Require Your Assistance

Hermione opened her eyes after several minutes of a tap, tap, tap on her window. She rolled over to her left side to see Hedwig flapping around in the morning sky. She rose from the bed and massaged her jaw; it felt like she had been hit in the face. Must have slept on it funny. She unlocked her window and let the excited owl zoom inside. Hedwig settled on the rim of her vanity chair, held out her leg, and Hermione retrieved the letter. Before she opened the envelope, she took out an owl treat that she kept in a small tin on her desk and tossed it at Hedwig, who nearly swallowed it whole before flying away.

Hermione unrolled the parchment as she watched the owl fly off.

Hermione,

Tempting me with research--they do know how to get me to do something. Hermione placed the letter down and headed off to the shower, grinning. She turned on the water so it would warm up and went to the sink to floss and brush her teeth. She pulled out her floss from a drawer, unhooked a strand, and looked up into the mirror to do her teeth. She gasped.

"Crikey! What happened to my face?" she said reaching a finger up to her chin.

She turned her head slightly and saw a discoloration along her jaw. She lightly pushed in on her skin, but immediately stopped. No wonder my jaw hurts! I don't remember hitting it on anything... Maybe I did it in the middle of the night. I probably just rolled over and hit the corner of my nightstand.

She shrugged off her concern, finished flossing and brushing and showered. After she finished dressing, she went downstairs to have some toast and coffee. Then, she picked up the phone and dialed her cousin's number.

"I don't know what time I'll be back today, but let's just plan on meeting tonight at that new restaurant over by your pub," she said into the phone.

After she finished talking to Jezzie, she left a note for her parents and Apparated to Grimmauld Place.

"Hi, Hermione," Ron said as he opened the door. "Oy! What happened to your jaw?" Ron leaned forward to examine her bruised face more closely.

"I hit it on the nightstand. I took some healing potion for the pain, and the bruise should be gone by tomorrow," she said, pushing him in the chest so that he would get out of her personal space.

"Oh. Well, just to warn you, Snape is here. We didn't know he was coming... If you want, we can go in Harry's room and talk until he leaves."

Although she really didn't want to face him, she knew she couldn't hide forever. She was a Gryffindor, wasn't she? "No, I'll be fine. What's he doing here?"

"He said he had new information to give to The Order. Dumbledore isn't here yet, so he's waiting for him in the study. We just got back from training, and Harry's finishing in the shower. Want something to eat?"

"No, I just ate. Thanks."

As soon as they started off down the hall, there was another knock on the front door. Ron stopped and turned to answer it. It was Dumbledore.

"Good morning," he said, smiling brightly at Ron and her.

"Good morning, sir," she said.

"I believe Severus wanted to speak to the four of us in the study. Where's Harry?" Dumbledore asked, stepping inside.

Speak to the four of us?

"I'm coming, sir," Harry shouted from the top of the stairs. He came tromping down the stairs, gave Hermione a quick hug, and then the three of them followed Dumbledore into the study.

"Ah, Severus. Thank you for waiting," Dumbledore said, taking a seat across from him.

Harry and Ron sat on either side of Dumbledore, which left a seat open... next to Snape.

Hermione walked over to the chair as if nothing was wrong and sat down, careful to avoid his gaze. She would simply pretend he wasn't in the room.

"Why did you only want to see us?" Harry asked the tall man sitting next to her.

"It's about the Horcruxes. And I didn't want to involve the other members because they didn't know what you were hunting. I believe there might be another one," Snape said, sitting back into his chair and crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner.

"Interesting," Dumbledore said.

"Blimey, I thought our hunting days were over," Ron said, slumping back into his chair and crossing his arms across his chest, looking defeated.

"I was summoned very late last night, and he wanted to be sure I had a secure position at Hogwarts because I needed to guard something of his. He would not say what it was, just that he has something hidden there, and I'm to protect it. It would make sense that it's another Horcrux because he's still alive."

"Hmmm. Well, at least we have a location. You know I must ask you to find out what the object is, Severus."

"Of course. But for now, I'm sure it would be something along the lines of the others--something of importance to him. I figured our resident researcher could come up with some ideas. Of course, she'll have to come to the school and do an onsite exploration," he said, finally looking at Hermione.

She was fuming. How dare he suggest her for this! He had made it clear that her knowledge was worthless yesterday, and now, he wanted her to come to the castle during her summer break and do research?

