You needed me?”
He nodded. “I have an assignment for you. Report to my office in fifteen minutes.”
Curious, she was at his office in ten, taking a moment to smooth her hair down before knocking briskly on the door.
“Come in!”
She entered, and the breath was knocked from her as she saw Severus sitting there.
“Ah, Granger. You’re early,” said Shacklebolt, a rather large grin on his face. “You remember Professor Snape, of course.”
Hermione stared at her superior – had he just winked at her? Her gaze moved to Snape, who was seated in a chair opposite the desk, looking up at her inscrutably. Something was amiss; she could feel it. She replied, nodding slowly, “Professor.”
“Auror Granger.”
Hermione looked back to Shacklebolt. He was still wearing that idiotic smile, and he rarely, if ever, smiled while on the job. There was most definitely something going on here, but what? That’s what Hermione wanted to know. But then it hit her, right smack in the face. Snape! That dirty, rotten, no-good, low-down Slytherin snake had told! Shacklebolt knew; he was privy to what she had done – from the illegal entry of Snape’s office on numerous occasions, to… Hermione gasped. Surely he wouldn’t have gone that far! Hermione dared to look at Shacklebolt again, and there was only one conclusion she could draw. That grin meant only one thing, that he knew it all. She went weak in the knees at the thought.
“Granger!” shouted Shacklebolt. “Are you listening to me?”
She blushed. “Sorry, sir. You were saying?”
He held up a pale violet slip of paper. “The boys over in Law Enforcement need me to settle a little dispute for them.” He rolled his eyes. “It shouldn’t take long. In the meantime, Granger, I’d like you to escort Professor Snape out, and then meet me back here when you’re through.”
Hermione looked askance at her boss. “I’m quite sure that Professor Snape knows his way out,” she replied in cool tones, “sir.”
“Do it anyway,” Shacklebolt snapped. Turning to Severus, he said, “Thanks for your help, Professor. You’ve been a veritable fountain of information. Goodbye.”
Hermione cringed. Oh gods, a fountain; this was not good. She turned on her heel and walked briskly out of the office, and was dismayed to find that Snape was right behind. She stopped short.
“Look,” she said. “Find your own way out.”
“Tut, tut, Auror Granger. Disobeying a direct order? I am shocked,” remarked Snape. “Perhaps I should call Kingsley back.”
Hermione fixed Snape with an icy glare. “No, you’ve said quite enough for one day. If you insist, then, follow me.”
Severus looked at Hermione quizzically, and then followed. “Would you care to enlighten me? What is it I am supposed to have said to him?”
“Spare me the innocent act, Professor. You know what I mean.”
“I can assure you, I don’t.”
Hermione spun around and faced Snape. “You told him everything, you bastard!”
“If you are referring to the potions, yes, I did.”
“Not bloody potions!” she shouted. When people in the corridor turned to see what the commotion was, she lowered her voice. “About what I did… and what happened afterwards.”
“I gave you my word that I would keep silent.”
“Meaningless,” spat Hermione, who then turned toward the lifts.
Severus grabbed her arm, holding her still. He said in a dangerous tone, “I gave my word. I did not betray your trust.”
The look on his face was quite frightening, and Hermione gulped. Had she been wrong? “Well then, why was Shacklebolt smiling like that? He never smiles.”
“How in damnation would I know? He was grinning like a simpleton when I arrived to examine the potions.”
“Potions?”
“Yes, the potions that the Ministry laboratory was unable to identify. Incompetent nitwits.”
“Oh,” Hermione said meekly. “The lift is here. We should go.”
They made their way into the crowded lift, working their way to the back. “I believe you have something to say to me,” said Severus quietly into Hermione’s ear.
“Not here,” she replied. “Please.”
The lift seemed to take forever to reach the Atrium. Creaking and clanging, it stopped on every floor, allowing more and more people on, until Hermione and Severus were squeezed into a corner. Hermione gave a little gasp as she felt a hand rubbing her backside, squeezing it firmly. Every one of her bruises seemed to come to life. She dared not look up at him, but kept her eyes straight ahead.
When at last they reached their destination, they allowed everyone else to disembark, before making their way to a quiet spot.
“Well?” asked Severus, who stood with his arms folded, glaring at Hermione.
Her eyes downcast, she said, “I seem to have jumped to conclusions, Severus. Please accept my apologies.” Finally looking up, she asked, “Can you ever forgive me?”
