WARNINGS: This is a very dark, disturbing story based on the Marriage Law Challenge, where Muggle-borns are forced by law to marry Purebloods in an attempt to strengthen magical blood. In this story we have a very brutal and dark Severus, a rather twisted Hermione, graphic violence, mutilation, abuse and brutal sexual scenes in coming chapters. Also it portrays the Potions master as a man who has several women he deals with intimately, as well as occasionally serving as a porn star for the Dark Lord. So if you are a straight HG/SS shipper, this might not be for you. Still, it is a love story…just a tad deviant in the telling. If you think you can handle the content, please feel free to descend into my Alternate HG/SS universe.
Disharmony in the Dungeons Part 2
Despite his lucidity, Severus awoke in the middle of the night groaning and in great pain. Hermione woke up instantly and retrieved Poppy, who treated him. The medi-witch made Hermione leave the room while she again worked on his mutilated back and changed the bandages. Hermione returned when the healer was finished.
When Poppy and Albus initially returned to check on the couple, and the healer saw the witch curled against the Potions Master, she wanted to remove Hermione from the bed. Albus stopped her, telling her exactly what Severus told his Hermione, that she was his wife and had a right to sleep with her husband. Poppy conceded. The next morning, Hermione arose and after losing an argument to Severus, left the infirmary to go to class as he insisted.
As the Potions Master was doing his best to resist eating the gruel Poppy was trying to spoon down his throat, Albus came to visit him, granting him a reprieve from the medi-witch's efforts at feeding him something nutritious. Severus scowled after the healer as she left in a huff, muttering about stubborn, half-dead wizards that ought to be restrained.
"I swear, I think that woman purposely makes that tasteless slop for me and me alone," the Potions Master said to Albus while making a face. "I am going to get Hermione to smuggle in soup with vegetables this afternoon. Poppy's purposely trying to keep me weak and bedridden."
Albus grinned and pulled up a chair. He sat down and looked at Severus soberly.
"Severus, while you were absent, the marriage law was repealed. You are no longer obligated to be married to Mrs. Snape. You have until January 15th to annul your nuptials. If you do not dissolve the marriage by midnight of that date, it will become binding forever as all wizarding marriages," the Headmaster said.
Severus looked at him a moment.
"Hermione is aware of this?" he asked quietly. He knew she was. For some reason he wanted Albus to confirm it.
"Yes, she is," Albus replied.
"She didn't say anything about it to me," the Potions Master said.
"Well, you've not been back even a full day, Severus. She probably thought she'd wait to let you know. I imagine you will be pleased to get your life back," Albus said, his blue eyes twinkling.
Severus didn't say anything. He was thinking how nice it had been to feel Hermione sleeping next to him last night. It was the first time in his life he had slept with a woman he hadn't shagged first. And usually the only reason he had slept with a woman after sex was because it was either too late to go home or send her home. Hermione had been the first woman he slept with simply because he wanted to. He wanted to get her used to feeling his body next to hers. Even on his sick bed, he was calculating.
Severus thought at first that Hermione wanted to stay with him last night because of the kiss, but soon decided that she would have stayed with him even if he hadn't kissed her. The witch had been very concerned about him, and missed him while he was with the Dark Lord. He liked that fact. However, Severus was certain that Hermione wouldn't have slept in the bed with him if he hadn't kissed her. She would have stayed in the chair. Now that she knew how he could make her feel, she wanted to be closer to him. Well, if he got his way she would soon get as close to him as was humanly possible.
The only thing about this situation that disconcerted him was the fact that Hermione was a virgin, and didn't know what to expect. But it was too late, she had already worked herself into his blood, and he had to have her. The truth of the matter was, Severus had not been with a virgin since he was a youth, and almost a virgin himself. He didn't even remember the girl's name.
Severus' first experience had been with a much older witch, who knew what she was about. She was a friend of his mother's who entered his room accidentally on the night of a party. Severus was seventeen at the time and didn't attend the gathering. He avoided his parent's get-togethers like most teens, and remained in his bedroom reading during the entire celebration.
The woman was a bit inebriated when she stumbled into his bedroom while looking for the loo. The witch took one look at him lying in his bed shirtless and in his pajama bottoms, then closed and warded his door. She was a very pretty woman, the kind young wizards wanked off over, so when she started to undress, Severus just watched her wide-eyed and didn't protest. She did ask him if he was a virgin when she slid into the bed next to him and he told her he was. When she asked him if he wanted to stay a virgin, his black eyes swept over her and he told her no. She then asked him if he could keep a secret, and he told her yes, and that was the magic answer.
What Severus remembered most about the experience was when the woman pulled down his pajama bottoms, exclaimed, then looked at him as if he were the most beautiful creature in the world. Then she told him in a very low and sexy voice that he had been gifted. The rest was a blur of heat, softness, and indescribable pleasure. When he up woke the next afternoon, he thought he might have dreamed the entire episode, but the stains on his sheets and the scratches on his back proved it had been quite real. After that, and the one virgin, all the women he slept with were experienced. Hermione would be the first virgin he ever deflowered as an adult wizard.
Albus cleared his throat. The Potions Master had zoned out on him.
Severus snapped out of his reverie as he realized the Headmaster was looking at him, waiting for a response to his getting his marriage annulled.
"I said, Severus, that I imagined that you will be pleased to get your life back," the Headmaster repeated.
"Yes," the Potions Master replied absently. Albus couldn't help but notice the lack of conviction in his voice.
When the Headmaster left, Severus decided that he would not address the overturning of the marriage law until Hermione did. He would deal with it then.
For the four days that the Potions Master remained in the infirmary, Hermione attended her classes as usual, but slept with him every night, securely dressed in her granny gown. She quickly got used to his lean, warm body beside hers and his strong arm encircling her shoulder as she slept. On the fifth day Poppy said he could return to his rooms.
"But NO strenuous activities for at least a week and a half!" she chided, looking at both of them sternly.
The medi-witch knew that the dynamic between the Potions Master and his wife had changed significantly, and Hermione's virginity was marked for death. She just didn't want her patient expiring with it.
Severus was quite anxious to get at Hermione, but found that he ached terribly around his mid-section if he bent too quickly. He had suffered a lot of muscle damage, and regrettably conceded that Pomfrey was right…he would not be up to par for several more days. He needed to be in tip-top condition for Hermione.
Hermione helped the Potions Master return to their rooms via the floo. It was now the Christmas break, so she could help nurse him back to health. After settling Severus in and making sure he had plenty to eat, drink and read, Hermione took a day trip to London to see her parents and inform them that she would be staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. Her mother and father were very disappointed. She had come home for the holidays every year since starting at Hogwarts.
Her father in fact was suspicious, and asked why she had not yet annulled her marriage. He had learned that the law was repealed and was overjoyed his daughter would be out of the clutches of the dark wizard she married. Ever since he witnessed that kiss at the wedding, Jonathan Granger was sure Severus had designs on doing more than being a husband in name only. He suspected that the Potions Master was stalling the annulment and intent on taking advantage of his innocent daughter. At least he hoped she was still innocent.
"Well dad, he's…he's sick right now. I don't want to leave him while he's sick," Hermione told her father, who scowled at this. Her mother, on the other hand, looked at Hermione a bit oddly, her blue eyes sweeping over her several times.
Jonathan swelled with indignation.
"He can get one of those house elf things to look after him. You're not his nursemaid. Sure, he did you a favor, Hermione…but you're not obligated to wait on him hand and foot because of it. I want you out of this marriage, young lady," her father said, his amber eyes narrowed at the thought of Severus having his way with his daughter. "And I want you home for Christmas. That's it. End of story."
Hermione's father gave her a look that clearly said the issue was closed as far as he was concerned. He was the king of this household, and the king had spoken. His subjects must obey.
Hermione hesitated. She had never disobeyed her father openly before. But she wanted to be with Severus more than she had wanted anything in her life. She took a deep breath.
"Dad, I love you, you know that. You've always been there for me, always tried to guide me in the right way. And I appreciate it. But dad, I'm eighteen now. An adult. I can make my own choices and my own decisions. You can't tell me what to do anymore," she said softly, hating the look on her father's face as she did so.
Sara walked up and put her hand on her husband's arm as Jonathan stared down at his daughter, his little girl, and tried to digest her telling him that she no longer needed him. Hermione wasn't telling her father that, but it was how he felt in his heart. And he lashed out just like everyone else did…at the Potions Master.
"He's been telling you things like that, hasn't he?" her father said. "That lecherous bastard. He's been using his time alone with you to influence you, to tear you away from your family and friends, and keep you locked up in that dungeon with him. Saying you're all grown up now and don't need to listen to your old dad anymore, I bet. I've got a mind to go to Hogwarts and make him a damn site sicker than he is."
"Don't you dare!" Hermione blurted out, shocking her father, her mother and herself. "Severus has nothing to do with this. He has no idea what I am here to talk to you about."
Hermione looked at her father and her eyes narrowed. She was tired of everyone knocking the Potions Master. It was time to come clean to her parents. About everything.
"Severus is not a lecherous bastard. He hasn't tried to lay a single hand on me in all the time I've been in the dungeons with him. He's been kind and more than kind. I never told you what almost happened to me. About how I was attacked by a wizard intent on raping me and maybe killing me. Severus wasn't there…"
Hermione's mother's eyes widened in horror, and her father's face went hard as stone.
"…but once he found out what happened to me, dad, he went out and found that wizard. And he KILLED him, dad. With his bare hands, he killed him for touching me!" Hermione said, tears starting to stream down her face.
Shock registered on both her parents' faces at this revelation. Hermione continued.
"And then, he was tortured. Not for a minute or an hour, but for days…for days, dad! Because he avenged me. That's why he's sick. That's why I need to take care of him. That's why I need to stay with him," Hermione said, wiping at her streaming eyes with her hand.
Jonathan's arm wrapped around his wife. He drew her in close, as if for support as he listened to his daughter. Hermione's mother was crying quietly, her blue eyes focused on the witch as she told her story.
"And you know something else dad? Severus did this, and he's never, ever touched me. Does that sound like a lecher to you, dad? A man that would put his own life on the line to avenge a woman he has never touched? Who would suffer horrible tortures for her honor when he has received no reward?" she said, trembling with emotion.
Hermione sniffed, and stood up straighter, lifting her chin slightly as she faced her parents.
"I don't know that I want to dissolve this marriage, dad. Not after all he's gone through for me. You have to agree he's gone through as much for me as you would have, and I'm your daughter. I'm not saying he loves me, but I think that I love him. I didn't intend to…but…that's how it is. And I am staying with him over the holidays…and dad, if he does try to touch me…I'm not sure I won't let him. He's my husband and it's my decision. You'll just have to learn to live with my decisions."
Jonathan looked at his daughter, his chest tight as he absorbed all she had told him in one burst. Her mother leaned against him, looking up at him then at Hermione. Her poor child…why didn't she let them know what had happened to her?
Hermione saw the question in her mother's eyes.
"Don't blame the Headmaster. I asked that you not be told what happened. I didn't want you to come there and see me, then blame everyone at Hogwarts…or blame Severus. You would have tried to make me leave the school. I want to finish my studies, and then go on to university and become a Spells Mistress. There are sick, twisted people in every world, and the wizard who attacked me was a very sick man. It was nobody's fault. And he's gone now. Severus took care of him. I didn't see any reason to get you both involved."
Jonathan started blinking very quickly. Hermione stared at him, waiting for him to start screaming and ranting as he usually did when he discovered he had been left out of the loop. But instead, her father let go of his wife and opened his arms to his daughter.
Sobbing, Hermione ran to him and he enfolded her in his strong, comforting embrace and held her, saying nothing, rocking her as he used to do when she was a child, quietly mourning the truth that she was a child no longer. Sara moved behind her daughter and wrapped her tiny arms around her as well.
Mother, father and daughter stood like that for a long, long time, drawing comfort and strength from each other.
Then Hermione returned to Hogwarts.
And Severus.
It was after nine in the evening when Hermione returned to the castle. She felt exhausted and instead of walking to the dungeons, Hermione flooed from the main hall to Severus' rooms. When she stepped out of the fireplace, she found the Potions Master asleep in the armchair. He had changed for bed it seemed. He was in his boxers and silk house robe, which was open and showing his pale, muscular chest. Hermione's eyes swept over him slowly. He looked peaceful, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks, his silky hair partially covering his face. An issue of Potions Today rested on his lap. He breathed easily. Hermione stepped a little closer to him, looking at how well defined his chest was. She wanted to touch, but didn't dare. She straightened and took off her cloak, resting it on the other armchair. She looked at Severus. She hated to wake him but it was best he went to bed.
"Severus. Severus," she called to him. "Wake up. You need to go to bed."
The Potions Master roused and opened his eyes. He looked up at her.
"Made it back I see," he said sleepily, before attempting to sit up straighter and wincing.
"Yes, I did," she replied.
"How are your parents?" he asked politely, more alert now. His black eyes swept over her. She was dressed in a pullover sweater and black wool pants that complemented her curves
Hermione's eyes shifted a bit before she answered. Severus caught it and knew something had happened with her parents. He had been dealing with students for a long time and could read Hermione like a large-print parchment.
"They're fine. Were a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to spend the Christmas holiday with them," she responded. Severus arched an eyebrow.
"You have other plans?" he asked her. Hermione had been going home for Christmas ever since she started Hogwarts.
Hermione looked at him as if he were thicker than pudding.
"Yes I have other plans. I'm spending Christmas with you. You need someone to take care of you," she said simply.
"And you think you can handle that?" he said to her a bit suggestively, his eyes darkening.
As she looked at him, Hermione was aware of the delicious warmth she had felt days earlier when he kissed her, starting to rise again, but she didn't understand why. He wasn't kissing her now. Still she felt it spreading. She blinked at him, remembering he asked her a question.
"Of course I can. It's not that hard," she responded.
Severus had a naughty retort to that statement that he bit back.
Hermione noticed that three of the five sandwiches she had fixed him still sat on the plate on the table next to the armchair. She narrowed her eyes at him in a very Pomfrey-like way.
"Severus, did you eat anything. You should have had more than two sandwiches," she said.
He smirked at her nursemaid demeanor.
"I had a house elf bring me a large bowl of soup with meat and vegetables. It was quite filling. I assure you I ate every drop," he said, yawning. Hermione moved forward.
"Here, you need to go to bed," she said, catching him by the arm and helping him to his feet. He winced as he had to bend to stand up. He cursed his soreness. Hermione walked with him to his bedroom, and helped him off with his robe, trying not to stare at his body as it was revealed. This was much different than seeing him broken up in the infirmary. Then she was concerned. Now, she was curious. He still had bandages wrapped around his middle. His back was healed, though he had scars on top of the old scars now. Still, it was easy to see he worked out. He was lean but muscular. She could see the corded sinews cords in his arms, neck and shoulders.
Severus was aware of her eyes on him, and her curiosity. He pretended he didn't know she was looking at him so closely and flexed a little to give her a show. He couldn't flex much because of the pain, but he didn't do badly. Hermione's eyes looked appreciative. Severus smirked to himself as he rolled slowly into his bed.
"Do you need me to bring you some water?" Hermione asked him.
"No," he said, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at her.
Hermione's belly again began to feel strangely hot, looking at him stretched out in the bed, his black eyes on her, studying her. She felt a flush creeping up her body.
"Ok, if you don't need anything else, I'll see you in the morning," she said, starting to walk out of his bedroom.
Severus scowled.
"In the morning?" he asked her, "What do you mean 'in the morning'?"
"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, stopping by the door.
"You aren't going to sleep with me?" he asked her in a low voice.
Hermione's belly did a complete flip-flop.
"I wasn't. I mean…you're home now. You're back in your rooms," she said.
He looked at her with his brow furrowed.
"And that means what exactly?" he asked her. He had gotten used to her body curled up against his. He was looking forward to more of the same in his own bed
"It means I know you're here. I won't be by myself now," she said a little lamely.
Severus looked at Hermione in silence for several moments before speaking.
"Hermione, go get dressed for bed and get back in here. I'm not sleeping without you," he said quietly. "And that isn't a request, wife. I will come get you if you aren't back here in ten minutes. If I hurt myself, it will be your fault."
Hermione stared at him for a full minute, unable to move.
"Now it's nine minutes," he said silkily.
Hermione hurried from his bedroom.
Severus smiled and rolled slowly over on his back. He knew what made her hesitate. When Hermione slept with him in the infirmary, Pomfrey was just a few meters away from them in her office. The witch probably felt safe and chaperoned. But here, in the privacy of their rooms, there was no one to run interference. No one to say 'stop' or 'don't do that'. She was going to be all alone with him. Hermione had to be nervous. She did have reason to be. Severus was on the mend.
In her bedroom, Hermione really was nervous. She undressed quickly and put on her granny gown buttoning it up to the neck. It covered everything. She then pulled on a fresh pair of granny panties to match her nightgown. Walking into the bathroom, she grabbed her brush and started brushing her hair as thoughts raced through her head. She was going to sleep with Severus. Alone. Just the two of them. In a real bed. In his bed. In his bedroom. Breathe, Hermione, breathe.
Done with her hair, Hermione exited the bathroom, stood in the center of her bedroom helplessly for a moment, then sat heavily on the edge of her bed. Her stomach felt queasy and her hands were sweating. She knew they weren't going to do anything but sleep
"Four minutes, Hermione!" Severus called, grinning wickedly.
Hermione heard him. She stood up and paced from one end of her bedroom to the other several times.
"He's not going to do anything. We're not going to do anything. We are going to sleep together like we've been doing for the past four nights," she told herself. She took a deep breath, then exited her rooms, walked back through the study and into Severus' bedroom. She hoped she at least looked calm.
The Potions Master looked at Hermione from the bed. Her thick flannel gown was buttoned up past her neck and there was a wild look in her eyes, like that of a trapped animal. He fought back a laugh and slowly slid over in the bed, patting the mattress.
"Come lie down, Mrs. Snape," he purred at her.
Hermione swallowed, walked to the bed rather, sat down on the edge of it, then rolled back, landing next to Severus stretched out as rigidly as if she were under the Petrificus Totalus spell. Still raised up on his elbow, the Potions Master looked down at her. Even in her granny gown, she was quite desirable, her amber eyes shifted slightly so she didn't meet his eyes.
"Hermione, you look scared to death," he said softly.
Hermione looked at him, little beads of sweat forming at her hairline. Severus felt like licking the moisture slowly off her skin.
"I'm not scared," she replied, her voice squeaking horribly. She covered her mouth with her hand as Severus chuckled.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you, Hermione?" he asked her.
Hermione blinked up at him.
"I don't know," she answered him.
"I can't take your virginity yet. I'm not well enough," he said, "so you don't have to be worried about that tonight."
"I'm not worried," she lied.
He looked at her and decided not to challenge her on it. He wanted her to be able to relax with him. It was important to the final outcome. Instead, he brought his hand up slowly to her throat. Hermione moved slightly. He hesitated, then unbuttoned the first three buttons of her nightgown. Hermione's eyes were locked to his, a question in them.
"I unbuttoned your gown because I am afraid you will turn too quickly in your sleep, catch the fabric under your body and strangle yourself to death," he said with a little smirk.
Hermione realized he was joking and gave him a small smile.
"That's the girl," he said soothingly. "I'm not so bad to be alone with. I know you're nervous because you're alone with me. I want you to get used to being alone with me, Hermione."
The witch looked up at him, at his mouth and warmth started spreading again. She wondered if she dared to ask him.
She dared.
"Could you kiss me again, Severus?" she asked him, her eyes on his face.
The Potions Master fought back a groan. If he kissed her, then that would open up a whole can of pixies. He looked at her. She had such desire in her eyes, it was hard to resist her.
"If I kiss you, Hermione…we have to stop when I say stop. You have to listen to me. Will you listen?" he asked her, drinking in the hunger on her face. Hunger and innocence. Gods, what an intoxicating mixture.
"Yesss," she breathed.
Severus lowered his head and pressed his lips against Hermione mouth gently, moving them softly against hers. He heard a little moan issue from the back of her throat as desire washed over her again. Hermione's arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him against her warm mouth harder. He felt her heating up, and he hardened, groaning, capturing her lips between his and sucking them gently, over and over. He felt like moving to her throat to feel her pulse against his lips, moving his hands over her body to touch her curves, but fought the urge.
