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Prologue
Too long he had been trapped away from his desires. Too long he had to suffer the rage of being in the ongoing hell of complete consciousness without the ability to move. His wrath towards Lord Voldemort for placing him in the artifact had been his only link to sanity. He spent the long excruciating time creating various scenarios of revenge. As he stood on the top of a hill, a chilly wind blew around him. The traveling cloak whipped around him enveloping him and protecting him from the blast. His mind was focused on more important matters then his state of dress. His powers were nothing compared to the greatness he once had. The cliffs below him held the artifact that had held him imprisoned, that had drained his powers to sustain its dominance over him. Shattered and disbursed, it held no more control over him. Knowing that Voldemort was forever gone, he felt triumph at having his nemesis defeated. His new goal was to restore his power and grow beyond anything this world had ever seen. All he needed was a soul and an opportunity. The stronger the soul, the more power he would gain. Casually he descended the hill with as much regal bearing as his pure bloodlines called for.
Chapter 1
Hermione's eyes slowly opened as the sun streaming through her window shone on her face. She leapt from bed hurrying to the bathroom to get ready for the day. She couldn't help the excitement she was feeling. Today would begin her final year at Hogwarts and she was more than ready to begin. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water caress her skin. There was no better way to start the day in Hermione's opinion. Her hands began lathering the sponge. She enjoyed as the bubbles swirled down the drain. It was the simple pleasures in life. Running the sponge over her body, her mind lulled into a peaceful state. Her movements were slow and seductive. She closed her eyes to enhance the feeling of the sponge brushing against her skin. She often pretended that it was not a sponge, but the hands of a lover. Her hands guided the sponge over her breasts. She felt her legs go weak as tingles of sensation danced down her body straight to her core. Her inner muscles clenching as her hand inched closer to its final destination. Setting the sponge aside she let her fingers begin to tantalize her clit. She started rubbing herself in slow lazy circles. She felt herself gradually climbing higher her body was begging for a faster pace. Not able to deny the urge any longer, she began rubbing faster seeking the release she knew she was close to. Her eyes closed as her orgasm washed over her. She muffled her moans as best she could but in her moment of exquisite bliss a few whimpers left her throat. She came down from her orgasmic high and shut the water off. It was time to greet the day. Hermione languidly exited the shower and reached for her towel. She always preferred fluffy towels. They were soft and welcoming and made her just want to sink into them. After toweling her hair dry she pulled her robe on, not too worried about anyone seeing her. It was too early for most of the house hold to be stirring. Hermione knew Mrs. Weasley was probably in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Hermione was looking forward to a delicious cup of coffee. Stepping out of the bathroom she was met with one Severus Snape. What in the hell was Snape doing standing in the Burrow hallway at 6:30 in the morning? For a minute Hermione was too stunned to say anything. She pulled her robe tighter to her and swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape her.
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Severus quickly calmed his scattered wits. The last thing he expected to happen this morning was to run into a sultry Hermione Granger. Her long brown hair lay curled around her neck and shoulders. Water was sliding from her hair and disappearing into the slight opening at the top of her robe. Her eyes were dilated in a manner that suggested that she wanted to be ravished. Severus observed all of this in a matter of seconds. Being a master spy had many advantages, such as quickly composing himself in sudden situations. "Ms. Granger." He sneered with a look of contempt on his face. "Do you mind closing your mouth and moving out of my way." Ms. Granger's mouth snapped closed, it looked as if she wanted to ask a question, but she thought better of it. She quickly stepped around him and left with her eyes averted to the floor. Severus allowed himself to enjoy the view of her retreating backside. Severus slammed the bathroom door, thoroughly disgusted at himself for even considering a slight attraction to the young woman, but damn if she had grown into a luscious beauty. Her toned body and high perky breast would tantalize any sane man. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he quickly worked on returning to the kitchen. Molly had invited him to breakfast and for a reason he himself did not fully understand he had accepted. He swore that he had heard the soft chuckle of a mischievous old man, but Severus knew he was imagining his late mentor's laugh. Making his way back to the kitchen to see why Molly had invited him, he stopped briefly outside of a slightly ajar door. Not sure why, he looked in. He had to stifle a groan as his manhood instantly hardened. Standing with her back to the door stood a naked and unaware Hermione. Her perfect ass was hard to look away from but he had to before he was discovered. Mentally cursing himself as well as the silly chit for not closing her door all the way he finally made it safely to the kitchen. "What can I do for you Molly?" Severus did his best to sound civil and interested as he accepted a cup of steaming coffee from the plump woman. Sipping the black coffee Severus listened to Molly's request.
