Hermione Snape Strikes Back

A/N: Okay, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a big one. Please review! Thanks to MadBrilliant for her hard work!

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Severus Snape decided once and for all that the Dark Lord himself would have quaked in fear in the presence of Hermione Snape. She was truly a scary witch. She had bound him to their bed after she had ordered him to strip naked. He wasn't happy about being bound, but she was determined to have her way. She teased him and tortured him with the promise of release, only to be brought back from the edge several times. He was getting angry and was convinced he was going to have a royal case of blue-balls if she didn't stop the tension and let him come.

She was incredible in her rage. Hermione knew how to have angry sex. He knew she was taking all the frustrations of the past months and taking it out on his cock, and honestly, he didn't mind...if only she'd let him climax!

"Hermione, I swear to God, if you don't stop this, I will make you pay! I will fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a month!" he growled.

"Oh!" she pouted. "Is that supposed to scare me?" she said seductively as she continued to ride him ruthlessly, peaking in orgasm after orgasm, only to reach down and squeeze the base of his cock when she felt the telltale sign of his impeding ejaculation.

He scowled at her and said through gritted teeth, "Did I mention you won't be able to sit properly either for two months?"

She blinked and tilted her head to the side. Then her eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't!" she breathed.

He glared at her and said in a dead calm, "I do not make idle threats, Hermione. Now either release me from these bonds or start learning to sleep with one eye open."

"If I release you, will you promise not to hurt me?" she said fearfully.

He almost felt sorry for her. She could really put a hurt on a man, but had no idea of how to go about getting away from a sticky situation. Well, she'll learn, he thought.

"I promise," he said silkily.

She released him after she had already had herself halfway out the bedroom door. She made a run for it, but he caught her with a Tripping Jinx just before she made it to the door to his office. He quickly pounced on her and forced her robe open.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me!" she shrieked.

"I won't, my pet. I won't," he ground out softly as he spread himself on top of her.

She looked at his hooded eyes, full of unbridled lust. She didn't fight as he pushed her knees to her chest and mounted her right on the floor next to the door. Damn him! she cursed. He didn't place a Silencing Charm or cast Muffilato.

He was pounding so hard into her and groaning so loudly, she was shrieking and screaming for him to quiet down while trying to ride out her own orgasm. He covered her mouth as he still kept thrusting into her and said, "You have only yourself to blame. You kept me hard for so long, it's going to take a while for me to finish!"

She must have looked horrified, for he laughed and said deeply, "Don't worry. You are going to like this."

He had her spread open and kept reaming her until she began to cry out with the beginnings of an overpowering orgasm. She still wasn't used to the overwhelming feeling of it, and he forced it out of her violently as she cried out and swore from the intensity of it. He was sweating profusely, as was she, but he didn't stop. He flipped her over, forced her on her hands and knees, and fucked her from behind. At first, she thought he was going to do that, but thankfully, he didn't.

He forced her head down to the ground as he continued to ride her from behind. He teased her clit as she came again. She was screaming so loudly, surely the whole castle must think he was killing her. Finally, he turned her over and fucked her so he could see her face.

"HERMIONE... OH... GOD...!" he shouted loudly.

She was beyond mortified. She was never going to look at another painting again!

"Oh shit! Your pussy is so good, Hermione, fuck me... AHHHH!" he roared.

He came so violently, it looked like it hurt. He was exhausted and soaking with perspiration.

He rose up from her and summoned a blanket and pillow for her.

"Would you like the pillow for your head or your..." he trailed off, smiling wickedly.

"How could you?" she hissed quietly as she hit him with the pillow. "You know those old busybodies heard everything we did and said!"

"That was for giving me blue-balls, wife. And if you ever try a stunt like that again, I will ream your sweet ass until you cry!" he whispered viciously.

She looked petrified. "Oh, don't worry, it'll only hurt a lot...at first." He smiled as he got up and helped her off the floor. She got up and winced with every step they took. He whisked her up from the floor and put her in bed, summoning some healing oils to his side.

He lovingly massaged her sex gently until she sighed in delight. He kissed her on her nose and tucked her in.

"I will cancel your morning classes, love," he whispered. "I also know I'll pay later for taking over my own punishment. I just couldn't let what you said in front of the portraits slide."

"Do you feel all right?" he asked seriously as he looked into her face. "Any pain?"

"I'm fine," she purred sleepily. "Those oils made everything tingle and feel so warm and nice."

He smirked as she fell asleep. He kissed her lips. He loved how they naturally pouted in her sleep.

