AN: There are WARNINGS in this Chapter . Both NON CON and SMUT
"At least one good thing came of this" her tired voice came.
"What's that ?" Confusion clouded his tone and he felt her smirk into his chest.
"Neville and Tonks finally got an answer on if Voldemort wears boxers or briefs"
oOo
Sure enough, it didn't take long after the eviction for Voldemort to push their plans into motion. One of their house elves , who'd been tasked to shadow the Wizard, had been sent back with a message for his 'most loyal follower' , which had amused Argus to no end.
Hermione had been distraught though when the elf returned , he was quite obviously bearing the aftershocks of a curse and she'd fallen to her knees and hugged the tiny creature, having Severus apologise on her behalf.
"There's be no needing Missy Hermione" The elf had managed. "Tipsy was knowing the risks when she joined the Blue Phoenix. But she joined anyway for you Missy and for you Master of Potions''
Hermione had looked aghast then and the elf , now in the company of others who'd joined the new order, all nodded encouragingly at them.
"But why me? Why us?" The question had been unspoken, but was clear to all who saw the look on her face and the elves had answered her with nothing but unfailing loyalty, as elves were want to do.
"Because long before Missy made the Blue Phoenix , Missy was fighting for elves. Perhaps Missy frightened us with clothes a bit at first"
Here a few elves cringed at the remembrance of Hermione's knitted creations , and a few order members chuckled who remembered her SPEW days.
"But once we be understanding why the missy is wanting to give us clothes, we is loving the Missy very much because Missy Hermione cared about the House Elves and wanted us to be happy and free to do as we is wanting. We is wanting freedom for everyone and we is wanting to help the Blue Phoenix bring down the bad wizard, but we is wanting to serve Missy Hermione, and we is wanting to serve Master of Potions. Master of Potions was always good to elves, even when he is hurting and bleeding from the bad man, he was never punishing elves and always talk to elves like equals and not like servants, he even be stopping students from taking advantage of elves' natures. So we fight for Blue Phoenix because is right but we serve you Missy and Master of Potions both because you are caring for us elves and we is caring for you too. We is wanting very much when all this is over to be your elves, not because we is owned but because that is what we is choosing, we is choosing to be your elves, we is choosing to serve you because we is wanting to."
The elf pulled the shoulder of his towel to one side and showed a piece of parchment that was stuck to the underside with spellotape and the others did the same. There, attached to their towels was a small drawing of Fawkes that Hermione herself had done in the past weeks and forgotten all about. It was a drawing of Fawkes in what she recalled of his full adult plumage , but she had coloured it as blue as his new plumage was. The original was on her desk somewhere, but it looked like they'd found the drawing and duplicated the parchment with magic, perhaps a gemino charm and they were all wearing it on their towels like a badge of honour, alongside another picture of a flaming wolf holding a potion's bottle in it's maw, which she had been experimenting with as a new logo for Severus's potion vial labels.
Hermione was unable to speak, so she just hugged the elf in front of her, but Severus knelt on one knee and held out a hand for one of the elves to shake, much to their astonishment.
"We're honoured by your loyalty, and we would be proud to have you as our elves" The elves looked at each other in awe, as Severus shook all of their small hands in turn, and Hermione hugged those who wanted it...which of course was all of them.
"The Blue Phoenix , I like that." Luna spoke and Neville was crouched, getting the closest elf to show him the drawings he had stuck on his towel. "Hey these are really good Hermione, it's almost like a sigil from a house crest" a couple of others murmured their praise and more than one was giving her shrewd and calculating looks, no doubt she'd have a few requests before the evening was out.
"The Blue Phoenix" Minerva said contemplatively and Kingsley smiled warmly. "It's perfect, it honours the old order while demonstrating the change of the guard"
Hermione was blushing at all the praise, when Remus Lupin spoke.
"I raise that we vote to name the New Order of the Phoenix, the Blue Phoenix" it was said with a smirk and though Hermione was still blushing deeply, Severus offered her a small smile and counted the vote.
Every hand was raised.
[ AN: I believe the Plural of Phoenix should be Phoenix , as in 1 Phoenix 5 Phoenix etc, as Phoenixes just doesn't sound right imo ]
oOo
She didn't remember falling asleep, but it was the cold that woke her. Wind that whipped through her hair and chilled her through to the bones and made her tremble. Her mouth rocked through with pain from the cold and it hurt her ribs too much to take a breath. The constant insistent throbbing pain between her legs, almost an afterthought to the agony that was in her mouth.
Panicked, she took in her surroundings in dismay, feeling the damp stone and the despair in the air and the creeping darkness that was only lit by flashes of lightning and strikes of thunder over the north sea, all adding up to a picture that could only be one place on earth.
Azkaban.
There was a thudding step approaching and she shrank back against the wall, she knew those steps as well as she knew her own. She tried to call on her occlumency, her patronus, her animagus form… but the wolf wouldn't answer her call and with dismay she realised to her utter horror...the magic suppressing cuff that was adorned to her wrist once more.
Then the terror was making it even harder to breathe as the cell door swung open and in walked the no longer nameless monster, that was Raol Rosier, followed by the maniacal medi-witch who was holding a frighteningly familiar pair of pliers.
"Hello Princess" his smile was just as rotten as she recalled and she couldn't help the way her body flinched from his.
Where was Severus? Why was she here? How did she get here?
She tried to call out to him, to reach his mind to do something but her body was frozen in terror it was as though she was paralysed with it and she could do little more than whimper as the monstrous man bore down on her , and the mediwitch laughed in the face of her fear.
