Chapter 4: The Morass, Part 2
Chapter 4 of 28
SubversaNow Complete! ~Winner Rd 3 Quill to Parchment for Best Fanon Het, Best AU, Best WIP!~ Hermione is cursed by the Death Eaters, and Dumbledore believes Professor Snape is the only one who can help her and keep her safe. Hermione is 18 years old in this story, but she is still a student.
ReviewedA/N: Ladies, I regret to say that this is the end of chapters which are already complete, so the next update may be longer than two days. In addition, I have received my prompt for the SSHG Winter Exchange on Live Journal - but I am committed to completing this story - and have I ever left you in the lurch? Exactly!
Please be aware that this chapter might need a mild BDSM warning for a bit of spanking. I had no intention of "going there," but the Muse was insistent. So was Severus, for that matter. Some Bushy-Haired People need to be more considerate and that's all he has to say about that.
Love to alpha reader Sshg316, beta reader DeeMichelle, and Brit-picker MagicAlly.
Chapter 4: The Morass, Part 2
Hermione cried into her professor's neck, exhausted and humiliated, with only the lessening of the awful sexual compulsion as a comfort. Professor Snape held her safely in his lap, but he neither petted her, nor murmured reassurances as she cried and she was rather glad. Without a doubt, the uttering of insincere platitudes would have sent her straight up the wall.
Shifting slightly, she looked up into his face; the ugly hooked nose drew the eye away from his extremely fine eyes, black as pitch, with long, curling eyelashes. At the moment, he was glaring at the distance as if it had personally offended him. The stringy hair was baby-fine and attached to an excessively oily scalp; Hermione knew there were girls in her House with similar hair who were forced to shampoo twice a day to combat greasiness. To be fair, she couldn't imagine either Harry or Ron going to such trouble, so it was not surprising that this man stalked through his days with exceedingly greasy hair hanging about his face he had no wife to remind him to wash it, did he?
Tentatively, she reached a finger to move a strand of hair back from his face, and she was startled into crying out when her wrist was clamped in a steely grasp.
'What do you think you are doing, Miss Granger?' the silky voice demanded, his glare now fixed on her face.
'I was just ...' she began, but he cut across her.
'Please do me the courtesy of keeping your hands to yourself,' he snapped.
Hermione flushed at the rebuff, and scrambling to her feet, she discovered that she was naked.
'Don't look!' she cried, diving for the dressing gown and crouching, her back to him, as she wrapped its voluminous folds about her.
A derisive sound came from him, but he did not speak; she stood then and turned to face him again. 'I should be getting back to my room, now,' she said, her chin rising.
Professor Snape returned her challenging look blandly. 'Be my guest,' he replied. 'I should perhaps inquire, though, if you actually read the text I marked for you.'
Brown eyes flashed. 'I have never failed to complete an assignment you have given me, Professor,' she retorted.
One sardonic eyebrow rose at her proclamation. 'Do you recall what information was given regarding the effects of the curse for the first seventy-two hours?' he inquired quietly.
Hermione felt a wave of futility wash over her. 'You could provide me with the sedative,' she began, but once again he interrupted her.
'I would never do so,' he replied firmly. 'The sedative is habit-forming, and it will not truly combat the impulse, Miss Granger it will only dull the effects, and only for a very short period of time.'
Tears started to her eyes again. 'Then what am I going to do?' she cried.
His gaze never wavered from her face, and his manner was unnervingly normal, not at all the unpleasant, sarcastic teacher to whom she had become accustomed. 'If you are interested in my recommendation, I would suggest that you join me for breakfast here, in my sitting room. After you eat, you will undoubtedly need to sleep, as will I, for we have been up all night, Miss Granger.'
Her eyes darted to the clock over his mantelpiece and she saw that it was just past six o'clock.
'The compulsion will come upon you many more times over the next three days,' he continued inexorably, 'and no matter how much both of us wish that was not the case, there is no point in ignoring the inevitable, is there?'
With a defeated sigh, Hermione sagged onto the sofa. 'I hate it,' she whispered, and even as she spoke, she felt the first throb of the return of her torment.
Professor Snape was still watching her closely, and he seemed to know exactly what she was feeling as she felt it.
'It has been exactly thirteen minutes, Miss Granger, since your last orgasm,' he informed her as if to convince her further of an argument he had already won.
Hermione blushed scarlet to hear him say it so baldly, but she also felt a feral pulse between her legs as he spoke.
'You are welcome to fight it, if you wish,' he said, 'but I would just as soon deal with it so we can eat our breakfasts.'