"I know that you've never had a positive relationship with Harry or my children, but I ask that you protect them this year. It might be the nerves of a worried mother, but I feel that something bad will happen this year."
All of this came out in a rush and Severus considered dismissing her request and leaving that instant, but the look of true panic in her eyes changed his mind. Transitioning from having a true threat to a state of peace was not simple.
"Molly, I will do my best to protect all students at Hogwarts this upcoming year. I appreciate your worry and will do my duty, but don't expect me to be nice to those brats."
Severus couldn't stop the sneer on his face as he finished his last statement. He stood abruptly ready to take his leave, but as he turned to exit the stifling homey kitchen he almost knocked over a startled Hermione. Raking his eyes over her attire he swooped out of the door. Tight jeans on that shapely derriere was an alluring sight. Brooding at his inability to keep pure thoughts he apperated to Hogsmede.
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Running into Snape unexpectedly twice in one morning was not a good omen for Hermione. Her mind was playing tricks on her because she was sure that her Potions professor gave her an appreciative once over before leaving the Burrow. Pushing these absurd thoughts from her mind, she sat down to have a calming cup of hot brewed coffee with Mrs. Weasley. If it hadn't been for Hermione's preoccupied mind she would have seen the look of panic slide from Mrs. Weasley's face with the departure of Severus Snape.
After sitting with Mrs. Weasley and soaking in the sunniness of the morning, Hermione felt her mood brighten and her excitement returned. In a few hours they would all be on the Hogwarts Express headed back to Hogwarts. Ginny made her appearance in the kitchen about 30 minutes after Hermione. Her hair was disheveled and needed brushing. "Good morning Ginny!" Hermione squealed.
Ginny's eyebrow shot in the air at her exuberance. "Good morning Hermione. Excited?"
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "What's not to be excited about? We're all headed back to Hogwarts. Last year at this time I would have never imagined such."
Ginny sat down at the table and smiled over at her bubbly friend. "You're absolutely correct that is something to be excited about."
The two friends talked enthusiastically about the upcoming year. They mused about whether or not they would share the same dorm or if the honorary seventh years would be given their own dormitory. They talked about the classes they wanted to take this year and who the teachers would be. As they discussed the different teacher options Hermione's mind couldn't help to fixate on one professor in particular. She wasn't sure what had changed about him for her, but she sure wished she could figure it out. Ginny calling her name quickly snapped her out of her introspection. Hermione blinked her eyes and sat up straighter in her chair. She mentally gave herself a shake and refocused her attention on Ginny. Just then the boys finally arrived for breakfast being the loud and crazy boys that she loved. Once more Hermione couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she watched them enter the kitchen. "I almost gave up on you two and was about to begin cleaning up."
Mrs. Weasley chided the two late boys. "Hurry up and eat. It is time for you all to finish packing." Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen retrieving dirty dishes as well as dolling out fresh hot food for Harry and Ron.
Hermione glanced over at Ron as her and Ginny left the kitchen. She reflected on their past and how grateful she was that their relationship had morphed into a stronger friendship than before. It had been a little touch and go there for a few months and then Ron realized the truth in Hermione's words. He just wasn't ready for a mature and serious relationship. He still wanted to party and have a good time rather settle in for the night. Hermione had told him that in the long run this would cause deep seated issues that would only make them hate each other. As much as it pained her to do so, she had to face the truth and end that era of their relationship.