"Hermione? Would you be willing to go to Hogwarts during the days and start researching? Or, would you still like to have the summer off?" Dumbledore asked her.

She didn't know what she wanted. But, since it was Dumbledore asking, and she hated turning him down, she said, "Yes, I could do that. The boys will be at their Auror training, so this will give me something to do."

The headmaster looked positively joyful at her acceptance.

It made her sick.

"Wonderful. We'll keep this a secret for now. Hermione, tomorrow, meet Severus here around noon. He will then bring you up to the school and go over your assignment," Dumbledore said.

Hermione finally turned toward Snape. The same smirk was playing on his face as he'd had the previous day before she found out her N.E.W.T scores. The same fucking smirk. And it wasn't the one he had used while they were in school. No, this smirk was devious. She could almost see the wheels clicking behind his coal black eyes. He was up to something, again.

Then, while she was staring hard into his eyes, an unexpected vision popped into her mind. It was very foggy and blurry, but she was remembering something--a dream perhaps. She saw Snape's eyes a few inches from her own. He was grinning, and then she felt a tingling sensation on her nipples, but as quickly as it had happened, it was over.

She quickly dropped her gaze and could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

Did I dream that last night? That stupid expression on his face must have triggered something.

"Severus, I'll walk you out," Dumbledore said, rising from his chair and interrupting her thoughts.

Hermione watched the two men leave the room, and as soon as the door shut, Harry said, "Another Horcrux! Can you believe this?"

"Hermione, are you going to be okay working with him?" Ron said, looking actually concerned for her rather than himself as he usually was.

"I'll be fine. But he's up to something; I know he is."

"I've been telling you that for years, Hermione!" Harry said.

Hermione leaned against the back of her chair, deep in thought. Is he going to set me up for failure? What's his problem?

"Hermione!" she heard Ron yelling.

"Sorry--I was just thinking."

"As I was saying, I thought we could continue looking up some different ways to make oneself immortal in different cultures," Harry said.

"Yes, Harry. That's a wonderful idea. We can do some now, but after tomorrow, I guess we'll have to do that after you guys finish your daily training and I'm done for the day at Hogwarts."

Since it was the weekend, Harry and Ron didn't have training. So, the three of them spent the day in Diagon Alley, replenishing any supplies they needed for Grimmauld Place and eating lunch. While Ron and Harry went to visit Fred and George, Hermione spent some time in Florish and Blotts.

Later that evening she left the boys and Apparated to the alley behind Jezzie's pub, leaving behind the warm summer air for the coolness of the pub as she walked inside.

"Hi," Jezzie said as Hermione approached the bar. "Give me just a second to finish up."

It didn't take long for Jezzie to finish her work, and the next moment, they were walking down the street, and Hermione was complaining.

"I can't believe he volunteered me like that, especially after what he said to me the other day!"

"Hermione, calm down. Who are you talking about?"

"Snape!" she shouted, stopping in the middle of the path.

"Ah... The one person who knows how to get under your skin--I should have known," the older girl said as she continued walking.

Hermione grabbed her cousin's upper arm. "Jezzie, I was supposed to have this summer off; I just did a year of hunting these horrible things and now... I have to do it again!"

"Well, Dumbledore was right; at least you have a location. And really, Hermione, you were getting bored not having anything important to do." Jezzie placed her hand upon Hermione's shoulder to try and calm her down.

"That's not the point," Hermione grumbled.

"What about the ancient magic you were looking up? Any luck there?"

"No. Harry wants to keep working on it, but it is going to be difficult when I'm stuck in the castle all day long and they are training. They get so tired at night, so I'm sure I'll be the one doing most of the research--"

"That's not anything out of the ordinary."

Hermione smiled. That was true. No matter how interested the boys were in the different magical techniques from around the world, they left the research up to her, and she would then teach them in a more practical sense.

"By the way, what happened to your face?"

"Oh, I've been getting that all day. I think I hit my nightstand in the middle of the night."

Hermione sat through dinner with Jezzie and then retired back to her room, still in a foul mood. Her senses told her that something wasn't right about the situation that she was going to get herself into, but Dumbledore trusted him, so she should, too. Right?

After Severus left headquarters, he went to his private home to start putting his plan into action. After gathering a few supplies that he wanted to take to Hogwarts, he went to his kitchen and poured himself a tumbler of Scotch, then settled down into his favorite chair in the only cozy room of his unwelcoming home--the library. The alcohol was smooth against his throat and sent a warm sensation throughout his body. A few more sips, and he could feel the tension in his body easing away.