Hermione struggled to push the unwelcome desire away, hating Lord Voldemort, Headmaster Dumbledore, and Professor Snape all with equal vehemence in that moment. Trying to concentrate on something else, she stared down at her knees, beginning to mentally catalogue the Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood, only to be diverted to thoughts of having his hand thrusting into her, driving her surely over the edge which now beckoned to her again. She was therefore unable to refrain from grabbing that hand when it appeared before her face, and in so doing, she was immediately cognizant of the fact that his fingers still reeked of her scent.
'Come with me,' he said. 'We will be more comfortable in the bedroom.'
Hermione went with him readily, entering once again the darkened room through which she had passed going to and from the bathroom. He released her hand after they had entered the bedroom, lighting the candles and taking care to close and ward the door against intrusion.
'Why don't you get up on the bed?' he suggested neutrally.
The flaming need licking at her mind and body agreed with this proposal and she complied eagerly, flinging the dressing gown unheeded to the floor and clambering up on the high, old-fashioned four-poster bed. On another occasion she might have been curious to see that her Potions master's bedcovers consisted of a nubby white counterpane over soft, oft-washed white cotton sheets. For now, all she wanted was satiation the sooner, the better.
'Hurry,' she moaned, beyond the ability to feel shame for her wanton behaviour.
Professor Snape approached her, saying, 'Why don't you sit in the middle.'
Hermione felt the thrill again, excitement rising in her. She scrambled to obey him, saying breathlessly, 'Why? Will it feel better?'
She felt the mattress dip as his weight joined hers on the bed and he settled behind her. 'The soft tissues of your genitals are going to take a beating over the next few days,' he explained, his professorial tone detracting somewhat from the erotic possibilities of the topic. 'If it is possible to vary your position, we can hope to minimise that.'
Unbidden, Hermione scooted back until her back was flush against his chest, and she felt her first flash of desire for the body of the man behind her.
'Why don't you undress, too?' she asked.
He did not respond to her question, but rested his hands on his wool-covered thighs, in whose v-shape Hermione was now nestled. 'Put my hands where you want them,' he said.
Hermione felt his breath upon her ear, stirring the hair against her cheek as he spoke, and she felt the stab of wanting again.
'Not just your hands,' she said, attempting to turn to face him. 'All of you ....'
The implacable hands rose to clamp onto her shoulders, pinning her in place. 'No,' he growled, and a fresh wave of goose bumps broke over her skin at the feral sound.
Without another word, she pulled his hand to her aching vulva. 'Do it,' she pleaded, and she cried out with pleasure when he immediately began to stroke her clitoris. She leant back against him, pulling her knees up and spreading her thighs further apart, giving him more access. 'More,' she begged, and he increased the pressure slightly, causing her to buck against his hand.
Grabbing his other hand, she pulled it to her mouth, unceremoniously plunging his index finger into her warm, greedy mouth, and sucked. Suddenly he jerked his hand from her mouth and removed the other from her clitoris.
'Don't do that!' he thundered at her, his lips right next to her ear.
Moving quickly, Hermione twisted to face him, twining her fingers in his hair and pressing her lips to his with inexpert force.
'Dammit!' he roared, and before Hermione knew what had happened, he had flipped her so that she lay face down across his lap and his hand came down on her bum with a ringing slap.
'Ouch!' she cried, struggling, but he held her in a vise-like grip and delivered another blow, this time to the opposite arse cheek.
'I have very little choice in this,' he said, panting slightly as he rained smacks on alternating sides of her bum, 'but what choice I have, I will exercise, Miss Granger! Is that clear?'
The only thing that was clear to Hermione was that this ignominious spanking was heightening her arousal. Squirming forward slightly, she parted her thighs further, offering her fanny as well as her bum for spanking.
She could not see, but felt her professor's consternation, for he stopped spanking and remained motionless for what seemed an eternity to the needy naked woman on his bed. At last she spoke. 'I apologise, Professor, but I can't reach your hands to put them where I want them would you please spank me and finger me until I climax?'
There was another eternal moment of silence, but at last he began to spank her again, this time with a touch no less firm, yet with somewhat less force. Now his blows were distributed less on her cheeks and more directly to her fanny, which made a squelching sound with each direct hit, and each impact travelled directly to her clit, a divine form of torture.
After several blows, the same hand cupped her mons, then he slipped his fingers within, curving down and around until his fingertips found her pleasure centre. 'Yes!' Hermione cried, 'yes don't stop!'