Hermione was trying to pull him on to her, wanting more contact with his body, not knowing that's what she wanted, as she moved her lips hungrily against his. She tasted so sweet. Severus stiffened as he felt her tongue touch his lip lightly. She was doing this instinctively, he could tell and he opened his mouth slightly to see what she would do. She opened hers. Merlin, he could feel the heat.
"Fuck it," Severus thought, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss. This was the first intrusion of her body, and it was delicious. Hermione was panting now, and her hands began to slide into his hair, her nails raking his scalp as she wrapped her tongue around his, tasting him as hungrily as he was tasting her. She was moaning softly as his kiss became more consuming, and her body was on fire.
Hermione's senses were on overload. Severus' mouth was so soft, but hungry, hot and his tongue in her mouth felt amazing, she wanted more of it, more of him. He tasted wonderful, though she couldn't describe how he tasted or why he tasted so good. She wanted him to swallow her down, to kiss her forever. To do more.
This was what it was supposed to feel like. Love.
She could do this…she could do all of this. Suddenly, Hermione arched her body upward and twisted toward Severus, pressing her curves against him desperately. Severus began to press back and a pain shot through his middle. He gasped and pulled away from her. Hermione followed him, trying to pull him back down to her, trying to get closer to him.
"Hermione. Stop. Stop," he gasped against her desire and his pain as he tried to unwrap her arms from around his neck.
"No, Severus," Hermione breathed with something akin to despair in her voice.
"This is why I never kissed you," he said, managing to get free of her arms and gently pushing her arching body away from him, turning her slightly. He slipped his arm under her and pulled her back against him careful not to let his erection come in contact with her. He wasn't sure how she would react…but judging by what just happened, probably in a very good way at a very bad time. He could feel her breathing hard, still caught up in desire.
"You felt so good," she said in a low voice, "I didn't want you to stop."
Severus bit his lip as he throbbed. She had no idea what those words meant to him or did to him. The pain was dying away now, but he didn't want to get her started again. He couldn't handle it.
Severus rested his face against her hair, his lips close to her ear. He had to say it.
"When the time comes, Hermione, I promise you I will feel better than anything you've ever felt before," he breathed, "And I won't stop until you're satisfied."
At his words, Hermione felt a burst of fire between her legs, and then a throbbing ache at her core. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time.
"Severus…this is too much," she groaned, wanting to reach under her gown and touch herself.
"Try to sleep, Hermione," he whispered soothingly.
"I'm burning," she said, "I ache. I can't sleep like this, Severus."
She almost sounded as if she were in pain.
Severus was silent. He knew where she ached. He knew what he could do for her. Gods.
"Do you want me to relieve you, Hermione?" he asked her in a low voice. "I would have to touch you intimately, but I can take away the ache."
"Yes," she groaned, shifting slightly, squeezing her thighs together.
Severus' nostrils flared. This was the second intrusion. He released his hold on her.
"Lay on your back and spread your legs for me, Hermione," he said softly.
Hermione did as he asked, her breasts heaving.
Severus pulled her gown up, Hermione lifting her hips to help him, the fabric bunching around her waist. Watching her face, Severus touched the crotch of her knickers. Hermione bucked in reaction to the feel of his fingers pressing against her sex, her eyes going wide, then locking to his face.
"Trust me," he said softly as he moved the crotch of her knickers aside and slipped his fingers into her moist heat, and began to caress her.
Hermione's hips thrust forward reflexively and she let out a small shriek as she strained against his hand. The witch closed her eyes and bit her lip, her pelvis rotating as Severus ran his fingers up and down her moistness. He licked his lips as he watched her respond to him without restraint.
"Gods, how could you ever think you'd be a robot?" he breathed at her.
The Potions Master flicked his thumb across her clit. Hermione shrieked and began to shudder as he expertly brought her to the edge. Her voice was like an angel's voice as she cried out under his manipulation. Severus' black eyes were locked to the witch, and he swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than Hermione arching upward and climaxing for the first time. He felt her warmth flow over his fingers slowly, groaned and pulled his hand away. He brought his coated fingers to his mouth, and tasted her release. Sweet, musky…delicious.
Severus cleaned his fingers and watched Hermione until her shuddering ceased, and her breathing became slow and rhythmic. He pulled her gown down, brushed hair damp hair away from her forehead, and pressed his lips against her temple. The witch opened her eyes and smiled at him sleepily. She didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. The look in her soft, amber eyes spoke volumes. She closed them again, and in a few minutes, she was asleep.
Severus' black eyes rested on her sleeping form for a long time. He hadn't taken her but this had almost been as good. He had an idea now the kind of response he could expect from the passionate witch, and he wanted her more than ever.
Tomorrow he intended to spend the entire day in his labs and work on something to speed things up.
Hermione awoke the next morning aware of two things. One, Severus' long arms wrapped around her waist possessively and two, his lean body spooned tightly around her back. She could hear the Potions Master snoring lightly behind her. She smiled for a moment, until the memory of the night before rushed back to her and her entire body flushed with embarrassment at how wanton and out of control she became, and what she had let Severus do to her.
But she had never felt like that before. She might have gone crazy if Severus had not done what he did. He made her feel incredible. He seemed to know what was happening to her, and he certainly knew how to stop it. Of course he knew. He was an experienced wizard. He had dealt with this kind of thing before. But gods, the man made her feel so hot when he kissed her. What would it be like to have sex with him? He told her he would make her feel better than anything she had ever felt before. After last night, she believed him. If only his hands could make her feel like that, what could his body do? She shuddered strongly at the thought of it, feeling the heat again. Didn't it ever stop?
Suddenly, Hermione stiffened. Severus had shifted slightly, his body sliding against hers. Against her right buttock she felt a strange throbbing. It was a pulse, like a heartbeat…then she felt hardness pressing against her, expanding, lengthening against her body and realized that Severus' tool was resting against her buttocks, and he was getting an erection. From what she could tell, his organ was very long and thick. She felt a little fear about this, even as heat pooled between her thighs at the feel of him against her.
"A galleon for your thoughts, Mrs. Snape," Severus said.
He was awake and aware of his member pressing into her soft buttocks. When he woke up with her in his arms pulled tight against him, he couldn't resist rubbing himself against her a little, and well the rubbing coupled with his memory of the night before had the natural effect. He could have pulled away and spared her, but he figured she had to feel it sooner or later. He had felt her stiffen when he throbbed against her. She probably was marveling about how big he was. Well, 'marveling' would be ideal…but 'panicking' was probably the better word to describe what the witch might be feeling. He stifled the urge to rub against her softness. If he had been well, he would have rolled Hermione to her back, pulled up her gown and mounted her without ceremony. That was how you took care of a morning hard-on.
When Hermione didn't answer him, Severus took a peek into her mind. He saw the image of a huge pink dildo. He smirked. She probably hadn't seen a penis yet, though where she would have seen a dildo he had no idea. Probably some shop Ginny Weasley dragged her into. He was big, but he was nothing like the monster she was imagining.
"It's not pink," he said silkily. He could almost hear her blood sizzle as she blushed.
He loosened his grip on her and slid back, breaking contact. She turned over to face him, her cheeks still a hot pink.
"You shouldn't be using your Legilimens ability like that. A person is entitled to some privacy," she said a bit angrily.
"You shouldn't be thinking such impure thoughts," he responded
"I wasn't thinking impure thoughts. How could I help imagining what I felt pressing up against me?' Hermione said, frowning at him.
"That monstrosity in your mind was supposed to be a part of me?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows as he looked at her. She was lovely in the morning with her hair wild all over her head.
"Well…no. I don't know. It's what popped into my head," she replied, blushing again.
"I'm surprised it fit," Severus said, sitting up and wincing at the pain. It wasn't as bad as last night, but still very painful. His silk boxers were tented, and Hermione's eyes were focused on the raised fabric. Severus was big.
"Um Severus, how big is your…your.." she began
"My cock?" he completed for her
"Yes," Hermione answered in a rather embarrassed voice. But she wanted to know.
Severus hooked his thumb in his waistband.
"Would you like to see?" he asked, yanking on it a bit. He knew she wouldn't, but he felt devilish this morning.
"No!" Hermione said quickly. Then, "I don't think I'm ready to see it. I just want to know how big it is?"
Severus looked at her.
"Why? Are you going to find a ruler and measure yourself to see if it fits?" he asked her, "because I can guarantee you…it will fit."
Knowing Hermione, she would take his measurements right to a book and try to find out if he was the 'right' size he was supposed to be. Or if he wasn't, how much over or under he was.
But Hermione was thinking about what the Headmaster said, about how Voldemort liked to watch Severus perform because of his size. She was curious. And of course apprehensive.
"I overhead Pomfrey tell the Headmaster that the only part of you that wasn't damaged was your…sexual organs, and the Headmaster said it was because…
"Because the Dark Lord appreciates my sexual ability," he finished, his face darkening a bit.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
Severus sighed. He really didn't want to talk about this, but since he and Hermione were about to enter into a sexual relationship, she had a right to know about other aspects of his sexual life, especially since they were not likely to change as long as he was a spy for the Order.
"Hermione, I want you to understand something about a man's sexuality. A man is capable of having sex with women he feels nothing for. A man is a reactionary creature. He reacts to visual stimuli. Emotion is not necessary. Attraction beyond the accessible female body is not necessary. Do you understand this?"
Hermione nodded. Severus continued.
"You are aware of my role in the Order, and that I am a spy pretending to be a servant of the Dark Lord. My role requires me to do his bidding, to do things I would not normally do. If I were to refuse him, he would not consider me a loyal servant and kill me. I do my best to get out of the worst of what he would have me do, such as participate in the revels sexually, though I kill the women they torture and maim. But this is an act of kindness, believe me. But the Dark Lord is a voyeur, and likes to watch the sex act. He often employs me to entertain him by having sex with female deatheaters."
Severus expected Hermione to at least look upset by this, but her face remained calm, attentive and non-judgmental. He went on.
"Some men might think this to be an enjoyable requirement of serving the Dark Lord, but when you are forced to perform like some kind of trained beast in front of an audience there is no pleasure in it. For the most part he wants me to brutalize women willing to be brutalized, and to keep my position, and to serve the Order I do as he asks me."
His black eyes met hers.
"I want you to understand, Hermione, that it is a soulless act, and there is no desire there. I invest nothing but my body. I might as well be one of those robots you described," he said quietly
Hermione continued to listen to him, her face passive, showing no inkling of what she was thinking. Now came the crux of the matter. The truth of how he felt about her. He couldn't give the witch a declaration of love. This was the best he could offer. He hoped she would understand. He swallowed then continued trying to convey what he needed her to comprehend.
"But when it comes to you, Hermione, I am invested. I've known you since you were a child. I know your mind, your thought processes. You have lived with me here in my rooms and given me challenge, stimulation and companionship. I have killed for you. I have suffered for you. I look at you and every nerve ending stands at attention. You make my blood boil. I get visions in my mind how beautiful you will look under me, and think how good it will feel to be inside you, how satisfying it will be to pierce your sweet curvaceous body over and over and hear you cry out my name. There is a difference, Hermione. I ache for you. I want to give you pleasure that will make you feel as beautiful as you are to me, and take my pleasure from you. You are the real thing, Hermione. A woman I truly desire."
He brought his commentary to a close with a final plea for understanding and acceptance. He knew very well this could be the moment she turned from him.
"I am hoping that you are mature enough to see the difference between the acts I am forced to perform to help the Order, and the act I want to share with you. I am hoping you not will not hold my service to the Dark Lord against me, or deny me because of it. I am already denied so much because of this service."
Severus looked at Hermione intensely, waiting to see if his service to the Order would once again cause him to lose something important. Waiting to see if his sacrifice would cause her to change her mind.
"It must be terrible to have to serve Voldemort," Hermione said softly.
"There are better things in the world, yes. But if the wizarding world is to be saved, someone must be willing to be a spy within his ranks. Someone who can hide his true purpose. I am the only one who can do this. Many lives are counting on me, Hermione," Severus said.
Hermione ran a hand over the Potions Master's angular cheek.
"You are so noble, Severus," she said softly.
Severus snorted.
"I can't say that Hermione. There is a dark side to anyone who serves the Dark Lord. I am afraid I have a very dark side that shows itself in many unsavory ways. Ways that are hardly noble. Terrifying ways," he replied. "You haven't been made privy to my darkness. Maybe a tiny, insignificant bit in class when I am displeased. You see the kinder side of me, and that is most likely because of what I want from you. I assure you I am not a nice wizard, Hermione," Severus replied.
"You're nice to me," she responded.
Severus looked at her soberly.
"But how nice will I be after I've had you?" he asked her, knowing that such a question from him could change everything.
Hermione might take it as a warning that he would not continue to be kind after taking her virginity. He wasn't sure if he would or not. But he suspected he would want her more than once. Already the idea of his rooms returning to normal didn't please him. He had gotten used to her being there, constantly rummaging through his library, sharing meals with him and debating hotly for hours. Things were more pleasant for him now than they had been for many, many years. True, he still served the Dark Lord, but his marriage to Hermione was accepted. Even approved of. Then, there was their upcoming intimacy. This marriage situation was much better than Severus ever imagined it could be.
"You're going to annul our marriage afterwards, aren't you?" Hermione asked him quietly.
Severus' chest grew tight. He hadn't expected her to bring up the overturning of the marriage law yet.
"I presume you are anxious to return to your single and free life," he replied not answering the question directly, trying to find out what she wanted to do.
"Going back to Gryffindor Tower doesn't excite me as much as you may think it does," she responded, looking at him a bit hesitantly. What would he say if she told him she wanted to stay here, with him? Would he look at her like she were crazy?
Severus looked at her, his heart starting to beat fast. Was this young, beautiful witch saying she wanted to stay married to him?
"And why is that?" he asked her.
Hermione looked at him. Should she confess how she felt? She didn't think she could tell him. It was one thing to blow up at Ron and blurt it out, or tell her parents in a great rush of emotion…but to directly tell this dark wizard who didn't want to marry her in the first place that she wanted to stay with him was daunting indeed. Hermione hesitated. Maybe she didn't have to tell him. Maybe she could show him.
"Severus, when I first came home from the infirmary…Ron was pushing me to pack and leave the dungeons, and I didn't want to go because you weren't back…well I didn't want to go for a number of reasons, reasons I gave Ron and some other students that were here. It's hard for me to tell you, but if you look, you can see my reasons for yourself. If you use legilimency," she said softly.
"Are you sure?" Severus asked her, his black eyes searching her face. Lovely.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Very well," he said, placing his fingers against her temples.
The Potions Master watched as Hermione exploded at Ron and told how much better life was with him and why. He also saw that she would miss him greatly if she left. Then he moved through her thoughts until he saw her visit with her parents. He didn't have Hermione's permission to do this, but he was a Slytherin…why would he ask permission? His eyes widened as she bravely told her father the truth of what had happened to her, what he had done to Lucius for touching her. He faltered as she told her parents that she didn't want the marriage dissolved, and that she thought she loved him. Loved him? Good gods.
Severus lowered his hand, and looked at her. If she wanted to stay married to him, then there were some very, very hard conditions she would have to be willing to meet.
"Hermione, you want to stay with me? As my wife?" he asked her quietly.
"Yes. The thought of going back to how I was, alone, misunderstood, and not appreciated is terrible. You make me feel good about myself, you support me and you challenge me. I've never had that before and it won't be easy to let go of. I do want to stay, Severus," she said.
"Hermione, if you stayed with me…Voldemort would want you to take the Mark and help him win the final battle. This would be after you became a Spells Mistress. You would be under his power like I am…however…
Severus looked at her consideringly.
"You could also become a spy for the Order and help me to gather information, gauge his weaknesses, maybe take him down in the end with some spell before he is strong enough to wage the Final Battle. But it is a dangerous job as you know. If you were discovered, we both would die very horrible deaths. But it would be years before he required your service. I could teach you occulmency to keep him from discovering your duplicity. Also, since you will have a skill he wants, you could probably make your joining conditional, so he could not order you to do such acts as he has me do. You could be excused from participating in the Revels for example. He would accept that, you being muggle-born…"
Severus fell silent. If Hermione stayed with him and indeed did become a spy, they might together be able to find a weakness in the Dark Lord and bring him down sooner. She was a very intelligent witch and an original thinker. She would be an asset to both him and the Order if she accepted this. But it was something that required courage, dedication, and selflessness.
Hermione looked at him.
"I could make him stop using you to entertain him," she said quietly, "I could make that a condition. As your wife, he wouldn't think it odd I would want that."
"Yes," Severus said, his heart growing hopeful.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes intense.
"But Severus, if I continued as your wife…would you love me?" she asked him.
There was the question that could stop the world.
"Hermione," he said, "I cannot tell you that I would love you. I don't know if I am capable of love like you imagine it. But I would treat you kindly and with the respect due a wife. I would act the proper husband as much as it is in my power to be. Voldemort still uses me, so there would be times I would have to be with other women as much as I would like to be free of that duty. But I would choose no other woman over you. You would have my faithfulness as much as I could give it, my protection and my passion."
Hermione thought about this. Severus was offering her, for all intents and purposes what a husband who loved her would offer. Maybe over time he could admit to loving her. Severus was a snarky bastard, but he was always a wizard of his word. She had learned that much over the years. And she would like to help bring down Voldemort. Severus had been working alone at this for years, suffering the Dark Lord's wrath and tortures. If she joined the Dark Lord, she could stop or minimize the punishment the Potions Master went through. And her life would have a noble purpose.
"Do you think I could really become an accomplished Occulmens?" she asked him.
"Well, the way you snuck around Hogwarts hiding your rule-breaking over all these years and convincingly pretending to be a goody-two-shoes, I say there is a good chance that you would be quite an accomplished Occulmens. You already have shown the aptitude for hiding the truth without actually lying and would have four years to study the art. If you apply yourself to it as you have done your other studies I am certain you will learn to hide your thoughts and memories effectively," Severus answered her.
Hermione considered.
"I would like to help you, Severus. I want to remain your wife," she said simply.
"Then remain my wife you shall," he replied, his black eyes shining.
Hermione and Severus lay there quietly for the next hour, staring up at the ceiling, each alone with their thoughts but together in their purpose. A union had just been formed that could shake the foundations of the wizarding world itself. A liaison that could be the most powerful asset of the entire Order, and best hope for the destruction of Voldemort outside of Harry Potter.
And Severus Snape would never be alone again.
After a while, the Potions Master felt Hermione stir. He turned his head to look at her and found her staring at him intently.
"So," she said, "You never did tell me how big you are."
Hermione got the "wait and see" treatment from Severus concerning the size of his endowment. No amount of cajoling would get him to budge on the issue. Her very vocal insistence continued through breakfast and Hermione finally stopped harassing him when Severus calmly threatened to whip it out and let her measure it herself. Hermione spent the rest of the meal scowling at the Potions Master over the table as he leisurely ate his oatmeal.
After breakfast, Severus announced he would be spending the day in his lab working on a special project. Hermione wanting to know so much about his tool made him impatient to give her a good, hard look at it as he pounded it into her. Nostrils flared, he entered the Potions lab, went to his stores and surveyed what potions he had and considered how to enhance them to speed up his healing process. If Hermione hadn't irritated him so much, he might have asked her for her opinion. Well, he'd figure it out on his own. He took out every healing potion he had on hand and got to work.
Hermione showered and dressed in a bright, christmasy sweater and her now trademark low-slung jeans. She brushed her hair out and topped it with a cheery Father Christmas type hat. She was in a good mood, despite the Potions Master's stubbornness about revealing info about his tool. She decided she was going to decorate the study and surprise Severus. Whether it would be a good surprise or bad surprise remained to be seen. She flooed to the main hall, and was heading for the main doors to walk to Hagrid's when she was suddenly blocked by a tall body.
"Mrs. Snape," came the low, mocking drawl of Draco Malfoy. The blonde wizard stood in front of her, his gray eyes hard and cold. Hermione made to walk around him.
