-=I am plain old Varity Sinning, and I do this for fun, enjoy.=-

No Escape

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Neither said anything as they travelled the corridors and passages. The sepulchral sound of their footsteps echoed ghostly off the stone wall.

Off the main passage in the dungeon Snape reached out for Hermione's hand. She wondered if they were going to shag in the hall, but Snape pulled her through the wall. Obviously it had been some kind of charm, unsettling as it was. They emerged into a study. The room smelled like Snape, there must be potions ingredients in here.

Taking his outer coat off, Snape went to the bureau to pour a drink, lifting the decanter. “You?”

“Please.” Under normal circumstances she would have objected to strong drink, this was anything but normal.

Choking slightly on the fiery spirit, she drained the glass as quickly as she could. Hermione pressed the back of her hand to her numb lips. Snape had already started on his second. “Ms. Granger, you know why this is happening don't you?”

“Yes. You have to maintain your cover.” Hermione felt heavy and slightly unbalanced from the alcohol flooding her system.

“Quite, and you also realize that this would not be happening otherwise.” Snape's gaze was as flat as his voice.

“Yes Sir.” She was becoming rather unfocused.

“Ms. Granger we can get started after I get through a few more of these, I'd prefer to suffer an alcoholic blackout when we're done.”

Whipping her head around unsteadily, “what if I mess up?”

Mouth agape, Snape looked at her blurrily. “Ms. Granger I take that to mean you've never taken anyone to your bed?”

“No, I haven't.” Hermione looked shifty-eyed.

Swinging his arms out in a great flapping motion, “what in hell was that business in the fortress? Sweet Slytherin, quite a come-on for a novice.” Snape was in complete disbelief.

“They gave me some kind of potion. I suppose, to make me want to...ah...you know.” Hermione ended weakly. Snape cursed which surprised her even in her inebriation.

“Are you on a contraceptive?” Snape reached clumsily for his wand. Hermione shook her head 'no'. “Fine,” focusing hard he cast the charm on her. “This is going to hurt a lot Ms. Granger.” Finishing his glass off. “Come here.” Hermione held on to the furniture as she made her way to Snape. Putting his tumbler on the desk top he leaned against, “right. Keep walking until you reach that wall.” Snape pulled out his wand, holding it to the back of her head. “Go. Don't be stupid it's not really a wall, go.” Hermione was beginning to tense-up. “Don't worry Ms. Granger you'll do just fine, if your performance earlier is any indication.” Grabbing her arm, Snape turned her to face him. Holding her face, Snape pressed his demanding lips to hers. “Kneel on the hearth rug, I want the benefit of warmth.” He watched her body language carefully for panic. None. She should be panicking considering what I'm going to do. The fire glowed, warming the room. Com'on Severus, she already had your cock in her mouth today. Hermione scrambled to undo the flap on his trousers. Snape's cock sprung forward heralding his readiness. He passed smoothly between her lips, being caressed by her molten mouth and undulating tongue. Gripping the mantle his head reeled deliciously.

Instinct grabbed Snape as approached a finish; Severus snatched a hank of Hermione's hair, rocking slightly. He pulled back as he unloaded in her mouth. “Swallow.” Her mouth convulsed slightly around him. He pulled his flaccid tool out and released her hair. “Excellent, you naughty tart. Up you get.” Snape divested her of all her clothes.

Hermione sucked in a sharp inhalation, “now over to the bed.” Snape swatted her bum, leaving a red imprint. “Hands and knees, you'll thank me.” Snape kneeled on the carved footstool, and buried his tongue in her too wet sex. Sucking soundly on her clitoris she called out in approval. He needled at her hymen, easing it open as he continued licking and nibbling. Sounds of pain and pleasure mingled. As soon as she clamped down on his fingers, he withdrew them in exchange for his tool. He hadn't lied, it did hurt, despite his efforts to the contrary. Panting squeals accompanied his thrusts.

When he came, Snape wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her with him onto the bed. Spooned on the bed sated, Severus held Hermione possessively rather than affectionately. Hermione's control crumbled. Severus wasn't immediately aware that Hermione cried quietly. “I sparred you as much as I could Ms. Granger. I realize this is not something you would have chosen for yourself. I apologize if it doesn't quite feel like a fair trade.”

Hermione tried to communicate through the mounting sobs.

Severus pulled away enough to roll her onto her back. Looking down into the glistening wells, “please stop. If you have something you want to say, calm down enough to say it.” She had not asked for any of this. Victim of Abduction and then Sacrificial Victim; sacrificed to save him. You've got no right to be mad at her, she could have refused, but she didn't, moreover she'd have excellent grounds for refusing. “Please Ms. Granger.” He brushed her hair away from her face, and stroked her hip and thigh.

Calming down enough she took a couple more deep breaths before speaking, “He won't want me now.”

“I'm sure Mr. Weasley will understand that it was necessary to my role as double agent. I rescued you and you returned the favour.” Snape reasoned.

Sniffing back tears, “not Ron. Remus.” She rolled back onto her side so she couldn't see his expression.

“Lupin?” Snape whispered. “I see. And he hadn't ever, come to you?” Severus exhaled deeply.

“We were waiting until I finished school, then...” Hermione responded weakly. “He won't have me now. If I hadn't been so afraid to pull my wand none of this would have happened.” She went in for another round of crying. Severus tugged up the coverlet around them and let her cry.

“You have many fine things to offer a man, and if he runs away from the relationship as you say, then I'll hex him and take you for myself.” It was apparent to Hermione that it wasn't hyperbole on Snape's part. She let Severus hold her as they fell asleep, she'd made her choice. Even if Remus made like he understood, he'd never feel the same way about her.

A.N./ Hopefully that answers more questions than it creates. Cheers!