Step one of Breaking Miss Granger is well underway. Devastating N.E.W.T scores? Check. Isolating her with me during the days so that I can destroy her mind? Check.

Feeling satisfied with himself, he finished drinking, staggered off to his room, and collapsed onto his bed.

She was late. She was almost an hour late! Severus was sitting at an old writing desk inside the study at headquarters, impatiently waiting for the arrival of Miss Granger. His elbows rested on the tabletop, and his hands were steepled on the polished wood. He knew this was one of his most authoritative postures--it communicated so much to the person on the receiving end--you've just pissed off an unforgiving Severus Snape.

How dare she make him wait for her! And hadn't Dumbledore asked her to be here by noon? It was so unlike her to go against her beloved Headmaster. He knew that it was because of Dumbledore that she agreed to work with him at Hogwarts in search of the Horcrux; she could never turn down the old man.

And here he was, sitting here, anticipating her arrival. He was utterly irritated. Irritated at himself because his betraying heart would skip a beat each time he heard movement from the hall, irritated that beneath the wooden desk his left leg was rapidly bouncing up and down ready to attack her the moment she walked through the doorway, irritated that as much as he would love to throttle the chit, he knew he was going to just let it go and play his role as a loyal Order member.

Patience, Severus. Be fucking patient with her--just until the time is right.

Finally, the door to the study creaked opened, and she poked her head inside and scanned the room before she caught him sitting in the dark corner where he was waiting with a nasty scowl on his face. By the look of her reaction, he had succeeded in communicating his feelings about her tardiness. She slipped inside, closed the door behind her, and walked toward him.

She stopped halfway.

"Ready?" she asked, like nothing was wrong.

"You're late," he said softly.

"Am I? Must have lost track of time," she said, shrugging her shoulders--eyes never leaving his.

Must have lost track of time!

"I'm waiting," she said, tapping her foot slightly.

This was why he was fixated on the girl--she would always do something that would shock him, and not much surprised Severus Snape. He had been sure she would come scuffling into headquarters, prattling on about why she was late and giving empty apologies, but here she was, proud chin and all, acting as if nothing would ever bother her--especially him.

She had left him astonished numerous times before, such as the time she hexed him in the Shrieking Shack, or the time she stole from his private store to brew a highly complex potion in the deserted girls' bathroom. The little-miss-know-it-all, the goody-goody, the bushy-haired twit, the bloody Gryffindor, would go and do something so completely out of her character that he would have sworn she should have been a Slytherin. He could never figure her out.

And to be honest, he really didn't want to.

That's why she was different from any other student he had taught over the years. He wasn't interested in getting involved with his pupils, and quite frankly, the very idea had disgusted him. But along came Hermione Granger.

She stood out from the rest. He thought intelligence equaled power, not blood status. In fact, the very thought that she was a Mudblood, who had the skills, power and knowledge of a pure-blood with years and years of training, had made her even more delicious. She cared more about magic than a lazy pure-blood. He, of course, had the best of both worlds. Being a half-blood was something he wouldn't trade for the world; he wasn't subject to the prejudices of one side or the other. And unlike Voldemort, Severus knew the value of the pure magic that radiated from a Muggle born--the drive to learn and master both the wizarding and Muggle worlds and use them to one's advantage. Of course, most Mudbloods were lazy, and he had never met one that had the brains to understand the importance of the power a person could have because of their knowledge that came from both worlds.

Until she had come into his life.

And his beliefs of lusting after a student and a Mudblood had been thrown out the window. He just had to have her. No matter the cost.

"Well, I guess you're not ready to leave; I will meet you at Hogwarts then," she said, jolting him back into the conversation.

"You will do no such thing. I will escort you as planned."

He rose up from behind the desk and walked over to the fireplace, removed the lid on a small glass jar that sat on top of the mantel, dipped two fingers into the jar, pinched some powder and then threw the tiny dust inside the burning fire. The flames instantly roared green. He put the lid back on and faced her. She strolled over to him and was getting ready to enter the Floo when he held out his arm and blocked her. She looked up at him.

"If you ever have me wait on you like that again, I promise, you will suffer by my hand," he said mellifluously, then lowered his out-stretched arm to let her pass.

She continued to hold his gaze, but was wide-eyed.

Ah, yes. I see that look in your eyes--you should be frightened of me.

