Indietro Nel Tempo
CHAPTER TWO
Severus Snape was not a man easily made afraid; in fact, it had been said, unforgivably in his hearing, by Minerva one late night, after the Dark Lord's semi-ending, whilst they had all been a little too deep in their cups to watch their tongues, that he was a very Gryffindor sort of Slytherin. So why was he staring at his scowling reflection in the steam fogged mirror like a Hufflepuff afraid to open the bathroom door. Logically, he frowned, his worst fear should be that she would show him the darkest most hated aspects of himself, but Severus somehow knew that what turned his blood to ice was that maybe, just maybe the witch was right about his second master.
Dorie had left his cellar lab nearly twenty minutes ago and Severus had gone to shower. The tome's instructions only outlined the cleansing ritual for the virgin, but he figured a nice hot shower and a quick shaving spell would be appreciated by the witch waiting to be deflowered in his bed. Studying himself in the aging glass he noted critically that he was a little too thin and his skin was not only pale but a bit jaundiced as well. His chest and shoulders were lightly muscled and sparse smatterings of dark hair trailed down his abdomen into the thick thatch between his thighs.
Frowning he let one hand fondle the aroused flesh. He had never paid much attention to his the other men of his acquaintance to know whether he would be considered larger or smaller than average. Neither had he ever been with a sexual partner that was not paid to stroke more than his ego. Cocking his head to the side he thought about the petite witch and her narrow hips; even if he was considered small the girl would most likely find the invasion of his hard member painful.
Thinking of her as he had seen her, naked and spread across his bed, he closed his eyes and tightened his hand around the throbbing length of his erection. It had been months since he had a woman. Usually he paid for a rut or two throughout the year just to release pent up frustration. Wanking was fine in the short term, but it wasn't the same as feeling a real live woman wrapped around his member. Sometimes, if the whore was too brusque he would pay his coin and get it done and over; however, there was the rare bit of trim that actually enjoyed sex. When he found himself with such a rarity Severus dedicated a good deal of time to learning to please and be pleased. Would the little witch in his bed lay stiff beneath him or would she be marked among the rarities?
His eyes snapped open as the thought occurred to him. With a frown he amended his thoughts, the witch, Hermione—she said her name was Hermione, was not the kind of woman you flipped a galleon to as you buckled your trousers and headed out the door. She had saved herself for someone or something greater than a quick tumble, like many her age.
She had also known that if she remained untouched, her existence would depend upon his consummating the ritual and spilling his seed in her womb, but she had initiated the ritual anyway. She was light, her magic was so bright during the ritual bloodletting that is could have blinded him, and it should have repulsed her, the idea of someone unutterably dark like him possessing her. Yet, as he spoke with her earlier and touched her soft flesh she had seemed aroused even in her weakened state.
That was another thing, he hoped that the combination of blood restorative and energy enhancing potion revived her enough to participate in the act. Severus was not of a mind to complete the consummation if she could not stay conscious or actively take part in the activity. Pulling his dressing gown over his nakedness Severus belted it tightly and moved to the door. He had been whining in the bathroom like a Hufflepuff long enough.
Stealthily, he moved along the landing until he stood in his open bedroom door. He was pleased to see that she was sitting, unaided, in the center of his bed with a sheet loosely held to her breasts as she peered, it seemed, at the window on the far wall of his room. Her riotous curls had been pulled up off her shoulders and neck revealing the seductive line of her spine and the curve of her lower back as it merged with her hips. She looked like an artist's model, posing, ready to be immortalized on canvas. Severus watched as rosy color tinged her skin; she must have felt his eyes upon her.
"What are you thinking," she murmured, turning her head so he could see her profile.
"That you are making a terrible mistake," he warned, leaning his shoulder into the door casement and crossing his arms over his chest. "And you," he inquired, "What were you thinking as you studied your reflection in the window?"
"That I am making a terrible mistake," she huffed, and he watched as an uncertain smile graced her features. Severus felt disappointment and anger at the thought that she may be reconsidering her actions but her next words eased his temper, at least a small bit. "I haven't a clue how to entice a man and I have only ever disappointed you, Sir."
"Tell me what you see when you look at yourself," he murmured, and watched as she immediately turned back to the window and tilted her head to the side as she contemplated her reflection.
"Messy hair, plain features and a scarred body." She sighed.
Moving silently Severus came to a stop beside the bed and lifted his hand to gently run the backs of his fingers up her spine and along her neck. She startled when his fingers made contact, but did not shy away from his touch and that pleased him.
