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CHAPTER 8
Granger was seated on his couch, eating a banana. She played with the fruit masterfully, licking it tenderly with her tongue and suckling at the tip with her beautifully shaped lips, moaning and savouring every bit of it with her eyes closed in pleasure.
The guttural and unbelievably erotic sound shot another spike through his already painfully erect cock, nearly making it burst in his pants. He fidgeted a bit in his armchair, making her notice him.
Her eyes widened in sudden interest as if she just noticed him being there and she put the banana back on his small coffee table.
So it was over. Too bad for him...
"I think I am in mood for another piece of fruit now," she purred wantonly, eyeing the protruding bulge in his pants and licking her lips.
He swallowed thickly.
She rose and approached him slowly, her hips wiggling and her pussy in his direct line of vision.
She knelt in front of him, giving him a naughty smile as she unzipped his fly, relieving a bit of the tension there.
He watched in wonder as she pulled him out and studied every bit of him raptly, stroking his length tenderly with her warm and smooth hand. She was obviously admiring him.
"Let's see if you taste as good as I think," she murmured dreamily and licked the tip of him, tasting the little drop of precum that had appeared there experimentally.
He groaned, not able to stop himself. Her tongue felt heavenly on him, soft, wet and warm.
She moaned in appreciation and sucked a bit before engulfing his whole length into her mouth, her tongue dancing along the lower side of it. His balls got rock tight and he froze, focusing so that he would not cum immediately although the ecstasy tried to make his eyes cross.
She finished tasting him and he could finally take a breath.
"You are even better than that," she praised him and promptly returned her attention back to the most sensitive part of him that usually remained hidden to everyone, this time playing with his overtight balls, rolling them over her tongue and nipping at them tenderly with her teeth while her hand was stroking him. He never felt anything this good and another deep moan escaped him. He saw her smile impishly at that, happy with herself.
After a while, she switched her hands with her mouth again, moving her sweet mouth up and down along his shaft, her lips tightened just right around him while her tongue danced its magic on him. He gave up his attempts at remaining silent when she swallowed him whole and sucked hard, the sounds of it shooting jolts of excitement through him nearly as much as her mouth did.
Merlin, she was sooo good at this...
He felt his peak nearing, his every fibre in pleasurable fire and about to burst-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
He flinched violently, wide awake in a second as he looked around his bedroom.
A post owl behind his window, demanding to be let in.
Oh fuck, he was going to kill that bird, no matter who was its owner!
Grumpy and with his cock still stubbornly rock hard, he opened the window to collect the letter.
Draco Malfoy was asking for a private meeting, obviously wanting to keep it secret when he addressed the damned owl to his bedroom and not the Great Hall. He crumpled the letter and threw it into the fireplace angrily, deciding to answer later - when he would solve the problem in his pants at the very least.
He headed to the bathroom, intending to have a cold shower and still fuming at both having been awaken when he was and enjoying that damned dream so much.
He hadn't had such an erotic dream in decades. The girl would be the end of him.
Not that it was her fault, he had to admit to himself as he undressed and got in the shower stall. She never even remotely showed any interest of that kind in him - quite the contrary. He never saw her that scared - not even when she was about to get tortured - as when she noticed him staring at her last night, seeing through him enough to know he had been aroused by what he had just witnessed her doing. She even explicitly told him she preferred any kind of torture to sex - furthermore mentioning that if sex was about to take place all the same, she would rather it be with anyone other than him. He must be truly repulsing to her. He should not be using her that way, not even in his dreams. It was unfair to her and unendingly frustrating for him. He stood no chance with her. She had told him clearly enough that she tolerated him - even forgave what he had done to her - just because they were all that was left. She had no one else and that was why she was putting up with him.
Directing the stream of cold water mercilessly at his swollen cock, he waited for a minute. Then two.
When it was more than five and his feet started to get numb from the cold whereas his dick still stood proudly, he groaned in defeat and took it into his hand.
Merlin, he didn't wank since he was a teenager.
The temperature contrast of his relatively warm hand and cold penis was surprisingly pleasant. It shouldn't take too long to finish this.
He began pumping it firmly and resolutely, staring into the white tiles in front of him and desperate to achieve the physical reaction to relieve himself without thinking about anything - and especially anyone - at all.
It only got worse though - it took several minutes to get close to his climax but then he just kept torturing himself with the unbearable tension of not being able to reach it, missing the right impulse that would push him past it.
Groaning in frustration, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine various women being there with him, waiting for him to cum into their mouths or spreading their pussies at him.