And then she said, "Hmm--Severus Snape waiting like the obedient servant that he is and then using a spineless warning on me." She stepped into the fire and faced him. "You must be going soft. Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office!"

And she was gone.

His jaw went slack from the shock of her words.

He really ought to stop judging her.

He watched the flames dance around as they turned back to their normal color, and he could feel his own heat inside. His blood was boiling with rage. She had defied him twice in one day. Perhaps she was right; maybe he wasturning soft. Well, he would show her. And what a clever witch she was, mouthing off to him mere seconds before finding a safe haven in the Headmaster's office. She must have known that her words would affect him and that he would have to wait a while before he could retaliate. What was worse, he hated knowing that she knew how to push his buttons. Little did she realize that she had just opened the door to a dangerous game.

A game he would win.

When he appeared in the office, she was sitting across form Dumbledore, laughing at the baby Phoenix that was hopping along the large desk, attempting to fly.

"Ah, Severus, there you are. You should have warned me you were going to be late, so that I wouldn't worry. Thankfully, Hermione sent me an owl over an hour ago explaining that she was running behind."

The minx. She had planned this. She wanted me to look bad. Why, though?

"My apologies, sir. I assure you I had no idea Miss Granger wasn't going to be prompt. I suppose it is too much to ask that next time, Miss Granger also send me an owl." Great. Now, I'm the one making empty apologies. She will regret this.

She looked at him with her dark, lying eyes and said, "You mean you didn't receive my message that I sent to headquarters? It must have been intercepted. No wonder you were so upset with me."

Oh, how she played that well. And the old fool would believe her, of course.

"You should have known something was amiss, Severus. That's not like Hermione to ignore a scheduled meeting. If you would have Flooed me as soon it was obvious that something might have been wrong, you would have known that she was fine and was only delayed by an hour, and saved yourself from being overly concerned."

I am getting lectured--for something that she caused! As soon as we are somewhere safe, her brave little games will be coming to an abrupt halt!

"Yes, sir," he said, taking a seat next to the scheming brat.

Dumbledore picked up Fawkes and sat him on his perch; then he folded his hands and looked at them both. "Now, I have set up a small guest room for you near the Gryffindor common room. I'm sure you will want to have a place where you can gather your thoughts and feel comfortable whilst you are working hard trying to locate the remaining Horcrux. It's located to the right of the Fat Lady. Just tap your wand twice on the stones and state your name and a door will appear."

"Thank you, sir."

"You can use the fireplace to Floo directly into Severus' office, which leads off to his private quarters, if you need him. You can also come to my office and the infirmary. I'm usually gone during the time you will be here--being a Headmaster keeps me busy. I will also be visiting some other Headmasters and Headmistresses next month in order to gain insightful information in the advancement of this school. Just because we are at war does not mean I can ignore my duties to this institution. Other staff members are at their own homes, so that will leave Severus, Hagrid, Mr Flich and the house-elves in charge of the school that month. And there will be times that Severus will be... called away, so during that time, I would like very much if you could stay overnight here and watch over things--Madam Pomfrey doesn't stay during the summer, and there are times when... Severus needs some assistance."

The only assistance I will need from her will be using her as my personal--

"If that's all right with you, Severus?"

"Of course," Snape said softly.

"Yes, sir. Anything you need," she said.

"Wonderful. Well, I'll leave Severus to show you to your rooms, and you can go ahead and get started where you like. Do remember that the castle is full of magic, and things are not always what they seem. There are certain areas inside the building and around the grounds that are blocked off, but inform Severus, and he will see to it that you are able to enter freely. And I know you'll document all that you do; just be careful when handling anything that might be a Horcrux--you are too pretty of a young lady to have a blackened hand like I do, or worse. Severus will be assisting you when he is not tied up with other obligations. And I will report any information that I come across to help locate the item. Well, good luck, my dear," Dumbledore concluded. Then, he smiled at the both of them.

"Thank you," she said.

Severus pushed himself out of his seat and started off toward the exit with Hermione on his tail.

He pulled the door open, holding it so she could pass through first, then followed her silently down the spiral staircase. When she reached the corridor, she turned and headed up the Grand Staircase to the seventh floor, and he followed her.

"You may use the kitchens as often as you need," he mumbled when they reached the landing on the sixth floor.

"Okay," she replied and continued climbing the stairs.

The air between them was tense. She must have sensed his foul mood behind his calmness. But did she know what was coming when he got her alone? Surely she must; she wasn't an idiot.