He held her regard for a while, his face betraying no emotion. “I shall think about it. If I accept, you will have to do much better than that. I will expect a full apology. Good day, Auror Granger.” With that, he turned and swept away.
Hermione walked numbly back to the lifts, allowing herself to be carried along by the crowd. She would have missed her floor, had it not been for one of the cleaners who gave her a nudge just before the golden grille closed. She felt like such a fool. How could she have done such a thing? He had called her Auror Granger, and it had hurt.
What did you expect, you stupid cow? she chided herself. With a sigh, she knocked on Shacklebolt’s door and then entered.
“Sit down, Granger.”
“If I may ask, sir, what was Professor Snape doing here?” she asked.
“There were some potions that we couldn’t figure out, so I asked him to have a look. He got it all worked out in no time. Knew he would. It’s all in here – your next assignment. Have a look at this, and if you have any questions, let me know.”
Hermione took the file and stood to leave. “One more thing. You seem to be in a good mood today, sir.”
Shacklebolt’s eyes sparkled. “I just found out last night that my wife is pregnant.”
“Congratulations! Did you share your good news with Professor Snape, by any chance?”
“Snape? Hell, no. He might be a genius when it comes to his work, but his people skills leave a lot to be desired. I didn’t fancy him rolling his eyes at my news. You know how he is.”
I’m beginning to, thought Hermione. She nodded and went back to her office, flopping down in her chair. “But I have a lot more to learn,” she said aloud. “I just hope I get the chance.”
~
Coward! she castigated herself three days later. The more she had thought about it, the more ashamed she was of the way she’d acted.
Snape had actually been pleasant, almost teasing, until she had accused him of breaking her confidence and betraying her.
She heaved a deep sigh. She’d contemplated going to him, but was too embarrassed to. Although, something told her that the full apology he would extract from her would be quite exciting for both of them.
Eyeing her inbox, she squared her shoulders. She had far too much work to do to be mooning over anyone, even if he was a devastatingly effective lover. Not that she would ever have a chance to experience that again...
A knock on her door distracted her from her morose thoughts.
“Come in.”
Dean Thomas stuck his head around the door frame. “Hermione, Shacklebolt is looking for you. He wants you in his office.”
“I’ll be right there,” she said, gathering up her reports.
She hesitated as when she reached his door, recalling for a moment the last time she’d been in this position, and wishing that she could relive that encounter. No wonder Time-Turners are restricted.
Knocking, she was told to enter and she did. Kingsley was alone and she stifled her disappointment. Silly! Why would he return? You chased him off for good...
“Granger. Good. Come in.”
She entered and sat when she was invited to.
Is there any way to properly apologize for what I said? I don’t blame him for staying away...
“Granger! Hermione!”
She blinked, looking up at Kingsley. “Sir?”
“Are you all right? You’ve been quite distracted lately. Maybe you need to see if Snape has a Concentration Potion with him.”
She gaped at him.
He shook his head. “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?” he asked. “Am I going to have to relieve you of duty?”
“No, sir,” she said, sitting up straight. “I’m fine.”
“Good. Well, just help Snape and everything will be fine.”
She blanched. “Help... Snape?”
Kingsley nodded. “Yes. And he should be in your office waiting for you right now, actually.”
She stood up abruptly. “Right now?”
Kingsley nodded. “Yes, I told him I would brief you and have you meet him there in a few...” but Hermione was already out the door.
Kingsley shrugged. “Well she might be scattered, but at least she’s enthusiastic,” he muttered.
~
She flung open the door to her office, not surprised to see Snape, his feet up on her desk, thumbing through a book.
Frowning, she looked more closely at what he was holding.
“That’s my personal notebook!” she exclaimed, pushing the door shut behind her.
He raised an eyebrow but did not look up at her.
“Indeed, it is. Good to see your eyes are sharp. This is a reassuring quality in an Auror.”
“How dare you...?”
At that he sat forward, pulling his feet off the desk, and closing the book with a snap. “How dare I search your desk and peruse your personal papers?” he asked, voice silky.
She flushed. “That was different.”
“Really? In what way?”
“I wasn’t really invading your privacy....”
He held up a hand. “Spare me your, no doubt, specious arguments, Auror Granger. Invasion of privacy is not a matter of degrees.”
“I...” She stumbled to a stop. “You’re right, of course,” she said softly.
He sat back. “And you forced me to this,” he continued.
“What?”
He smirked. “Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, courageous. Where is your courage? Not a word from you in three days. A shocking lack of manners it is, given the apology that you owe me.”