Narcissa Malfoy didn't work and Lavender Brown nearly made him vomit instead. That Pureblood Greengrass cow her family had tried to arrange for him to marry made him want rather to chop his cock off than tug at it.
But then, totally uninvited, the picture of Granger showering in front of him a few weeks ago stood up in front of his mind and he couldn't chase it away even if his life depended on it.
The bubble travelled around her body and she shot him a provocative look when she caught him watching her.
"Care to join me?" she invited him in.
As soon as he was there with her, she pushed her firm small arse to him, rubbing against him, all slick and wet and soft and smooth.
He groaned and heard her moan too as she was urging him to enter her.
"I thought I told you to join me," she reminded him breathily as her little hand sought out his cock to guide it inside herself.
He began convulsing as soon as he slid into her, her warmth engulfing him and suckling in every last drop of cum he had stored for her.
His head fell back and he groaned, nearly choking with the pleasure while he was ejaculating, marking the tiles in his bathroom instead of the witch he involuntary desired.
Oh, fuck. He was totally done with.
He got dressed, feeling both guilty and angry at himself for what he had done.
This could never be repeated, he swore to himself, not knowing if he could possibly keep such a promise. All the same, he was determined to do everything to just forget all about it ever happening.
He opened the door to his lab resolutely and could only gape as a startled Hermione Granger fell to his feet, still wrapped in her blanket and obviously still half asleep. She had to be sleeping propped against his door.
Why, for Merlin's sake?! Wasn't she nearly running away from his quarters just a few hours prior?
"I dearly hope you can explain this, Granger," he growled at her, her disheveled look reminding him a bit too much of his recent fantasies.
She got up and gave him a quick and ashamed glance before answering.
"I couldn't sleep," she said as if it explained anything. He raised one of his eyebrows at her in challenge and watched her writhe nervously. Fortunately, she was dressed, her little pink nipples hidden from him.
Fuck him, he shouldn't be thinking about that!
"I sleep better when... when I am near you. I don't know why precisely. I am probably not used to being alone anymore," she elaborated, her cheeks turning pink at her admission.
Well, that made a bit of sense at least. It was likely also why she had originally wanted to go back to the Trophy Chamber to rejoin the other girls. He could also imagine - although she didn't mention that - that being back in her room might feel like she was locked there again. No one liked to feel imprisoned.
He exhaled audibly and forcefully pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache forming there already from the consequences of what he was about to say.
"You may sleep wherever you wish as long as you don't leave these rooms and have at least your mattress and blanket to keep you warm," he told her and felt a wave of unexpected warmth go through his chest when she looked up at him, surprised but smiling gratefully.
He really shouldn't have locked her away. He would have to make that up to her too.
Draco seemed to grow desperate about something that he was unwilling to disclose as long as his father lingered nearby. Unfortunately, Lucius insisted on remaining by his side even as his son kept giving him fearful glances.
"Severus, do you remember promising me to demonstrate how to extract juices from flobberworm brains one day? I never really got the skill perfected and the potions then turn less than satisfactory," the younger Malfoy asked, desperate plea in his eyes.
He wanted to lure him into his lab so he could have a private minute, the attention of his father diverted.
Damn, he left Granger in the lab with the task to prepare ingredients for their brewing in the evening. He didn't really want to bring those two anywhere near her.
She trusted her to have the brains to play mad again but she didn't expect any visitors and it would stress her immensely if she wouldn't manage to hide to her room in time.
Not that he would let either of them touch a hair on her pretty clever head. She had his back when he was not well and now he had hers.
"Severus, please," his godson breathed out so Lucius wouldn't hear. "It's urgent."
Oh, shit.
Stopping in front of the door to his quarters, he took care to loudly describe the portrait at length. Granger would take the hint when she would hear strange voices from outside.
"Let's go in then," he announced loudly and took his time to lift the wards at the door.
He breathed out in relief when he found the lab empty, the ingredients prepared on the workbench. He glimpsed the door to her room moving imperceptibly before coming to a halt.
Coming to it and closing it fully, he warded it with the quickest and most durable spells he knew. He wouldn't let anyone come near it. She would be safe in there.
Then he went to his other storeroom to fetch some flobberworm brains and the ingredients to prepare the solution he invented to get it rid of the spinal fluid.
He saw Lucius curl his lips in disgust. That was what Draco was counting with.
"Why don't you go and have some of my Ogden's? It's a special edition, dedicated to the Dark Lord's victory. It's blood red and tastes great," he recommended, not lifting his eyes from his work.
Lucius grunted and headed to his Living room. Severus expected him to return in a minute, they had no time to waste.