"Move, Draco," she said. She tried to pass him and he bumped her back with his body. Draco was almost six feet tall now, and had broadened. He was built very much like his father had been.
"They haven't found my father yet. I think he's dead. What do you think?' he hissed at her. Hermione looked up at him.
"Why would I think anything?" she replied, a bit nervously.
"Because you were the last person to see him," Draco said.
Hermione frowned at the wizard. He was talking like she and his father had shared a meal or something. The last time she saw Lucius, he was trying to kill her.
"When I last saw your father, he was very much alive and trying to kill me after I wouldn't let him rape me," Hermione spat at him.
Draco scowled down at her.
"I think the Professor killed him," Draco said, his eyes glistening with hatred, "Over you. A fucking mudblood. And if he did…then someone is going to pay for his death. What happened to you wasn't worth my father dying for. You're nothing. The Professor's plaything."
"I'd be careful about that Draco," Hermione said, arching an eyebrow at him. "I'm more than the Professor's plaything. We aren't getting an annulment. He wouldn't take kindly to you insulting his wife."
Draco spluttered a bit at this news.
"He wouldn't stay married to you. The Dark…" he began, then caught himself.
"The Dark Lord wouldn't approve, Draco?" Hermione finished for him. Draco's eyes widened as he realized Hermione knew Professor Snape was a deatheater.
"I assure you the Dark Lord both knows of me and approves of me," she said, giving him a nasty grin. "Not bad for a mudblood, eh? To get the blessing of the Dark Lord?"
Draco just stared at her. If she did have the blessing of Voldemort, then he couldn't avenge his father. Lucius' attack on Hermione had all but ruined the family name. It was his father's fault of course, but Draco couldn't see it like that. Whatever reason his father had for going after the mudblood, it probably was a good one, and as far as Draco was concerned, she deserved what she got.
Draco's gray eyes flicked over the witch. She had become beautiful. He hated that. Just one more charmed thing about her fucking existence. Yes, she probably did wrangle some approval out of the Dark Lord. She was brilliant, exceptional. Voldemort would want someone like that in his ranks, and would even overlook her being filth in order to have her talents.
Draco grimaced at her.
"I'm going to find out if what you say is true, mudblood. If it isn't, you'd better watch your step around Hogwarts. Accidents can happen anywhere at anytime," he snarled.
"Are you threatening me, Draco? I'm sure the Professor would be interested in knowing that," Hermione said, her amber eyes glittering.
"Tell him what the fuck you want. It doesn't make a difference to me," Draco retorted, though he did go a little paler.
Hermione frowned up at him before pushing by him, exiting the castle and heading for Hagrid's. Draco spun and watched her as she exited the door. She thought she was untouchable.
No one was untouchable.
The injured nifflers weren't healing fast enough. They weren't dying, but the combinations of healing potions Severus tried did not seem to be working. He sat down on the stool and stared at the little animals. He decided to try amplification of his situation, a thought process that Hermione said she used when trying to come up with solutions to problems. It consisted of taking a portion of a problem and expanding it, describing the components of it until the main issue is clarified and can be attacked with logic.
All right. His problem was that his body was injured, and his injury was keeping him from bedding Hermione. The reason the injury was keeping him from bedding Hermione was because his body wasn't healing quickly enough. Yet his body was healing at the proper rate, it was just that the rate was too slow for his liking. Eventually his body would heal completely if given enough time. So his body needed time. Time was the crux of the matter.
Severus sat there a moment, considering this. Time. The passage of time. He needed to find a way to manipulate time in relation to his body. He thought, scowling and tapping one long finger to his temple. Then he paused. And smiled. He walked as quickly as he could to his stores and checked the ingredients he had in supply. Yes! He had everything he needed to brew the potion.
Severus walked back into his lab and retrieved a pewter cauldron from the lowest storage shelf, carrying it slowly to the counter and setting it over the burner, igniting it with a spell and turning the flame low. He scourgified his distillation equipment several times before casting a purification spell on the twisted glassworks. He walked back to his potions stores and picked up a basket. He began to select what he needed. He believed he found the answer. His eyes narrowed as he thought about Hermione. If everything went well, she'd get her 'measurements" tonight.
Hagrid was delighted that Hermione was going to decorate the Professor's rooms. Together they trudged into the Forbidden Forest and selected a nice sized tree. Hagrid shouldered it and carried it back to the castle for her, down to the dungeons and set it up in the study for her. Hermione herself brought some garlands, bows and set about decorating the hearth, stringing the garlands, attaching the bows, and hanging little golden bells that tinkled merrily every few seconds. She listened to them for several moments, then put a silencing spell on them. They would drive Severus crazy and he would probably end up blasting the entire ensemble to charred strings.
She then set about decorating the tree, being sure not to use any cherubs. Severus hated cherubs, due to Dumbledore's overuse of them at practically every event he arranged. She added candles, tinsel, bells and brightly colored balls, and a luminous star on top. She stepped back to look at her handiwork. It was quite nice, and the smell of fresh cut pine filled the study. If she were alone, she would have decorated more, but this was new to the Potions Master and she didn't overdo it. It was going to be their first Christmas together. She doubted if he had celebrated the holidays since he was a child. Hopefully, he would accept the decorations if not actually like them.
The decorating done, Hermione decided it was time to visit Harry. He was once again stuck at Hogwarts for the holidays. Ron and Ginny had gone home to spend Christmas with their family. Dumbledore was concerned that Harry wouldn't have enough protection to go with them, and managed to hold off the irate Molly Weasley concerning this. Molly mothered Harry as much as she could, and felt terrible the young wizard wasn't going to join them this season. But that was the price of being the wizarding world's greatest hope.
Hermione entered the common room and found Harry polishing his broom. The black haired wizard looked up and saw her, a smile lighting up his face. He put his broom and rag down, stood up and waited for her to approach him and gave her a huge hug.
"Hermione! Hey, it's good to see you. I would have come down, but I know that Snape isn't in the best of moods these days," he said. Harry of course knew what the Professor had done to Lucius to avenge Hermione, and he approved. He would have done it himself if he had the opportunity.
"He's not as snarky as you think, Harry. More like frustrated," she said, blushing a little as she sat down on the sofa. Harry sat next to her.
"Frustrated? Why?" he asked her.
Hermione looked at her friend, and wondered if she should tell him of her decision to stay with the Professor and be a real wife to him.
"Harry, I've decided to stay married to the Professor," she said.
Harry's eyes widened, but he didn't react as violently as Hermione thought he might. He wasn't Ron after all. He hardly seemed surprised at all. He wasn't really. The Professor had killed for her, and gone through horrible torture. Hermione probably felt obligated to him. But obligation really wasn't enough to base a marriage that would last forever on.
"Hermione, do you love him?" Harry asked her, his brow furrowed as his green eyes searched her face.
"Yes," she said shortly.
"Does he love you?" Harry asked. He couldn't image the Professor loving anyone.
"I don't know, Harry. But he promised to be kind to me, to protect me and to give me the respect due to a wife," she said, "that's what a husband who loves his wife does. I think I could live with that."
"Yeah, Hermione," Harry said, "That's all well and good…but there are other things. You know. Intimate things. Can he make you happy that way?"
Harry didn't feel comfortable talking about the Professor shagging her, but Hermione was a young woman. She would need someone to love her and keep her satisfied as well. If the Professor couldn't do that, she would be miserable.
"Harry, when he touches me, I feel everything I think I'm supposed to feel for a man I love. I don't know yet if he can make me happy that way, because…well…because we haven't gotten that far, but I think he can. He's experienced and he wants me. I think we'll be all right in that department," she said, blushing furiously.
Harry had a terrible thought.
"But Hermione, what about Voldemort? You're a muggle-born. Surely he won't want the Professor to stay married to you," he said, frowning slightly.
Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a silencing spell around them, so no one would inadvertently hear them if they were to walk into the common room.
"Harry, Voldemort is going to want me to join him and take the Dark Mark when I finish my studies," she told him.
"What! You can't do that Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, his green eyes wide with horror.
"Just listen, Harry," Hermione said, placing her hand on his to calm him, "If I take the Mark, then I can be a spy too. I can work against him for the Order. Maybe find a way to destroy him. It will be at least four years until I become a Spells Mistress. Severus is going to teach me occulmency, so I can fool the Dark Lord. And I can make my joining him conditional, so he can't make me do the horrible things the other deatheaters do. Don't you see, Harry? I can help. Maybe I can help you. Maybe you won't have to face him alone."
Harry blinked at her. Hermione? A spy?
Harry thought about it. Hermione was pretty sneaky. She was smart too. Very smart. She had great powers of observation. She might see something about the Dark Lord no one else did, and be able to find a way to use that information to destroy him. He had no doubt she could be a good Occulmens. Hermione could learn anything.
"And I could stop Voldemort from hurting Severus so much. You know how he's suffered over the years and no one could do anything about it. I'll be able to. At least that will be some help to him. He's working for all of us, after all," she said, her eyes shining.
Harry nodded. Hermione did love the Potions Master. And if he made her happy, then that made Harry happy. As far as Hermione becoming a spy, Harry always knew that she would be involved in something special and powerful when she got older. Hermione might well be the key to ending the madness of the Dark Lord once and for all.
Harry looked at Hermione, really looked at her, not as his friend but as a young woman. His eyes swept over her.
"Hermione, Professor Snape is a very lucky man to have you love him," Harry said quietly, "I hope he realizes that some day."
"He will, Harry," Hermione said, "I'll make sure of it."
The two friends smiled at each other, then fell into companionable silence for a while, before Harry looked over at the chessboard.
"How about a game, Hermione?" he asked her, smiling.
Hermione grinned at him.
"Harry Potter, I believe you are a masochist," she said.
Harry looked perplexed.
"Why?" he asked as Hermione removed the silencing charm, got up, walked over to the chessboard and sat down in front of it.
"Because you like getting your ass whipped so much," she replied, setting up the pieces.
Harry laughed and joined her.
In his lab, Severus picked up the treated niffler and placed it in the exercise cage. He had just given the injured animal a dose of the altered healing potion he had created. It had brightened immediately, rolling to its feet and standing up on its hind legs. The niffler sniffed around the cage a bit, then scampered over to the wheel and enthusiastically started running in it at top speed. Severus gave it a slow, lascivious smile, leaning down close to the cage.
"Ah, my little friend," he said to the niffler, "You have just made me a very happy wizard."
Severus picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and started working on the calculation to determine how much potion he would have to imbibe to get similar results to the niffler's.
He smiled wickedly as he worked out the ratios and found the correct dosage.
Mrs. Snape would be in for quite a surprise tonight.
Around suppertime, Severus walked slowly and painfully into his study and stopped as his black eyes fell on the huge, decorated Christmas tree glistening brightly in the middle of the room. He looked toward the hearth and saw the garlands, bows and golden bells strung across it. He watched the bells closely. They didn't ring like such bothersome things usually did. Good thing too.
Obviously, Hermione felt the need to bring Christmas to the dungeons. Personally he didn't care for the holidays. To him, it was just an exercise in greed, everyone coveting gifts they didn't deserve and stuffing themselves almost to exploding, reveling in excess. Severus spent his holidays in the dungeons for the most part, though usually coerced by Albus to attend at least one planned festivity.
He decided to let Hermione have her fun, and walked slowly to the armchair and sat down in front of the festive fireplace. Actually, the garlands didn't look too bad, and he did like the smell of pine. Suddenly, the fireplace flames turned green and Hermione stepped through, wearing a ridiculous Father Christmas hat.
She smiled at him.
"How do you like the decorations?" Hermione asked him, looking around the study with satisfaction. Severus looked at her evenly.
"I find them decorative," he replied.
That was a nice bland answer. It ought to satisfy her. Hermione sat down in the armchair next to him. The Potions Master's eyes swept over her Christmassy sweater. No matter what the witch wore now, her curves were irrepressible. He decided he liked her new manner of dress to the t-shirts and jeans she used to wear.
"Did you have a productive day in the labs?" she asked him, curious as to what his special project was.
"I believe so. I won't know until later," he said obliquely.
Hermione figured he was doing some kind of timed experiment, so didn't question him further about it. She noticed he was sitting slightly bent in the armchair. Her brow wrinkled.
"Severus, are you in pain?" she asked him.
He scowled at her.
"What do you think?" he said snarkily.
"I was just asking," Hermione replied, scowling back at him. "Are you hungry?"
"Actually, I'm famished. I think I'd like steak tonight. A porterhouse, rare. With potatoes and sweet peas. And some dark ale. Guiness," he said.
Hermione looked at him, her eyebrows lifted.
"Wow. That's a lot of food, Severus. Why the big appetite?" she asked him.
"I'm feeling a bit peaked. I need energy," he replied, "Protein. Starch."
Hermione stood up.
"All right. I don't have any of that here, so I'll order it from the kitchens. I'm not that hungry. I'm just going to have a chef's salad I think," she said, walking towards her rooms and opening the door. She walked through.
Severus adjusted himself in the chair. After about ten minutes, Hermione returned from to the study and walked over to her husband.
"The food's here, Severus," she said, "Come on, let me help you up."
Hermione leaned down and caught his arm gently, helping him rise from the chair, noticing him wincing. She sighed inwardly. It seemed like it was going to take forever for him to heal up to the point they could finally be intimate. She slipped under his arm, and put her arm around his waist. It was so taut. She could feel his strong muscles beneath the bandages wrapped around his middle. She thought about how they would flex under her hand when they…
She felt a pulse of heat and let out a little sigh. Severus looked down at her.
"Are you all right?" he asked her as they walked toward her rooms and the kitchen. She looked up at him and he saw the heat in her eyes. The young witch was so ready.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said quietly.
They walked through the doors and into the kitchen. Hermione had set the table, and Severus' ample supper was waiting for him. It smelled wonderful. He lowered himself into the chair and waited for Hermione to take her seat before diving into his food with gusto. Hermione watched him eat as she picked at her salad. He had such a hunger. His eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as he chewed his steak. She wondered if they went half-lidded when he was engaged in sex. Suddenly Severus looked up at her.
"I sense you are thinking impure thoughts again, Hermione," he said silkily.
Hermione gave him a small smile, blushing prettily.
"Not really impure thoughts…more like curious ones," she responded, aware that desire for the Potions Master was rising up in her. His black eyes looked across the table at her. His expression was unreadable for a moment.
"Tell me what you're curious about," he said, his voice low and compelling. "I hope it's tantalizing."
Hermione hesitated, then decided to tell him.
"I was wondering what you looked like when you're having sex," she said, dropping her eyes at the heat in his.
"I'm afraid that's something I can't tell you, Hermione. I can't see myself when I'm shagging. And to be honest, even if I could, I would be too busy concentrating on you to look. I'm afraid the only way to answer that question would be to show you," he said silkily.
Hermione enjoyed the sensations rushing through her body at his words. She returned to eating her salad. He continued to look at her.
Then he asked, "Hermione, if I were well, would you want to wait to be deflowered?"
Hermione looked at the Potions Master, her amber eyes sweeping over him, remembering what he'd done to her the night before, how his eyes blazed down at her while he moved her toward her climax. She remembered how hungry she was for more contact with him. How her whole body was on fire, burning for him to do more than he was doing.
"If you kissed me like you did last night, I don't think I would be able to wait," she said honestly, her eyes glistening at him. The Potions Master felt a throb in his loins and his dark eyes flashed at her.
Then he finished his meal.
After dinner, they returned to the study. Severus sat in the armchair and listened to Hermione read a few articles out loud from his Potions Today magazine. Then they had a lively debate about them, with Hermione leaping up from her chair and pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, gesticulating, the ridiculous hat flopping back and forth on her head as she stormed in front of the amused Potions Master. She really was magnificent when she was passionate about something, be it a thought or a cause. The Potions Master eyes went hooded for a moment. She would be magnificent when he finally took her.
Severus yawned. Hermione stopped pacing and looked at the time. It was after nine. She looked at her husband.
"Severus, it's time for bed," she said, feeling warmth creep over her. She hoped she could convince him to kiss her again tonight. Maybe touch her like he did the night before.
The Potions Master blinked at her, his eyes wet from the intensity of his yawn. He too looked at the clock.
"Yes, I suppose it is," he said, leaning forward and wincing. Hermione helped him up.
"Severus, I'll be glad when you're fully recovered," she said wistfully as they walked toward the bedroom.
"Will you?" he asked, looking down at her. "And why is that, wife?"
Hermione blushed, "You know why, Severus."
His voice dropped low as they entered the bedroom.
"Yes, I do know why, Hermione, but I find it very arousing to hear you tell me why. It is a heady thing to be wanted by such a beautiful, young witch. Particularly when the witch is still innocent. Now, tell me why you'll be glad when I've recovered."
"Because," she said, releasing him and starting to unfasten his robes for bed, "when you are recovered you'll be able to show me how good you can make me feel."
Severus looked down at her as she finished unfastening his robes. He let her slip them off his shoulders, and watched as she laid them across the chair against the far wall. She returned and started on his shirt, unfastening his cuffs and then going to his buttons. He noticed her eyes locking to his chest as she opened button after button. Severus could tell she wanted to touch him. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and again slipped it off of him, draping it over her arm.
Hermione's eyes swept over the bandages wrapped around his middle, and she let out a little wistful sigh.
Severus swallowed a bit as he watched her kneel in front of him, removing first his shoes then his socks. She rose and started unfastening his pants. She wasn't being sexual, but Severus was very turned on and bit his lip as he began to swell as her small hands worked on him. She pulled them open and slid down drawing them down his legs. He rested a hand on her shoulder as he stepped out of them. Hermione rose, not able to help noticing the tent in his boxers that was growing bigger.
She looked up at him and said in a rather hoarse voice, "There, you're all ready for bed." Then she walked over to the chair and put the rest of his clothes on it for the house elves to take later on. She turned back to him.
"I'm going to change, and I'll be right back," she said starting for the door. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Severus was holding her back.
"You won't need your nightgown tonight, Hermione," he said softly.
She turned to him, and the look in his eyes made her stomach drop to her knees. She watched as the Potions Master unwound the bandages from his midsection and let them drop to the floor, revealing his muscular abdomen. There was no bruising. Reflexively, Hermione brought her fingers to his skin, and ran the tips of them over his ridges. Severus sucked in his breath at the light contact.
"How?" she asked him, still staring at his healed body.
"Amplification. I used your logic to figure out what I would need to create a potion that would speed up the effect of time on my body. It was a combination of aging and healing potions. My body's healing properties were advanced two weeks, the amount of time it would have taken me to heal naturally," he said, his dark eyes fixed on her.
"Brilliant," she whispered looking up at him.
"Yes," Severus replied, pulling her against him and lowering his head to kiss her.
The Potions Master drew Hermione into his lean body, his dark eyes hot as he pressed his lips to her and felt her respond. Gods she felt good. She'd feel even better out of that scratchy sweater. He stopped kissing her and stepped back, catching the bottom of her sweater.
"Lift your arms, Hermione," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Hermione, lost in the sensations caused by his kiss, raised her arms above her head as if under the Imperious curse, her amber eyes locked on Severus' face. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Her desire for him was just too strong and her body reacted to his voice automatically.
Severus pulled the bright sweater over her head and threw it on the chair, on top of his own clothes. She wore a simple white cotton bra, her ample breasts filling it to overflowing. Severus restrained himself from touching them, and instead knelt to remove her trainers and socks, then rose and unfastened her jeans. He unzipped them, then knelt again, pulling the fabric down and helping her to step out of them. Hermione wore white cotton knickers as well.
He stepped back a little farther, his black eyes drinking her in. She was small but firmly built, her belly smooth and tight, her waist so small his fingers would probably almost touch when he grasped it. Her well-rounded hips flared out nicely, and her thighs were a little thick. Her legs were long despite her diminutive size. She was perfect. Beautiful.
Hermione snapped out of her haze of lust long enough to look down at herself in her plain white underwear, then back at him.
"If I had known tonight would be 'the night' I would have worn something pretty for you," she said softly. "Something sexy."
"Hermione," Severus said hoarsely, "What you are wearing is perfect. You don't need silks, frills and garters, believe me. What you have on arouses me much more than any fancy dressing ever could. They are the perfect representation of how I see you. Innocent. Chaste. Pure."