She swallowed hard. He was so right! “Severus, I have already apologized for accusing you of breaking your word,” she said, eyes meeting his squarely. “I have no excuse for my behavior, and I throw myself on your mercy and ask for your forgiveness.”
He smiled and she shivered. “Mercy?” he asked softly. “You should know better, Auror Granger.”
She nodded. “Right again,” she said. “I require no mercy, and I am prepared to make whatever reparations you require as long as you forgive me.”
He stood, walking around the desk, finally coming to a stop in front of her. “Ah, there’s the Gryffindor,” he said, “foolishly making promises that she doesn’t know that she can keep.”
She tilted her head back to look into his face. “I’ll keep them.”
“We’ll see. Strip.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I might, once you strip.”
Hermione pulled out her wand to set Locking and Silencing Charms, but was shocked when Snape took the wand from her hand.
“No,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “Leave it. That will be part of my reparations.”
She gulped. It was late in the day, yes, but there were still plenty of people about, any one of whom could demand entry.
“Strip,” he commanded again.
She closed her eyes. What had she gotten herself into?
Slowly, her hands went to her robes, removing them and then her skirt, shirt, bra and knickers. When the clothes had all been draped over the chair, she looked at him.
His eyes glittered as he took in her pebbled nipples and the flush of her skin. He circled her slowly, his robes billowing just enough to brush her ankles as he walked. He stopped when he was behind her and leaned in.
“Yes, I might forgive you, if you manage to take everything I do to you now without making a sound.” He smiled as she stifled a noise of protest. “I noticed how loud you are in the throes of passion, and I quite enjoyed your moans, but this time, let’s see if you can take a good fucking without making too much noise, hm?”
She nodded shakily. Gods, he was a bastard!
“I shall retain my clothes as someone might walk in at any minute and I have no desire to display myself to any of your coworkers.”
She moaned low in her throat.
“You like that,” he observed. “Good to know. Now, walk over to the desk and lean over it, facing the door.”
She did as she was instructed, hands shaking before she splayed them on the desk. He circled behind her and she heard the rustle of parting clothing.
“Quite the wanton display, Granger,” he murmured. “Let’s see how eager you are, shall we?”
An agile hand worked its way down her stomach and parted her folds, stroking slowly, mesmerizingly.
“Merlin,” she sighed.
“I’m honored,” he answered, voice velvet soft, “but I’m afraid not. And you appear to be very eager. You’ve been wet since walked in here, haven’t you?”
She rolled her hips in response to his probing fingers. “Please...”
“Begging already? It’s far too soon for that.”
Hermione bit her lip as his thumb brushed her clit.
“If I recall correctly, you like this, do you not?” he asked, smiling as her breathing hitched with a twist of his fingers.
“Fuck...”
She jumped as he nipped lightly at her ear. “Language, Auror! What would your coworkers or your supervisor say if they heard that word coming out of your mouth?”
“S-sorry,” stuttered Hermione.
“Don’t be sorry; be quiet,” replied Snape sharply. ‘You will only speak when I give you permission.”
Hermione nodded her agreement. He continued to rub her clit as he spoke, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Damn him, she thought. He knows exactly where to touch me. How am I ever going to do this?
Snape moved forward, brushing his hard cock against her arse. “Have you dreamt of me since we last met?”
Hermione nodded.
“And in these dreams, did I fuck you?” As if to accent his words, he plunged two fingers inside Hermione, probing deeply.
Once again, she nodded.
“How many times have you played with yourself since I fucked you?”
This time, Hermione shook her head.
“Surely you don’t expect me to believe that a little whore such as yourself has not masturbated to the memory of my cock fucking her tight little fanny? How many times? Answer me.”
“I… I don’t know,” replied Hermione meekly. “It was too often to count. And I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, but you are, my dear,” Snape purred, his velvet voice washing over her. “Shall we examine the facts? You fingered your clit so often this past week that you can’t even tell me how many times. I am quite sure that you even did it right here at your desk, too. Hardly the actions of a chaste young woman.
“Your backside still bears my marks, marks that you refused to let me heal. How many times have you looked at the bruises and remembered how they got there?
“Here you are, at this very moment, lying naked across your desk, just waiting for me to take you, knowing full well that anyone could walk in and see you. What would Shacklebolt think if he found his star Auror getting fucked by her former professor? Hmm, one word comes to mind.”
As he spoke, Severus took out his cock and plunged deep into Hermione with such force, that she had to grab hold of the desk for support. It was all that she could do not to cry out.
