Chapter 5

"Mmmm," Hermione moaned as Ron's fingers traced her labia through her knickers, and his tongue circled her exposed nipple. It had been so long since they'd been able to play like this. She arched against his mouth and moved a hand down to press against his, holding it firmly to her center. Her other hand tangled in Ron's hair, moving from his scalp down, down, down...

'Ron's hair has grown,' Hermione thought. Realization hit her instantly. This wasn't Ron. She was Snape's captive. Her eyes remained closed, but she didn't move, though her body stiffened. Had Snape finally made good on his promise to have her screaming his name in ecstasy? She was partly excited about this and partly afraid.

'But he's with you, isn't he? Lavender wouldn't...' Her thoughts screeched to a halt as a long fingernail clawed its way beneath the hem of her knickers, scratching at her crinkly hair. "Bloody hell!" Hermione yelled, moving away quickly. "Lavender! What the...? Why are you...? GET OUT! NOW!"

"You wanted me, didn't you?" Lavender asked smugly. "I knew it!"

Hermione pointed a shaky finger towards her door, wishing for her wand.

"Admit it. You wanted me touch you. You liked it!"

"I... I didn't know it was you! I thought you were..." She'd nearly said Ron's name out loud, but that would only give Lavender fuel for her fire of malcontent and enable her to throw something else in her face.

"Yes, I do realize that you called me Severus, but still, you liked what I was doing, and you were moaning and going on!" Lavender said, slowly making her way around the bed and towards Hermione.

"What? Snape's name?" she asked in disbelief.

"Mmmhmmm," Lavender said, smirking. "Only it wasn't Snape; it was, 'Oh, Severus, yes.'"

"Ridiculous. Get out," Hermione said, pushing Lavender roughly. "I won't say it again." She was utterly humiliated by this turn of events. What would Lavender tell Snape? What would she tell Ron when they got out – if they ever got out? She'd thought it was Ron who was touching her at first, so why would she say Snape's name – his given name at that!

"You will leave now," Snape said from the doorway.

"Oh, God," Hermione said, slapping her palm to her forehead. Her embarrassment had reached its maximum amount.

Striding towards Hermione, he said, "Are you all right?"

She took another step back, coming to rest against the desk behind her. "Please... just go."

He paused and turned back to Lavender's retreating form. "Stop." She did. "Turn." She complied. "Strip." She grinned and began taking her things off.

"What are you...?"

"Silence, Miss Granger," he said quietly.

Lavender removed her frivolous nightwear eagerly, dancing about slightly as she did so. Once the last of her garments were on the floor, she stilled completely and looked around. "What am I doing in here?"

"You were in here accosting Miss Granger, begging for her affection from what I could see," Snape said, sneer in place. "She wishes for you to leave."

"I would never..." Lavender's horror was evident on her face. She began scrambling for her clothes, pulling them on.

Hermione didn't know what to make of things. It seemed that Lavender had been under some spell. Whatever the case, it seemed she was saved of her humiliation, and the tables had been turned.

Once Lavender was dressed, she said, "I shouldn't have come, Hermione. I apologize."

"That will be all," Snape said by way of dismissal. "You will go to bed now and not get up again."

"Yes, sir."

When the door closed behind the girl, Snape looked at Hermione and held out a hand to her. As she took it, he said, "I trust you are confused."

"Yes," she whispered, allowing him to guide her towards her bed where he sat next to her.

"What I am about to tell you is of utmost secrecy. It could mean our lives..."

Sitting up straighter, Hermione nodded for him to continue, hoping his secret would contain a way out of this for her.

"I've been instructed by the Dark Lord to create a potion that can be used like an Imperius Curse. Once a person's clothing is soaked in it, they will be at the command of another." He nodded towards the doorway. "Your companion has been my test subject."

"You used an untested potion on her! How could you? I..." Her voice trailed off as she pondered this. He'd not used the potion on her but on Lavender. Why? What did this mean?

"Better her than you," he pointed out. "Tonight was my last test. I will have no further need for Miss Brown to remain here. She will, unfortunately, have to go with the Lestranges."

"But..."

"It would be suspicious if I denied Rodolphus and Bellatrix their booty."

Hermione's face reddened upon hearing the word, as it brought to mind more than ill-gained treasure. "What of me?" she asked in a small voice.

"I have need for you," he said, voice silky and low, face moving closer.

She had known that the moment would come at some point, and she'd thought about it over and again since that first night in his home. She was prepared. Boldly taking the initiative, she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his, relishing in the thought that he hadn't chose Lavender over her at all. He'd used the bint as a test subject, nothing more, and he was choosing her to be with, her to keep, her to be his.

His hands slid up to cup her face gently before he moved back to look at her. "Miss Granger, I assure you that..."

"Shh," she said, bringing her own hands up to pull him back to her. This time, though, their lips parted, and their tongues began the tango of passion, all else melting away from existence.