His black eyes swept over her again, and he throbbed noticeably beneath his boxers. Hermione's eyes dropped to the large bulge, and for a moment, she looked rather scared. Severus noticed this and reminded himself that she had never experienced this before, and that he needed to be patient, even gentle the first time. Gods, he hoped he could be gentle. He knew when he sheathed himself inside her, he'd want to consume every inch of her. It seemed as if he had wanted the witch forever. He held out his hand.
"If you are willing to be my wife in every sense of the word, Hermione, take my hand…knowing if you do, I will claim you, body and soul, and you will belong to me and me alone, always," he said earnestly, his black eyes glittering.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then placed her small hand in his. Severus closed his fingers around it, his grasp strong, warm and comforting. With this simple gesture of trust, she gave herself over to him.
"And you, Severus? Will you belong to me?" she asked him in a small voice.
The Potions Master looked down at the small, witch in front of him, considering her beauty, brilliance and bravery, knowing that she believed she loved him, and knowing that she would give anything for those she loved. He would do no less for her.
"Always," he replied. He began to walk her towards the bed. Hermione let him lead her, her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach feeling as if a swarm of lacewings were trying to get out.
"Get in the bed, Hermione," Severus said, "I'll be right back."
Hermione climbed into the bed and lay down, looking up at him. The Potions Master's eyes swept over her, and he swallowed.
"Beautiful," he said softly, then turned and exited the bedroom.
Hermione lay there on top of his Slytherin green sheets, her hands pressed against her belly, excited and frightened at the same time, the old fear that she wouldn't satisfy him returning. He had been with so many women, and she didn't know the first thing about pleasing a man. She didn't realize that she already pleased the Potions Master on a number of levels, and that he couldn't help but be pleased by her complete surrender to him. This was the final connection, the act that would bring it all together for him. Hermione would make his hard life bearable. She would be his companion and his ally.
Severus walked through his study, into his office and then into his classroom. He unwarded his Potions store and with a wave of his hand, illuminated the small room. His black eyes searched over the bottles and vials until he found what he was looking for. He gathered several vials and exited the stores, warding it securely and returning to his waiting wife. He placed the vials on the night table beside the bed, Hermione watching him.
"What are those vials for?" she asked him.
He picked one up and turned.
"They're for you," he said, offering her a vial of blue liquid. "Drink this. It is a powerful contraceptive. You need to be protected from conceiving."
Hermione sat up in the bed and took the vial from him. She uncorked it and drank it down. It tasted like spearmint. She handed the empty vial back to him, and he placed it on the table. Hermione's eyes swept the rest of the vials.
"And the rest of them?" she asked.
"An assortment of potions, just in case," he said, looking at her with his head cocked. "Calming potion, healing elixir, and pain elixir."
Hermione looked at two empty vials that had small tubes inside of them.
"What are the vials with the tubes for?" she asked.
"Those are collectors. I will use one to collect your blood when I deflower you. I will be able to use your virginal blood to create powerful potions tailored just for you. Healing elixirs that could bring you back from the very brink of death with one small dose if necessary. I intend to take very good care of you, Mrs. Snape. The other vial will collect my first release with you. It can be used to bind me to you, so I will be aware of you and your condition wherever you are, and be able to find you no matter where you go. No spell will be able to hide you from me. If we manage to climax together the first time, our connection will be even more powerful," he said.
Severus planned to do his best to climax with Hermione their first time. He would have to fight his natural inclination to ride her orgasm out. He looked down at her again, then took a deep breath, and climbed into the bed, and lay beside her. She stiffened up immediately. But that was all right. She stiffened up last night too…but ended up quite relaxed at the end. Severus propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.
"Again I tell you wife, you look scared to death," he said softly. "Are you scared?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I've heard losing your virginity hurts."
Her eyes swept down to his hugely tented boxers, then back to his face.
"I have a feeling in your case, Severus, it's going to hurt even more than it should," she breathed.
"Hermione, by the time I'm ready to deflower you, you won't be afraid. You will want me. Even the pain…because it will lead to pleasure. And as far as my size is concerned, you will find it a great source of pleasure as well, I promise you. You will be able to accommodate me," he said gently, trying to reassure her.
Hermione looked into his black eyes and the growing desire within them.
"Are you going to be gentle with me, Severus?" she asked him.
The Professor was silent for a moment. He didn't know if he could be gentle for long, and didn't want to say he would be and then get lost in his passion.
"I will be good to you," he replied, hoping that would be enough.
Hermione knew what that meant. He couldn't promise her gentleness. But she had instinctively known that, simply because last night she had no desire for gentleness. She had wanted him to take her over completely. She imagined when his passion took him over, he would want to do just that. But he said he would be good to her. She believed him.
"Then be good to me, Severus," she said softly. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"I will," he breathed, lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her. Hermione felt the need in her ignite almost immediately and opened her mouth, wanting to feel his tongue entwining with hers. Severus obliged her, slipping his supple muscle into her mouth and exploring her heat, tasting her sweetness and willingness. She mewled into his mouth.
Severus brought a pale hand to her cheek and drew it down her throat, resting it against her chest, above her breasts and caressing her gently, his long fingers moving over her soft skin. Hermione moaned at the contact, and longed for those long fingers to move downward and touch her breasts, which were tingling, the nipples hardened and needing to be touched. Instead, Severus slid his hand down around her side, just brushing the curve of her bra-clad breast and following the curve of her waist and easing over her knickers and the swell of her hip, then down her thigh. He reversed his hand's motion drawing it back up her body until it once again rested against her cheek.
Hermione was intoxicated by his kiss and his subtle touch. The room around her seemed to haze out and lose its place in reality. The walls disappeared, and the only real thing in the world was the pale Potions Master, delving inside her mouth and teasingly caressing her body. But he was skimming the parts of her that burned for his hands. It was causing the burn to increase. She pulled back from his mouth, her amber eyes glowing with need.
"Touch me more," she demanded, panting up at him. His dark hot eyes met hers.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked her, teaching her to ask for what she wanted.
"My breasts," she said, offering her mouth to him again. Severus dropped back to her sweet lips, his hand sliding down again, this time over her breasts lightly. They were still encased in the bra. He began to cup and squeeze them, feeling their fullness beneath his palms, the hard nipples peaking through the fabric. He listened to Hermione's passionate groans as he pressed his hand to her breast, and she arched them up, wanting more contact. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, not through the fabric. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, and heard him groan at her ardor, and he squeezed her breasts harder, fondling them through the white cotton of her bra.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore and took her hand and pulled her bra up so he could access her flesh. Severus felt his member throb painfully as his hand came in contact with her soft, firm flesh, her taut nipples tickling his palm. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through Hermione's body and she cried out with pleasure. Severus brought his other hand to her other breast and fondled both in earnest, catching and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. He held on to her breasts as if they were melons as he kissed her, guided by her responses, gripping her the way she wanted him to.
"Gods, Severus…your hands feel so good," Hermione groaned, unable to keep from expressing her pleasure. She felt a gush roll out of her, and whimpered. Severus moved his lips from her mouth to her throat, and began to lick and suckle her. Hermione had never felt anything so delicious and leaned her head back to give him more freedom. Who would have imagined the cold, hard Professor who seemed so unfeeling in the halls and classrooms of Hogwarts could be so hot and passion inspiring? The wizard contained another kind of magic, and it was working on Hermione, raising her to a level of pleasure she had never dreamed existed. She had no idea he hadn't truly started yet.
Severus tasted her warm skin…it was clean, slightly salted. He licked at her like a lollipop, moving downward, over her clavicle, his hands slipping from her breasts and running over her belly and waist, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her knickers and caressing her hips tantalizingly before moving to her thighs. She was arching upwards, and he slid his body on top of hers, parting her thighs and resting low between them, his member resting on the mattress, rather than her body.
The feel of his weight and warm of his skin against hers made Hermione groan, and she brought her small hands to his back and felt the flexing muscles of his shoulders before they slipped down to tenderly caress his scars, her tiny fingers tracing them as if trying to memorize them. The feel of her hands on his body moved Severus to be more ardent and he slid his mouth lower down, over the swell of her breasts and Hermione moaned, her hands locking in his hair, trying to move him downward, want more of his hot mouth on her skin.
When Severus sucked her breast, the warmth of his mouth and swirling tongue laving Hermione, she arched up so powerfully, she lifted his upper body momentarily. Severus' eyes went wide. He wasn't a lightweight. Desire was making the little witch strong. He changed breasts and felt her arching again. She was speaking, whispering the word 'yes' over and over as he suckled and kissed her beautiful bosom, marveling at her very vocal expression of delight.. He didn't expect such encouragement from a virgin, figuring inexperience would keep her silent.
But this was Hermione. She immersed herself in every learning experience, she was no different here, absorbing the different sensations he was causing her, her body one large parchment, his body the quill providing information, etching notes on her skin, things to be processed and memorized at a level beyond intellect. There was no thought in the witch's brain. He had effectively shut down her power of thought with the first kiss, awakening the primal, the instinctual, the female principle, the mating urge.
Severus could smell her arousal, pure, animal, and his nostrils pulsated, filled with the scent of her, the aroma growing stronger as he slid down her body. Hermione didn't wonder where he was going…there was no gasp of surprise or momentary pause as his lips dipped below her navel, no sudden freezing when he grasped the sides of her knickers with either hand and tugged them…she simply lifted her hips, longing for him to free her from them and continue the journey. She was with him every luscious inch of the way.
When Severus parted her thighs, her head flew up a moment, her hot amber eyes watching him, his black eyes meeting hers before lowering his mouth to her core. Electricity shot through her body when his mouth made contact with her labia, and gasping she let her head fall back. The witch buckled when Severus' tongue slipped between her sensitive lower lips, and she shrieked as his arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her steady.
Hermione called on Merlin, Circe, Mauve, Diana and many other wizards and deities as Severus lapped at her sex, drinking in her sweetness, moving his tongue in small circles before flicking it over her clit, then sucking and nibbling her gently. She groaned when he stopped and parted her lips to look at her pretty pink core, his black eyes taking in the thin, membrane of skin that guarded her virtue for the past eighteen years. He pressed his tongue again her hymen gently, and it stretched allowing him to insert the tip inside her without rupturing it. Hermione cried out as he lightly thrust in and out of her entrance for a few moments, before returning to her clit, and sucking it lightly.
Hermione arched and let out a keening sound that started to increase. Severus realized just in time that she was heading toward orgasm, and as much as he wanted to take her to the edge, and over it, he moved away from her, wanting her orgasm to be intercourse-inspired, and hopefully mutual with his own. He slid back up her body, feeling her thrusting her hips against him. This time he pulled up over her, rested his erection against her apex, and grinding it into her.
Hermione went wild, pumping against him, soaking his boxers with her juices. Severus groaned and looked down at the witch. Her eyes were like the eyes of a cat, the pupils dilated and wide with lust, her lips parted, and glistening. She looked wild and wanton. And she was wild and wanton as her hands slipped down to his buttocks and pulled him into her. This time Severus growled, shaking his head in wonder, his organ pulsing as it slid against her crotch. It felt as if it weighed a ton, it was so engorged with blood. Hermione's hands slid around and rested for a moment on his lower belly, before sliding upward. He hissed.
Severus dropped back to the witch's hot mouth. Hermione sucked his tongue in so deeply he thought he felt it dip into her throat. He worked himself against the moaning, thrashing witch, ready to take her now. Ready to plunge inside that beautiful, hungry, young body. Gods, she was a passionate little thing. He couldn't remember such wantonness in a woman who wasn't plied and loosened by drink. This was all Hermione he was experiencing. This passion was natural, powerful…almost overwhelming. He didn't think Hermione would let him be gentle, not the way she was moving against him. She was almost violent in her response.
"Severus," she gasped against his mouth. She was panting so hard it was an effort for her to speak. Her skin was shining with perspiration. He pulled back.
"Yes, Hermione" he replied, his dark eyes locked to hers. She looked so needful.
"I'm aching. Deflower me. Take me," she whispered, "I don't want to wait any longer."
Severus stopped moving against her and rose to his knees. He pulled Hermione upward, a bit roughly, his lust threatening to take him over. He pulled her bra over her head and pushed her back down to the bed. Hermione writhed as Severus lowered his silk boxers and worked them under one knee, then the other, removing them and revealing himself to her, watching her reaction.
Severus' tool was indeed huge, long, and thick, reaching almost halfway down his thigh. The swollen head pointed straight at Hermione, purpled by the large amount of blood swelling it to capacity, ribbed veins pulsing along the swollen shaft. Hermione was too far gone even to be daunted by it. No matter how big Severus was, she wanted him inside her, soothing the ache deep within her any way he could. The witch opened her arms to him, wanting to feel him against her. Severus' dark eyes smoldered as he fell forward, once again resting his member between her thighs, the chestnut fur of her sex rubbing against his shaft deliciously.
He looked down at her. Gods she was more beautiful than he ever imagine she would be under him.
"Are you ready, Hermione?" he said, his voice made more silky and rich by desire.
"Yes. Gods yes," she groaned up at him.
Severus had given her deflowerment a lot of thought. He rolled off her and she cried out trying to follow him. He sat up and pulled her up.
"We're going to do this a bit differently than most probably would, Hermione," he said to her as he positioned her on his lap facing him, her thighs on either side of his outstretched legs, bending her knees.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, pressed against his tool and rotated her core against it desperately, stimulating herself, her mouth slack. Severus pushed her hips back, trying to hold her off so he could explain what they were doing. She seemed beyond explanations, however. But he still wanted her to know.
"After I enter you, Hermione, you will be able to control the speed, rhythm and the depth of my penetration. You can move in a way that feels good to you, and I won't hurt you. You can get used to me this way…then…later, the control will be in my hands," he said.
"Just do me, Severus," Hermione said brokenly, pushing forward.
So much for explanations.
Severus whispered the incantations to collect their emissions, then slid Hermione back further on his thighs and positioned himself against her hymen, biting his lip as he did so, looking down at his thickness resting between her open thighs. He lifted her slightly. She was so light Hermione groaned and tried to grind down on him. He held her up for a moment more, looking between their bodies. Then he slowly raised his head and looked her in the eyes as he slipped both arms behind her, curling his hands around her shoulders. He leaned her back and letting her rest against his forearms. Severus took a deep breath, and quickly yanked her downward as he thrust upward, breaking through her hymen as Hermione screamed, sliding tightly over him, her buttocks coming to rest on his lap.
At last, the final intrusion.
Severus held Hermione tight against him, his arms wrapped around her back, her head resting on his shoulder as she whimpered, stretched around his girth, impaled on his thick member. The Potions Master couldn't remember any other woman feeling this good as he held her, both elated and protective. He could feel the life in her pulsing around his member, throbbing like a small heartbeat. Severus held her like this for several minutes, fighting the urge to thrust, listening to her sobs ease as the initial pain died away. When she calmed, he leaned her back from his shoulder and kissed her deeply, igniting her again. Then he stopped and locked his black eyes to her dazed amber ones.
"Move, Hermione," he said softly, his pale hands grasping her by her waist, "It's time to give yourself to me, witch."
Hermione obeyed, sliding her hips back, feeling Severus' thick organ retreating. Oh it felt so good. Severus pulled her forward gently, showing her what to do, thrusting into her, his mouth dropping open with pleasure. Hermione moaned as he filled her again. There was so much pressure, so much…him.
"You're so big," she whispered. The Potions Master couldn't reply, he was so lost in being enfolded in her hot little body, his hands squeezing her waist, urging her to move.
Hermione pulled away again, groaning, then slid back, shuddering. She began to find her rhythm and started riding Severus, burying him deeper inside her with every motion, her sweet voice rising and falling as he moved within her wetness, closer to her than anyone had ever been, plowing into that ache inside her and easing it. Severus thought this was what heaven might feel like, and fought the urge to take over as Hermione thrust herself on him harder, emitting little shrieks as he banged into her cervix. He began to grunt when he hit bottom, his eyes half-lidded, watching her.
"Yes, that's it Hermione, give it to me, you beautiful little minx" he groaned as she worked her sleeve over him, moving faster and faster, her breasts bouncing as she rose and fell, caressing his shaft in softness and heat, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head thrown back in abandon. Severus fell on her breasts, biting and sucking them as she shrieked and hissed, bouncing on him, her head snapping forward, her hands grasping his head, holding him to her breasts tightly, so he found it hard to move as she slid up and down over him. Gods, she felt so good he wanted to flip her on her back and power drive into her. But this was her moment. She was learning his body, learning what felt good to her, and she was a fast learner, selfish as she rolled her hips, swirling him inside her and delighting in his hardness, reveling in his gasps, and groans. She was giving him pleasure. He liked what she was doing.
Hermione slammed down on his member, hit a sweet spot and screamed, making Severus react so he began to thrust, taking over, driving into that precise spot over and over making her cry out as he plunged into her with growing ardor. Lost to the pleasure of possessing her, Severus pulled Hermione into him harder than he meant to, and she screamed his name for the first time.
"Hermione," he groaned, gripping her waist tightly, lifting and lowering her light body over his thickness, immersing himself in her, feeling her lubrication washing over him, looking down and watching his thickness piston between her creamy thighs.
"Gods, you feel so, so good my little Gryffindor," Severus said to the shrieking, gasping witch, sweat beginning to roll down his back as he jerked her up and down. "My beautiful wife," he breathed. "I never thought you'd want to stay with me," he groaned, "When Albus told me I had to marry you, I never dreamed you'd end up giving yourself to me like this."
Severus thrust up into the witch hard, responding to his own words, taking her, possessing her and claiming her completely. Hermione buckled, writhing around him, crying out at his strength. Suddenly she shuddered powerfully, her body beginning to clench around him.Severus' mouth dropped open helplessly at her tightness…Hermione was about to orgasm…he had to release with her.
"Not yet!" he gasped, increasing his strength and driving into her powerfully, looking for his own release now as he tore through her body. Desperately, he rolled with her, trapping her under him and slamming into her lustfully, telling her to wait for him, to hold back just a little bit longer.
Hermione wasn't listening. She opened herself up to the exquisite bliss trying to swallow her whole, wanting it, needing it, thrusting her hips up and tilting her pelvis to receive every, deep, demanding stroke the Potions Master gave her. Severus felt it when she burst open, her climax rolling over him, her body becoming a living vise, drawing him in, sucking him down, rippling over his shaft, clutching at his head. Severus' delight and Hermione's powerful orgasm triggered his climax, his nads drawing up as the Potions Master bellowed, slamming into Hermione to the hilt, forcing a tremulous, soul-deep scream from the little witch as he ejaculated into her strongly, straining against her, grunting loudly as he released and pulsed inside her, their emissions mingling, rolling over both of them as they clung to each other, becoming one.
A pale light formed around their bodies as the vials on the table shuddered, then filled, one with a deep crimson fluid, the other with a thick white cream. The light faded as the two lovers quaked against each other, spent and panting.
Severus felt himself deflating inside Hermione, her body still squeezing him as her orgasm wound down. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and the pounding of his own heart answering hers. He had been right about his wife. She was an amazing partner. Severus relaxed on Hermione full weight, enjoying the feel of her body beneath him, her breasts mashed against his chest. He was hunched over her, his face pressed into her hair. It smelled of jasmine.
Severus felt Hermione shifting beneath him weakly, and reluctantly rolled off of her, wrapping his arm under her shoulder and pulling her against him. His black eyes swept over the witch. She was glowing, partially from the sheen of sweat that covered her body from head to toe, and partially from an obviously satisfying experience. Her eyes were still closed as she breathed deeply. Severus blew on her face gently, cooling the skin of her brow while trying to get her to open her eyes and look at him. He wanted to see how she'd look at him.
Hermione did open her eyes and turned her face toward him. Her eyes had a tenderness in them that made his chest feel tight. No woman had ever looked at him so tenderly before. The closest thing to it he could remember were his mother's eyes, but her look was loving for an entirely different reason. She had a mother's love. This was a woman's love.
Hermione smiled a shy smile at him. He smirked at the shyness. She certainly wasn't shy a few moments ago.