“Whore,” he said. Bending forward, so that he could whisper in her ear, he murmured, “Say it. Tell me that you’re a whore. My whore.”
The tiniest of moans escaped her lips. His whore. If that was what he wanted, then that was what she would be, propriety be damned. “Yes, Severus, I’m your whore,” she said, panting. “Anything that you say.”
She thrilled when she heard him growl, pushing back to meet his thrusts eagerly. She was climbing nearer and nearer to orgasm, when voices brought her rudely back down to earth.
“Shacklebolt! I was just coming to fetch you. I need you to take a look at something.”
“Be right there, Williams. I just want a quick word with Granger,” replied Kingsley.
Hermione made to get up off the desk, turning to look at Severus, the panic clear in her deep brown eyes.
Severus quickly pushed her back down, thrusting into her hard. “Stay where you are,” he said quietly but forcefully.
“But he’s going to come in!” she said as loudly as she dared. “Please! Lock the door.”
“I think not,” answered Severus coolly as he continued fucking Hermione. “The door will remain unlocked as part of my reparations, as I told you.”
“Bastard,” Hermione dared to say.
“We have established that fact, yes.”
“No, it’s urgent. Granger can wait, Kingsley. You’ll want to see this for yourself.”
“Well, all right then,” he replied.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the footsteps get farther and farther away. A light nip on her ear brought her back.
“Now, where were we?” Severus asked, thrusting steadily. “Ah yes, I believe I was testing to see if you can come silently.”
Another tiny mewl escaped her as he sped up.
“Shhh,” he hushed her. “You don’t want anyone investigating, do you?” As he spoke she could feel a finger probing where their bodies were so closely joined.
What is he...? Oh!
Warm slipperiness spread through her arse, easing the way for his finger, which was now undulating inside her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt as he was fucking her.
“Oh, Gods,” she moaned.
“Well, if you persist in saying that...” He pushed his cock deeper, brushing against a spot inside her which made her gasp, and she arched towards him hard.
“You’re close,” he whispered. “I can feel you, clenching me so tight.... Come, Hermione. Come for me.”
Her orgasm seemed to emanate from her center, spreading through her body in a wave of pleasure so intense that she felt as though she were flying. Her fingernails gouged holes in her desk, and she fought to remain silent as ecstasy shook her to the core.
Severus held himself still, eyes closed as her body tried to milk him for all it was worth, and only when her clenching muscles began to relax did he begin moving again, thrusting as she began to come down from her high.
“Severus...” she whispered.
“Incredible,” he murmured. Then, he went rigid, a low moan spilling from his lips as he finally came inside her in thick pulses. He pushed himself slightly deeper before collapsing atop her, fine tremors shaking his body.
As Hermione lay there on her desk, trying to regain her ability to breathe, she reveled in the weight of his body covering her; even his buttons digging into her back felt good.
Suddenly she heard someone outside her door.
“Thanks for that information, Williams,” Kingsley said.
Horrified, Hermione raised her head to see her door opening.
“Sev...”
“Shhh!” he hushed her.
“Granger?” Kingsley called, poking his head around the door frame.
Hermione closed her eyes, her mortification complete.
Kingsley walked in, looking around.
“That’s odd, I thought they would both still be here,” he muttered as if to himself. Then, with a shrug, he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Severus raised himself off Hermione, refastening his trousers and avoiding her eyes.
She turned and looked at him. “What did you do?” she asked.
“A Notice-Me-Not Spell,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said, low and sincere.
“Well, I could hardly allow myself to be caught in such a compromising position,” he said.
She smiled. “Certainly not,” she agreed. She hesitated, then asked, “So, now that we... had sex, do you forgive me?”
A small smirk graced his features. “I consider your debt to me to be paid,” he said. Summoning her clothes, he handed them to her.
Hermione dressed quickly, trying not to blush as he watched her movements with interest. Once she was fully clothed, he moved towards the door.
“Incidentally, your journal was interesting reading, Auror Granger.”
Hermione's mouth dropped open. “You... that was...”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “If you feel that I have somehow invaded your privacy, you are welcome to come to me to demand reparations. My door remains accessible to you.”
Without a backward glance, he left, and Hermione sank into her chair, her legs unable to hold her up any longer.
The gauntlet had definitely been thrown down. She remembered his earlier taunts about her lack of bravery.
Time to display some Gryffindor courage, I think! She smiled slowly. Severus wouldn't know what hit him.
~