'Do it. Let him have you. In fact, have him. Be the aggressor.'

What about Ron?

'Ron was fucking Lavender! Payback is a bitch, isn't it?'

"Yes," she said aloud, breaking the kiss.

Obviously taking this as permission for something more, Snape pulled her onto his lap and began peppering her throat with chaste kisses. Hermione clutched at his shoulders and squirmed against him to get closer, wanting his lips to continue. Ron had never been like this with her. Snape's practiced hands were everywhere at once it seemed, and his mouth and tongue left her feeling dizzy. Unable to take it any longer, she pulled his face back up to hers and snogged him heavily, wanting to show him exactly how he made her feel. In the back of her mind, she wished Ron could see her then and see that she could find another who wanted her. Not wanting to think of him, though, she kept that part locked away.

"Mmmm," she moaned against Snape's mouth as his fingers found their way into her knickers and into her body, delving, digging, exploring. He must have appreciated what he felt, for he growled into her mouth and then slid his lips down to the base of her throat where he sucked on her neck furiously.

In the next instant, Hermione was shocked to find that he'd released his thick cock from his trousers and was slowly pushing it inside her. She was uncertain how that had happened without her noticing. It was then that panic took her and that she nearly pushed off of him completely. As it was, when she moved back to get off, he pulled her back to him roughly, sheathing himself completely.

"Oh – ow!"

"Shhh," he said between frantic nibbles on her neck.

Clutching at his shoulders, she tried not to move as he thrust up into her. His gaze met hers, and she realized that she'd never seen him so out of control of his emotions. His eyes were glinting with desire, his face was etched with pleasure, and his hair was tousled about. As she noted this, she realized that she had control over him. With her body, she could make the dastardly Severus Snape shed his aloof demeanor, make him feel something, make him want her...

Wanting him to like what he was getting, she began to grind her body against his when their pelvises met. The reward was satisfying – for the both of them. Jolts of heat and sparks of tingles filled her body, pooled in her center, and threatened to explode.

She couldn't help but to enthusiastically chase her feelings. Ron had never felt like this. "Oh... I feel... There's something..."

"So good... so good," he murmured in reply, picking up the pace. His deep upwards thrusts – along with her movements – had them both panting and sweating and wanting more. Mouths, lips, teeth, and tongues met and attempted to devour all in their path.

When his thrusts became erratic and his breaths became laced with grunts, she could stand it no longer and gave in to the powerful feeling coming to overtake her. In that instant, she was lost and would have given him anything he'd asked of her – headquarters' location, Harry's secrets... anything. Well, maybe not, but it would give her pause.

Many minutes passed with her head resting on his shoulder. At some point during sex, he'd fallen back against the mattress. Finally, he cleared his throat and moved her off of him. After he stood, he cast charms to clean their bodies, undressed completely, and then moved back next to her.

"Y-you still have need of me?" she asked, eyes wide.

He threw his head back and laughed in amusement. "My dear, Miss Granger, if you thought that I needed you for that, you were sorely mistaken."

"What?" she asked, horrified. He was laughing at her! He hadn't wanted her!

"When I said that I had a need for you, I meant for something else... However, since you seemed so intent on giving yourself to me, I felt inclined to allow you to have what you sought to give."

"But... I thought you... That night, you'd said that... You were just saying that, weren't you? I thought you wanted me." She felt silly and disappointed. And she knew that soon she'd be feeling much worse about herself and their situation.

One hand reached down and pulled at her nightgown, sliding it up her body. "I certainly do want you," he said firmly. "Again. And Again. As often as I can."

Excitement thrummed through her body. "Again?" It was a whisper.

"It's been so long since I've had time to do this properly." Soon her nightgown was tossed away, and her knickers followed. "I do hope that this is still agreeable to you?"

"What was it you really needed me for?" Hermione blurted suddenly.

"I would like to secretly create a spell to release the potion's hold over the person." He looked away and quietly added, "I'll admit to having a problem getting my spell to work. I thought perhaps you could look over my notes and see if anything makes sense."

Hope sprang in Hermione. He was still good. He was trying to help by secretly creating this spell to counter the potion's effects – without Voldemort's knowledge!

"Yes," she said softly.

"To what?" he asked, gazing at her intently.

"This is agreeable to me, and I will help you." She quickly pressed her lips to his. "For as long as you need me."

There was a momentary relieved expression followed by one of hope before he closed his eyes and allowed his mouth to find hers again.

"I promise," she added, not knowing why she needed to reassure him.

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Author's Notes: Thank you, Madam Goodsnatch, for looking this over for me, and I hope my readers will leave me little reviews to help my muse. I was so sad that I didn't get many last chapter. I was afraid everyone left the story. I have more coming soon. Oh, and for a disclaimer, you all know that JKR created these characters and that I'm not making money from this.