"That was the most amazing experience of my life," she said softly.
Severus had heard this from women before. But it never sunk in like it did now. She hadn't had any other experiences like this like the other women had. She was speaking from her heart, and he felt it. Hermione shifted closer to him and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
"How do you feel?" Severus asked her, concerned she might be feeling some residual pain. He hadn't been gentle with her, but he knew he had been good.
Hermione's eyes swept over him.
"I feel like I want to do it again," she said huskily, her eyes going dark.
Severus looked at her incredulously. It had only been five minutes. Not even he could recover in five minutes. Damn.
"We have to wait, Hermione," he said as her brow furrowed a bit. "I need to recover."
She didn't say anything, but continued to look at him, her eyes dark with lust. Severus arched an eyebrow at her expression.
"What?" she asked him, a little irritation in her voice.
"You're angry at me," he replied, smirking a little at her impatience. "You haven't had enough sex to get angry at me yet, you minx."
"You just hit the unicorn on the horn, Severus. I haven't had enough sex," she replied, rather hungrily. "I want more. Now."
"My gods," Severus said looking at her, and brushing her damp hair out of her face. "I believe I've created a monster."
He looked at Hermione consideringly. In regard to his varying appetites, maybe this was a good thing.
"Hermione, while I am recovering, I think we should talk a bit further about our intimate relationship," Severus said, "As my wife and my lover, there are things about me you need to know. Things about my sexual preferences.'
Hermione looked up at him.
"Things like what?" she asked him, curious.
"I know that you knew I had other women I was involved with sexually when I married you. Did you ever wonder why I had several women instead of one?" he asked her.
"Not really, Severus. I just assumed you were a man-whore," Hermione replied, grinning.
Severus scowled at her.
"To the 'uninitiated' perhaps," he said a little snarkily, "but the truth of the matter is that each of the women skillfully performed some sexual act that I enjoyed. You see, Hermione, I've never found a woman who was satisfactory in all the acts I like. A woman might be wonderful at one, but truly disappointing at another," he said.
"So, you just went out and found women that could do what you liked particularly well," she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Yes," he said.
Hermione studied her husband for a moment. She felt her stomach drop, and a coldness creep over her.
"Severus, I only just learned how to shag. I don't know anything else. What happens when I can't fulfill your other needs?" she asked him. She felt like crying. "Are you going to go to those other women, or find new ones?"
Severus sighed. He could tell Hermione was upset.
"Hermione, you don't have much experience…in this case, that can be a good thing. You are passionate for me. What happened between us just now, when you were riding me, you took great pleasure not only in how I felt inside of you, but how I reacted to you. You wanted to please me…and you did," he said in a low voice, "You pleased me more than most of the women I have been with. I am sure it has a lot to do with me being the first wizard to ever have you. Even I'm not immune to the specialness of that gift you've given me, and it makes you special to me. I know when I come to you, that you are for me and me alone. Other women cannot hold the place you do in my life."
The Potions Master looked at her intensely.
"You want to be a good wife to me, don't you?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied, meaning it. She loved him.
"I can teach you what I like, though one lesson will probably be quite painful at first," he said, watching her reaction intently.
Hermione considered him.
"What did those women do for you?" she asked him.
"Two of them were partners for intercourse. You are more than their equal in that respect…even without experience, believe me. Because you have true passion for me," he said.
Hermione smiled a little at this.
"One woman gave very good head. I, like most men, enjoy the feeling of a woman's warm mouth sliding over me," he breathed…looking at her mouth as he said it. Hermione felt a little pulse of heat inside her at the lust in his eyes.
"The final woman…and she wasn't much bigger than you, Hermione, she specialized in anal sex. I didn't indulge myself with her very often, but when I did…she was very good. She could handle me," Severus said.
Hermione looked at him wide-eyed.
"You want me to learn how to do those things?" she asked him.
"I would like you to, yes," Severus responded, his dark eyes fixed on her. It would be wonderful if Hermione could be the whole package for him.
"But Severus," the witch said, her eyes sweeping down his body and resting on his organ for a moment. Even soft, it was huge. "You're just so…big. I wouldn't be able to … orally please you. And anally? My gods, Severus…you have to be kidding me."
Severus looked at her, his brow furrowed. He wanted this from her. Hermione had given herself to him after all. And that meant all of her.
"I'm not," he said, a little darkness coming into his voice. "I have always been too large for a woman to take me fully into her mouth, but there are other ways to bring me to climax. You are so lovely and arousing, Hermione, your lips coming anywhere near me would probably have me thinking of Albus in his all-together in order to keep from ejaculating immediately."
Hermione felt another pulse as he described how much she turned him on. Maybe she could do that for him, if he showed her what to do.
"As for anal sex…yes I understand it can be painful for a woman at first, but once she is used to it, supposedly very intense orgasms are reached. The woman I dealt with loved anal sex so much, it was the only way she could reach climax. She didn't have regular intercourse at all as far as I know," he said.
"She took all of you?" Hermione asked him.
"Yes," he replied.
"And she was my size?"
"Very close."
Hermione thought about this. She didn't think Severus would lie about it. He was always such an honest wizard. If that woman could take him and find pleasure in it…maybe she could. But ouch! It was the "getting used to it" part that bothered her. A bum was not like a vagina. It had muscles to keep it tight for a reason. Those muscles would want to do their job if something was trying to get in…things were only supposed to get out. But she guessed that was the pleasure of it for the man. Getting squeezed by tight muscles. But what would her pleasure be? Most likely, penetration just like in regular sex. But it couldn't possibly feel the same.
Hermione looked at Severus again. He had given her so much pleasure. He was her husband. Every good wife wanted to please her husband. She had been nervous about sex, and it was wonderful. Maybe anal sex wouldn't be so bad. It would make him happy. But still, getting used to it. She knew she would be nervous when he started, and nervousness made the muscles of the body bunch up. Her bum would no doubt react the same way. Brrrrr. Gods.
Severus was in Hermione's mind watching her internal debate. He had no qualms about using Legilimency when it suited him, and it suited him now. He watched her every thought about having anal sex with him. He noted that she wanted to please him and be a good wife, and considered the fact it might even feel good. She was afraid of the pain though. He couldn't blame her for that. He was very big after all.
But after experiencing her passion, Severus was almost sure she could handle him after he broke her in. He could use some potions to relax her, but the potions might make her lethargic and unresponsive. He wanted her passionate. Maybe he could give her some strong wine to drop her inhibitions, or a weak aphrodisiac before they started. He could shag her first, then make his move after they were involved hot and heavy, maybe after she orgasmed He'd figure it out. He decided to try to allay her unspoken fears.
"Hermione, I wouldn't just pounce on you. I would prepare you before I attempted anal sex, just as I did before I deflowered you. You would be in a state of willingness, I assure you," he said silkily. "And willingness is what is most important," Severus said persuasively.
Hermione didn't say anything.
"I had to hurt you before I could give you pleasure when I took your virginity, Hermione, but you were willing. Wasn't the pain worth the pleasure?" he asked her, as he brought his pale hand to her thigh and caressed it gently. Hermione sighed as the contact did things to her insides.
"Yes it was," Hermione said.
"So it will be again, when the time comes. All I need you to do, Hermione, is trust me. Anything that I ask you to do will give you pleasure as well," he said, drawing his hand up over her hip. He felt a throb and looked down.
"Someone is waking up, Hermione," he breathed at her.
Hermione looked down at his bouncing organ then back at him.
"Someone?" she asked, "Don't tell me you are one of those wizards that names his …"
"Cock, Hermione. You have to learn to say it. Cock," he chided her. "And yes, he has a name."
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"What is it?" she asked, curious as to what the Potions Master would name his appendage.
"Little Severus, of course," he replied, smirking as he rolled over on her.
The Christmas holidays served as the Snapes' honeymoon. Severus found that Hermione was as apt a pupil at sex as she was at her studies. She was willing, curious and had a hunger to learn, so much of a hunger in fact, that he had to add a stamina potion to his daily exercise regime. He had forgotten how much energy an eighteen-year-old could have, but luckily he had vast reservoirs of lust on which to draw from. They were still at the sexual intercourse stage. He had not yet embarked on teaching Hermione the joys of giving oral sex. He intended to, but they always seemed to end up having intercourse. However he enjoyed servicing Hermione, one of his greatest pleasures was feeling her trembling on the tip of his tongue or her tight, wet sleeve shuddering around him.
On their rare appearances in the Great Hall, the other staff members commented among themselves at how Severus looked less sour. He may have looked it, but he acted as snarky as ever, almost spearing Flitwick's hand with his fork when the little Professor inadvertently reached into Hermione's plate for one of her sweet rolls. Flitwick was very greedy, and the kitchens had, in a rare occurrence run out of the sweet treats. Severus did not see Hermione give the Professor permission to take one of her rolls, and acted accordingly. He was extremely protective of his wife.
"Severus! I told Professor Flitwick he could have one of my rolls," she chided him.
"You should have handed it to him in that case," Severus replied as the small Professor held his almost injured hand tight to his body and stared at the dark wizard reproachfully.
Hermione apologized and gave Flitwick a roll off her plate, and gave Severus the cold shoulder for the rest of the meal. She attempted to continue the coldness that night, but Severus wasn't having it and seduced Hermione within ten minutes of her getting into bed with him, riding her hard for her treatment of him in the Great Hall. The thing was, Hermione loved his 'punishment', which delighted the Potions Master. Hermione was a lot tougher and resilient physically than he had initially thought. The witch could take a pounding, and that suited his darker side.
The holidays ended, and classes resumed as usual. Ron and Ginny returned from the Burrow, and as Hermione had thought, Ron did not take the news that she was going to remain married to the Professor well. Ginny, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised at all.
"I knew you had fallen in love with him, Hermione," she said as they walked through the main hall. Ginny was on her way to Muggle Studies and Hermione was on her way to Advanced Potions. Ginny looked at her curiously.
"You look different Hermione. You shagged him, didn't you?" Ginny asked her.
"Incessantly," Hermione replied. Both girls melted into giggles.
"So," Ginny said, her brown eyes curious, "How is he?"
Hermione shook her head. "He's amazing. I can't describe how he makes me feel, Ginny. I can only say that people have no idea how he really is. How kind he can be. How expressive," she said, "How hot."
Ginny smiled. "I think, Hermione…only you will ever see that side of him. I think the cold, snarky side is how he actually is too. He is like that with you because you are his wife. The rest of the world means nothing to him."
Hermione scowled at Ginny. The rest of the world certainly did mean something to her husband. That's why he was risking his life to try and save it from Voldemort. But she couldn't tell the red-haired witch that.
"It means more to him than you think, Ginny," she said shortly, angry with her friend, "I'll see you later."
Ginny felt the chill in Hermione's voice as she departed. The witch looked after her, shrugged and headed for class.
Hermione was two minutes late for Potions class. Severus looked at her imperiously as she entered and took her seat in front of his desk.
"You're late Mrs. Snape. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness," he snapped, turning to the blackboard to write the day's homework assignment. Hermione scowled at his back as her housemates groaned. Most knew that Hermione had decided to stay married to the snarky bastard, but couldn't understand why. He certainly didn't treat her any nicer.
Finished with putting the day's assignment on the board, Severus walked to the front of the class and prepared to give a lecture on the use of Jobberknoll feathers in memory potions and truth serums. As he began his lecture, with his customary pacing and gesticulating, Hermione watched him and couldn't help thinking about doing him. She watched him, hot-eyed as he spoke to the class, and more than once his black eyes fell on her, her expression causing him to lose his train of thought several times, much to his consternation. He scowled at her blackly, but it did no good. She simply licked her lips at him, causing him to throb uncomfortably.
Severus eventually ended up giving the rest of his lecture seated behind his desk, so his erection wouldn't show. When class was over and everyone was rising to go, he looked at Hermione.
"Mrs. Snape, a word please," he said. He didn't look pleased.
Hermione shouldered her backpack and walked up to his desk.
"Yes, Professor?" she said. Her face was straight, but there was a twinkle in her eye. She knew why he had sat down during his lecture, and she loved the fact she had that kind of power over him. Particularly since he had taken points from her at the beginning of class.
"Mrs. Snape, I do not appreciate you disrupting my lectures by taking advantage of my attraction to you," Severus said, scowling at her.
"I didn't do anything but sit in my seat and pay attention to you," Hermione retorted, scowling back at him.
"Inappropriate attention," he hissed at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hermione said evenly. They both knew that was a lie.
"You were giving me 'bedroom eyes'" Severus said, his black brows furrowed darkly.
Hermione laughed, and it just made him madder.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" he said, "Now…laugh about THAT, Mrs. Snape. And from now I expect you to conduct yourself like any other student while in my class, or I swear I will assign you detention with Filch cleaning out the Thestral stables! Go. You are dismissed!"
Hermione stormed out of the Potions class, slamming the door behind her. She wouldn't have dared do that before she became his wife. She could get away with some things. Her mind raced as she walked up the corridor. Inappropriate attention, eh? She'd show him some inappropriate attention all right.
Hermione and Severus had an agreement that they would not discuss any classroom incidents at home. When Hermione entered his classroom, as far as Severus was concerned she was just another student. Any complaints she had would have to be addressed either in the classroom, or she would have to make an appointment to see him in his office. Hermione learned long ago, that the office visits usually resulted in the loss of even more points. Being married to him didn't change that fact. He was a Slytherin after all, and lived to take points from Gryffindor house.
She'd fix him though. Hermione headed for the library. She said hello to Madam Pince the librarian and asked to be let into the restricted section. Normally she would have needed a note from a teacher to enter, but since she was the wife of a Professor, Madam Pince did not feel the rules applied to her. She was a married woman, therefore mature enough to browse through the restricted tomes, in the librarian's opinion.
Hermione walked through the gate and headed for the section of books that covered sex. She browsed the titles, and selected several tomes. She carried them out and sat at a table far removed from the rest and leafed through book after book until she found what she was looking for. There were illustrations. Wizarding illustrations that showed her exactly what she needed to do. She got a little hot watching the images, and squeezed her legs together. It looked quite sexy. Hermione then read the text, learning about sensitive areas, spots that gave the most pleasure, and the best ways to give that pleasure. She absorbed all the information with her usual gusto. When she finished reading, she smiled a rather wicked smile as she returned the books to the shelves.
"Inappropriate? I'll show him inappropriate," she said to herself as she exited the library.
The next day in Potions class, Hermione was just as bad as the day before, if not worse. Since she sat directly in front of Severus' desk and was the only student in the front row, no one but the Potions Master could see the sexy, sultry looks she was giving him, biting her lip the same way she did when he hit bottom, and running her tongue over her partially opened lips as he attempted to teach the class. Severus once again ended up behind his desk, scowling at Hermione and giving the class a reading assignment to do as he waited for his erection to go down.
Oh, he was going to get Hermione. She was going to be shoveling Thestral shit for the next three days. Maybe that would show her he meant business. Or maybe he should give her those anal sex lessons he'd been thinking about lately. If the stable cleaning didn't work, that would be his next step for sure. Knowing that disrupting his class could result in her getting a huge tool shoved into her little bum might deter her. She really was a distraction he didn't need when working. He had a job to do after all.
When class was dismissed, he once again called Hermione to his desk. This time she walked around it. He looked at her scowling.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" he said in a low and dangerous voice. He was really very angry with her.
"Being inappropriate," she replied with a smirk.
Severus' eyes rose in surprise, then drew together blackly.
"Yes…and your inappropriateness has earned you three days detention with Filch cleaning the Thestrals stables without magic, Mrs. Snape," Severus hissed at her. "Starting this evening."
Hermione stared down at him, her eyes taking on a glow he recognized. Why was she looking like that now?
"Since you're going to give me such a severe punishment, Professor, I might as well do something really inappropriate," she said huskily. And Hermione spun Severus' chair so he faced her and dropped to her knees.
"What are you doing, Hermione?" Severus asked her, alarmed.
Hermione looked up at him.
"Paying you inappropriate attention," she replied, unfastening the lower half of his robes.
Severus didn't know what to do for a moment as he watched his wife open his robes. The teacher in him said to grab her hands, make her stand up and leave. But the man in him said, "Whatever she's up to, let her do it." And it looked like she was up to something that he'd like very much as she parted his robes and her fingers went to his pants, unfastening them.
"Hermione," he hissed as she peeled open his pants. She lowered the front of his silk boxers and pulled out his member with her hot little hands.
"Shit," Severus said, sliding lower in the chair and waving his hand at the classroom door hurriedly, warding it securely. He watched his wife handle his swelling organ, a glazed look in his eyes as she pressed her lips to the tip. Severus hissed as the beautiful young witch ran her tongue around the flange, then licked, kissed and sucked her way down his shaft, reaching up with her other hand to cup and gently squeeze his nads. Severus bucked in the chair.
"Gods, where did you learn this?" he breathed as Hermione ran her soft lips back and forth over him. She didn't stop to answer as she lifted him and flicked her tongue over his scrotum, before sucking it into her hot mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Severus groaned, both hands gripping the side of the chair, his legs stretching out spasmodically on either side of the kneeling witch swirling his nads around in her searing mouth, licking them with her tongue and sucking them gently as she worked her fist up and down his thick shaft.
Hermione licked her way back up, this time slipping her mouth over the head and dipping it into her warmth, sucking hard.
"Oh, yesssss," Severus hissed, watching her. Gods, she had him between her sweet lips and was doing a damn good job with it. Hermione began to bob on his organ wetly, her lips dragging over him back and forth as she worked her fist up and down the rest of his glistening shaft, stimulating him, bringing him close. Severus grabbed his wife's head between his hands and started pulling her over him faster, his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure.
"You wicked, wicked witch!" he groaned as Hermione sucked greedily, turned on by his response and the illicitness of their situation. This was the first time they had done anything outside of their bedroom. Her husband's hardness sliding in and out of her mouth was making her so, so wet.
Suddenly Severus stiffened, then hunched forward, pulling Hermione as far down as he could and letting out a strangled cry as he came in her mouth powerfully, groaning as he felt her swallowing his release down. It felt like the room was spinning, and he couldn't breathe for a moment…the pleasure was just too great. The Potions Master felt Hermione's head shuddering under his hands and suspected she had orgasmed too.
Finally, the pulsing stopped and Hermione pulled away as Severus flopped back in the chair, his black eyes watching as she stood up and gave him a wry smile.
"It's amazing what you can learn from the right books," she said, picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder. "Even inappropriate behavior. Goodbye, Professor."
She started for the door. Severus raised his hand with effort and unwarded it for her.
"Mrs. Snape," he called after his wife rather hoarsely, his breathing still labored.
Hermione turned.
"Yes, Professor?" she asked, her amber eyes laughing at him.
"Your detention has been moved to my rooms. Eight o'clock tonight. Be prepared to give a repeat performance," he said weakly.
"Yes, Professor," she said, giving him a sexy grin, then turning and exiting the classroom.
Severus sat up slowly and tucked his spent organ back into his pants, fastened them, then started refastening the lower half of his robes. He had meant what he said.
Hermione was one wicked, wicked witch.
Severus found out that his wife's inappropriate behavior in his classroom had not been a fluke, and Hermione turned out to be extremely talented when it came to fellatio. The Professor was more taken with his wife than he ever had been with Catherine. Hermione soon found out she could manipulate the Professor to some degree because of her ability. The witch only had to drop "The Look" on him. Hermione never knew what facial expression "The Look" consisted of exactly, but she only had to rest her eyes on him while thinking about giving him a blowjob, and Severus immediately became much more agreeable. After looking in the mirror several times and not noticing any substantial difference in her expression, Hermione decided her husband's ability to know when she was thinking about fellatio was some kind of psychic man thing, and left it at that.
Actually, it was the magical bond between them that let Severus know. Severus had utilized the emissions from their first sexual interaction and created the potion that would connect him to his wife for life. Hermione's emotions were now like a subtext in his mind. He could feel them when he focused on her, otherwise they were in the background. She gave off particularly delicious emotional vibes when she thought about performing sexual acts on him, each a little different. Severus learned to recognize what feeling went with what act.
