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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Severus_Snape
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  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Hermione_Granger_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2036
****** Service for Snape ******
by JadeFalcon
Summary
     Hermione Granger is summoned to Snape's quarters one evening to
     assist him in brewing a potion.
      
      
     WARNING: Story contains underage characters!
Notes
     I've had this story in my head for a LONG time; years. Only recently,
     did I find it on an old online journal that I wrote many years ago.
     So here's the first chapter. I'm half-way through the second chapter,
     but I don't know when I'll finish it. Enjoy, all you Hermione/Snape
     shippers!
     This story was inspired by the story "The Secret Keeper", which I
     read MANY years ago (10 or so) by the author Saucery (aka
     Switchknife). I liked it so much that I decided to jot something down
     of my own and save it on an old Live Journal post, as stated above.
     Also, I apologize for the margins being out of line. Normally, I
     don't indent paragraphs. But this is being copied and pasted from
     another source, and I can't remove the indent. The next chapter will
     not have any indents.
  This work was inspired by
      The_Secret-Keeper by Saucery, switchknife_(Saucery)
             Hermione knocked three times loudly; the sound echoing down the
quiet dungeon hallway.  Beyond the large wooden door, Professor Serverous Snape
looked up from the mound of scrolls he was grading on his desk.  He stared at
the door for a moment, put down his quill, and leaned back comfortably in his
chair.
            “Come,” he called out.
            Hermione turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open.  She
walked through the doorway and glanced around.  She closed the door behind her
with a heavy thud.  This was her first time ever having been in the Professor’s
personal quarters.  At first glance, she noticed many strange items on various
stools, tables, and shelves, all illuminated by the large fire gently warming
the room from the fireplace to her right.  Stopping in the center of the room,
she glanced left and noticed a large bed facing her, seated against the wall. 
The blankets were folded neatly, and the comforter tucked in just right. It
looked to be king-sized; far larger than anything she had ever slept on.  She
turned her attention to Professor Snape, who was sitting behind a large black
desk, watching her contemplatively.
            “I just received your owl, Professor. You wanted to see me about a
project?”  Hermione folded her hands politely in front of her, waiting for
Snape to speak.
            Snape continued to watch her carefully.  “Did you tell anyone where
you were going?” he asked.
            Hermione started.  “I…no. No Professor, I did not.”
            Snape stood up after a second.  “That is good,” he said.  “The
project I am about to ask of you is and must remain of the utter most secrecy. 
Nobody is to know about it, in anyway, shape, nor form.  Not even the
Headmaster.”  He stopped at the front of his desk and leaned against it, arms
folded, studying Hermione for any kind of disapproval.
            Hermione squirmed uncomfortably.  She did not like Snape.  Not in
the least.  But she admired him strictly in the sense that he was very smart,
and had the same quest for knowledge that she did.  She also knew that he would
stop at nothing in that quest for knowledge, no matter the cost.  The fact that
not even the headmaster could know of something that she was involved in was
difficult to swallow.
            “I…may I ask what the project is?”  She inquired.
            “Not until you take the Secrecy Vow,” he replied.  “You must swear
complete and total secrecy to me to ensure that you do not discuss this outside
this room for any reason, nor in any way, shape, or form.”
            He stopped and, once again, studied the young pupil in front of
him.  She seemed to be in a inner conflict with her conscious, so he felt it
best to ease some of her discomfort.  “I will tell you this, to ease your
mind.  What I am going to ask of you will have no negative effect on anyone or
anything.  In fact, you will, if you decide to go through with it, have a very
small role in the probable survival of Harry Potter.”
            Hermione’s eyes lit up at this.  He hurried to shade that light. 
“And no, you cannot know any details regarding that.  Period.”
            She thought to herself silently.  She was no fool; surely even
Snape could acknowledge that.  She knew perfectly well that any secrecy with
Snape was…daring…in the least.  Perhaps if she pressed further?  “Why would I
refuse this project?”
            Professor Snape silently shook his head at her and said nothing.
            Frustrated, she bit her tongue.  Fine. She would have to take the
Vow.  “Alright. I’ll take the Vow.”
            “Raise your wand to your lips and repeat after me.”  He stepped
forward, bringing his wand tip to his lips.  She raised her own wand like-wise.
            “Secrotorius,” said Snape.  She repeated him, and instantly, a
small flame shot from both tips of their wands.  It glowed bright blue.
            “I swear, upon Death, devout Secrecy…
            “That never is this to be discussed…
            “Outside this room, to anyone…
            “For any reason, in any way…
            “Lest this fire grow…
            “Consume my belly…
            “And the Earth swallow me whole…
            “My ashes remain for all eternity.  Finite.”
            As Hermione finished the last line, the flame at the tip of her
wand shot from it and zipped between her parted lips.  She felt it’s cold heat
slide over her tongue and down her throat, into the pit of her stomach.
            Snape lowered his wand.  “It is done. If you ever speak of any of
this through written, verbal, or other forms of communication, that fire will
fully engulf you from the inside, and nobody will be able to save you, not even
me.”
            Hermione shuddered at that.  “Yes…okay, sir, I get it.”
            “Good,” he replied.  He turned and walked to his desk.  With both
hands, he lifted an open book and brought it to her.  “Read the ingredients of
this potion.  Tell me, when you get there, what the last ingredient is.”
            She took the book from him.  He motioned to a chair next to the
fireplace, one of two.  She sat opposite of him and began to read.
            Most of the ingredients were pretty far fetched, even for her
understanding or belief.  Heartstring of a dragon…eels eggs…skin of a Poison
Arrow Frog…
            “Sir, do you have all of these ingredients?”  She asked, half-way
through the list.  Dragon Heart-Strings would be the most difficult to come by.
