Severus crushed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. When the young woman he was assaulting pulled away gasping, he moved his head to kiss his way up her neck.

"Professor," Hermione whispered in his ear, "What are you doing?"

"Saving your life," he hissed before lightly biting her earlobe. Hermione winced.

"How do you need me to act? Do I enjoy this, or should it look like you're raping me?"

Severus groaned. "Granger, you really know how to kill a mood, don't you?"

"Professor, I was captured by Death Eaters and thrown into a dungeon to wait until Voldemort decides to grace me with his presence," she spat, "and then you come in and kiss me, basically telling me that fucking me will save my life. Excuse me if I'm being rude, but I really just need to know how you need me to act."

She winced again as Severus licked the shell of her ear, and this time he noticed. "Fine," he growled, "Act unwilling, but like you're enjoying it too much to push me away properly. Can you do that?" he spat, pulling back to look her in the face, scowling at the uncertain look on her face.

"I'll try," she said, and he growled again. "You better, Granger." He then attacked her lips again, pushing her against the wall and pinning her hands over her head, gripping her wrists with one hand. She whimpered and bucked in his grip, and he noted with grudging approval that she was trying to get free, but not trying hard enough to actually manage. Running his right hand down her side, he let it settle on her left buttock - the side visible from the entrance to the cell. Someone could come by at any moment, and he needed them to see what he wanted them to: him taking what he wanted from a prisoner.

Granger's protesting sounds were caught in his mouth, and he quelled her movements by pressing himself up against her, feeling her chest pressing against his, rising and falling with the shaky breaths she was breathing through her nose. Pulling away, he bent his head to her ear again and whispered "You need to actually enjoy the things I do to you, regardless of whether you want them or not, understood?" and by the little gasp she gave when he licked her neck, he took it that she'd understood.

"Ah," she breathed, before twitching in his grasp as he kneaded her buttock. "Professor, please-" her cry was cut off by a gasp when he lightly bit her neck.

"Very good," he growled. The girl was being more convincing than he had hoped - or perhaps she truly disliked the thought of being fucked by her former Potions professor. Didn't she consider him a slimy git, after all? The thought infuriated him, and he pulled back slightly, moving his hand up to grip her neck roughly and force her head up, seeing with satisfaction that her eyes watered as the movement banged her head against the rough stone at her back. She stared at him with wide eyes, chest heaving as her panting gasps filled the silence of the dungeon cell.

"What, does the bookworm object to very the thought of me? Or is it perhaps that the know-it-all is still a virgin?" he sneered, leaning in until he was close enough for her to feel his breath on her lips. "Are you afraid of me, Granger?"

Without waiting for an answer, he closed the distance between them, plundering her mouth with his tongue, and noticed how even though she struggled and made protesting noises, her tongue came forward to tangle with his. At that, he released her neck, sliding his hand down to her shirt, and started working on the buttons holding the white shirt closed. It took him but a minute to undo them one-handed before reaching behind her to undo her bra clasp. When he passed his hand along her side along the way he felt her inhale sharply and press forward into his chest, allowing him free access to her back without crushing his hand against the rough stone wall. At that concession he spared a moment to consider that taking her against the wall was sure to hurt her, but decided that the floor was no better, and there was no other surface available to them.

Undoing the clasp, he ran his hand along the soft expanse of her back, enjoying the moan that action elicited from the young woman as she momentarily seemed to hang in his arms, her knees having given out. He wondered what would happen when he touched her in more sensitive places, if that was the reaction a simple caress along her back garnered. No time like the present, he decided, and slid his hand over her hip bone and up to lightly brush the underside of her breast, the rough knuckles of his hand teasing the soft skin of her bosom. Her breath hitched and she shuddered before ineffectually jerking in his grasp, still weakly trying to get away. He smirked against her lips and pulled away from the kiss, noticing with satisfaction that her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. Pressing himself up against her body, he murmured in her ear, "You're surprisingly hot like this, Granger... It makes me quite ready for more..." and ground his pelvis to hers, letting her feel his length. He was quite gratified by her hitch of breath, and smirked when she pleaded with him breathily.

"Professor, please-" another hitch that sounded rather like a sob. He never knew she was such a good actress. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, tipping her face away from him, unknowingly giving him greater access to her neck, which he took with relish, interspersing her pleas with moans and whimpers as he kneaded her rear, sucked on her neck, and ground into her.

"It's a shame," he murmured against her neck, causing her to shiver, "that we need someone to come across us while we're in the act, for I'm really losing my patience." Sliding his hand under the waistband of her trousers and between her panties and the warm skin of her backside, he cupped the soft mound in his long fingers, noticing the way she briefly jerked away before pressing back into his hand, arching her back and pushing her chest up with a sigh. He wanted to turn his attention to that chest, bite and suck, but realized that now was not the right time; it wouldn't do for anyone to come by and think him pleasuring Granger - it had to look like he was searching only for his own gratification.

A moment later he was glad that he hadn't given in to temptation, for a sibilant voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Ahh, Severusss... Enjoying yourself?"

Hermione stiffened, and he gave her neck a last lick, smirking as he looked up at his master.

"My Lord," he said silkily, giving the girl a warning squeeze when she whimpered. "I am quite, actually. I have had my eye on this girl for several years now, but thought it too dangerous to touch a member of the Golden Trio," he sneered, "under the watchful eye of the old coot." His grin turned predatory. "Imagine my surprise when I came across her in these dungeons... I trust you do not mind, my Lord?"

"No, indeed," Voldemort responded, his expression nearly as satisfied as that of his Death Eater at that moment. "I was pleased to hear that Lucius managed to catch the little mouse in his trap, and am quite looking forward to finding out everything she knows... But do take your time, Severus; I daresay you could even keep her once we're done with her," they exchanged a smirk before Voldemort turned and left, the door to the dungeon clanging shut, leaving them in complete silence.

"...How is he going to extract the information he wants?" came the hushed question, and Severus turned his head to meet Hermione Granger's terrified gaze.

"Legilimency, of course," he replied evenly, and was thankful that he and Albus had been teaching key members of the Order Occlumency, and that out of all of them, Granger had picked it up best.

"You have all important information safely buried?" he checked, subtly reminding her of what he had told her before in a lesson: when caught by the Dark Lord, he needed to find either absolutely no shields or only very rudimentary ones protecting the mind, and an apparently unguarded and mostly unsorted mind, for then he wouldn't search too hard for information, thinking it all laid out before him. That lesson should be one of the buried memories, and at her shaky but confident nod he was thankful that she had been the one to be caught.

"Before going before the Dark Lord you will have to bury parts of this encounter as well," he told her intently. "He mustn't find out that this was an act." She nodded, and he turned his head back to look at the last spot he had seen the Dark Lord.

"Look at the same place you were after the Dark Lord left; you can cut out the conversation we just had more easily then."

Feeling her do so, he waited a second before turning his head back, a smirk firmly on his face. She had assumed the terrified expression she'd worn before, and he felt his respect for her grow.

"So, Granger, where did we leave off?" A pause, and then he grinned ferally. "Ah yes."

He captured her mouth once more, ignoring her sob, and moved to undo the fly of her trousers.