This gave the Potions Master quite an advantage. For example, he discovered that when he was demanding, dominating, and ordered her, Hermione's desire for him would spike even though she fought against being controlled, and remained quite independent. His wife liked his dark side. The connection between them also made possessing her a very powerful experience, her emotions washing over him like caresses as he took her. Severus felt he had not been in error deciding to stay married to the witch.
They did break with the norm however, and discussed the classroom situation at home. He found that his wife couldn't help thinking about their intimate relationship. She didn't have the discipline. They decided that she would start on both her Occulmency and Legilimency lessons immediately. She would learn to shut down those particular thoughts, pushing them into an impenetrable part of her mind and closing the door on them until such time as she wanted to access them.
Initially, both Severus and Hermione were very frustrated with each other concerning Occulmency. Hermione was used to being a freethinker, and came to many of her brilliant conclusions by allowing her thoughts to wander until they clicked into place. Learning to selectively stop some thoughts while allowing others free reign was difficult for her. Severus was not the most patient teacher either. He gave her just as hard a time as he did Harry. And a lot of the sessions ended up with Hermione in tears, calling Severus an unfeeling monster.
"If you want to see what a monster really is, Hermione…let Voldemort access your mind and find out what I've been up to all these years, and what your true purpose is in taking his Mark" he said coldly, "There won't be enough left of us to put in a matchbox."
This statement was enough to make the witch work harder. She didn't want to be the reason for her husband's death, and she certainly didn't want to be discovered by the Dark Lord either, when the time came. So she worked hard, and had some success. At least Severus could get through a lesson without having to deal with an erection anymore.
Hermione turned out to have quite an aptitude at Legilimency however, her main problem being she looked like she was looking in someone's mind when she did it. She focused, when she needed to appear as if she wasn't focused.
"Hermione, you are naturally sneaky," Severus would say to her in exasperation, "You have the ability to look into someone's mind without staring at them as if they've grown a horn. Now try harder!"
She did improve.
The end of the year came quite quickly, and Hermione graduated Hogwarts with the highest marks in fifty years. She had even tied with Severus' NEWT scores. This led to a lively debate between them, Hermione claiming that her scores should actually be considered higher than her husband's since learning Potions was much more complicated and involved than when he was a student. Severus responded with the statement that he had forgotten more about Potions-making than she would ever know. Severus ended up settling the argument in his usual way, by shagging the shit out of Hermione and putting her to sleep. The cheeky wench.
Although Hermione had excellent marks, there was no funding for muggle-borns to attend university. She and Severus had a blazing row about this, a row which Severus ultimately won by putting his foot down. Hermione was his wife, and as such was entitled to spend his money, and he had quite a bit of it due to residuals he received from potions he had created and marketed. Hermione wanted to get a job and pay her own way through school. Severus was livid. After trying to reason with her unsuccessfully, he finally snarked out completely.
"The only job you will have, Mrs. Snape, is that of a Spells Mistress when you get your degree. Working will take away from your study time, not to mention your time with me. I will not hear of it. I have the money, I will put you through school. You will obey me in this matter, Hermione Snape, or I will turn you over my knee and beat you raw!" he told her, his black eyes glinting at her dangerously. He meant it too.
Hermione began university that following September, living on campus during the week and coming home to Severus on the weekends. The Potions Master didn't like the arrangement. He had gotten used to sleeping with the witch, and having her available to meet his needs, whether physically or intellectually. But she had to continue her education, so he dealt with it as best he could. When she had left for school, the first few nights were hard for the Potions Master. He was constantly reaching out for Hermione in his sleep, and not finding her.
Severus returned to taking all his meals in the Great Hall again, and his demeanor was as black as the night sky on a starless, moonless night. He didn't speak to anyone, the exception being his students, for the entire week Hermione was gone.
When Hermione returned to him that Friday evening, stepping through the floo loaded down with books and smiling at him as he sat in his armchair, Severus rose and grabbed her, making her drop every single book in her arms. The Potions Master carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently in the bed, removed every stitch of her clothing and made passionate love to her, reclaiming her, reestablishing that she was his and still wanted him. He was tender and thorough, the first time at least. He was also amazed at how much she had come to mean to him.
The Dark Lord summoned Severus shortly after Hermione started university. He hadn't seen Voldemort since he killed Lucius. He donned his deatheater robes and answered the summons, bowing low before the throne and greeting his Lord.
"How goes it, loyal servant?" Voldemort asked him, his red eyes sweeping over him. "I have heard that you have managed to keep the mudblood with you. Is she attending university?"
"Yes, my Lord," Severus replied.
"I also have learned that she earned the highest marks in fifty years," the Dark Lord said, tapping the arm of his throne with his long, scaly fingers.
"That is true my Lord. She is a brilliant witch," Severus responded.
Voldemort stared at him consideringly for a moment.
"I take it she is no longer 'untouched'," the Dark Lord said to him.
"No, my Lord she is quite broken in," the Potions Master replied.
Voldemort studied at the Potions Master. The wizard looked a little too content for his liking. The Dark Lord liked his servants off-balance.
"How did she like your condition when you returned to Hogwarts after our last meeting?" the Dark Lord asked him. He had tortured the wizard soundly for his impudence.
"I had to hide the true nature of my condition from her my Lord, and told her my injuries were from my battle with Lucius," he replied, "She wasn't pleased."
Voldemort looked at him.
"I would think that she would find you suffering for her, quite appealing," the Dark Lord said, "Witches love that kind of thing."
"Yes, my Lord, but if I would bring her into your service, I cannot let her know that you torture me. She would not take kindly to it, and would hate you, my Lord. She would never use her talents to help you," Severus lied. He was taking a big chance telling the Dark Lord this.
Voldemort considered this. It made sense the witch would not willing serve anyone who hurt her husband. He wanted her in his ranks.
"Well, Severus. It looks like I am going to have to curb my inclination to keep you humble in order to acquire your wife's fidelity. Do you think you can turn her to me?" he asked the Potions Master, a frown on his face that the wizard was beyond his tortures for the time being.
"Yes, my Lord, I do. By the time she graduates I will have her properly indoctrinated, and bring her to you. But that will be in four years time, my Lord," the Potions Master replied.
"Some things are worth waiting for, Severus. I have a feeling she will be very accomplished when she takes the Mark. But if you fail to bring her, trust me you will suffer as you have never suffered before Severus, I promise you this," the Dark Lord hissed.
"Yes, my Lord," Severus replied. He knew most likely it would mean his death.
"Now, there is another small matter I need to make you aware of, Severus. Draco Malfoy has taken the Mark, and knows you killed his father by the Blood Right. He was asking for permission to see vengeance on your wife for his father's death. He seems to feel that she was not important enough for Lucius to have died for. The boy hates muggles and muggle-borns. He feels he would punish you by hurting her. Since I want your wife in my ranks, I refused him. The boy was livid, and I had to 'condition' him to be more deferential to my wishes," Voldemort sighed. "I hate dealing with teenagers. They are so rebellious."
Severus seethed inwardly at Draco wanting to hurt Hermione. He could easily go the way of his father. Severus wouldn't hesitate to kill the young wizard.
"However, Severus…I think you would be wise to be on your guard. Draco is shrewd enough to realize I won't kill him, simply because it will cut off my access to his resources. There are no more heirs to take the Mark, and his mother Narcissa will not join me. He may go after your wife anyway. I do not want him dead, Severus. If you kill Draco, I will kill you…and your wife," the Dark Lord said, his red eyes glistening with malice. "He is under my protection. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, my Lord," Severus said, murder in his heart.
Voldemort's eyes swept over him.
"That being said, Severus, we can get down to business. I've missed your 'talents' and am feeling a bit randy. So…" the Dark Lord said, clapping his hands.
A voluptuous female deatheater walked up to Severus and began to undress. She was a redhead, and had a glazed look of lust in her eyes. The witch was naked beneath her robes, and dropped them to the ground, revealing her body. Severus could smell her arousal and cringed inwardly. Not again.
"…you will entertain me. The wench has been properly 'conditioned' and is ready to be taken quite vigorously. I trust you are up to it, Severus. Your wife hasn't taken all your virility I hope. I would be very displeasssed," the Dark Lord lisped.
"No my Lord. I can oblige you," Severus said, beginning to undress, his black eyes focused on the naked witch before him. He pictured Hermione in his mind, drawing on his desire for her in order to get an erection. A mattress magically appeared to the right of him, summoned by Voldemort. The woman dropped to her knees and began to assist in opening his robes.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," The Potions Master breathed as he felt himself hardening.
"So sorry, my love."
Two days later, Draco Malfoy sat in the main sitting room of the Manor, drinking a firewhiskey and brooding into the fire. His mother sat across from him, engaged in some ridiculous muggle pastime called knitting. The long thin needles she was using clicked incessantly, the sound working its way into the young wizard's brain until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Gods damn it mother. Why are you fucking doing that?" he snarled at the quiet, blue-eyed witch. Narcissa looked up at him calmly. She was used to such outbursts, first from her husband and then from her own son. He was a Malfoy after all.
"I enjoy it, Draco…it helps pass the time," she replied, continuing to knit.
Draco stared at her, his ice-blue eyes narrowed.
"Mother, go someplace else and do that before I fry the entire mess," he said in a low voice.
Narcissa looked at her son, then picked up her basket of yarn and obediently left the sitting room. Draco was as violent as his father had been. The first time he hexed his mother, he was fourteen and covered her in boils because she would not let him attend an unsupervised party at Goyle's house. He hexed her and went anyway. When his father found out about it, he had laughed.
"My son is growing up," Lucius had said with a grin as he looked at his suffering wife. "Go straighten yourself out and come to bed."
That had been it. Draco had been bullying his mother ever since. Narcissa had no recourse but to obey her son. Draco could turn her out of the Manor if he chose, and leave her penniless now that he was Lord.
Draco took another sip of his firewhiskey, and sulked. The Dark Lord had turned him down in his petition to get Hermione for his father's death. The red-eyed fuck had then hit him with the Cruciatus curse until he shit on himself. If Voldemort's powers weren't so far-reaching, Draco would tell him to shove his Mark up his scaly ass. He wouldn't live long after that, however. As long as he held the Mark though, he was safe. Voldemort needed him for his money. As long as he paid the Dark Lord tribute, he was under his protection. Even if he did go after the mudblood, the worst Voldemort would do would be torture him. Avenging his father's death and restoring the Malfoy honor would be worth it.
He was about to pour himself another firewhiskey when a knock sounded on the door to the setting room.
"What is it?" Draco called in irritation. He didn't want to be bothered.
A bent and shaking house elf entered, its green eyes whirling in fear.
"Master has a visitor, sir. He says he wants to speak to the Master, sir," the elf squeaked, its ears flattened tight to its head. Draco was cruel to house elves, often hexing them terribly for absolutely no other reason than he felt like it. Draco's ice-blue eyes fell on the cringing creature.
"Who is it?" he asked him.
"He wouldn't say sir. He just says you know who he is sir," the elf said.
Draco scowled. He wasn't about to receive an unannounced visitor.
"Send whoever it is away," Draco said, flailing his hand at the elf.
The elf stood there, looking very frightened.
"I don't thinks he will leave, sir. He is determined, sir," the elf said.
Draco whipped out his wand and shot a stinging blast at the elf, who shrieked and fell to its knees. It shuddered on the floor, looking up at Draco with wide, pleading eyes.
"Get rid of him I said," Draco said to the elf, who nodded and crawled backwards to the door, then stood and disappeared.
Suddenly there was a loud blast and several squeals, then a great crash. Draco leapt out of his chair, frightened, holding his wand on the door.
Suddenly the door was flung open and Severus strode in thrusting his palm out and blasting Draco across the room before the young wizard could react, slamming him into the bookshelves that lined the sitting room walls. The stunned wizard slid to the floor as the Potions Master walked up to him, grabbed his wand and flung it across the room. Then he reached down and grabbed Draco by the throat, dragging him to his feet. He drew the shaken young wizard close to his face.
"Don't send a house elf to do a wizard's job," he purred at Draco, then dragged him across the sitting room and flung him into the armchair facing the fireplace. Severus took the other chair next to him, his black eyes resting on the blonde wizard, glittering intently. He didn't say anything, simply looked at Draco.
As soon as Draco found his voice he said, "How dare you! How dare you enter my father's house, you filthy, mud-blood loving cretin! You murdered my father for that little whore you're bedding. My father was a pureblood. He was worth a thousand mudbloods!"
"I killed your father in a fair fight for tampering with what belonged to me. He had no right to touch Hermione, Draco. She wasn't willing. He was going to kill her if she didn't escape him," Snape responded.
"Even if he did kill her…it would have meant nothing. She's nothing!" Draco said vehemently.
Severus leaned forward in his chair.
"She is my wife, Draco. That makes her something to me. Something I would kill to protect. I already have and I will do so again if I must," he said, trying to scare the wizard. Draco screwed up his face defiantly.
"The Dark Lord won't let you kill me, Professor. He needs my resources," the young wizard said. Severus scowled. Draco did realize his importance to the Dark Lord. Oh well, there was more than one way to get his point across.
"The Dark Lord informed me you wish to harm my wife," Severus said, his voice going low. "I don't take kindly to threats being made against her, Draco. Not at all."
"And I bet the Dark Lord told you not to harm me too," Draco said, his voice sounding victorious.
"No, he told me not to kill you," Severus replied evenly.
Then the Potions Master leapt up from his chair, grabbed Draco and proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp, throwing him around the setting room, upsetting the furniture and breaking expensive vases and glassware in the process as he pummeled the young wizard.
"You want to act the man, Draco. I will treat you like one," Severus growled, holding the young wizard against the fireplace brick and slamming his fist into Draco's face several times, breaking his jaw and his nose, swelling his handsome face until it was unrecognizable. Then he went to work on his body, cracking several ribs. His pale hands were covered in blood when he was finished with the wizard. He let him fall to the floor. Draco was still conscious but barely able to move. He had never known such pain.
"Now you hear me, and hear me well, Draco Malfoy. I will return here and beat you senseless any time I even think you have designs on my wife. You will not be able to stop me. The Dark Lord told you to leave her be, and told me not to kill you…but I can make you suffer until you wish I'd kill you. It would be best if you just accept the loss of your father, Draco, and move on with living your life. Forget about avenging him. Your life will be much less painful that way. You come near my wife, and I can assure you the pain you feel now is nothing, nothing to what I can do to you. The Dark Lord is not the only Master of torture. Do you understand me?" Severus breathed down at the broken, bleeding young wizard.
Draco groaned, his mouth full of blood and broken teeth.
"Good. I bid you good night then, Lord Malfoy," Severus said, straightening. "Oh, and don't concern yourself. I can show myself out."
The Potions Master strode out of the study and down the main hall to the front door. He approached the stunned house elf and paused. The creature looked up at him fearfully.
"Your Master is in need of medical help. Go attend him," Severus said, then continued up the hall, opened the main door and exited. The elf heard a thunder crack as the Potions Master disapparated. The creature rose unsteadily. Severus had hit it with a powerful stunner blast the moment the elf approached him. The Potions Master was well aware how powerful the magic of house elves was and wasn't about to give it a chance to use its powers on him.
The elf walked into the study and looked down on the broken body of Draco. It smiled and took its time attending him, making the most painful repairs first.
Severus apparated directly to his bedroom in Hogwarts and walked into the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands. He scowled as he did so. He would have rather killed Draco and removed his threat once and for all. Beating him had brought some satisfaction, but his death would have been much more expedient, a more permanent solution. He wasn't sure if Draco had his father's insane drive when it came to getting people back. Lucius could hold a grudge for years. Severus had been unaware of what had happened with Narcissa. True, he had taken the witch around the world when she accepted him. He had only shagged her because she was Lucius' trophy wife, and Lucius was such a bragging prat.
The wizard hadn't believed that Severus could make any kind of impression on his wife that he wouldn't be able to wipe away. He had been wrong. But Severus never intended to make the witch fall in love with him. Most women simply thanked him for the great sex and moved on. Not Narcissa. Well, that wasn't his fault, and certainly no reason for Lucius to target his wife. But target her he did. And the wizard paid the price for it. Now his son wanted to follow in his footsteps.
Severus snarled as he thought about it. If Draco didn't get the message, Dark Lord's protection or not, Severus would make the wizard disappear, scattering his body parts so far and so wide over the wizarding world that no one would ever find them all. He could hide his deed from Voldemort if he had to. Nobody fucked with what was his. Particularly Hermione. She was his one true joy in this rotten world. No one would take her from him.
The Potions Master dried his hands and walked to his study to pour himself a drink. It had been quite a productive evening.
Hermione breezed through her first year of university with excellent grades, and had shown quite an aptitude for spell making. She found herself once again the darling of her Professors, and a target for others jealous of her brilliance. She took it all in stride however. Hermione was used to being alone, and didn't require a large circle of friends for support. She still had her friends from Hogwarts, and of course there was Severus, who was very supportive of her.
She was out of university for the summer, but spent most of her time reading up on the next year's work and getting an early start on it. She found spell making fascinating and loved her studies. She had secretly made a few spells already that were quite interesting. Of course what she was doing was illegal, she didn't even have her certification yet to dabble in spells creation, but when did anything like rules and legality stop her from pursuing what she wanted? She would have the required licensing at the end of her next term.
Hermione was very interested in spell dissolution, which was breaking spells down to their separate components for study, research and realignment. With a bit of tweaking, a spell could be changed by one component and used to accomplish something completely different than its original purpose. She felt this ability would help her and Severus in their work against Voldemort in the future.
Severus was on an ingredient-gathering mission for the day, having apparated to some secret area to find rare herbs for his stores. Potions Masters guarded their harvesting places as carefully as rednecks protected their best fishing holes. Severus never took anyone with him when he went gathering, and even took pains to place an anti-tracing spell on himself to insure no one could follow or discern where he had gone. Hermione thought it was all very cloak and dagger, but Severus was very serious about protecting his supplies.
Hermione was curled up in the armchair in front of the fireplace when she heard a knock on the Potions office door. Ever since Lucius had pushed his way in, Hermione was extremely careful about how she met visitors. She walked to her rooms entrance and opened it, going to her private entrance and cracking the door, peering out to see who was in front of the Potions office. It was a witch, someone she had never seen before. She was dark-haired and small of stature, and wore a yellow sundress. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She looked a little nervous. Hermione wondered who she could be.
Hermione quietly closed her door and walked back through her rooms and closed the entrance. Then she left the study and answered the Potions door, opening it wide.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked the woman.
"Ah, yes. My name is Denise Burgess. I was wondering if Professor Snape was in," the woman replied, looking Hermione over a little.
She had very blue eyes, and was an attractive woman, a little heavier than Hermione but the same height.
"No, he's not, but maybe I could help you?" Hermione asked her, curious about what the witch could want with her husband. Maybe she was a fellow teacher? Hermione doubted it. She didn't look like a teacher. "Would you like to come in? Maybe have a glass of pumpkin juice?"
"That sounds lovely. It's a dreadfully hot day outside, though it is much cooler down here," the woman responded, entering the Potions office. Hermione led her through the study and opened her rooms.
"Oh, this is new," the woman commented, following Hermione in and looking around.
"Oh, are you familiar with the Professor's rooms?" Hermione asked, now knowing that the woman was no teacher for sure.
"Yes," the witch replied, looking at Hermione with interest. "Quite familiar."
Hermione led her to the kitchen and drew out a chair. Denise sat down as Hermione got out two glasses, and poured some pumpkin juice into them. She brought the drinks over to the table and handed one to Denise. She then sat down across from her. Denise took a long drink, then smiled appreciatively.
"Thank you," she said, "I was so thirsty."
"You're welcome," Hermione replied shortly, trying to figure out how to ask the woman who she was to Severus without seeming rude.
Denise's blue eyes swept over Hermione, who was dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looked younger than what she was today.
"Are you the Professor's daughter?" Denise asked her
Hermione fought back a grin. Technically, she was young enough to be Severus' daughter if he had fathered her at age eighteen or so. The woman was in for a shock
"No, actually I'm his wife," Hermione replied watching for the witch's reaction. She got one.