True to her instructions, the wicked fingers circled, rubbed, and plucked at her while she bucked wildly, trying to increase the contact, until a shattering climax hit her, seeming to spread from her head to her toes like brushfire. The finger movement stopped then, and he simply cupped her mound as the orgasm raged through her body, seeming to hold her anchored by his grasp on her sex.
When her tremors ceased, he moved her gently from his legs and retrieved the dressing gown from the floor. 'Do you need the lavatory?' he asked, extending the garment to her.
Hermione pulled the fabric over her nudity and shook her head numbly. 'No I only want to sleep.'
It seemed to her then that her professor fled the room into the lavatory, where she was certain she heard him ward the door against sound and entry before all became quiet. She scarcely had time to wonder what sound he wished to conceal before she was sound asleep.
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Poor Hermione, and poor Severus too but I trust you to lead them to safe harbor.
That was wonderful. I love your work.
Never in my many years of devouring fan fiction have I come upon a more perfect work! I was enthralled from start to finish! You truly have a gift & I thank you for a most enjoyable read. I have neglected all responsibility, but I have not one regret! I look forward to reading more of your work.
Ahhh, i love those roses.. I was a florist for a few years and worked with them daily, they're tied with anther type for my favorite ever. EVER. Lol
Don't worry, I speak some German, and honeybunch is correct, merry Christmas. :) enjoying the story so far, even if the plot has taken over the porn lol. No really, i don't mind, the story keeps you interested in things beyond three scope of their bed.
Love this story. I've read it so many times. Good characterisations, good plot & very hot!
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For a moment I wondered why Morgan would fight to get someone who clearly didn't feel the same way about her. How could she possibly think she could screw Severus Snape over and win him at the same time? For that matter, why would anyone be in a relationship with someone who loathed them even if they could force them? But then as quick as I could click my mouse to the next chapter, I thought about all the stupid, silly things women think they can change in a man and realized she thinks that if she can just get Severus for herself, she can make him want her, she can change him. First of all, the slag has too hight of an opinion of her self. Second, the stupid cow hasn't been on earth long enough to learn what this old hag, who has been married to the same man for 33 years, knows. That is, you can't change anything in a man, no matter how long you wait. Not one single thing. You either take him as he is, because the benefits out weigh the bull shit, or you need to move on while you still have your youth and your looks.
Well, I hope Hermione learned an important lesson about life that I needed to be reminded of with regard to "great men". Many, many better men have been willingly sacrificed on the alter of their great master, even though he were a lesser man, in vain. It is the way of power and politics. If one can't change the situation, one possible choice is to resign one's self to his place in the game and do his duty with honor and valor. Ha! Severus Snape is not truly resigned when it comes to Voldemort. "Revenge is a dish best served cold," indeed! Our mighty Potions Master is patiently working his master's demise. Once that is accomplished his other master will hopefully leave him to live his life as he pleases, only Severus doesn't expect to live. He may have resigned himself to the part of a pawn, but he will take The Dark Lord with him on his way down. Severus' original creator was no better than Voldemort or Dumbledore. Thank heavens, worthy bard, that you have seen fit to make his end more sweet.
The first time I read this I had thought that Viktor had coupled with Hermione, but now I see he was gallant enough to stop when he saw her crying and rock her instead. He isn't like that swine, Ronald. Please let me know if I'm incorrect. It is very handy that Viktor was knowledgeable about Hermione's condition, was non judgmental, saw that is wasn't anything personal, Hermione wasn't rejecting him, and he understood compulsions spells. She really needed someone who understood and wouldn't judge at that moment. It was also very handy that Viktor's presence ending up forcing Severus to face his feelings when he was attacked by the green eyed monster. (And, I'm on referring to Lily.) I'm very glad Viktor didn't get in trouble for casting the imperious. He did it out of compassion. 5 stars to Viktor Krum. I'm also very glad Severus has sorted himself out. I'm sure Hermione is too.
Response from Subversa (Author of The Love You Take)
You are correct. Viktor did not force himself on Hermione when he saw her distress.
Response from Subversa (Author of The Love You Take)
You are correct. Viktor did not force himself on Hermione when he saw her distress.