"What is it, Draco?" he urged the young man quietly.
"It's my mark. It never healed and now the curse seems to be spreading. I fear it's poisoning my blood and magic. I told father but he ordered me no to tell anyone. He said it means I am not truly loyal to our Lord," Draco whispered while he was watching Snape worriedly, sweat beading on his forehead.
Bloody Hell.
"I need to see it. Be quick about it," he hissed.
Draco looked to the door to his quarters to check Lucius was still in before pulling up his left sleeve.
Damn, the boy was right.
The Mark didn't seem contained in one place as was usual; it was festering instead, the black of it spreading up his arm, the longest tendrils already reaching his shoulder. They moved constantly as if impatient to reach his heart. It indeed appeared Draco wasn't as dedicated to the cause as Lucius made it appear.
It would kill him if Severus did nothing. He couldn't bring himself to lie to the boy he had known since he had been born.
"It's not good, you need to have purifying rituals and spells applied at least once in two weeks or you won't live to see the end of the year. I can give you instruction for them but you won't manage alone. Do you have someone? A Healer or a Dark Arts expert would be the best but any average wizard or witch could do the basics."
Draco appeared to be thinking his options through.
"I will ask mother, she will be willing to help and is usually good at those kinds of spells."
"Alright then. Let me know if anything changes," Snape said, finishing the solution although he was quite sure Draco didn't give the preparations even a single glance. It still needs to be ready when Lucius would return.
Where was the man? Was he getting drunk on his best liquor or did some book catch his attention?
"Isn't there a more... permanent... solution to this?" Draco inquired hesitantly then and Severus gave him a question stare.
"Are you asking me how to make yourself willing to accept the Dark Lord wholeheartedly or how to make the Dark Lord cease having his Mark on you?"
The Malfoy scion didn't answer - or not in words. To speak treason was unforgivable. But from his look Severus knew.
Draco Malfoy would do anything to make his Mark go away and he trusted Severus enough to insinuate that.
Maybe him and Granger weren't the last ones left who were still willing to fight.
"You have a few very interesting things in your quarters, Severus. You seem to be taking very good care of them. I hope you don't mind I played with one for a bit," Lucius' voice made them both look towards the door to Snape's quarters where the blonde man had emerged.
A strong sense of foreboding seized Snape's chest then, especially as Lucius seemed suddenly ready to depart.
"I see you have finished with your brewing. We won't delay you any longer as I am sure you will soon want to play too," Lucius sneered evilly, now really managing to unnerve Severus seriously.
There was only one 'thing' in his quarters that Severus would really mind sharing.
He would make the man pay if he had done anything to her. There was only one way to find out for sure.
"Out!" he ordered the Malfoys, uncaring that he sounded rude.
Lucius raised his eyebrows at him, probably wondering about his sudden change of attitude.
"I said out!" he repeated and drew his wand.
Draco nearly ran to the door but Lucius was too slow for his liking so he gave him a little push, making him land on his ass just behind his door before he shut it closed and locked it.
The lock still clicked loudly when he was at her room's door, opening it wide and letting it bang against the wall to look inside as quickly as he could.
She was not there.
Cold sweat covered his forehead and he fought to slow down his breathing.
Merlin's shit! What had he done?!
He ran to his Living room, looking for anything out of place. Just a bottle with whiskey seemed like it had been moved but that was to be expected. Hastily he went to inspect his bedroom then and froze in the doorway.
Granger was sitting on his bed, her eyes wide and too moist, shaking and hugging her knees tightly. She seemed to be in shock.
Oh, fuck!
"Granger! What happened?" he asked her loudly.
Fortunately, she seemed to perceive him and looked at him immediately, even if shortly.
"Lucius Malfoy was here," she told him what he already knew, her voice shaking as much as she was.
"What did he do?"
"He just scared me. Mostly," she answered quietly but he knew there had to be more to it.
"Did he hurt you?"
She pressed her lips together, obviously unwilling to talk anymore.
"Granger! What did he do to hurt you?" Severus demanded, knowing only that Granger likely hadn't been raped - as far as he knew, Lucius was only interested in his wife and young virgins. He would never take anything he considered less than perfect, therefore worthy of him.
"Not much. I will survive. I don't want to talk about it," she answered at least now, her eyes staring down at her bent knees.
"I need to know. Now," he demanded, still worried, but she just shook her head again.
"It's done, you can't change what happened anyway. No one can do anything about it anymore. I have been through worse and managed it by myself. I will be fine again soon," she claimed as if she tried to soothe him.
SHE was trying to calm HIM down, not the opposite which was the only logical option.