"Hurry up Hermione!" Ginny called to her from the top steps. "I thought you were excited to get this show on the road." Hermione laughed at Ginny's use of the idiom. Picking up her pace she reached Ginny and they entered Ginny's room together. Ginny and Hermione joked and laughed as they put the finishing touches on their packing. Hermione had actually already finished packing, so she acted more as a companion than anything else. Though Ginny was a lot tidier than all of her brothers, she still had a small clutter of items that needed gathering, and packing. Harry and Ron stuck their heads in the room on their way upstairs. "You two better hurry up or Mrs. Weasley might…" Ron and Harry didn't stick around to hear what Mrs. Weasley might do. Their imaginations supplied enough motivation. Ron stuck his tongue out at them before rushing upstairs. Ginny and Hermione giggled as they began heaving their belongings downstairs. It took Harry and Ron mere minutes to have their baggage downstairs with everyone else's.
"Alright dears, no time to waste let's get you to that train." Mrs. Weasley's smile wavered from her face for a split second as if an unpleasant thought occurred to her. It didn't last long and none of the youth caught it, wrapped up in the excitement of the moment.
Ginny branched off from the group as soon as they arrived at the station. She hugged her mother goodbye and ran to meet up with her friends. This time, Hermione noticed the worried look on Mrs. Weasley's face. Giving the kindly woman a huge hug, Hermione told her not to worry. Harry, Ron and her would look after Ginny. Mrs. Weasley kissed her cheek. "Thank you dear that would ease some of my worry. I just wish there were someone to look after you three." Hermione laughed and told her she could handle that. Herminie missed the whispered response of "I truly hope so." They climbed on the train and quickly found an empty compartment. They all waved goodbye to Mrs. Weasley as the train pulled out of the station.
"I am curious about how this year is going to play out." Hermione mused aloud.
"I hope it is as boring as possible." Harry's response was quick but he said it with a smile on his face. "We have had way to much adventure in our lives to satisfy anybody. All I want from this year is to play quiddich, go to classes, do my homework, eat, and go to bed. Anything more exciting than that and I think I might have to call it quits."
Ron snickered at Harry. "I would be up for a little bit of adventure if it included me and a girl finding a cozy place to hole up in for an hour or two." Ron winked at Harry as he said this.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shoved Ron's shoulder. "You mean about 10 minutes."
Ron blushed and grinned sheepishly at Hermione. "I meant an hour or two."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Sure you did."
They talked and bantered back and forth like this for most of the trip. After a while they settled down and Hermione pulled out a book and started reading it as Harry and Ron fought in an epic battle of wizard's chess. Her mind became quickly absorbed in the book in front of her. Harry and Ron didn't know this but, Hermione had a secret love of romance books. She wasn't picky. She loved historical romance all the way to dominance and control. Lately she has found herself drawn to the darker side of romance with the war torn heroes with the shady pasts. Her heart melted for these tortured souls who through it all they were seeking love. Her latest story had her trapped in a dungeon far underground without hope of escaping. Hermione was just getting to the best part, when the hero bursts in and saves the damsel in distress, when she realized that the compartment had grown silent. Glancing up from her book Hermione realized that both Ron and Harry were looking at her. "Can I assist you with something?" she asked in her sweetest voice. She knew the boys had no clue what she was reading because she had enchanted the cover to look like her Ancient Runes book.
"We were just wondering what you were smiling about like that in an Ancient Runes book." Harry replied.
Hermione didn't hesitate. "Learn how to read Ancient Runes and you might find out."
Ron made a face that Hermione couldn't help but laugh at. "Hermione that will never happen. That's less likely to happen then Snape getting a girlfriend." Ron snickered at his own joke. Harry punched Ron's shoulder laughing too hard to talk. Hermione didn't respond as her mind thought back to this morning and how Snape's eyes had traveled down her body. She could have sworn for a second he was undressing her with his eyes. Hermione felt her face heat as other parts of her body responded to this thought. Thankfully the boys had returned to their game of chess and left Hermione to her thoughts without their notice. Hermione tried to banish the thoughts of Snape from her mind. She was very sure that she was just imagining the moment due to all of the romance novels she'd been reading lately. As Hermione began reading her book once more, she couldn't help if her mind supplied one dark and handsome professor as the leading character. Tired of fighting her own secret desires Hermione immersed herself even more deeply into her novel and enjoyed the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts.