"If I may be so bold," he lowered his voice and made sure it was velvet along her nerve endings. "The sight of you, as you are now is thoroughly enticing; even if the magic did not call for our mating I would have wanted you." She shivered as he allowed his fingers to stroke the side of her throat rhythmically for a moment before gently cupping her chin and urging her to look at him.
The look of fear and hope in her eyes staggered him. Quickly untying his gown he shrugged it off and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling behind her on the bed, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Her entire being was trembling and it called to a long subdued quadrant of his soul.
Severus Snape was not a tender man; all of his sexual experience had been with well used women that would have laugh at tenderness from a paying customer, but in this instant, the instant his lips touched hers, Severus wanted to be everything she deserved. This witch had traversed time and braved a feared professor and the likely extinction he would relegate her to, and still she had come—for him.
She sighed and he felt her relax back into him as his lips slowly, softly coaxed her into a deeper kiss. With patience, that he did not know he possessed, Severus waited for her reaction and he was not disappointed when the hand that had been clutching the sheet to her breasts found its way into his hair and her lips opened beneath his inviting him deeper. Slowly, Severus settled his hands at her waist and allowed his thumbs to sweep in lazy circle low on her back as he flicked his tongue out and traced the sharp edge of her tiny teeth...once, twice and then deeper claiming her mouth as his own.
Gasping, Hermione grasped at his silken hair letting her nails scrape against his scalp almost painfully and the discomfort arrowed down his spine pushing his arousal up another notch. Letting his calloused hands skim up her sides he stretched his fingers to their limits and caressed the firm globes of her youthfully firm breasts causing her back to arch and squirm before him.
"Please," she pulled her mouth from his to beg for his touch.
Severus felt a powerful pride that he affected her so; smirking, he slid his left hand to her chin and turned her back to his kiss and immediately plunged his tongue between her trembling lips as his right hand cupped the heavy weight of her breast. Pinching the tightly furled nipple caused her thighs to shift restlessly and a whimper to sound in her throat. Stroking his left hand down her throat, over her sensitive breast to her belly, Severus edged his fingers into the tight bush at the apex of her thighs and smiled as her knees spread ever-so-slightly in innocent invitation. Ending their kiss Severus let his fingers lightly brush the curls but he wanted to see her eyes when his fingers touch her intimately for the first time.
Meeting her languorous golden-brown gaze, "Why are you here," he asked the question he had been asking himself in one form or another since he arrived home for the summer and found her naked and bleeding in his bed. Distantly, he realized it had only been that morning, but it felt like such a long—long time had passed since then.
Cupping his cheek she smiled and whispered, "Look and see," as she met his gaze widening her eyes in invitation. "My mind is your mind," she encourage as she shifted in his embrace and lay back onto the mattress beside him open to him in every fashion. Still he hesitated but when she reached for him he let her arms guide him to lie beside her. She smiled sweetly at him and continued to meet his black gaze silently encouraging him to take her mind, but for all that he had asked the question Severus was not sure he wanted to know the reasons.
So, he bent and without preamble sucked her nearest nipple deep into his mouth startling an inarticulate sound from her lips. Supporting his weight on his right arm Severus released her breast with a loud pop and met her glazed eyes. "And this," he asked, roughly thrusting his left hand between her thighs, two fingers opening her so that his middle finger could stroke her clitoris, "Is this mine, too?"
Her hands grasped his face and she pulled his mouth to hers as she initiated a gasping, biting kiss, her hips thrusting against his hand as she sought what it offered. He could tell when she was close and he pulled his lips from hers to meet her eyes. "Yes," she gasped as her body clenched in release. Her fingers held his face so tightly he thought she might leave their imprint upon his skin. It was then, as her passion glazed eyes fluttered but held his gaze that he finally understood all the girl was offering him.
Shifting over her, his mouth claiming hers fiercely, he settled between her still quacking thighs groaning as her wet heat cradled his throbbing member. Slowly, Severus slipped his cock back and forth through her folds but did not attempt to enter her. Instead he allowed the full length of him to prod and stroke her swollen bundle of nerves until she was trembling uncontrollably beneath him. Letting his lips slide to her throat he scraped his teeth along the vulnerable artery pulsing so erratically there while his hips continued the teasing slip and slide pushing her to another climax.
"Sev-er-us," she called breathlessly, "Please." He had never heard his name spoke in such a way, as though it were a benediction. His cock was painfully hard and he could take no more. Stubbornly, he had denied her his possession, but as her heavy lidded eyes sought his once more he relented.