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When he stepped into his office, showered, dressed, and ready to face his first class of dunderheads for the day, he couldn't help but hear the guffaws and sounds of shock coming from the portraits. He turned around to address them.

"Have any of you anything constructive to say?" he asked smoothly.

Dumbledore spoke for the group. "No, my boy, I daresay none of us have anything constructive to say in the least. But we still have a lot we'd like to say," he said amusedly.

Severus raised his hand. "I do not wish to hear it, and as Headmaster, you all are forbidden to speak of anything you witness or hear in this office or my personal chambers to anyone. Is that clear?"

"Of course!" chided Headmistress Derwett. "But, Headmaster, did you have to hurt Madam Snape so?"

"Trust me, she is not hurt," he said absent-mindedly as he gathered his papers from his desk.

"But, she cannot teach her morning classes! This is most unseemly!" she said in a huff.

"Madam Snape is not hurt. She is merely resting. She is quite...worn out," he drawled.

More snickers came from the portraits. Hell, even Snape's mouth twitched.

"As long as you both are happy, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly.

"I assure you, Madam Snape is most serene and agreeable. Good day."

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Mortified two hours later, Hermione showered and dressed for the day. The first thing she did was to have the house-elves send her up an early lunch; she was ravenous. Then she entered her husband's office in her dressing gown and made a to-do list. She had a column of student's names she wanted expelled. That was going to be her first task. She wrote each letter by hand and left them blank for her husband's signature. When she met with her seventh-years in the afternoon, she would dismiss them in front of the others and order them to their common rooms to remain until their parents could collect them.

As she ate her lunch, she made a list of all the things she wanted to discuss with Miss Rita Skeeter. First, she was going to see Kingsley and see if he would accompany her. However, she had to make sure he was going to play along with her bluff. Perhaps, Robards would come to give credence to her scheme.

She looked up when she heard a titter from one of the portraits and blushed as she lowered her head to her work. She was so humiliated. The portraits were silent for the most part except for a snort here and there. She had then glared at the offenders so viciously; the others had remained in complete silence for the duration.

When Severus returned to his office, he noticed her anger and came to her side to kiss her cheek.

She tensed as his lips touched her cheek, and she rose imperiously, thrusting her letters into his hands. "Sign these so I can have them owled immediately!" she barked at him.

He sat down and relaxed in his chair, studying her annoyed expression.

Finally, she burst. "I don't know how you have the nerve to look at me, let alone kiss me, after...after what you did!" she whispered angrily.

He laughed richly and stood to embrace her. "I love you, Hermione. You have to admit I just finished something you started. Now, you're angry with me because I beat you at your own game!"

"Alright, no more dirty pool! But you still have to keep your word to me!" she chided.

"Yes, my dear, I shall expel all these nasty students, each and every one of the blighters. I will also sit back happily and watch you have my entire staff for your dinner," he confirmed sarcastically.

"I'm going to the Ministry and then to the Daily Prophet," she said.

"Going to have a little beetle for brunch?" he asked with a smirk.

She sniffed her nose as she tucked her wand in her pocket. "No, I've already eaten, but I'll make sure I take a jar with me, in case I get peckish later," she said maliciously.

After she'd left, Dumbledore spoke up. "Amazing, isn't she?"

"Absolutely," Severus said with a lusty grin.

***

Kingsley chuckled with laughter as Hermione told him of her plan.

"Of course, Hermione, I would love to help you with your ruse; however, it really doesn't have to be. Defamation of character, especially accusations of infidelity, is taken rather seriously in our world," he said soberly.

Hermione sighed. "Well, we have enough problems at Hogwarts than adding this to the list. If I could scare her or intimidate her into leaving us alone, it would be all for the better," she admitted.

"Well, if it's an Auror you want, I'm sure I can get old Gawain to accompany us. He's in today, lucky for you," he said smiling.

Hermione was nearly jumping up and down with glee. As the three of them planned for their visit to Rita Skeeter, the laughter rose high and poured through the Auror Department. The other Aurors thought how good it was to hear laughter again.

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Rita Skeeter saw Hermione walking towards her office. "I'll be buggered!" she muttered to herself as a smile crept across her powered face. She checked her face and hair in the mirror, making sure her short blonde curls were perfect and her red lipstick was in place. "Lovely, all right then!" she said to herself. She turned around in time for the three visitors to walk in uninvited.

"My, my! Minister, Auror Robards, Madam Snape! What a pleasure to have you here in my humble workplace!" she smiled falsely.

Hermione smiled saccharine-sweet in return. "Rita, how tedious this has become! I thought you and I had finished with all this nastiness years back!"

