In the Name of Love and Hate
Title: In the Name of Love and Hate
Pairing: Snape/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Type: One-shot, complete, smut
Warnings: Non-con, pregnancy!smut
Summary: Hermione goes to her old professor for help in saving her husband's life, but in order to get the potion needed, she'll have to pay a very high price.
Hermione took in a deep breath. The doorknocker was old, rusty, and gnarled, like a root of a tree. She stared at it, her fingers trembling as she reached and grabbed it. With another deep breath, she banged it against the door twice, the heavy metal sounding huge against the wood of the door.
“Ahh!” she squeaked, taking a step backwards and tripping over the front stoop. Her balance was off lately and she found herself on her knees, twigs and acorns stabbing into her knees. Hermione’s ears rang the door opened, emitting a slow creak.
“What do you want?”
Hermione looked up.
“Why are you on your knees, Granger?”
Hermione pulled herself up, rubbing her stomach as she did so. “I’m sorry, Professor, I tripped-”
“I’m no longer your professor.”
“You’re right, sir, you’re not.” Hermione hesitated. “But I need your help.”
“Oh? You weren’t so eager for my help five years ago when the Order needed inside information on the Dark Lord. You and your fairy twosome were quite willing to dismiss me as a Death Eater.”
“Obviously we were wrong.” Hermione wiped her palms on the front of her skirt; he was making her sweat.
“Obviously. Now you want my help. Pray tell, what can I help you with?”
“Ron’s in hospital, sir. He was hit with a curse while on shift for the Auror department and I need a potion-”
“Kingsley has already owled me about it. I didn’t realize you would be picking it up.”
Hermione smiled feebly. “Yes, sir-”
“Shut up, Granger. Come inside.”
Hermione swallowed against a hard lump in her throat and entered the house of Severus Snape. It smelled of herbs and dried flowers. The only light in the front room came from a large fire in the fireplace. Snape walked through that room and into a hallway; Hermione followed.
He looked exactly the same as he had at Hogwarts. His hair might have been slightly shorter, but it was still greasy and like several small tangles of strings hanging down his back. His face was pale, his teeth so off-white they were practically yellow. The crook of his nose was so pronounced every expression on his face was as if he was smelling something foul. Instead of his usual black robes, he had on a black shirt and a pair of black trousers. But what struck Hermione as peculiar was the lack of shoes on Snape’s feet. Yes, Severus Snape walked around his house barefoot.
“What are you giggling at? ” Snapped snapped, wheeling around and facing Hermione, his eyes flashing with danger.
“Oh!” cried Hermione, startled. “Nothing.”
“What are you giggling at?”
“Your feet!” sputtered Hermione. “You’re barefoot.”
“So?”
“I walk around my house without shoes on; so does Ron. It’s as though you’re a normal wizard like everyone else.”
“What did you think I did in my house? Flitter around like a butterfly?”
Hermione knew better than to laugh again so she quickly shook her head. Snape turned around and continued to walk down the hallway. He opened up a door at the end of it and slipped inside. Hermione followed him, biting her lip to keep quiet.
The center of the room held a large worktable, twice as big as the ones she had been used to at Hogwarts. Twenty or so cauldrons sat on the floor around the room, filled with strange smelling potions, some thin like water, others thick and lumpy like stew or wet cement. Snape stood by the worktable and pushed a lock of greasy hair out of his face. He held a bottle of purple potion in his hand.
“This is what you came for.”
Hermione took two steps forward, reaching her hand out.
“Not so fast, you ungrateful little wench. Is that Weasley’s baby you’re carrying?”
Hermione looked down at her swollen stomach. Indeed, there was a5-month Weasley baby in there, wiggling around. Instinctively, her hand rubbed her belly.
“The marvelous trio. You three always thought you could do whatever you want and there would never be a consequence. Now you come to my house and expect me to hand over a potion so your precious Weasley can get better. What if I say no?”
“Please, sir, don’t-”
“What sort of gratitude am I going to get in return?”
“Whatever sort you want, sir.”
“Oh? Don’t tempt me, Granger, don’t tempt me.”
Hermione felt her face heat up as Snape’s eyes traveled down her body. There wasn’t much to see. She had on a long-sleeved sweater and a long skirt, but all of her curves were still visible. Somehow, Hermione knew what Snape wanted, but she doubted he would ever ask for it.
“Whatever you want ... sir,” said Hermione. “As long as you give me the potion?”
“You know nothing of what I want of you, Granger.”