"I am going to take you now, witch." His voice was silky and dark as he adjusted his hips and the tip of his cock came to rest at her still pulsing entrance and lifted his head to meet her gaze. Winding his hands in her tousled hair he held her head still so that she could not turn away from what was to come. Not that she seemed inclined to fight against him in any way.
Pressing forward with both mind and body Severus was caught by how trustingly the little witch lay beneath him as he stretched her body and entered her consciousness. The first thought to cross her mind was about the pain his entrance was causing. With an effort Severus paused in his advance of her body and could feel the barrier that would mark her as his for all time. He had been right earlier she was a tiny, little witch.
Her eyes widened when she read his intention and her voice pleaded, "Don't stop."
Searching her thoughts, soaking in her feelings Severus furrowed his brow and lent down claiming her swollen lips as he thrust his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt within her tight canal. Her eyes fluttered at his painful invasion but she did not block his mind and he felt her wonderment at the strangeness of having her professor inside her so completely.
Trembling with the effort to restrain his natural compulsion to pound into the little witch an take his pleasure, as he would have done a Knockturn Alley whore, Severus instead took up a slow and equally satisfying thrusting as he demanded roughly, "Show me, witch!" And she did. Dropping every barrier protecting her not inconsiderable mind she showed him everything.
First, she answered his earlier question of why when she showed him the books given to her after Dumbledore's death, one a book of fairy tales and the other handwritten nightmares. She nudged him toward one specific memory and he watched as she lay on her warded cot, somewhere in the Forest of Dean, and slid her small hand into her denims and under her knickers so she could stroke herself.
Her teeth were clenched and her eyes closed tight as she frantically worked her over-tired body to an almost painful release. His name spilled from her lips and he knew that was the first time she had ever imagined him as her lover. The intensity of that moment spilled over into this one and Severus searched for other such times as he increased his pace and rolled his hips. Hermione was gasping and moaning with her nails digging into his forearms as he caught a spot within her that sent her into orgasm.
Her mind shattered briefly as she came apart in his arms and the pulsing grip of her body pulled his release from his body with a great racking sob from his chest. The dark-blood magic she and Dorie initiated flared and then stabilized; he felt a constriction around his heart loose as he felt his seed filling her and heard her moan of welcome. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as her mind settled again and his cock remained firmly planted within her delicious warmth as he guided her thoughts back to the books she had received upon Dumbledore's death.
In moments he had completed a book, that had taken her months while hiding and on the run to read, in three strokes of his body into hers she showed him the truth about his life. Bits of larger entries stood out in her mind, as if they were beacons, he could not help but internalize each poisonous fragment.
"Ariana had another fit today…Headmaster came to tell me that mother died in a magical accident, but I know it was Ariana. I will have to do the right thing; I suppose and take over her care. I hate it!"
"I used my not inconsiderable influence over dear Grin to search for the Deathly Hallows, in my stead. He has similar thoughts on the muggle disease and he is a known anarchist so I will not be tied to the Hallows if anything should go wrong."
"I shall never underestimate the power of sex to sway even the bitterest heart to romantic gestures. Grin came to stay with us; Aberforth was predictably confrontational and things escalated. In the end Ariana was dead. I believe Grin may have done it to free me from my entanglement. I shall have to thank him properly."
"Grin found the Death Stick and, to my everlasting pain, took it upon himself to take it from Gregorovitch. I was very sad to realize he has nearly out lived his usefulness."
"Today dawned the morning of Grindlewald's crushing defeat—at my own hands—No one save Aberforth is even aware that I had any part in GrindlewaId's rise. The resistance brought to bear against us forced me to realize that the Wizarding world could not be ruled by force; and so, I set about conquering the magical populace through benevolence. There would be no phoenix-like army set against the savior of the Wizarding World…Peace was the trap baited with rumors of a coming dark lord. The Elder Wand is now mine and any trace to me erased."
"I was sent to notify a new student of their acceptance into Hogwarts. His name is Tom Riddle and he seems a twisted-sort. I could see in his mind every foul thing he had done. He has quite a track record."
"Tom is sure to channel his hatred into an attempt at dominating the wizarding world. He has already shown he is capable of great treachery; a student died today. I convinced the Headmaster that it was one of Rubeus Hagrid's many creatures. I need to keep Tom where I can watch his progress."
"Tom is making the wizarding world tremble and many of the Slytherin students have already joined his cause. There is one boy, a half-blood, which is such a tenderhearted boy. I believe I will be able to guide him into a position that will work to my advantage."