"Well, when a story is actually thrown in one's lap, one does has a responsibility to the readers to keep them aware!" she explained.

"It's interesting, Rita, that you seem to know so much about the goings on at Hogwarts. You haven't been flitting about, have you?" Hermione pushed.

"You can stop with the veiled threats, Hermione," she said snidely. "I am now a registered Animagus, but, no, I have not been anywhere near Hogwarts. It's like I said. When one is practically thrown such information..."

Hermione interrupted. "Information from whom? Students? How have you reached them? And then there is something that has bothered me about your article. You claim information that Professor Holden seduced Professor Selinski and then broke his heart. Have you been speaking with the teaching staff?"

Rita smiled smugly. "I know all about your contracts, Hermione. It isn't my fault if some of them decide to just throw away their careers. It isn't as if I went tracking them down!" she said defensively.

"What have you been doing, pray tell?" asked Hermione softly.

"I have been in Hogsmeade, speaking with students who have freely given me information without so much as a question thrown at them! I would look to your own house for treachery, Madam, not here," she said cryptically.

"Listen, you shrew!" Hermione spat as she leaned over the reporter's desk. "I have the Minister of Magic and the Head Auror here to take you in under a complaint of defamation of character! You have falsely accused my husband of adultery and may have single-handedly ruined the career of a very talented Transfiguration Professor, one who has come to Hogwarts with excellent references and reputation!"

Rita Skeeter stood up tall and leaned over to match Hermione's stance. "Madam Snape, I can only say to you that you need to look towards your own people for your traitor. You have invited a viper into your cozy love nest. I have actually done you a grand favor by writing as I have. Nothing else would have brought your attention to what is occurring right under your very nose if I hadn't ruffled your feathers!" she said in a sinister voice.

Auror Robards spoke up, "Ms. Skeeter, if a crime is being committed you are under obligation of the law to bring it to the attention of the Auror Department!"

"You want me to give up my sources?" she screeched.

"No, Ms. Skeeter," said Kingsley diplomatically as he remained calmly seated. "However, what of the situation? You surely can tell of facts without revealing your sources. I must reiterate what Madam Snape has said. I do not bluff. We will haul you in this minute and throw you in Azkaban if you do not comply!" he threatened.

"Fine!" she spat. She sat hard in her chair and folded her hands on her desk. "You and the Headmaster have been very foolish! I bring the two of you together so you would be ready to face the future calamity you've placed upon yourselves, and this is the thanks I get!"

"Whatever are you on about?" Hermione said impatiently.

Rita rolled her eyes in irritation. "Your husband should not have placed his ego over his better judgment! He placed that Muggle-born as Head of Slytherin House. Do you even realize the kind of trouble that stirred up? And you accuse me of slander!" She laughed heartily now.

"Stop it!" Hermione yelled. "What trouble?"

"You and your husband have been so wrapped up in each another, it's just been bordering on the precious!" she said sourly. "You have fallen for every line, every action, every set-up. You want a real victim? Look at that American witch. She's the real victim, poor cow, getting friendly with people she didn't know. How could Snape have been so stupid? An ex-Death Eater to boot! Hah! He's lost his touch, he has!"

Hermione was getting furious. She grabbed her wand pointed it at the witch. "I want answers right now! If you don't start talking, I'm going to force you into your Animagus form and put you in my jar." She produced a small jar for her to see. "Look, no air holes!"

Rita Skeeter jumped up and screamed at Kingsley and Robards. "Did you hear that? She is threatening me! That has to be against the law!"

"Well, I can't say I really heard that," said Robards vaguely. "Did you hear something, Kingsley?"

"Can't say as I did. Must be my hearing," he said with mock concern.

"See, Rita, your vacillating ways are at an end. You are going to tell me what I need to know right now, or so help me!" she warned.

"Fine!" she yelled. "You have a Death Eater in your midst. You'd best hope the damage done hasn't been permanent! Not only one Death Eater, but his mistress, to boot!" she said with a satisfied smile.

"Death Eaters!" growled Kingsley. "Who? I demand you reveal the name of this Death Eater at once!" he roared.

"No need, Minister," said Hermione. "I have a suspicion. Tell me Rita, is it Domask?"

Rita smiled proudly. "Right in one, Hermione. I would have thought you of all people would have learned not to trust the dashing lads of Durmstrang after learning Victor Krum had been a Death Eater."

"Hermione," interrupted Kingsley. "How did you know?"