They reached the stone wall next to the portrait, and she faced him and pulled out her wand, ready to tap the stones. "Thank you for walking me here. I'm sure I can handle entering on my own," she said with a bit of uneasiness in her voice.

She's definitely not an idiot. She knows.

"I'm sure you can; however, it's my duty as your host to make sure all is well with your suite," he said, the tips of his mouth turned slightly upward, giving her a false impression that he was trying to be as chivalrous as possible.

He could see her knuckles turning white from her death grip on her wand. He noticed a small bead of sweat traveling from her hairline on her forehead, indicating her nervousness.

"Oh, I'm sure everything is fine. I'm just going to drop my bag off and do a walk of the grounds."

Severus dropped the act. He lowered his head, just enough so his hair curtained most of his face. His small grin turned upside down, he narrowed his coal black eyes. In his most dangerous undertone he said, "Open the door, Miss Granger."

He could almost see her begging from behind her eyes. She slowly faced the stone wall, tapped twice using the point of her wand and then stated her full name. The stone façade disappeared, and a red wooden door with a gold knob in the shape of an 'H' appeared. She held her wand in her right hand, and with her left, she slowly rotated the handle and pushed the door inward. He could see the nervous rise and fall of her chest.

Oh, yes, she definitely knows what's coming.

As soon as she stepped through the doorway, he knew the private wards were set and nobody around the castle would know what was happening behind that door--especially the Headmaster, who was known to stick his nose in places it didn't belong. She pulled her second leg through the doorjamb, and Severus struck.

With all of his might, he viciously shoved Hermione into the room. She went flying into the suite, shrieking with fright. Her neck snapped backward as her body fell forward, her arms grasped at the air for something solid. She stumbled over her dropped bag and hit the hard ground with a loud smack. Then, he heard the clinking of her wand as it skidded across the room.

He didn't give her any time to react. He swooped down onto her like an overgrown bat, yanked her head up by her hair, gripped the front of her t-shirt into his fists, and heaved her upward, but he heard the ripping of her thin shirt, and she suddenly dropped to the ground, leaving him standing there, holding the scraps of her fabric. She was wearing her black bra.

The one with the lace.

She started scrambling backward on the ground, screaming at him to get away. He tossed her shirt to the ground and saw her crawling toward her wand. He bent over and caught her ankles and pulled her across the floor, away from her only weapon. She screamed out in pain as the rough edges of the stone floor scraped across her exposed chest and stomach.

"GET OFF ME! SOMEONE--HELP!"

"No one can save you, Miss Granger!"

He dropped her squirming legs, and she flipped onto her back and started to kick at him. He could have simply used his wand to control her, but then again, that would be less exciting. He loved seeing her writhe in pain as he assaulted her. He stepped back to stay clear of her wild legs, and she took that as an opportunity to push herself over and onto her feet, where she took off running toward her wand. Snape ran after her and wrapped his arms around her body, tackling her from behind. The force of him seizing her caused both of them to lurch over the back of the sofa, bouncing onto the cushions, then slamming onto the cold floor. She yelped in pain as his weight fell into her small frame. He straddled her, pinning her body beneath his.

Her arms were frantically trying to push him away. "GET OFF!" she screamed. He snatched her wrists and pushed her arms above her head--she would never be able to push him off of her. Her breathing was erratic, and he was winded from the physical confrontation--she fought him hard. Now, she lay beneath him, incapable of doing anything else, but watch him as he nearly undressed her with his eyes.

Her pink nipples glowed beneath the black lace. Her creamy skin was scratched, cut and bleeding from him dragging her across the floor. A drop of sweat traveled down his hooked nose, then splashed down onto her forehead and onto the small lump that was forming. One side of her mouth had a small drizzle of blood seeping out of the corner.

"You brought this on yourself, Miss Granger. I did warn you. But you didn't listen. Do you think I'm going soft now?" he hissed.

"I--I'm..."

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "And how dare you lie to the Headmaster about sending an owl and making me appear like the one who was running late. I have to say, that was sneaky of you."

"I wasn't lying! I did send you both an owl!"

Severus released her wrists, sat back on his knees, raised his hand up and swung it into her face. Smack!

She groaned in pain, but before she could bring her hands to her cheek, he grabbed her wrists again and pinned her arms above her head.

She was shaking with fear and sobs.

"Miss Granger, stop crying. I don't want to hear it."

"T-then you shouldn't have slapped me!" she stuttered through her tears.