The woman stared at her for a moment, unable to speak, then she flushed bright red, and went to rise from the table.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't realize he had married. That explains a lot," she said, "I'll just be going now."
"Wait," Hermione said, "Sit down. You don't have to rush off. Friends of my husband are more than welcome to visit."
Denise looked at her, not taking her seat again.
"Um, your husband and I were more than friends, Mrs. Snape," she said softly. Her eyes took on a rather heated look. Then she caught herself. "My being here is quite inappropriate under the circumstances. I don't think he would be pleased to see me."
"He won't be back for hours. Please stay a few minutes. I'm…I'm rather curious. I've never met anyone who was involved with my husband before. I'd like to talk to you," Hermione said earnestly. She might never have an opportunity like this again. "A little girl talk, perhaps? I could break out some wine."
Denise's eyes swept over Hermione again. She didn't look like the jealous type. Denise was curious about the witch too. The Professor did not seem like the marrying type. How did this young witch land him? She couldn't be more than twenty years old. The witch sat back down.
"Some wine sounds lovely," she said, smiling at Hermione.
Hermione excused herself and raid Severus' liquor cabinet. She brought back a huge bottle of wine and rejoined the witch at her table. She remembered Severus telling her about the woman he would have anal sex with. She bet this was her.
She got another two glasses and poured them both a liberal amount of wine. They began to talk. Hermione found out that Denise had met Severus at the Three Broomsticks one night when she was in a very lonely and sad mood, having recently ended a relationship. The Professor had watched her for a long while from his table, then came over and asked if he could join her. They shared a few drinks together, and one thing led to another and they had an encounter.
"We were never actually an 'item', Denise confided, the wine loosening her up. "We were more like occasional lovers. He would come pick me up and bring me here to spend the night with him. He never felt comfortable at my place for some reason. I don't really think we had anything in common other than sex. He didn't seem the kind of man who would give his heart, though he was very passionate," Denise said, flushing a little.
"He is that," Hermione agreed. "Were you aware he had other women?"
"Oh yes," Denise said, "I saw him at the Three Broomsticks with a rather buxom blonde a couple of times. But that was all right. He told me about her, and two other women he saw on occasion. He had very specialized tastes it seems," the witch said wistfully before looking at Hermione.
"Is he still involved with any of them?" Denise asked her.
"When we first married he was, but he soon stopped seeing them," Hermione replied. "As far as I know there is only me."
And the women Voldemort made him have sex with. But she and Severus didn't discuss that. He had to do what he had to do to stay in the Dark Lord's good graces. Hermione knew this when she agreed to remain married to him.
"I see. I guess he finally found the whole package," Denise said, eyeing Hermione speculatively.
"Well, not the whole package yet," Hermione said, pouring Denise and herself more wine. She was getting a bit of a buzz. "There's a part of the package that hasn't been unwrapped yet."
Denise looked at her a moment, a bit wide-eyed. Then she understood.
"Ah. I guess you know what he and I used to do then," Denise said. The wine had her buzzed too, so she didn't blush but looked at Hermione frankly.
"Yes," Hermione said, "He said you had a preference for it. That you didn't do anything else."
"He told you the truth," Denise said, "Anal sex is all I do. I don't know why that is but that's how it's always been since the first time it was done to me. And I was coming to see the Professor because…" she faltered.
"Because you were hoping to have an encounter with him," Hermione finished for her.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I really didn't know he was married. He hadn't called on me for more than a year, and I finally decided to come see him. He is…was something special in the sex department," she said quietly.
Hermione felt a little bad for the witch. She obviously still had it bad for Severus. But he was her husband now. So she'd have to find somebody else to plug her.
"How did you take him?" Hermione blurted out, "He's so big. Didn't he hurt you?"
Denise gave a little half-smile.
"Sometimes, but it was a good hurt," she replied, "Sometimes pain brings the pleasure."
"He says that all the time," Hermione said. She knew what Denise was talking about as far as pain bringing pleasure when it came to Severus. He was so intense he made everything feel good.
"So I guess you haven't experienced him that way yet," Denise said.
"No," Hermione replied, "And I'm not really looking forward to it."
"I know this is going to sound cliché, but don't knock it 'till you try it," the witch said. "He knows how to make a woman feel good."
Denise swallowed.
"You know, I think it's time for me to go," she said rather thickly. Hermione was sure it wasn't all wine that made her sound like that. She watched as the witch rose, and rose too.
"All right, Denise. I'll tell him you came by," Hermione said, wondering how Severus would react to that.
"No, don't," Denise said. "I'd rather leave it like this. With him not knowing I came looking for him. He's moved on. I have to too."
Hermione nodded.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," Hermione said, walking her to the door and opening it. Denise walked through. She turned to Hermione.
"I feel the same," she said, then "You're a lucky young witch to have a wizard like that. I hope you appreciate how special he is."
"I do," Hermione said.
Denise looked at her and gave her a sad smile. Then she left without another word.
Hermione closed the door and returned to her rooms. Meeting Denise had been very interesting and strangely reassuring.
Draco Malfoy sat in the Hog's Head Inn nursing a firewhiskey, his hood drawn over his head. Every time the door opened and someone entered, his ice-blue eyes looked at him or her speculatively. He was meeting two wizards here, recommended to him by Theodore Knotts. He said they were wizards who could be trusted…if given enough galleons.
Theodore had explained his situation to the two wizards, and they agreed to meet him. Draco patted his robes pocket, feeling the sack of galleons he held there. A rather large down payment for a very important job.
Suddenly Draco was aware of being flanked by two wizards. Both had masks drawn over the bottom of their faces. They wore light summer robes. There was a distinctly unsavory aura about them. Something dangerous.
"Lord Malfoy?" one wizard said in a gruff voice.
"Yes," Draco replied. The wizard had small, mean eyes. They were black with a slight rheumy blue around them. Heavy brows rested above them. The brows were set as if in a perpetual scowl. Both wizards sat down and the one who spoke cast a silencing charm around them.
"I'm Wayne, and this here's Dwayne," the wizard said, gesturing to the other masked wizard, who nodded. He had rather intense, glazed green eyes. They looked a bit mad really. Thin blonde eyebrows topped them, raised inquisitively. Draco knew these weren't their real names. It didn't matter as long as they could do what Theodore said they could do.
"Theodore tells us you have a bit of work for us. A couple," Wayne said, his mean little eyes staring into Draco's intensely. Yes, there was what he was looking for…hate. He didn't work for people who didn't have hate in their eyes. They would usually try to change their minds and not pay. Then it became a nastier business then it already was.
"Yes. But they're not easy to reach. And the wizard is very dangerous," Draco said.
"Nobody's out of me and Dwayne's reach, and even the most dangerous wizard can be taken out," Wayne replied. "We're cleaners. We do it neat and right."
Draco reached in his pocket and took out two photos, cut from last year's Hogwarts yearbook. One was a picture of Professor Snape, scowling horribly. The other was of Hermione, who was smiling broadly.
"She's a pretty piece," Wayne commented, passed Hermione's picture to Dwayne, who studied it intensely, then nodded his head vigorously, looking at Wayne excitedly. Wayne studied Severus' picture.
"He looks like a fucking vampire," he commented, looking up at Draco, "Vampires is more."
Draco scowled. "I assure you, he's not a vampire. He's an ordinary wizard. Very dangerous though. I want him dead…but I want his wife brutalized before she's killed. And him to see it happen to her. I want her killed first, then him so he can feel what it's like to lose somebody he cares about. "
Wayne looked at him consideringly, as Dwayne nodded enthusiastically at Draco's request, looking down at Hermione's picture again, his wild green eyes glazing over with lust.
"You don't like them much, do you?" he said.
"No, they are responsible for my father's death," Draco snarled vehemently. Wayne looked at him speculatively.
"All right. We'll take it on," he said shortly.
"I can't afford to let anyone find out I'm behind this," Draco said.
"No worries. We take a Wizard's Oath of Silence when we take a job. They couldn't get the information out of us if they gave us a gallon of veritasserum. That's if they caught us. And we ain't been caught yet, have we Dwayne?" The green-eyed wizard shook his head.
"Doesn't he ever talk?" Draco asked looking at the wild-eyed wizard. Dwayne looked at him, his green eyes suddenly going frighteningly cold. Draco could tell this was a man that enjoyed giving pain.
"Only to his victims," Wayne replied with a little laugh. "He likes to gloat before he rapes or kills them. Only thing worth saying he says."
Dwayne nodded enthusiastically again, his eyes on Draco this time.
"So, are we in, or not?" Wayne asked the young wizard.
Draco passed Wayne the bag of galleons under the table. The moment he did, he felt a powerful surge of magic around them. The Wizard's Oath of Silence took hold.
"We're in," he said, "When can you do it?"
"Now that depends on how soon we can get at them. It can be as soon as a day or as long as a year, but we'll get them. Believe that," Wayne said, hefting the bag a little. "This here will help us along a bit. Sometimes we have to draw them out. That requires galleons. The balance will be our pay."
"I want photos of them dead," Draco said.
"No. You'll get a pensieve of it. You get caught with it, it's your ass," Wayne said.
Draco smiled. That would be even better. He'd get to see everything.
"Make sure to really brutalize her. Make her scream," Draco hissed. "I want her to suffer."
"No worries. Dwayne here always makes them scream," Wayne assured him, "We'll be in contact when the job is done."
"Excellent," Draco replied, smiling at the pair evilly. Both rose and left the inn.
Draco sat back in his chair feeling everything would be all right.
Both Severus and Hermione would pay for their crimes against the House of Malfoy, and his father would be avenged.
And best of all, he would be in the clear.
Hermione was in Severus' lab, putting the finishing touches on her latest illegal project. She had been reading about wand making, and created her own design. The witch had managed to get the dragon heartstring coiled to the right size and sunk it through the wood, then said the incantation that would activate it. Her new wand glowed golden, and she smiled.
At that moment, Severus walked in, and she jumped guiltily.
Severus stopped, narrowed his eyes at her and folded his arms.
"What are you up to, Hermione?" he asked her.
"Nothing, really," she replied, trying to slide her creation out of his line of sight.
Severus walked toward her.
"It had been my experience, Hermione, to find that when you say you are up to 'nothing really' you are in fact up to 'something really'", the Potions Master said, gliding to her side and looking down at the countertop. He scowled and picked up a small wooden object.
"What is this?" he asked her, turning the circle over in his hand.
"A ring," she said, trying to get it from him. He held it up out of reach.
"Not a very decorative ring. It's just a wood band," he said, looking at it closer. "With a single point."
"Give it here, Severus, and I'll show you what it does…if it works," Hermione said.
Severus handed the ring to her, and watched her slip it over her finger.
Hermione looked around the lab with her brow furrowed. Her eyes fell on a book lying on his desk. She pointed the ring at it.
"Wingardium Leviosa" she said. The book rose in the air. Severus' eyebrows went up.
"It's a wand?" he asked her.
"Yes," Hermione said, smiling a little.
Severus took her hand and examined the ring again.
"You made this?" he asked her.
"Yes, it's a project we'll be doing next term. I just tried it out now," she said.
"You were going to make ring wands?" he asked her.
"No. Regular wands. I just wanted to do something different," she said.
"A ring wand could be very handy," Severus said thoughtfully, "Less chance of losing it, and it would always be on hand."
He looked at his wife.
"You should market this," he said. Severus always had a good eye for things that would make money. "Your residuals would be excellent."
"You really think so, Severus?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, studying the ring some more. "I will contact my solicitor tomorrow."
Hermione smiled broadly. Her first creation. Then she scowled.
"But I don't have a proper license, Severus. I wasn't supposed to make this," she said.
Severus gave her a small grin. "That's what a solicitor is for. He'll find a way to get around that, don't worry."
Hermione spent the next two hours testing different spells with the ring, with Severus looking on. Every one of them worked. She looked at the wooden ring thoughtfully.
"I think coiling the dragonstring increased its power somehow. I'll have to look into that," she said, her eyes taking on the familiar glow they did when she was on to something intellectually stimulating. Severus studied her face. It was amazing how close the glow was to a look of total lust.
The summer months were fast coming to a close, and Hermione was making ready to return to university. The closer her departure time came, the more ardent her husband became. Hermione had to literally run from the bedroom to get away from him. As far as Severus was concerned, he was shoring up for the nights he'd be without her.
Hermione suggested that they go to the Three Broomsticks for dinner and drinks her last night home. It took some cajoling, but she pointed out to Severus that he never took her anywhere. It was true. Severus hadn't been to the Three Broomsticks since the last unfortunate night with Catherine. He agreed to take Hermione out, but hoped that he didn't run into any of his old paramours. He didn't leave either Catherine or Sheena on good terms. Sheena could get particularly ugly. But his wife deserved to go out.
Hermione wore a white sundress, white sandals and a white flower in her hair. She looked so virginal that Severus was tempted to deflower her all over again, and told her so. Hermione laughed and told him she would play virgin for him when they came back from dinner. The couple left the castle and walked over the grounds arm in arm, exited the gates and apparated for Hogsmeade.
Madame Rosmerta was delighted to see them. Well, to see Hermione anyway. Severus simply glowered a greeting at her and escorted his wife to a table. He looked around at all the wizards eyeing his wife with a grimace, yet also with a sense of pride, knowing he was a very envied wizard to have such a beautiful witch on his arm. Hermione looked absolutely delicious, and any wizard there would probably give his right nut to have a go with her. If any dared approach her, they would probably lose that nut too, if Severus had anything to say about it.
They ordered some before dinner drinks and perused the menu.
"The pheasant sounds good," Hermione said.
"Yes, if they've properly removed all the quills," Severus snorted.
"Severus! The food here is excellent. You know that," Hermione chided him.
But she didn't order the pheasant. She went with a t-bone steak with baby potatoes and asparagus. Severus ordered the same thing. Hermione was right about the food however. It was delicious. Rosmerta hired some musicians to play during the evening meal and the couple had a wonderful time, drinking, talking and enjoying each other's company. Severus' eyes swept over his wife appreciatively as she grew more animated, plied with the wine…and more affectionate too, placing her hand on his arm, leaning in, twirling his silky hair on her finger, and stealing a kiss here or there. Normally, he didn't go for such public displays of affection, but she was leaving tomorrow morning, so he accepted her kisses, flirting and embraces rather stoically, a hint of a smile on his face. He was starting to think he might want to book a room and take her up there. When he asked her would she like to go, she gave him a sexy smile.
Severus called Rosmerta over and gave her some coin, and asked for a room as Hermione giggled. She was pretty buzzed. Rosmerta came back with a key and slipped it to Severus. He decided to have one more glass of wine before they went upstairs. No one noticed the two wizards walking up the stairwell to the rooms above.
Severus swept Hermione up from the inn table in his arms, not caring who was watching, and carried the laughing struggling witch up the stairs. Hermione wrapped her arms around the Potions Masters neck and nibbled his jaw line, eliciting a deep growl from him. He'd see how long she'd be laughing once her got her out of that dress, if he didn't just wrap it around her waist. He fumbled in his pocket for the key, and opened the door, walking in. He set Hermione down and waved on the torches.
"Hello there, Professor," said a gruff voice.
Severus heard Hermione scream, then everything went black.
Severus awoke in a haze of pain. He couldn't move. The room came into focus and he was aware of Hermione shrieking. They were in some ratty little room, reminiscent of the cheap hotel flats available in Knockturn alley. There was a bed, a chair and a dresser. Nothing else. It smelled of old booze and sex.
"Come around have you, Professor?" Wayne said.
The wizard was still in his half mask, standing next to Severus. The Potions Master looked around and his gaze froze when he saw Hermione wrestling with Dwayne, who was pressing her against the wall with his body, brandishing a knife at her, while running his hands over her body. Severus couldn't move a finger. He felt his chest burning with rage as the wizard ground up against his wife, showing her the knife whenever she got too rambunctious.
Hey Dwayne, he's up! Now you can start the show for real," Wayne said. The green-eyed wizard looked back at Severus and stepped away from Hermione. Severus could see she had a bruise on the side of her face.
"You've made some enemies, Professor. You and your delicious little wife here. First you get to see a little show staring your wife and Dwayne here, then you get to see her die. But don't worry, you'll be following her," Wayne said. "It's just business, nothing personal. Go ahead, Dwayne. Go to work on her."
Hermione screamed as the wizard lowered his mask and pounced on her, fondling her body in earnest now. He smelled of sour milk and old liquor as he squeezed himself between her thighs, and gripped her breasts.
"I been wanting to plug you every since I saw your picture," Dwayne said to her as he tried to kiss her. Hermione kicked and scratched at him, but he laughed and pinned her arms to the wall, grinding his erection against her and sucking on her throat. Hermione screamed as if he were killing her. Dwayne brought the point of his blade to her throat and his green eyes went ugly.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he snarled at her and pricked her with the knife.
Severus' eyes went red with hatred as he watched Dwayne cut his wife, blood trailing down her throat. Hermione went silent but her eyes were glazed with horror as the wizard released her wrists and his grubby hand groped between her thighs, seeking her core. He found it and Hermione buckled, wanting to scream that he was even touching her. Tears started falling from her eyes as they met Severus'. His black eyes were full of despair as he watched another man touching and brutalizing his wife.
"You're gonna be a dry shag I guess," Dwayne breathed at Hermione, tearing her knickers away and fumbling with his pants. "A dry shag against the wall."
Hermione pushed at him ineffectively as he panted against her. She looked at her wedding ring, then her eyes widened as they slid over to the wooden ring on her other hand. Her wand ring!
Hermione pointed it at Severus and whispered a spell to release him as Dwayne pulled out his tool.
Severus instantly felt the binding spell lift. He raised his hands and hit Wayne with a binding spell. The wizard managed to shout before being bound. Dwayne looked back and saw Severus charging for him, and drove his blade under Hermione's ribs before the Potions Master could reach them. Hermione screamed and slumped, an ever-widening circle of blood rapidly staining her white dress. Severus roared and flung Dwayne away from her, hitting him with a binding spell as well.
"Hermione!" he cried grabbing her limp body up. Blood poured down her legs and pooled on the floor "Don't die! Don't die! Hold on!"
Clutching her close, Severus disapparated.
Severus apparated directly to his rooms, clutching Hermione and running through the study. He cursed the door for opening so slowly and ran with her to his lab. She was so pale, and her breathing was slowing. Droplets of blood trailed behind her, and his robes were soaked with her spilling fluids. Severus pushed everything off the counter and laid her on it, his eyes wild. He quickly ran to his stores and blasted a hole in the door. He grabbed a black bottle and ran with it back to her. He uncorked in and poured it into her mouth. But she wasn't swallowing.
"Come on, Hermione…come on love. Swallow!" he cried, stroking her throat, trying to stimulate her.
She swallowed.
Severus watched his wife as her color returned. He tore her dress and looked at the nasty gash, watching as the gore receded, and the gash closed like a zipper, the thin line vanishing. Hermione opened her eyes. Severus sighed in relief.
"Severus?" Hermione said, raising herself up on his elbows. "What happened?"
The Potions Master grabbed her up and hugged her so tightly he threatened to crush her ribs.
"Severus. I….can't….breathe!" Hermione croaked against him.
He released her and kissed her soundly.
Hermione looked down at her blood-soaked dress.
"He tried to kill me," she said quietly. Severus' nostrils flared.
"Yes he did," the Potions Master said through gritted teeth. "He would have succeeded too, if not for the elixir I made from your blood."
The Potions Master's eyes went cold, as he pulled Hermione off the counter.
"Come on, wife," he said, stalking through the labs and pulling Hermione behind him into the study. Hermione watched as Severus went to a section of books and waved his hand. A false front opened, and he took out a bundle. He brought it over to his desk and untied the leather thong around it, unfolding the crimson fabric around it. Inside the bundle was an assortment of wicked looking knifes. Curved ones, thin ones, large ones. Some had jagged blades, others were serrated. All looked horrible. Severus' black eyes washed over them with grim satisfaction. He closed the bundle up and retied it.
He picked the bundle of blades up and turned to Hermione, a look on his face that she had never seen before. It frightened her.
"You change your clothes, shower, then rest. I will be back in a few hours," he said, kissing her on the mouth. The Potions Master stared at her for a few moments, then disapparated.
