Summary: He wore a mask, she had a sack over her head. They never knew who they were with that night.
15 months after the Battle at Hogwarts, Severus and Hermione have a chance encounter. He is attempting to live a simple life, having been pardoned from all his crimes. She is trying to raise a son that was her parting gift from the war and plan a wedding. But when they begin to bond over time with their son, everything changes.
A/N: Hello readers. First off, I want to note, I have another fanfiction going right now. This one right here, is not my priority. I am almost done with my other one, and once it's done, I will definitely put focus on this one. Second, please know that I am a student in college who works two jobs. My time is limited. I write when I can. I also am prone to writer's block. It has prevented me from finishing work before, but I will try not to abandon this. If you haven't already read it, my other fic is Choose a Savior , also a Hermione/Severus pairing. You definitely have a lot of material to read for the time being.
Here's some notes about this fic: Ron is dead. Fred survived, as did Remus. It's still mostly cannon. It's rated mature for certain parts, including this prologue, although tame, so you have been warned. There may or may not end up being BDSM (I'll have to research it first). Anyway, with all that out of the way, here it is. The prologue is short, I apologize, however I will try to have longer chapters.
Prologue
He looked down at the body of the naked girl who lie beneath him through his mask. She was bound, gagged and blindfolded, as most of the girls brought to him were. And she had a black sack covering her face. He refused to learn the faces of the women he was forced to hurt. It was the only way he could sleep at night, and even still most nights he was haunted by his actions.
But his master was watching. The other death eaters had already started ravaging their women, even the married ones. Bellatrix laughed as she watched her own husband rape a poor muggle woman who screamed in pain and fear.
He looked back down to the body of the girl in front of him. She was beautiful with ivory skin that had just a touch of tan. Her skin was smooth, and as he ran his hand across, her body suffered, yet she arched a little towards his touch. And she smelt lovely, a perfume she must have been wearing. As much as he wanted to bring her to ecstasy himself, he knew if he did not start taking her, his master would question.
By this point, he could not cast a protective spell without being heard, so he positioned himself at her entrance, shocked to find her body reacting in such a positive way, although it easily could have been in fear. He forced himself inside her, and groaned at the feel. He looked down at her perfectly shaped breasts and bent to take one nipple in his mouth. He could hear her moan against the gag. And he moved to the next one. He kept moving in and out of her. Her walls tightened around him, and he was only thankful that maybe she could enjoy it, even if it was a bodily defence.
He felt himself getting closer his climax, and honestly wished it would never end. Despite being very limited in how she could react, somehow she made the experience amazing. He wished he could find a prostitute as good as her. But the chances of that were slim. Each girl had her own way with men, and being bound, blind, and mute changed that. Most women tried to over compensate. But this girl arched her back just enough, moaned ever so slightly, and even tightened her thighs around his hips.
And her actions brought him to a release that shook his whole body. Their bodies were both covered in sweat and both were out of breath. He almost reached over to remove the sack hiding her face. But his master screamed out in anger and pain.
The boy was making too much progress with the horcruxes, and Voldemort was beginning to feel it. Severus zipped up his trousers and left the girl lying there as he went to support the Dark Lord.