What the hell had that fucking bastard done to her?!
"I want to see it if you are not willing to talk about it," he requested then but she shook her head again, averting her eyes as she correctly understood he was asking her permission to use Legilimency on her.
"I will give you unrestricted and unlimited access to my books," Snape offered then, taking the Slytherin way.
Granger didn't even look at him to acknowledge the proposal.
"Books and a piece of fruit every day," he urged, needing her to accept that.
She shook her head again.
"This is not bargainable to me. You can do anything you want with me and you know it. You don't need my permission and I can't do a thing to stop you but you can't expect me to sell my approval. I won't give it," she announced, sad but still proud.
On one hand it was admirable. On the other, it really didn't play well into his cards. He just couldn't do this without her consent again and he needed to know what had happened to make Lucius pay.
He knew about a thing she wouldn't refuse though.
"I can give you your magic back," he proposed, lowering his voice enticingly.
Immediately, she looked up to him again, her eyes wide in astonishment. He knew he had her.
"Then there will always be something you could do to stop me or anyone else. I will make it return to you and never take it away again," he promised.
Slowly, she nodded, keeping their eye contact.
"Agreed?" he wanted her to say it aloud to confirm they had a deal.
"Yes," she breathed.
"On the count of three then. One, two, three, Legilimens!"
It was easy to locate the memory as it was only a few minutes old, it was just on the surface of her mind.
She was washing her hands in the sink in her room when she heard the voices from the hallway and went to inspect it, curious. Curiosity quickly changed to dread when she discovered just who was going to visit the lab, intending to brew there. She looked to the still moving door to her room and then to the one leading to his Living room.
They were going to brew, it was likely they would look in the room that used to be the potion storage.
She bolted to his quarters, Snape wouldn't let anyone go in, unsupervised. He told her she could go there.
Determined to not make any sound, she slipped by the opened door, careful not to move it. She hid behind his couch, sitting on the floor.
The commotion from the lab made her heartbeat spike up but it was his "Why don't you go and have some of my Ogden's? It's a special edition, dedicated to the Dark Lord's victory. It's blood red and tastes great," that made her truly panic.
Footsteps were nearing and she decided to bolt rather than remain where she was, hoping Lucius would stay in the Living room to have a drink. The only route available was the door that apparently lead to his bedroom.
Snape would be furious but it was better than staying alone in one room with Lucius Malfoy.
Hiding beside his big bed, she was as quiet as a mouse.
"Oh, Potter's Mudblood. I thought you might be somewhere in here," Lucius' silky voice came then and Granger shook in dread, the sentence triggering something even worse in her memory.
Snape didn't follow that successive memory line though, sticking to this one as they had agreed. He simply pursued on.
Granger stared ahead of herself, pretending not to hear or perceive the man at all, pressing herself to the side of his bed.
Lucius waved his cane and Levitated her to sit on the bed, placing her where Snape had found her later.
"I was wondering what old Severus is doing with you here. You know, I don't really buy his story about him just punishing you. I know him long and well enough to be aware of the fact that he finds no pleasure in violence. On the other hand, he always had a weakness for little Mudblood whores... So tell me, what does he do to you?" Malfoy asked her, his voice nearly affectionate as he lifted his cane and used it to push her dress up to reveal her knickers.
"I am privy to the fact that he doesn't fuck, he never did. I know that for sure - I invented this little spell to tell me about those things. Still, I have no proof as to why he is like that. Maybe you could tell me. Does he talk to you, knowing you would never talk back? Does he tell you his secrets? Or does he just lick this little cunt of yours lovingly like dogs do to bitches in heat?" Lucius purred and touched her thinly covered sex with his cane.
Granger didn't even blink although Snape could feel clearly how panicked and disgusted she was.
"Does he stick his fingers in you to make you come? Or something else?" he whispered to her ear and suddenly yanked his cane so it slipped by the rim of her knickers and inside her with no warning at all, the sharp edges of it scratching her flesh.
She took a sharp breath from being startled but managed not to react otherwise.
He twisted it for a few seconds, a malicious smile on his lips, and then slowly extracted it to bring it in front of his aristocratic nose, sniffing at it with relish.
"No one aroused or fucked you in a few days at least. So not that," Lucius concluded and wiped the cane off her white dress, leaving a thin bloody stain at its front.
"So what is it, Mudblood? Does he Imperio you to make you do things to him then? Something kinky he wouldn't like anyone to know about? There are other ways to bring a man his pleasure than handling his cock..."
Granger just stared ahead of herself, saying nothing.
Lucius gave a false laugh.