Wayne and Dwayne lay on the floor of the ratty hotel room, unable to move. Wayne couldn't understand why the Potions Master didn't blast them both to hell. Obviously he was very powerful. He could do wandless magic. He looked at the pool of blood on the floor by the wall Dwayne had Hermione pressed against. The witch had to be dead at least. Well, the spell would wear off sooner or later, and they could get out of there. At least they could get half pay.
Suddenly there was a crack of thunder. Wayne looked up to see the pale Potions Master standing in the room, his black eyes expressionless as he looked first at Dwayne, then at him. The wizard had a bundle in his hand. He set it down on the small table next to the bed. He reached down and hauled Dwayne up, slinging him onto the bed. The green-eyed wizard looked up at him, as Severus began to unbutton his bloody robes.
Both wizards watched as Severus removed his robes, then his white shirt stained with Hermione's blood and laid them neatly on the chair. There was even blood on his pale, muscled chest. Shirtless, he walked over to the bundle, untied it and spread it open. The dark wizard then turned and looked at the wizard lying helpless on the bed.
"It would have been better for you to have killed me first, than let me witness you abusing my wife," he said as he picked up a large knife with a jagged blade and twisted it in front of the wizard's face. Then he cast a silencing charm on the room.
He looked at both wizards.
"I don't know who hired you two, and more than likely you've taken an Oath so I can't get it out of you, but I have my suspicions. I'm sure you weren't paid enough for this job," he said quietly.
Severus put the jagged knife down and picked up one that looked more like a dagger. He began to saw at Dwayne's robes, cutting them open and peeling them back. He did the same to his shirt, cutting down the arms as well so his entire chest area was exposed. The Potions Master did the same to the wizard's trousers, exposing his entire lower body so he lay bound and nude on the bed. He left the mask around his neck. Severus made a pass over the bed and four manacles appeared, attached to the metal bed frame and clamped around Dwayne's wrists and ankles, magically stretching him out. Severus removed the binding spell.
Dwayne struggled against the restraints.
"You stabbed my wife," Severus breathed, "And I'm going to kill you for that. Slowly. Plus, you tried to rape my wife. I am going to fillet your wand for that. It will look like a peeled banana when I'm done with it. Then I am going to perform an early autopsy on you. Unfortunately, you will be alive when I do it. I know how to keep you alive."
Severus turned to look at Wayne.
"You'll be next. Expect the same treatment. It will be worse for you, because you will witness his suffering, hear his screams for mercy. I will let you know right now, I have no mercy, particularly since you attempted to relieve me of the only good thing I have in this world. Every scream will be like music to me."
His black eyes drifted from one masked wizard to the other, his black eyes glittering.
" I notice you both are fond of masks. I assure you, your anonymity will be protected. No one will know who you are when I am finished with you. There will be nothing recognizable."
Severus gave Wayne a grim smile.
"Oh, and just to let you know, this is personal, nothing business," he said silkily.
The Potions Master picked up a long thin blade, bent over Dwayne's loins and started to go to work, enjoying the wizard's opening strains.
POSTED ON FRONT PAGE OF THE DAILY PROPHET: MORNING EDITION
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Gagging Aurors Stagger from Hotel Room after Grisly Discovery
Photo by Bozo Baggins
WORST DOUBLE HOMICIDE IN KNOCKTURN ALLEY HISTORY
Two horribly mutilated male bodies were discovered at the "Easy Does It" hotel located in Knockturn Alley, an establishment known to cater to deatheaters, prostitutes and other unsavory clientele.
According to authorities, the bodies had been methodically dissected and quartered. In addition, the flesh of each body was removed in two whole pieces, and the internal organs left piled neatly on the floor of the room.
Authorities believe the crime might be ritualistic or sexually motivated due to the condition of the sexual organs, which were described by one Auror as being "peeled like bananas" Preliminary examination suggests the two men were alive when the mutilations occurred.
The identity of the two wizards has not yet been discovered. There are currently no leads to the perpetrator. Authorities are asking that anyone who has any information concerning this crime, contact the Ministry immediately.
Severus folded the morning paper, smirked and sipped his coffee. Hermione had left for university an hour ago. Finished with breakfast, Severus left Hermione's rooms, walked into his study, went to a shelf and retrieved a small pensieve. He carried the bowl to his armchair and sat down, placing it in his lap. With one long finger, he added several silver strands of memory to the bowl, then doctored them to be suitable for one-time viewing. He also placed a binding spell that would end when the viewing was over. The Potions Master then placed a light containment spell over the contents so they wouldn't spill, carried the pensieve over to his desk, took out a small sack and placed it inside, tying the bag shut securely.
Whistling, he left his rooms and headed up to the owlery.
When Draco first read the headline of the Daily Prophet, his heart leaped, thinking Wayne and Dwayne had been successful in killing the Professor and his wife. He was sadly disappointed. Still the crime was admirably gruesome. There was an artist someplace in the wizarding world.
The blonde wizard finished his brunch, wiped his mouth, rose and stretched. What devilment could he get into today? Maybe a visit to the brothel. There was a new girl there who worked magic with her mouth on his wand, and could take a lot of punishment. She was still fresh too. Draco was thinking of buying her contract and keeping her at the Manor for his private use. He would treat her relatively well as long as she continued to please him. Narcissa had been hinting at him marrying, but he wasn't ready to be tied down yet. He saw how miserable his father's marriage had been, and wasn't anxious to follow in his footsteps. His father. How he missed him.
There was a knock on the sitting room door.
"Come in," Draco called. The door opened and a house elf entered, holding a bag up, its eyes on the floor as it offered it to the wizard.
"What's this?" Draco asked, not reaching for the bag.
"A package for the Master, sir. Delivered by an owl, sir," the elf replied trembling slightly.
Draco took the bag, and the elf bowed, then scampered from the room.
Draco looked the bag over and walked to his father's desk. He sat down and pulled out his wand, checking to see if the contents were harmful. It wasn't. Draco untied the bag and pulled out the contents. It was a pensieve. Wayne and Dwayne! They must have been successful.
With a broad smile on his face, Draco quickly removed the containment seal and stuck his finger into the bowl, prepared to see the death of his father's murderers. He was very unprepared for what he saw.
He was in a ratty motel room. Dwayne was strapped to a bed and naked. A black cloud bent over him. All Draco could make out about it was that it held a knife. Dwayne screamed as the cloud cut into his penis. Draco felt bile rising as blood spurted everywhere. He tried to withdraw from the pensieve but found that he couldn't. Then he tried to turn away from the butchery occurring in front of him. He couldn't do that either. He couldn't even close his eyes. Horrified, he vomited several times as he watched the wizard turned into a pile of shuddering flayed flesh and finally cut into pieces. The wizard suffered a long time.
Then Draco had to relive the horror again as Wayne, screaming for mercy was also diced and sliced methodically by the dark cloud.
When the cloud disapparated, a cold voice said, "I know it was you, Draco."
Then the wizard was released, back at his father's desk, covered in vomit.
"Gods," Draco breathed, quaking uncontrollably. He knew that cold voice.
The wizard jumped up, scourgified himself and ran out of the room.
"Mother!" he called, running down the hallway at top speed. He almost slid past her bedroom.
Narcissa was sitting on the side of her bed, knitting. She looked up at her son calmly.
"What is it, Draco?" she asked him.
"Mother! I need the address to Winston's Wizard Security Systems immediately. We need to lock down the Manor!" he panted at her.
Narcissa looked at him, her eyebrows lifted.
"Lock down the Manor? Whatever for?" she questioned.
Draco scowled at her.
"Never mind the fuck why. Find me the fucking address, Mother. I want them here today. Before nightfall," the young wizard said, his ice-blue eyes almost insane with fear.
"Very well, dear," Narcissa said quietly as she rose to fetch the Wizarding Directory. She wondered what kind of mess Draco had gotten himself into this time. He was so much like his father. A magnet for trouble, most of the time trouble of their own making. She leafed through the directory and found the address.
"I want you to go there, Mother, and bring back several technicians and a consultant," Draco said.
His mother's forehead wrinkled, her blue eyes a cross between irritation and curiosity.
"Me? Why me, Draco? You know I'm a homebody," she said.
Because, damn it, I can't leave the Manor…that's fucking why. Now get dressed and get going!" he snarled at her. "Tell them they're going to make a fortune if they get here this afternoon."
Narcissa sighed. He was the Lord of the Manor, disrespectful as he was. She had to obey him.
"All right, Draco. Give me some privacy so I can get dressed," she said.
Draco reluctantly left her room and stood outside her door pacing. If the Professor knew it was him who sent the assassins, then he would most likely come back to beat him some more. Draco knew it was Severus who mutilated the two wizards. They must have done something to him and Hermione, but failed to bring it to the desired close, and the Potions Master got revenge. Shit.
Draco realized his error. He was the only one who Severus knew wanted to punish him and his wife. He should have told the wizards to stage the deaths and make them look like accidents. That way if the Professor and his mudblood wife had got away, they would have thought they escaped an unfortunate event. Too late now. All he could do was try to protect himself. He'd have to stay close to the Manor from here on out. The Potions Master could be waiting for him anywhere.
In a matter of weeks Draco Malfoy became a recluse. He no longer left the Manor and would not see visitors himself, sending his mother to meet with others while he sat in the sitting room surrounded by sneakerscopes, detectors, foe mirrors and other devices meant to forewarn him of the approach of enemies. He watched them endlessly, his fear of the Potions Master spiraling him slowly down into madness. He started at sounds and jerked in horror at shadows.
The house elves began to get back a little of their own, tormenting their Master by rustling curtains and creating noises and darting past him, disillusioning themselves so he could not tell what had passed him. Draco soon stopped caring for his looks, growing a scruffy beard, allowing his white-blonde hair to lengthen and mat up. He wouldn't let his mother attend him at all, and drank firewhiskey for a good part of the day. He began to have conversations with his dead father and others he had known as a student at Hogwarts. When the Dark Lord summoned him, he didn't go, no matter the pain the wizard sent his way via the Mark
Finally, Voldemort sent a contingent of deatheaters to the Manor to find out what was happening with Lucius' heir. The deatheaters barreled past Narcissa and entered the sitting room, finding Draco wide-eyed and babbling among his detectors. He screamed when he saw them, and fled under his father's desk, his arms wrapped around his legs and rocking himself, staring dazedly into space, saying "he's finally come for me" over and over. The deatheaters looked at the crazed wizard shaking their heads. Even they could see he had gone mad.
The Dark Lord made arrangements with Narcissa to continue to send his tribute monthly in exchange for Draco's and her own life. As long as he received a portion of their resources they were safe from his wrath. Actually, the Dark Lord thought it was better this way. Draco would have been a lot of work. The boy had been too rebellious. Well, the Dark Lord didn't have to worry about that anymore.
Eventually, news of Draco's condition got back to Severus, who was quite satisfied with the way things turned out. Draco no longer had the ability to be a threat to him or his wife. The pensieve had done its job as he suspected it would. The boy had been too pampered and spoiled. He had no true strength of character. Severus knew his fear would consume him, and it had.
Hermione completed her second year of university and received the necessary licensing and certification in order to begin creating small spells on her own. She was ecstatic, and she and Severus celebrated by having a night on the town. Since the night at the Three Broomsticks with his wife, Severus had taken to going out with her more often. They would go to dinners, shows, seminars, whatever caught her attention. He would even travel to muggle London for her.
One evening, Hermione took Severus to a small, dark little bar on the lower east side to something called a "poetry slam". Severus watched as muggle after muggle walked on the stage, reciting and acting out poems they had created. Severus watched, not sure if what he was hearing was actually poetry. Most seemed like monologues to him. There was one young man who recited a twenty-minute diatribe on "shit" while throwing pieces of toilet paper at the audience. After the slam was over, the bar opened the mike to anyone who felt like sharing a poem. Severus' eyes widened as Hermione stood up and mounted the stage. She had to lower the mike since the young muggle who went before her had been about six feet tall. She made a lot of noise while doing it.
Hermione cleared her throat and spoke into the mike. There was a bit of feedback. A muggle in a booth frantically turned some dials and the horrible noise ceased.
Hermione looked out into the darkness. She couldn't see anyone. She tried speaking into the mike again.
"Hi, my name is Hermione Snape, and I have a short little poem I wrote for someone very special to me. I wrote it a long time ago. It's untitled. I hope it isn't too horrible," she said.
Severus looked at his wife. She was lovely. Hermione dropped her head for a moment. The room fell completely silent. Then she raised her head, her eyes staring out across the room, her voice rising and falling with emotion.
We would all fall into blackness,
drowning in that shadow dancing behind
your eyes, if not for your sacrifice.
I will gladly fall into that blackness
to bring light to your dark world,
stoking you with the flame of my body.
With you in that place of darkness,
I will burn like a thousand brilliant suns,
and you will find your solace.
Together in that space of darkness
our bodies entwined - we will raise the fire,
and reclaim our world.
Hermione fell silent. Then the crowd erupted with whistles and applause. Blushing, Hermione left the stage and rejoined her husband, whose black eyes fell on her.
"When did you write that?" he asked her, his voice a bit hoarse.
"The night I came back from my parent's house, when I slept with you in your bed for the first time, and you showed me there was fire between us," she said softly. "I slipped out of bed while you slept. My heart was so full I had to do something. So I wrote the poem."
"You wrote it for me, then?" he asked her, his black eyes glittering at her in the darkness of the bar.
"Of course. Who else would I willingly "fall into darkness" with?" she replied.
Severus stared at her for a moment, and swallowed. He looked like he wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. Finally, the Potions Master grabbed Hermione's hand and rose.
"Let's go home," he said thickly, pulling her behind him. Hoots from the audience followed them as they exited the bar. Even the patrons could tell what was on the Potions Master's mind.
Once outside, with no thought of the muggles surrounding them, Severus pulled Hermione close and kissed her, disapparating, startling everyone with the sudden peal of thunder.
They reappeared in their bedroom, mouths still locked. Severus pulled away from his wife, his dark eyes blazing. He didn't waste anytime removing her clothing and pushing her hungrily into the bed. Hermione was blown away with his ardor as he divestoed his clothing, climbed into the bed and without ceremony, mounted her, thrusting himself deep inside her body. Hermione cried out and arched beneath him, gasping as he stared down at her, his black eyes deeper and more liquid than she had ever seen them before..
"I love you," the Potions Master breathed, his voice quavering with the emotion behind his admission.
Hermione's amber eyes snapped to his, and began to fill with tears. Severus had never told her this before. Lowering his mouth to hers, Severus took his wife slowly and lovingly, wrapping his arms around her, filling her completely, passionately whispering his love for her over and over in soft silken tones. The Potions Master repeatedly pressed himself deeply inside Hermione until he could get no closer, driving out any doubts that he truly and undeniably belonged to her.
Hermione was well into her third year of university, when she bought "The Dress". She and Severus were going to attend an opera, and she wanted to look fantastic for the evening, but more so for her husband. She went to the upscale Twillfit and Tatting's clothing shop and purchased a black sequined evening gown that contained a spell to show off the wearer's curves. The dress looked absolutely delicious on Hermione accentuating her breasts, hips and buttocks in a most flattering way.
When Severus first saw her in the dress, his jaw literally dropped. His wife was always curvaceous, but in that evening gown her feminine charms were definitely off the charts. Her hair was swept up elegantly, teardrop diamonds graced her ears, and she wore black, high-heeled sandals. But it was when Hermione walked away that Severus got an instant erection. Her bottom swayed invitingly, enhanced by the shimmering fabric. He couldn't take his eyes off the plump roundness swishing and gyrating before him. The Potions Master was distracted the entire night, Hermione urging him to catch up when he fell behind her, his black eyes glittering and focused on her behind.
After the opera, they returned home and Severus wasted no time undressing and getting into bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching Hermione remove her gown, her back turned to him, his black eyes glittering as she pulled it over her head and her sheer black knickers came into view. They barely concealed her the luscious curves of her smooth buttocks. He bit his lip as he looked at her, how her lower back swooped to the swell of her cheeks. Hermione picked up her nightgown, about to slip it on.
"Come to bed, Hermione," Severus said rather hoarsely. "Don't put on your nightgown."
It was something in her husband's voice that made Hermione look over her shoulder at him. There was desire in his eyes, but something else as they focused on her body hungrily. She walked toward the bed and as she started to get in he pulled her on top of him, kissing her deeply, his pale hands sliding over her back and buttocks repeatedly, gripping her globes, squeezing and caressing them, growling in the back of his throat as he hardened against her. He knew Hermione was afraid of anal sex, and he had held off as long as was humanly possible. They had been together going on four years now, and he hadn't penetrated her, though he came close on several occasions. But after tonight, he had to have her this way.
Hermione was enjoying his passionate caresses, but noticed his focus. Suddenly, Severus stopped and slid her off of him, his eyes dark as they looked at her.
"I'll be right back," he growled at her, rolling out of the bed and leaving the bedroom. Hermione's belly was rolling. There had been something in his expression that was different. She lay there waiting, wondering what he was doing.
Severus was in his stores getting a colonic for his wife and a lubricant for himself. Tonight Hermione was going to go through another deflowerment, and it would initially be more painful than losing her virginity had been. He wasn't looking forward to putting her through the pain, but gods, he had his needs, and as much as he loved her, he was still a very selfish wizard. His wife would learn to like it. He'd make sure of it.
He returned to the bedroom carrying the vial of colonic and jar of lubricant. Hermione looked up at him as he entered the room, set the lubricant on the night table and sat on the edge of the bed. He offered her the vial.
"Drink this, Hermione," he said.
"What is it, Severus?" she asked him.
"A colonic," he replied, his voice low as he looked at her heatedly.
Hermione swallowed. This was it. She looked at Severus who was watching her closely. Her husband had been more than patient, exceedingly patient. How many wizards would have held off as long as he had? It would be unfair of her to complain, or to deny him. He had told her the first night she was deflowered what he enjoyed sexually, and how as his wife, he expected her to perform the acts he enjoyed. Severus didn't want anal sex often it seemed. Denise had been left alone for sometime, even before he married Hermione. So this might not something he would do to her often. He might like buggering, but obviously he loved intercourse more.
Hermione opened the vial and drank down the contents. It tasted like castor oil. She made a face. Severus smirked at her.
"Not much on taste is it?" he asked her as a tickling, foaming started in her bowels. Hermione squealed and wriggled around the bed, Severus watching her, his eyes twinkling.
"You know," he said, as Hermione bounced around, "there are people addicted to that particular colonic. They use it to give themselves pleasurable sensations."
Hermione had to admit it did feel good in a weird kind of way as the foaming eased and she sat there panting. The fact that it did feel good made her hopeful. Maybe her husband would feel good too.
Severus studied her.
"It was that dress that broke the hippogriff's back, Hermione. Your bottom just looked too good in it for me to deny myself any longer," he said, his eyes sweeping over her. "All of you looked delicious in it, but that bottom. Gods."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"So that's why you kept dropping behind me. To look at my bum," she said accusingly.
"Yes. But I wasn't the only one looking," he replied, scowling a little as he remembered all the wizards drooling over his wife during their entrance and the intermission. He actually stood behind her to cover her assets up from their appreciative eyes. He was so jealous of his wife. Even the idea of another wizard thinking of doing her was enough to put him in a black and dangerous mood.
Hermione looked at him.
"Severus, this is going to hurt more than my deflowerment did, isn't it?" she asked him.
"It could, Hermione, but it doesn't have to. It will be more pressure than anything else. If you fight that and seize up, then yes, it will hurt until I can get all the way inside of you because I'll have to force my way through your muscles. But I will be lubricated, and once you relax, I assure you, I will make it good for you," he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "But you will be willing for me to do it. I will prepare you like I always do."
Severus was very talented at getting her highly aroused, but Hermione thought he might have his work cut out for him this time. She could feel herself tightening up already at the thought of his huge member penetrating her that way. How could that not hurt?
Severus saw the doubt flicker across her face.
"Trust me, wife," he said, sliding into the bed and laying her down. "Trust me."
A/N: Uh oh. Lol. Thanks for reading. More to come.