"Tell me why you were really an hour late!" he snarled.

"If you must know, I was late because I misjudged the small step outside headquarters that is safe from the Death Eaters that are camped out in front, and I slipped off, showing my presence! They attacked me! Just as you are now, but then again you ARE a Death Eater, aren't you? This is what you do!" she shouted.

"You're lying," he said, ignoring her truthful comment about being a Death Eater.

"No, I'm not!"

"How did you get away?" he snapped.

"I started Apparating in quick succession to several different locations that I was familiar with, and I was able to shake them off. I knew they were following me, and I was finally able to land correctly on the step, away from their grasp. I was so grateful that I hadn't been captured that I just stood there leaning on the door, crying. Then, I realized that I had dropped my bag along the way, and so I had to Apparate back to all the locations that I had visited while I was trying to escape. It took me a while to clear my mind so I could remember where I had traveled so quickly, so I went to Hogsmeade and sent an owl to Dumbledore and then one to headquarters explaining that I would be running late. Then, I started searching for my bag.

"That's why I was a fucking hour late! And as far as speaking to you the way I did--you deserved it, especially after what I had just gone through with your... friends! I told Dumbledore what happened, and that's why he reprimanded you! You knew I would be there at noon, and I never showed--you should have known something was wrong!" she yelled.

So, he had overreacted. Again. He usually lost control of himself where Potter or his enemies, such as Black, were concerned, but something in him had snapped, and he let it cloud his usually sensible mind. His entire plan that he had for her was damaged due to his brutal act. He had wanted to break her, mentally first, then physically, not the other way around.

Oh, well.

The affects that his body was having from his attack on her were worth it. The way he squeezed her between his legs--and seeing her lying beneath him, panting--it was such a thrill that he had almost ejaculated in his trousers.

Unfortunately, he couldn't sit here forever, and he needed to fix his small mistake.

He released her arms and in a low voice he said, "Miss Granger... I'm sorry." He reached into his robe. "I have some healing potions. Please forgive me." He pulled out his wand instead of a phial as he led her to believe and once again, muttered, "Obliviate!"

He planted several memories into her mind. He kept everything the same, except for his physical harassment. After they left Dumbledore's office, he made her believe that she welcomed him into her guest suite where they continued discussing the nature of her research and exploration of the grounds. He even went so far to make it look like they'd had a intimate chat about her attack from the waiting Death Eaters and how they had abused her, which would answer for the damage done to her body, and then he gave her some advice on how to land better on the narrow step.

He levitated her into her bedroom, removed her clothing and slipped her body between her sheets, leaving her only in her black knickers and bra.

And how tempting it was to take her while she was knocked out cold.

But, he couldn't. He had just performed some complex magic to her psyche and couldn't risk the effects her unconscious body would have on her mind if he sexually assaulted her. He had to refrain.

Well, mostly.

He had laid her on her back, and he just had to do something to satisfy his needs. He leaned over her body and buried his nose into her knickers and inhaled deeply.

Oh, gods. Again, he inhaled her scent. Oh, fuck. What a succulent aroma! I could suckle on her nectar all day! This time, he ran his tongue over her silky bottoms, wanting desperately to do more to her body. He reached to the top of his pants and unbuttoned himself, then slipped his hand down into his shorts, grasping his fully hard cock. He breathed deeply again, and faster and faster, he stroked himself. Then, he stood up, pulled his trousers and underwear to his knees, and leaned over her body where he continued to pleasure himself until he felt his balls grow tight. He moaned loudly as his semen shot out from the tip of his dick onto her naked breasts.

"Ah--yessss!" he moaned as he slowly ran his hand up and down his dick as his sexual high came to an end. Then, he used his wand to clean himself up, repositioned his clothes and before he vanished his mess that he had made on her body, he wrote four simple letters into his creamy mess: M.I.N.E. Feeling at ease, he walked out of her bedroom, used the Floo to get back to his office, then went into his private chamber and ordered dinner.

A/N: Now, I warned you this was a dark fic! Is your heart racing? I would like to thank Lulabelle72 for letting me use the part when Severus writes M.I.N.E into his... erm... mess... It's in her fic, An Unreasonable Man, and it completed this chapter nicely. Thank you, my dear. Again, massive thanks go to my beta and good friend, Lariope--who is the only person who knows my intentions of this story and puts up with my... creepiness. Also, thank you to Chivalric. Her suggestions come in handy once again!