Exiting the train was a bittersweet moment for Hermione. This would be the last time she would get to take the carriage ride up to Hogwarts. Hermione did her best to ignore the threstrals as most of the reoccurring seventh years could all probably see them. Letting go of these sad thoughts Hermione looked onward to the castle. Her heart and mind full of hope and optimism for the future.
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The crowd was so busy that nobody noticed the thin man observing them all. He had a pleasant face but you could tell he had seen a lot of things he didn't want to share. He stared silently at the bustle of students thoughtfully as though searching for something. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, a pure soul standing just within his view. One of the purest and strongest souls he had found in his many months of searching. Her curly brown hair cascaded softly down her back. She looked as though she were waiting on something or someone. Carefully moving in the shadows he placed his hand to one of her many curls, careful not to let her know he was there. He muttered the words that would begin his one and only chance at returning to power. The girl flicked her hair just as he was finishing the curse. "Hurry up you two or we will have to be in the last carriage to the castle." He watched as the aura only he could see surrounded the girl and slowly faded to encircle her heart. He would have to show patience with this curse. It might take some time but it would be worth it in the end. Shrinking further back into the shadows he watched the girl and two boys enter one of the last few carriages. The boy with the bright orange hair looked around before finally entering the carriage.
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For a second Hermione felt as if she was being watched. She flipped her head around taking in her surroundings. "Hurry up you two or we will have to be in the last carriage to the castle." To be honest she wouldn't mind that, but she was feeling a little skittish and wanted to hurry up and get to the safety of the castle.
"Hold your horses we are coming". Harry hollered from the train. "We were grabbing the rest of the snacks. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at her boys. Thinking about their stomachs, always.
The ride to the castle was as beautiful as usual. Hermione let out a soft sigh as she took in the twinkling reflection of the night sky in the lake. Once again she wanted to appreciate the small things in life. The things that most people take for granted. "Hermione you have been very quiet since we got off the train." Ron said through a mouthful of chocolate frogs.
"That's gross Ron please wait until you are finished eating before you speak please. If you must know I was enjoying the beauty of nature around us which you rudely interrupted." Hermione heatedly said. Ron looked confused for a second before Hermione blinked suddenly and apologized. "Oh Ron, I don't know where that came from. I am so sorry. I think I am sadder than I thought I would be about this being our last year at Hogwarts. It feels like just yesterday we were rowing across that lake with Hagrid with so much wonder and excitement."
Ron's eyes softened as he listened to Hermione. "It's okay 'Mione I understand, I think we are all a little sad." Hermione smiled at her friend she was so blessed to have two of them she could count on.
Harry put his arm around her and said "Let's make it the best year yet." Hermione felt her emotions lift immediately, her moment of harshness all but forgotten. The happy trio made their way into the castle and into the Great Hall for their last sorting ceremony.
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Seversus's eyes kept scanning the crowd of students. He told himself that he was checking for misconduct, but if he was truly honest with himself he was looking for one student in particular. His mind had been on her all day. He thought back to that morning as he caught her coming out of the bathroom. He felt himself hardening as he remembered how sexy she looked standing naked in her room. That wasn't an image he would easily let go of as hard as he had tried all day not to focus on it. His anticipation for the evening had grown as the day wore on. He told himself it was because he was ready to get this school year started, but something below the belt told him it was something completely different. She finally walked into the Great Hall and Severus had to catch his breath. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were glowing with joy. Her cheeks were rosy from laughter and she walked with confidence. Severus saw her for the first time for what she was, a picture of purity. She had seen the world in all of its horror and came out sparkling on the other side. Suddenly Hermione's eyes turned to him. Severus looked away quickly and reorientated himself. Severus glanced at her as she made her way to Gryffindor table not daring to let himself look again. McGonagall stood up and gave her beginning of the year speech. It wasn't as humorous as Albus's used to be, but it was warm and heartfelt. As McGonagall sorted the students and started the feast, Severus sat cursing his new found interest in Hermione. Determined to ignore the emotions and thoughts he had just had, Severus began eating his food.