“I can probably guess, sir, if that’s all right?” Snape’s expression didn’t change; he made no sign that he consenting nor denying her request. Hermione took her wand out of her bag and waved it with a slight swish. Out of the end of it, a long leather rod grew. The end of the rod broke into nine leather lashes. Hermione levitated it over to Snape. He grasped it and looked at it.
“Is that what you want of me?”
Snape was silent.
“I figured that would be the sort of thing you’d like.”
Suddenly, Hermione feared that she was wrong, but then Snape set down the bottle of potion and fingered the leather lashes, hitting them against his hand as though he was testing it. Hermione knew she had guessed correctly.
“You can ... hit me with it ... if you want,” she stammered.
Snape nodded, licking the corner of his filmy mouth.
Hermione made quick work of her clothes, her eyes becoming blurry with tears. She stood in front of her old Potions professor, naked, with another man’s child inside her. She turned around so that her back was to Snape.
“The table,” he rasped, the lashes making noise as he hit them against his leg.
Hermione went to the table and bent over it, her elbows resting on the tabletop. Cold air surrounded her, touching her open places that only Ron had ever seen before.
“Ahhh! ” she cried out as Snape hit her, the leather bouncing off her skin with so much force that only hatred could be behind it.
Again and again he hit her ass, the leather cutting into her skin. Every time she was struck, she let out a whimper, the pain growing in intensity until it was so severe she stopped feeling at all. She thought about how this was for Ron, the man she loved, the man she married and was about to start a family with. This was all for him.
“Ahhh! ” screamed Hermione as something new struck her across her bum. It was unmistakably a hand.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The feel of Snape’s cold hand against her heated and raw flesh made her want to cry. A strange sort of rush flowed down between her legs. It was familiar, though, and it only took Hermione a moment to realize it was the same liquidy feel she got when Ron touched her. For a horrified moment Hermione thought she was being turned on by Severus Snape.
But that was impossible.
The slapping stopped and Snape made a curious sound. Hermione’s heart leapt and all but completely stopped as those long, cold fingers touched her there, where no other man had ever touched except for her husband. He was inserting fingers inside of her, opening her up.
“What - are - you - doing?” breathed Hermione.
“Getting ready to fuck you,” said Snape, breathing against her back, his breath smelling of garlic and vinegar.
“You couldn’t possibly be-”
“Don’t you want that potion for Weasley?”
Zip.
“Yes, of course I want it.”
“Then, shut it.”
“But-”
“You never knew when to quit talking, you goddamn know-it-all.”
“Uh! ”
Hermione felt Snape’s hard erection enter her as his icy hands gripped her hips. She was mentally preparing herself not to move. She would stay perfectly still and let Snape use her until he was done.
A nauseated, sick feeling rose in the back of her throat. She was carrying Ron’s baby! Ron’s baby, and she was letting another man have sex with her. But it was to save her husband’s life; she just had to keep reminding herself of that.
He was moving in and out of hers slowly. First he went all the way in, as deep as he could go, hitting a spot inside of her, causing Hermione to gasp. Then, he slowly withdrew until he was almost completely out before thrusting back inside her. Every time he came back in, his body hit her ass and the pain seared up again.
He went in and out of her easily since she was already wet. The frustrating build-up before an orgasm began to spread across Hermione’s stomach, from hip to hip. She wished Snape would speed things up so she could come.
No! She shouldn’t think like that, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was working against her!
The anticipation of coming was too much for Hermione. She reached her hand down and placed it between her legs. Snape kept coming, slow and deep, as Hermione found her clit and furiously rubbed. The build-up spread even further and Snape sped up. Hermione’s fingers kept working until finally her body stiffened and then shook, the euphoric feeling shooting from her center all the way to the ends of her fingertips and toes.
She breathed hard as Snape pushed inside her a few more times before pulling out and coming all over her back, the liquid dripping across her raw flesh.
Zip.
When Hermione turned, Snape was fully clothed. He pointed his wand at her and she felt his ejaculation clear from her back. She took her clothes from the floor and threw them on, purposefully leaving her knickers behind. Her hand grabbed the potion bottle as she ran from the room.
She walked away from Snape’s house, smiling to herself. She knew Snape wasn’t bringing about those responses from her. It was what he had been doing. And she left a reminder of herself at his house as she felt a nice breeze around her privates.
She giggled to herself as she found the Apparition point, knowing she was going to surprise the hell out of Ron when he got out of hospital and was in good enough health to venture back into their usual bedroom activities.
