When Hermione Fights

Her Darkest Night

This is one of the most controversial chapters in WHF.

Warning: dub-con, sexual violence!

Chapter beta: Dani ♥

Chapter translator: Aivy

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Snape's POV

When I heard a sure knock, my head jerked to the door and I called "Come in!" with a certain tone and there she came.

Finally!

She had appealed to me from the first moment. That I had snatched her so spontaneously at the Hog's Head back then was not really my style, not at all. I was, for that matter, always very picky and preferred known, changing ladies! But with her... well, with her the urge had overcome me. I took what I wanted, always, and you could not say that she was not willing.

Although you could not say that she was a normal prostitute. She did not act like one. It was rather my guess that she liked what she was doing.

And so she entered, showing a proud bearing, and stared at me out of her blue eyes, sharp and clear. No fear in sight, which actually everyone usually showed whether I paid them or not, but everyone knew who I was and was scared of me. Even those who did not know me perceived my dark, authoritarian aura and thought twice about challenging me as an opponent. She was truly different, she showed no discernible fear, at none of our meetings, which, unfortunately, took place too rarely for my taste. But my varied tasks rarely gave me time for pleasure. A tragic circumstance I was, unfortunately, used to suffer.

She laid down her coat lasciviously while walking. I stood unmoved in the middle of the small room and looked at her steadily. She wore a beautiful, tight-fitting dress that showed off her attributes. The slender waist was emphasised through the bodice. Her chest was lifted even higher by it and the brown and beige of the clothes flattered her complexion. She knew how to sell herself.

"Mr Snape, you have summoned me!" She used the same words as last time and lifted one corner of her mouth. I, however, only raised an eyebrow appraisingly.

"Miss Cale, pleased and so punctual!" I snarled in my usual pitch, abruptly approaching her, greedily clutching her narrow hips. I pulled her over to me with no hesitation, causing her to open her eyes in surprise. I gave her a slightly cynical lift of the corners of my mouth. Did she think I wanted to do small talk?

I lowered my head and kissed her neck. She tasted good. The scent reminded me of something, but I would not think about it now. At that moment, she cocked her head to ease my access to the soft, tender skin on her delicate neck. Good girl. She herself clung to my vest; I had already taken off my cloak and my long frock coat with the high collar on my arrival, so I wore only my black trousers, my white shirt and the tight-fitting vest and was thus unusually lightly clothed for my standards.

I pressed myself firmly and demandingly against her as I let her feel my hard arousal, which was greedily pressing against her stomach. It had been too long ago, and that unbearable minx at Hogwarts had just bothered me too much over the last weeks for me to be patient now. When I thought about it, I had never been a patient and forbearing lover.

I let my hand wander to her chest, caressing her desirable, well-rounded body covetously and pinching her hard nipples not that tenderly through the fabric, making her moan and sigh softly. These low sounds only fueled my desire even more. I now lifted both hands from her body and began impatiently to gather her wide skirt to pull it up, slid one hand around her bottom and grabbed it roughly in a possessive gesture. With an abrupt jerk, I pulled her even closer to my middle, pressing her hard against me, then stroked down and found her bare in front of me. I froze for a moment. Did she do it on purpose? I wondered speechlessly.