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Hermione wasn't sure what caused her to look his way, but her eyes flew to the front of the Great Hall only to find Snape's eyes sliding in the opposite direction. She could have sworn he was just looking at her. Shrugging off this odd sensation, Hermione made her way to the Gryffindor Table. She paid rapt attention to the Headmistress McGonagall's welcome speed and she clapped the loudest for the new Gryffindors. Finally the food showed up and Hermione dug in. She was hungry. Harry and Ron joined right in and they all enjoyed the feast together. Finally with their stomachs full the plates were cleared, and McGonagall stood to give her final announcements. "I am pleased to welcome back our honorary 7th years. Because we have only a handful of you who returned we have designated you each your very own room. It will still be in your prospective house area, but your room will be your own. Your head of House will show you your room later. The Honorary 7th years began buzzing with excitement.
"Our own rooms Harry, alright!" Ron shouted.
"Settle down, settle down. That being said, I look forward to a new year with each and every one of you and I hope you all have a great night."
Being dismissed from the feast Hermione was ready for bed. She was excited about a room to herself. Right now all she could think about was sinking down into her pillows and falling asleep. "Did you see the Head of House for Gryffindor?" Hermione asked.
Lavender and Parvati started giggling when she asked this. "Of course we did. How could we miss that fine specimen of a man." Lavender said to Hermione. Hermione couldn't help but smile. From what she had seem he had been pretty decent looking, but it had been years since Hermione had allowed something as trivial as good looks turn her head. Gilderoy Lockhart had made sure that she now looked beneath the surface of a pretty face. Hermione watched as Professor Tyran approached the Honorary Seventh years. Tilting her head sideways she peered up at the new Head of House. "Pleasure to meet you, my name is Hermione Granger." The tall man smiled down at her with a gleam in his eyes, Hermione felt a small shift inside of her almost as if there was a pull that she did not understand. Her eyes darted away as his smile widened.
"The pleasure is all mine Miss Granger." Professor Tyran reached forward and touched her arm. Hermione felt the blood rush to her face as she peeked up at Professor Tyran. Removing his hand from her arm he turned towards the other students. It took her a moment to focus on what he was saying. Her body began to tingle and she found it was hard for her to concentrate on what was going on around her. "Please allow me to escort the Honorary Seventh years to your rooms." Hermione knew he was talking to all of the others as well, but she also felt that his eyes lingered on her more so than all of the others and that he was addressing her directly. She shook her head and tried to dismiss the strange feelings that were assailing her senses. She fell in line behind the other students and followed Professor Tyran to the Gryffindor Tower. "You have been placed in the highest floor away from the others to give you more privacy. Potter, Weasley, Thomas, Longbottom, and Finnegan follow those stairs all the way to the top and you will find that your rooms have your name on the door. Miss Granger, Miss Patil, and Miss Brown same goes for you young ladies. You will find that you have a few options for decorations when you get up there. Enjoy." With his short instructions he turned around and left them to go find their rooms. Hermione instantly forgot her earlier confusion and the fog seemed to lift from her as her and the other girls excitedly walked up to their awaiting rooms. Lavender and Parvati chose the two rooms on the left and the right leaving Hermione with the room at the back of the corridor. They walked through each room and noticed that each one had the same layout. Hermione was the first to see the open book by the bedside that had different pages for each part of the room. She looked at the first page and saw that it was labeled wallpapers. She scanned the selection and was very pleased with the variety she was offered. The instructions at the top of the page said to place a wand on the wallpaper of your choice while saying praetexo. Hermione excused herself to her room so she could browse through her decoration book to decide how she wanted her room to look. Hermione looked through the entire book before making her decision on all of the different items in her room. She finally decided on a cream colored room with cherry blossoms spanning the wall. She chose a canopy bed with black bedspread. Her sitting chair and table were matching mahogany wood with decorative inlays of lions and red cushions for her chair. Satisfied with how her room looked she felt exhaustion sweep over her. She had not been at the castle a day, but for some reason she felt like all she could do was lie down and go to sleep.