"I will find a way to make you answer, little bitch. Just wait till I see you next time," the man promised and hit Granger across her spreaded thighs with his cane, probably as a goodbye.
Only when she heard Snape had threw both men out did Granger move, pulling her knees to her body to hide the stain on he dress and crinkling her face as if about to cry; the tears never fell though. She just breathed deeply, trying to get her control back.
The door banged open then and he saw his own face, worried and searching.
He pulled out, leaving her mind as gently as he could so that he wouldn't cause her another headache.
Severus felt his blood starting to boil when the first fear, insecurity and worry passed.
How dare he? How dare he touch her?! In his own quarters?! His own bed?!
Her health was what mattered more than his anger though.
"Are you still bleeding?" he asked through clenched teeth, trying to rein in his emotions at least as well as she had.
"Not much, I think. Ah, I am sorry!" she apologized, getting off the bed quickly. "I didn't want to ruin your bed, I didn't realize where I was for a while," she added and it only made him fume more.
"I don't care about the fucking bed, Granger! Get back there, I will bring something to help you," he ordered, trying not to yell in his agitation.
It took just a minute to fetch the Headache Relief and the balm he hoped would be the best for her even as he didn't know exactly where and how deep were her injuries.
He gave her both bottles to administer them herself and turned to retire to the Living room to give her a bit of privacy.
"Where are you going?" her question caught him in the doorway and made him turn around.
She looked so vulnerable and small.
"Just to the Living room. I didn't suppose you would want me here for this," he said, pointing at the potions.
She nodded, her eyes at the balm.
"Don't go anywhere else, please. I don't want to be alone right now," she pleaded shyly.
He made her feel safe, Severus realized and it made him feel somewhat proud of himself - something he hadn't experienced in years - and even more protective about the girl.
"Sure, I will be waiting there for you. Take as much time as you need," he assured her even as he was still planning Lucius Malfoy's murder.
He saw the bottle Lucius had used again and couldn't control himself any longer. He was trying to be nice to the bastard, saving his only son in the process, and all he got in return from him was him hurting Granger and trying to spy on him, hunting his secrets.
Fuck, Granger now knew Severus was a virgin.
Oh, that was singularly awkward and disgracing!
He took the bottle - even as it cost over 100 Galeons - and threw it against the wall. The action and shattering sound did nothing to soothe his anger though. The red liquid looked like blood as it was spilled there and it only reminded him of what the fucker had done to the girl.
He was going to stick that fucking cane up his ass when he would be done with him-
"Thank you for staying here with me. I know you are angry at me and probably don't want to talk. I will try to not bother you," Granger said quietly as she entered the room.
"I am not angry at you, Granger, you did nothing wrong. It's Lucius and me who caused this mess to happen. I thought you hid in your room; I would never send him here if I thought you might be anywhere near," Severus explained and went to fetch another bottle to pour a glass for himself.
He observed the girl and noticed she still seemed ashamed, holding her hands in front of her so they fell to her lap.
Damn, she was just trying to hide the stain. That was what she was ashamed of.
He waved his wand at her to wash it away. He was gratified to see she didn't even flinch even though she had been not warned.
"Thank you. It was my fault too though. I should have stayed in my room. Don't worry, I won't ever tell him anything about you, no matter what he tries next," she promised.
"That's not what I am worried about and there will be no 'next', I can assure you of that," he said and she looked at him, her eyes wide. She obviously got the hint.
"Just don't do anything that could hurt you too," she asked a moment later and now it was him who gave her a look.
She just shrugged
"Want me to help with something?" she changed the topic, reminding him of another thing he had to deal with.
"I am about to fix us dinner if you feel like helping with that. I will even let you stir it," he joked and watched her gaping at him. He really wasn't in the mood for it but she looked like she needed to cheer up a bit to take her mind off what had happened.
"Us?"
"I recall promising you something about your magic," he gave her a hint and turned to fetch some vegetables.
"Was that stuff your invention?" she asked as she joined him after a while, taking the knife to cut the tomatoes.
"No. And I am not saying it just because you are holding a knife again," he teased, eyeing the weapon in mocked fear.
"Oh, I am really sorry for that. I thought you were... you know, when you stunned me every evening and I hurt afterwards," she blushed even though he had meant his remark only as a joke. "Now I am glad my aim was off."
"I suppose we both would do better to first talk about issues we think we have with each other and try to kill each other only after we are sure the issue is real. Agreed?"
She actually snorted in laughter at that and he could not help but feel his own lips quirk up too. Her sense of humor was obviously as bad as his.
He still might not live past another day but for the first time in years he rather hoped that he would.
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