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me
Pairing: Snape/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Type: One-shot, complete, smut
Warnings: Non-con, pregnancy!smut
Summary: Hermione goes to her old professor for help in saving her husband's life, but in order to get the potion needed, she'll have to pay a very high price.
Hermione took in a deep breath. The doorknocker was old, rusty, and gnarled, like a root of a tree. She stared at it, her fingers trembling as she reached and grabbed it. With another deep breath, she banged it against the door twice, the heavy metal sounding huge against the wood of the door.
“Ahh!” she squeaked, taking a step backwards and tripping over the front stoop. Her balance was off lately and she found herself on her knees, twigs and acorns stabbing into her knees. Hermione’s ears rang the door opened, emitting a slow creak.
“What do you want?”
Hermione looked up.
“Why are you on your knees, Granger?”
Hermione pulled herself up, rubbing her stomach as she did so. “I’m sorry, Professor, I tripped-”
“I’m no longer your professor.”
“You’re right, sir, you’re not.” Hermione hesitated. “But I need your help.”
“Oh? You weren’t so eager for my help five years ago when the Order needed inside information on the Dark Lord. You and your fairy twosome were quite willing to dismiss me as a Death Eater.”
“Obviously we were wrong.” Hermione wiped her palms on the front of her skirt; he was making her sweat.
“Obviously. Now you want my help. Pray tell, what can I help you with?”
“Ron’s in hospital, sir. He was hit with a curse while on shift for the Auror department and I need a potion-”
“Kingsley has already owled me about it. I didn’t realize you would be picking it up.”
Hermione smiled feebly. “Yes, sir-”
“Shut up, Granger. Come inside.”
Hermione swallowed against a hard lump in her throat and entered the house of Severus Snape. It smelled of herbs and dried flowers. The only light in the front room came from a large fire in the fireplace. Snape walked through that room and into a hallway; Hermione followed.
He looked exactly the same as he had at Hogwarts. His hair might have been slightly shorter, but it was still greasy and like several small tangles of strings hanging down his back. His face was pale, his teeth so off-white they were practically yellow. The crook of his nose was so pronounced every expression on his face was as if he was smelling something foul. Instead of his usual black robes, he had on a black shirt and a pair of black trousers. But what struck Hermione as peculiar was the lack of shoes on Snape’s feet. Yes, Severus Snape walked around his house barefoot.
“What are you giggling at? ” Snapped snapped, wheeling around and facing Hermione, his eyes flashing with danger.
“Oh!” cried Hermione, startled. “Nothing.”
“What are you giggling at?”
“Your feet!” sputtered Hermione. “You’re barefoot.”
“So?”
“I walk around my house without shoes on; so does Ron. It’s as though you’re a normal wizard like everyone else.”
“What did you think I did in my house? Flitter around like a butterfly?”
Hermione knew better than to laugh again so she quickly shook her head. Snape turned around and continued to walk down the hallway. He opened up a door at the end of it and slipped inside. Hermione followed him, biting her lip to keep quiet.
The center of the room held a large worktable, twice as big as the ones she had been used to at Hogwarts. Twenty or so cauldrons sat on the floor around the room, filled with strange smelling potions, some thin like water, others thick and lumpy like stew or wet cement. Snape stood by the worktable and pushed a lock of greasy hair out of his face. He held a bottle of purple potion in his hand.
“This is what you came for.”
Hermione took two steps forward, reaching her hand out.
“Not so fast, you ungrateful little wench. Is that Weasley’s baby you’re carrying?”
Hermione looked down at her swollen stomach. Indeed, there was a5-month Weasley baby in there, wiggling around. Instinctively, her hand rubbed her belly.
“The marvelous trio. You three always thought you could do whatever you want and there would never be a consequence. Now you come to my house and expect me to hand over a potion so your precious Weasley can get better. What if I say no?”
“Please, sir, don’t-”
“What sort of gratitude am I going to get in return?”
“Whatever sort you want, sir.”
“Oh? Don’t tempt me, Granger, don’t tempt me.”
Hermione felt her face heat up as Snape’s eyes traveled down her body. There wasn’t much to see. She had on a long-sleeved sweater and a long skirt, but all of her curves were still visible. Somehow, Hermione knew what Snape wanted, but she doubted he would ever ask for it.
“Whatever you want ... sir,” said Hermione. “As long as you give me the potion?”
“You know nothing of what I want of you, Granger.”