"I took measures to separate Severus from Lily Evans. She was having a far too positive effect on the boy. I believe that she will make the right decision and I hope that after her defection the boy will run to Tom and his ilk."
"To think those insignificant whelps, bent on bullying and tom foolery, would one day become organized was laughable. However, it soon became clear that James Potter and his band of merry men would eradicate Tom Riddle from out of the wizarding world and that; well, that, I could not allow. Peter had always been a disgustingly sycophantic rodent of a boy and it did not take much to sway him to betray his only 'true' friends."
"He is disgusting! I told him so to his face and still he fell at my feet pleading with me to save 'his sweet Lily'. His guilt will prove a nice motivator in the years to come."
"Tom is dead, or as good as. The same cannot be said for Lily and James Potter they appear to be very cold, dead corpses. I used the opportunity to frame Sirius Black he was becoming a nuisance."
"…in the end they were all like sheep, easily led and a word from me had them lining up to be willing sacrifices to the Greater Good."
Closing his eyes Severus cut the connection. He was right to have feared knowing the truth. Slumping he pressed his face into the witch's neck and tried to draw a deep breath, but he found he could not.
"Shh—," she soothed and he felt her gentle hands petting his head and shoulders as she crooned comforting nonsense into his ear. It was then he realized he was crying, great racking sobs. Severus felt instant shame; he had not cried in years. He tried to pull away from her but she held firm and in the end he lay in her arms stunned and—broken.
"Everything I have believed," he muttered.
"I know," she acknowledged, softly.
"You said he would come here and ask something of me," he prompted her.
"If today is the first day of summer holiday then he will arrive tomorrow in the morning," she informed him.
"You have a plan," he asked.
"Keep you safe," she whispered into his ear and pressed her lips to his shoulder.
"So, simple," he sneered and she laughed as she felt it against her throat.
"Nothing is ever simple where you are concerned," she sighed and shifted her hips slightly. He must be growing heavy. Raising himself onto his hands he levered his body off of hers, causing her to whimper and protest as he withdrew from her to settle beside her.
He meant to put distance between them, but she immediately rolled into his side and draped her arm, leg and unruly hair over him. She seemed quite content to remain suckered to him like a leech, but he was feeling manipulated and not a small bit angry that this slip of a girl dared to cross time to tear his world apart. She seemed to know a great deal about him and it felt—contrived.
"Did you shag me; was it to make sure I would remain on the right side of all this," he demanded.
"What," she growled and he felt her body freeze and then he felt her magic race over his skin from every point at which they touched. Even her hair was crackling with her rise of power.
"It seemed like a simple enough question," he answered coldly.
"Now you are just trying to tick me off," she hissed, pushing herself up with a hand planted dead center of his chest. He groaned as her full weight came to bare on that hand before she shifted over him straddling his hips. "You know why!"
"You do not know me," he narrowed his eyes on her, "So, either you wanted to ensure I stayed on the side of the 'Light' or you really did not want to cease to exist."
With a howl of rage she threw her arms wide and Severus found himself tied to the bed with a very real gag across his mouth. She had not used her wand or even verbalized her spell and yet here he was trussed up like the star of some bondage flick.
"I can't talk to you right now," she snarled, glaring down at him. She thrust her hand toward the floor and his robe flew to her. Struggling to don the gown and make a graceful exit from his lap she stumbled from the bed and to his bedroom door before she turned around and added in a frighteningly, good impersonation of his deadly, cool voice. "Obviously, sex really does destroy perfectly good male brain cells. I'll be in the shower when you come to your senses, but I warn you if you ever ask such a stupid, dunderheaded question again I will not be held responsible for my actions!"
AN: I realized a bit late that I never put a disclaimer on my fic…I would have thought it was perfectly obvious that I did not own the characters, but here it goes…I do not own them and only like to take them out and see where they like to go.
The Italian from the former chapter is loosely translated below. Also, thank you to those that took time to review.
Sangue nel tempo eterno -Blood through time eternal
Due cuori attraverso il sangue del puro intrecciate - two hearts through blood pure entwined
Attraverso gli occhi aprire la mente e sappiamo tutti - through the eyes open the mind and know all
Anime montate e spiriti uno – Souls mated and spirits one
Sementi e terreno fertile, bianco e nero, caldo e freddo, maschio e femmina si incontrano - seed and fertile ground, black and white, hot and cold, male and female converge
truth and knowledge bound in virgin blood - Verità e conoscenza in sangue vergine
Indietro nel tempo- Back in time