Albus asks too much of Severus Snape. He is only human. By giving him permission to have a relationship with Hermione after graduation, is Dumbledore recanting the order to let her go when the curse is lifted? If Severus wasn't so distraught wouldn't he hear permission to become emotionally attached to Hermione in Albus' words? It's so tragic that a man like Severus Snape must sublimate he very feelings, his thoughts, his future and every thing he is or will be to a Master. Albus tells him what to do, how to do it, how to think and how to feel. He is nothing more than Albus Dumbledore's secret weapon. Severus' life is worse than that of a house elf to the Dark Lord. I imagine that Voldemort dosn't give two shits about what his house elves think or feel or what they do in their free time, as long as they do their job. Poor Hermione. She is a good girl. She is sweet, forgiving and level headed. She didn't ask for this, but she has done the best anyone could ever be expected to do under these circumstances. She doesn't want to be a burden to Professor Snape. I can't remember if she knows that Severus has been ordered not to become too attached to her because he has to act as if this never happened when the curse is removed. If she knew this maybe she could speak to Professor Dumbledore about letting her and Severus work that out on their own. Severus is gallant and won't force himself on Hermione if she doesn't want him. Dumbledore knows he wouldn't. There is no way for this to end well, except for these two to end up together. Surely Dumbledore is beginning to see this.
They are both daft not to already know they are hopelessly in love with each other. I can't believe the level of denial Severus manages to maintain. I guess he doesn't want to get his hopes up. But what now? Is he convinced? I'm not surprised Hermione followed him and I'm not surprised he knew she was there. I'm not surprised he didn't want to upset her but I'm a little surprised he thought he could actually get away with the whole thing. He should expect more from Hermione. She may not be Slytherin but she isn't stupid. Silly silly man! How many times will he continue to underestimate her?
Mighty kinky fun to be had doing the naughty with your hunky Professor under the feet of your friends if they were to look. I do think that Viktor's willingness to cast the imperious charm was to help Hermione. And he did apparently do her. I think he was also trying to give her some surcease from sorrow and getting a little delight of his own. I do think Viktor cares for her. But, the big BUT, she belongs to Severus Snape and the sooner he gets them promised to each other the better. Many marriages have be built on so much less than what these two have in common as people and what they have suffered together. All he needs to do after Voldemort is dead is have Hermione look in the mirror. If she sees her and Severus getting married, he will know that is the greatest wish of her life after the curse has been lifted.
I must say good night!
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I want you to know that I am reading your reviews and enjoying them very much. I'm so glad you're enjoying this story; it is very, very near to my heart.
Response from Subversa (Author of The Love You Take)
I want you to know that I am reading your reviews and enjoying them very much. I'm so glad you're enjoying this story; it is very, very near to my heart.
my cat won"t let me type. 
What-an-Ass! Men are so stupid. Maybe if he promised to put a good word in for him, Ron would give him a blow job when he finished his duties to Hermione and they could be mates. If he promised never to cum in Hermione again maybe Ronald would let him bugger him after he was finished with Hermione. Ronald could become he right hand. Snape wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his own hand and Ron, but it would help him alienate and humiliate Hermione even more effectively.
It's been years, and I still need therapy for the mishandling of Severus Snape's fate in the DH. I don't know what I would have done if it were not for you, gentle writer, and those like you who have faithfully continued to craft a life befitting of Severus Snape and rubbing out JKR's embarrassment and shameful invention of such an Un-Snape-like demise. Nimue's colossal crystal dildo!!!! As if the greatest potions master in the world, supremely puissant wizard and preeminently consummate, hard core and lifelong spy would have allowed himself to be killed by the venom of Voldemort's familiar, known assassin and a weapon Severus Snape had had years to prepare against. 
PA-LEESE!
And for the sake of every god known to man, Hermione Granger would never SETTLE for Ronald Weasley as her mate for life!!!!! 
BLESS YOU, MY DEAREST THERAPEUTIC CRAFTER OF THE WRITTEN WORD! 
I wonder if she is too innocent to recognize his fury as the jealousy it is? I know he is worried too, but he is passed the "I was worried for your safely" type of anger. I know she is thinking, "why does he have to be so mean about it?" I wonder if he will ever believe she wants him on her own. There are enough chapters for that to happen, I think. Thank Merlin Dumbledore go hold of the map! I hadn't thought of it, yet.
So much happened in this chapter! The most important is obviously the fact that she mentioned before sleep. In the storeroom she wanted him again "...just me wanting you,- without the curse." Perhaps now she can remember to use the coin. It was a wonderful wonderful chapter!!!!! My neuropathy is killing me but I couldn't stop reading. I must go lay down now. I love this story. I wish I had the time to comment further. Maybe later.