Hermione was in a dark dungeon. Everything around her was black. She couldn't see anything and the silence surrounded her like a blanket. A blanket that was smothering her and she could not find a way out of it. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Finally she heard a faint sound it was coming from her left, or she thought it was her left. Her senses were so disorientated that she didn't know her left from her right. Hermione tried to lift her hand to brush her hair out of her face because it was tickling her nose. She found that she could not move her hands, she was tied down. The only thing she could move was her head and that had a very limited range of motion. The sound seemed to be getting louder. Hermione was torn between two emotions: fear and relief. Relief that the silence was finally broken and fear of what the noise was that she knew was coming her way. She heard a door open, but no light came from a hallway. She remained in complete darkness. She heard the swishing of robes as somebody or something entered the room. Hermione tried to ask who was there but once again she found that her vocal chords did not want to produce a sound. She could feel the panic rising in her chest. Why was she here? Who had put her here? What did they want to do with her? All of these questions whirled through her mind. She felt a whisper of a touch on her face. She flinched away from the touch as best she could her body wanted to cringe at the unexpected contact. Her whole body was tensed and ready to bolt when given the chance if there ever was one. The moment the hand touched her she felt her worries slip away. She felt the panic subside. What did it matter that she was here in a dungeon. Her eyes drifted closed as the hand reached out and caressed her face. She felt her mouth open and a sigh escape her lips as the feather light touch floated down her face. Her only thought was wanting more of the enticing touch. Her emotions ranged from aroused to enthralled. She felt like the only thing that mattered in the world was that the hand that was grazing the soft skin along her neck not stop touching her. Suddenly the hand that was on her throat tightened, the part of her mind that should be frightened by this was being suppressed by the heat rolling in her body. This is not right Hermione thought. She quickly dismissed that thought as she felt another hand slide up her leg and start massaging her thighs. "Do you like to be taken advantage of in dark places?" No! It was a fleeting rejection of her current situation. Her throat finally seemed to make a sound now. It made a low moan as the hand on her thigh gradually skimmed higher and higher. It moved away as she thought it would finally touch her quivering folds. "You didn't answer my question pet." She was nobody's pet. She belonged to nobody. She was her own person. The panic was back and this time when she screamed she heard it.
Hermione sat bolt upright in her bed, her mind struggling to understand where she was and why her heart was racing. She knew she had been dreaming, but she could not remember what the dream was about. Hermione laid back on the bed and let her breaths slow to a regular pace. As her breathing regulated she noticed that she was still not comfortable. Something was still off about herself. Her heart was still racing even though she had gotten her breathing right. She placed her hands of her throat and felt heat rush between her legs. As confused as she was, she could not ignore the sudden wetness and wanting she felt. Her hand snaked under the covers and found the dewy wetness that her pussy had provided. Her body raised off the bed to meet her fingers. She couldn't believe how good it was feeling just to run her fingers over her puffy lips, spreading her juices and enjoying the sensation. She closed her eyes and for a brief second the image of Professor Snape flashed in front of her eyes. Her eyes popped open but her fingers buried themselves inside of her. She usually liked to take her time and enjoy the build to a climax, but her body was ready to come now. She stuck as many fingers inside of herself as she could and rubbed as fast as she could until she felt her body explode. Her breathing had returned to sporadic intakes of breath but she didn't care. She had just had the most amazing climax ever and it almost felt like her body was asking for a repeat performance. Hermione refused to acknowledge the image that she had seen. If she didn't acknowledge it, then it didn't happen. Her eyes drifted closed as sleep took her again.