            “I do.  I am, after all, a Potions Master, Miss Granger.”  His eyes
did not belay the hint of amusement on his voice.
            “Right…of course, sorry.”  She continued to read a list of almost
fifty further ingredients, before finally coming to the final one.  She read it
out loud, not quite sure at first what she was reading.
            “Seed of Producer-slash-Brewer.”  She paused for a second and
looked up at Snape.  “Professor, I don’t understand…” her voice trailed off
with questioning.  This was, by far, the most complex potion she had ever read
about, much less attempted.
            Professor Snape answered her in patience.  “Well, I am going to be
the Producing Brewer. I am providing the ingredients, and I’m brewing the
potion.”
            “Right, I understand that Professor, but what seed does this speak
of?”
            Snape was quiet for a moment.  “Surely, Miss Granger, you know a
little of Human Sexuality by now?  You are, after all, already fourteen years
of age.”
            Hermione felt her mind grind to a halt. “I….what?”
            “Miss Granger,” continued Snape.  “The ‘Seed’ this potion is
referring to is my semen.”
            Hermione felt her mouth gaping open, but could not seem to move her
jaw.  The book sat limply in her lap.
            Snape smiled, and Hermione barely noticed that it didn’t reach his
eyes.  “Now you see the need for my…utmost secrecy.”
            Hermione’s voice caught in her throat.  “But…I…you…” her voice
trailed off.
            Snape pressed on.  “I feel I must tell you what you have not yet
asked me, which is why I chose you in the first place.”
            Hermione’s jaw suddenly snapped shut.  She indeed did not even
think about that question earlier.  Her mind was racing with a thousand
thoughts all at once.
            “I chose you, Miss Granger, because you, of all my other students,
are mature enough to understand the adult situations that go along with the
making of this potion.  I also chose you because of your continued
demonstrations of professionalism that I have come to admire and even expect
from you since you first arrived here.  I would expect this from no-one else in
this school. Finally, I chose you because, eager as you are, your quest for
knowledge is not so unlike my own.  I trust that, in the process of making this
potion, you will learn many things that will benefit and come to be of great
significance to you throughout the rest of your life.”
            He paused just slightly, and continued at Hermione’s silence.  “I
want to make things perfectly clear right now.  No, we will not be having sex,
if that puts your mind at any ease.  I am also not asking any oral stimulation
from you,” Hermione blanched at that, “but rather, just the stimulation of one
of your hands or both, depending on what…works.”
            As her pulse picked up, Hermione’s breathing began to come in
shallow breaths.  Snape continued. “I need the stimulation of a virgin, which I
trust you are Miss Granger, as it states very clearly in the instructions.  If
it were not for this, I could probably just pay some whore at Diagon Alley to
be my servant for the period of the full month that it will take to make this
potion.  But alas, here you are, already in place here at school, and this
won’t distract you from your studies.  And because you’re doing this, there
will be no homework for you from this class as long as you are in my service.”
            Finally, Snape was quiet.  Hermione looked from him down to the
book.  “I…don’t…even know where to…begin…” she started.
            Snape rose from his place, which drew her attention.  “First,
before deciding to do it or not, read that entire potion.  I’m going to get a
book.”
            As he walked to a bookshelf near his desk, she called out, almost
in outrage; a sudden anger clenched her heart.  “What the hell makes you think
that I’ll have anything to do with…with you?”  She stood up, hands clenched at
her sides.  The book in her lap slid to the floor, but stayed in page.  She
glared at the back of Snape’s robes.
            Professor Snape stopped in his tracks and in a deathly calm voice
called out, “ah, but you are free to leave at any time, Miss Granger.  The door
is not locked, you may leave on your own accord.  But I’ll remind you that this
ultimately helps Mister Potter, and further, that you cannot ever communicate
of what has transpired in this room.”  He turned slowly, his hand holding a
book who’s title Hermione could not read at that distance.  His voice lowered
to a hiss.  “And if you read the rest of that potion, Miss Granger, you would
plainly see that I need to start this tonight, and that I will have someone
pleasure me this evening, whether it be you or someone else.  The next person I
was considering was that adorable little Weasley girl…Ginny…simply because I
love a person with red hair and freckles.  But somehow, I don’t think she would
take as kindly to me as you would.  I would hate for her to…get hurt at all…if
she refused.”  The threat was clear as day.  “My last option, Miss Granger,
would be to force someone to do so.  You I take no pleasure in forcing anything
on.  But her…I assure you, I would show no such pity.  Why…I think I would
rather enjoy that little morsel.”
            Hermione shivered in anger and fear as she stared across the room
at Snape.  He drew closer, and she found herself rooted to the spot.  She
thought of calling his bluff.  Was he even bluffing?  Suppose he didowl Ginny
after she left?  Could she intercept her in time to….to do what?  She couldn’t
tell Ginny, her best friend, anything.
            “Very good, Miss Granger,” said Snape.  “Assess the situation, and
see that the probable outcome would be your full cooperation in the matter. 
And remember what I said earlier: there is so much to be learned from this
experience.  You’ll certainly have a…hand…in helping Harry Potter.”  He
chuckled and pressed a white-colored book into her hands.  “I think you’ll need
this.  And if you hurry, we can be done for tonight and you can be in bed
before bedtime.  It’s only 6 o’clock after all.”
            He turned and strode over to his bed.  Once there, he removed his
cloak and dropped it to the floor.  Hermione noticed that his white shirt was
already unbuttoned, and the pale white skin beneath was peeking out through the
split.  “What will it be, Miss Granger?  Decide now.”
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