The picture is magnificent! I have to admit that Severus Snape took on a whole new persona when the trailers first came out and I found out that AR was going to play Snape. I remember the first trailer when my heart jumped into my throat. That was the instant when I became obsessed with this character and this actor. I had found him attractive before but never was he so sexy. I was delighted and scandalized that there was already some fan fiction with this couple. I had never read smut before and had never been attracted to bad boys, though I was 40 years old. But the combination of Severus Snape imagined as I thought AR would play him was my undoing.
Back on topic: The chapter was tender and compelling. My heart is well and truly engaged with this Severus and Hermione and their plight. You have done a masterful job of making your reader become quite emotionally affected by what they are experiencing. What a relief that they have come to some kind of understanding! Hermione, now knows he desires her. Poor Severus knows only that for now, she needs him and wants him to desire her. I can't imagine all the fears and insecurity that must be racing through their hearts and minds regarding the future. How can they help but become attached. To fall in love. What Severus doesn't know is that women fall in love with men whom they respect and Hermione has great respect for him. How could he know that a good woman can come to love any man who is good to her. He has no idea that a good woman would find it very hard to resist the love of a man that finds her beautiful and intelligent, and who makes her feel desired and cherished when he makes love to her? I am hoping that Hermione's obvious admiration of his body in moments when she isn't in the grip of the curse will convince him that she sees him as more than a convenient shag in time of need. And need I tell you that your writing is extremely sexy without being vulgar? That it is the epitome of erotica? Surely not.(Not that I don't enjoy well written vulgarity.)
I'd venture, never did anyone wish more that Monday would never come. How long can one make a Sunday evening last without being too tired for another day at work, just waiting for clock out time, only to become so absorbed in one's work as to stay late anyway. It happens to me all of the time, though never have I passed such a charming Sunday evening as Severus and Hermione. What I would give to be on that work bench... I am certain I would never stay late at work again unless under severe duress.
Dear poor Severus! It's only the second time I've said it I think. Pitiful! Down right pitiful! He's well and caught in this as I expected he would be. I hope young Hermione will take pity and not insult his pride without meaning to. I suppose it's only a matter of time before his tongue and lips won't be sufficient. They must call a truce and get over the reason they are here and just accept that it is thus for the foreseeable future. Hermione will hopefully express some gratefulness at his thoughtful care even if he didn't want the job. I am beginning to think that this curse also has some affect on the one the victim is fixed upon as well. He seems quite perceptive. On the other hand, maybe he's just that good.
I hope he becomes more cooperative. I totally understand the way he has approached this problem. His is being gentlemanly and is intent on not taking advantage of this young woman. However, they will both do better in the long run, I think, if after he has assured her he has no desire to take advantage of her sexually, he goes with the flow and gives her what she wants. His clinical approach will be even more embarrassing to Hermione but is the proper thing to do until they work out some relationship that isn't simply student and professor. I hope that doesn't take too long. Hermione would feel less embarrassed if she wasn't the only person behaving so wantonly.
I shall try my best not to write "poor Severus" with my every review. I don't know why I feel more sorry for him than I do for Hermione at the moment. Her condition is horrible. Most horrible for the fact that she isn't in control of what happens to her. Even if it wasn't sex magic she would not be able to resist the compulsions another has placed upon her and must rely heavily and exclusively on some one else. It is made worse only by the fact that being sex magic, she will be humiliated when she can realize that Professor Snape is being forced to help her when she has a moment of lucidity. I suppose my sympathy lies with Severus because of his vulnerability. He is vulnerable to Voldemort. He is vulnerable to Dumbledore and between he and Hermione, I think the potential for a truly broken heart that can't be unbroken resides more strongly with him. I shouldn't assume Hermione to be so shallow though. She is the same age as he was when his heart was broken possibly permanently by Lily Potter. I say "possibly" due to my hope and expectation that the reason you have written this story is so that Severus can have the love he deserves and will find it with Hermione. Merlin!!! How much worse it would be to be fixed on Dumbledore. Besides the fact that he is not sexy in the least and Severus is sex incarnate, he's gay and would not enjoy her attentions at all. At least if Severus can allow himself to enjoy his new fate, Hermione won't have to feel so terrible that he is forced to do this against his choosing, though willingly. How happy the circumstance is that they speak the same language and he could use the book to tell her what the situation is and that she would be able to understand and appreciate that approach. Unfortunately, they will both be mortified for a while, I think.
"...and when the time comes you will set her free to live out her life as if Your Master had never interfered with her." Fuck that, Dumbledore. Poor Severus. Every thing he can never have has been dumped at his feet. I am hoping that Hermione will love him and he will let her. At least I hope Snape isn't likely to die in this version of Tom Riddle's demise. A bang up start!!! I'm hooked!