Hermione kept a wary eye on Rita while her mind began to reel. "Severus told me Domask walked in on one of his meetings with Professor Holden. She had been trying to talk to Severus about her breakup with Selinski. He mentioned Domask saved him from her trying to turn him into a 'girlfriend,'" she said with a confused tone.

Hermione turned back to Rita Skeeter, her sensed sharp again. "But that's why Severus refused Domask the post! He didn't want any Durmstrang teacher in charge of Slytherin House!" she yelled.

Rita laughed raucously. "Oh, and it just gets better! You played right into his hands. Sowing seeds of magical plants isn't the only thing he knows, my lovely. He knows how to sow the seeds of discontent. He has been using his Herbology classes as a cover for his more darker activities: converting your precious pure-bloods into reviving an Old Cause!"

Hermione felt ill. How could they have been so deluded! "Wait!" she said as she forced herself not to vomit. "You said he has a mistress. Please, you have to tell me!"

Rita lit a cigarette and pondered her options. "Oh, my dear, it's much worse than you could even imagine!"

Hermione sat down shakily. "What is it?" she asked fearfully.

"Your dear Miss Emilie Beauharnis. She is with Domask. But you knew that, didn't you?" she said with a wink and a smirk.

"Yes, she told me. Why would she tell me?" asked Hermione confused.

"Well, it was vital to the plan to get you all worried and upset that your husband was shagging that American bint, you know, cause doubting and worries that would serve to distract you both from what was happening under your very noses. Of course, then after a fashion, they had to get you sufficiently secure in your knowledge that she wasn't interested in old Snape so that the next part of the plan could be executed: getting you to leave and ruining Severus Snape."

Hermione's mind whirled. She couldn't breathe. Her face turned beet red. That day in the woods! Oh My God!

Rita called her out of her stupor. "Oh, Hermione, the fact of our mutual dislike of one another was probably the best thing to come out of this mess," she mused.

Kingsley had finally stood, and he and Robards were confused. "What is she talking about?" prodded Kingsley.

Hermione's eyes darted around as she tried to piece it all together. "I don't know for sure, but I was in the woods one day, and I stumbled upon Professors Holden and Selinski...shagging! I came across Emilie in the woods as well, and she and I talked and... watched. She told me I could learn...things..." she mumbled.

Rita laughed heartily. "You want to know what was happening? Do you really want to know?" she asked viciously.

"Your dear Herbology and Muggle Studies professors had them under the Imperius Curse with a Modified Memory Charm. The idea just 'happened' upon Holden and Selinski to start shagging, and then suddenly, after you had let your guard down and trusted your dear husband, Emilie let it slip that the American bitch had dumped her lover and was at that moment...alone...as she had been for many a Monday nights with your husband!" she said dramatically.

Hermione thought she was losing her mind. "How do you know these things?" she practically screamed.

Rita shook her head sadly. "Oh, Hermione, haven't you learned anything? I do what I do best. I get information, and I am not above eavesdropping," she said as she spread her hands. "Being an Animagus such as I has its benefits. Although, once I overheard a couple of very stupid Slytherin girls gossiping about the plot to overthrow the Headmaster by discrediting him, I felt a responsibility to go to Miss Beauharnis and extract whatever information I could."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You mean you blackmailed her!" she shouted.

Rita sighed as she played with her curls on the side of her head. "Blackmail is such an ugly term. I like extract much better," she said as she smiled viciously.

Hermione steeled herself and walked closer to the witch. "It doesn't matter. You deliberately and with intent withheld knowledge of criminal activities on the grounds of my school. You are finished, Rita," she said with a glint in her eye.

Rita turned pale. "But I helped!" she shrieked. "I wrote an article that would force you to come here and interrogate me. I don't want to be on any Death Eater's hit list!"

Hermione was in a rage. She looked at Robards who excused himself and Disapparated.

Kingsley spoke up. "Miss Skeeter, you are not to leave London, nor are you to transform yourself into your Animagus form. You will report first thing to my office in the morning." He mumbled a spell, and a glow came over the reporter, which then vanished.

Hermione looked at him incredulously.

"It is a charm to ensure she does not leave the city and is unable to transform," he explained.

He gathered Hermione and helped to escort her out. Rita called after them nervously, "We'll talk about a deal, right? I was helpful! I don't keep alliances with Death Eaters!"

Hermione left with Kingsley, her legs shaking and her voice unsteady. "Why, why? This is insane! We brought these people into our lives, our school...to teach our children!"

Kingsley kept his lips firm, holding Hermione close to him as they Disapparated to Hogsmeade.

He led her into the Witch's Wardrobe.