“I can probably guess, sir, if that’s all right?” Snape’s expression didn’t change; he made no sign that he consenting nor denying her request. Hermione took her wand out of her bag and waved it with a slight swish. Out of the end of it, a long leather rod grew. The end of the rod broke into nine leather lashes. Hermione levitated it over to Snape. He grasped it and looked at it.
“Is that what you want of me?”
Snape was silent.
“I figured that would be the sort of thing you’d like.”
Suddenly, Hermione feared that she was wrong, but then Snape set down the bottle of potion and fingered the leather lashes, hitting them against his hand as though he was testing it. Hermione knew she had guessed correctly.
“You can ... hit me with it ... if you want,” she stammered.
Snape nodded, licking the corner of his filmy mouth.
Hermione made quick work of her clothes, her eyes becoming blurry with tears. She stood in front of her old Potions professor, naked, with another man’s child inside her. She turned around so that her back was to Snape.
“The table,” he rasped, the lashes making noise as he hit them against his leg.
Hermione went to the table and bent over it, her elbows resting on the tabletop. Cold air surrounded her, touching her open places that only Ron had ever seen before.
“Ahhh! ” she cried out as Snape hit her, the leather bouncing off her skin with so much force that only hatred could be behind it.
Again and again he hit her ass, the leather cutting into her skin. Every time she was struck, she let out a whimper, the pain growing in intensity until it was so severe she stopped feeling at all. She thought about how this was for Ron, the man she loved, the man she married and was about to start a family with. This was all for him.
“Ahhh! ” screamed Hermione as something new struck her across her bum. It was unmistakably a hand.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The feel of Snape’s cold hand against her heated and raw flesh made her want to cry. A strange sort of rush flowed down between her legs. It was familiar, though, and it only took Hermione a moment to realize it was the same liquidy feel she got when Ron touched her. For a horrified moment Hermione thought she was being turned on by Severus Snape.
But that was impossible.
The slapping stopped and Snape made a curious sound. Hermione’s heart leapt and all but completely stopped as those long, cold fingers touched her there, where no other man had ever touched except for her husband. He was inserting fingers inside of her, opening her up.
“What - are - you - doing?” breathed Hermione.
“Getting ready to fuck you,” said Snape, breathing against her back, his breath smelling of garlic and vinegar.
“You couldn’t possibly be-”
“Don’t you want that potion for Weasley?”
Zip.
“Yes, of course I want it.”
“Then, shut it.”
“But-”
“You never knew when to quit talking, you goddamn know-it-all.”
“Uh! ”
Hermione felt Snape’s hard erection enter her as his icy hands gripped her hips. She was mentally preparing herself not to move. She would stay perfectly still and let Snape use her until he was done.
A nauseated, sick feeling rose in the back of her throat. She was carrying Ron’s baby! Ron’s baby, and she was letting another man have sex with her. But it was to save her husband’s life; she just had to keep reminding herself of that.
He was moving in and out of hers slowly. First he went all the way in, as deep as he could go, hitting a spot inside of her, causing Hermione to gasp. Then, he slowly withdrew until he was almost completely out before thrusting back inside her. Every time he came back in, his body hit her ass and the pain seared up again.
He went in and out of her easily since she was already wet. The frustrating build-up before an orgasm began to spread across Hermione’s stomach, from hip to hip. She wished Snape would speed things up so she could come.
No! She shouldn’t think like that, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was working against her!
The anticipation of coming was too much for Hermione. She reached her hand down and placed it between her legs. Snape kept coming, slow and deep, as Hermione found her clit and furiously rubbed. The build-up spread even further and Snape sped up. Hermione’s fingers kept working until finally her body stiffened and then shook, the euphoric feeling shooting from her center all the way to the ends of her fingertips and toes.
She breathed hard as Snape pushed inside her a few more times before pulling out and coming all over her back, the liquid dripping across her raw flesh.
Zip.
When Hermione turned, Snape was fully clothed. He pointed his wand at her and she felt his ejaculation clear from her back. She took her clothes from the floor and threw them on, purposefully leaving her knickers behind. Her hand grabbed the potion bottle as she ran from the room.
She walked away from Snape’s house, smiling to herself. She knew Snape wasn’t bringing about those responses from her. It was what he had been doing. And she left a reminder of herself at his house as she felt a nice breeze around her privates.
She giggled to herself as she found the Apparition point, knowing she was going to surprise the hell out of Ron when he got out of hospital and was in good enough health to venture back into their usual bedroom activities.
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me