When he grabbed her leg and dragged her towards him ,the tears came thick and fast when he positioned himself on top of her, wrenching her legs apart and thrusting mercilessly inside her. Her scream was soundless as she felt the delicate flesh between her legs tear at his fierce intrusion, but their laughing was not. It echoed in her head and chased almost all other thoughts and noise out. He was tearing her with his rough strokes and she felt the searing and burning agony inside as he took her dry , but it was the touch on her face from the mad witch that made her whimpers finally break free of silence, she felt her bladder release as fear flooded her and suddenly she managed to break free from whatever curse had been holding her, but without her magic all she had was her fists and she closed her eyes as she swung them wildy and pounded at man above her, unable to look at him a moment more. Her hands hurt where she'd hit him but tears still blinded her and it was only when she felt the soft and familiar wolf's fur and the smell of smoke and Severus! that she was able to open her eyes.
They were in their bed, in their chambers. Severus was sat beside her as a wolf and she had her hands fisted in his fur. With a start she realised it had been nothing more than a horrific nightmare, his mind was open to her and she saw that she'd lashed out at him when he'd tried to wake her. The memories of punching a male body had been him she was distraught to find, but his mind was filled of nothing but concern for her and little care for the bruises she'd laid upon him. He'd realised that she was too swallowed in the dream to tell it was not him, and the not the monster who haunted her, so he'd done the only thing he could think of and shifted into the wolf, knowing she'd recognise the feel of him and hoping his wolf would call to hers, giving her the strength to break from the nightmare... which it had.
Gathering her breath and trying to calm the shaking in her limbs, she petted the great wolfs head as he laid it tenderly in her lap, offering her comfort however he could. As she got herself under control she realised with dismay that it hadn't all just been a dream as she felt the damp patch of urine underneath her in their bed and she covered her hands over her face in shame and mortification as tears fell unbidden from her eyes and sobs broke from he tight control. "Hey hey, none of that" he whispered, and suddenly it was her Severus once more, pulling her into his embrace and letting her weep into his shoulder. A murmured spell and if nothing else, she and the bed were dry as he pulled her into his lap.
"Just a nightmare love, only a nightmare" He whispered into the crown of her head and he rose from the bed still holding her in his arms.
Fawkes peeped from his nest and Crookshanks mowed from the floor in concern.
"Just a nightmare" he reiterated for their benefit , and with a shrewd look Crookshanks returned to his previous position in front of the fire, but Fawkes would not be deterred.
The bird was getting more and more mobile and he now had no bald patches, and was instead covered in an albeit very fluffy coating of blue feathers. Not releasing his hold on Hermione, he crouched low enough to allow the chick to jump from his nest beside their bed and into Hermione's arms, where he trilled and purred in equal measure. Pressing his face against Hermione's in a gesture of loving devotion.
Setting the bath to run magically, he told her to get herself ready, not wanting to do the action himself in case it triggered another attack, and he returned briefly to the room, summoning the elf who'd proclaimed his devotion earlier that day.
"Tipsy?"
The elf popped into appearance, quick even for an elf, and looked at him with hardly concealed joy at being summoned directly by him.
"Tipsy, This is not Blue Phoenix business. Would you be happy to do some personal and private tasks for myself and Hermione?"
If possible, the elf's eyes lit up even more.
"Oh yes Master of Potions, Tipsy would be very much liking to serve Master and Missy and Tipsy will be very discrete, Tipsy would take an oath, no one hears a thing from Tipsy about what she does for the Master and Missy!"
It was commonplace for old houses to blood - bind elves to service and to secrecy. Thankfully Voldemort was too paranoid to give up a drop of blood even for this task, so though his elves were sworn to service, they were not blood bound.
The elf in front of him was so earnest , he couldn't help but chuckle. "I do not need a blood oath Tipsy, I trust you and your word is good enough for me. I want you to promise me that any private tasks that I set for you, will remain that.. Private. You may discuss them if you must with the other Blue Phoenix elves who have shown a desire to be bonded to us, but you must not share any private details with any other elves, not even other Hogwarts elves, Do you promise Tipsy?"
Eyes watering at being told she was trusted, the elf fought huge sniffles of joy as she promised him she would be discrete.
"Thank You Tipsy" Severus smiled gently and the elf practically swooned.
"Hermione and I are going to take a bath, please can you strip the bed and put new bed clothes on ready for when we are finished and take the used ones to be laundered. And if you can find some chocolate in the kitchens, I would be appreciative if you could bring some for us"
Standing straight and proud, Severus almost thought the elf was about to salute him like a solider would a commanding officer.
"Tipsy be doing this immediately Master of Potions, you can count on Tipsy!"
"Thank You" he smiled again, and returned to the bathroom.
The bath was almost full and Hermione was just removing her sleep shirt , having already removed her bottoms and socks.
As she stood naked in front of him, he swallowed thickly and raised his occlumency shields to take control of his desires.
"Would you like me to leave, or stay"
She was shaking her head before he could even finish, approaching him and undoing the pull string on his pyjama bottoms.
Stay with me. Hold me
The words were clear in his mind and he pulled his top off just as she pushed his bottoms down, exposing him.
Her hand brushed against him intimately, before fondly petting him, like one might and dog and he arched his eyebrow in amusement.
And she smiled back at him, he kissed her, Absurd little thing that she was.
It wasn't uncommon though, the nightmares nor the way she touched him so familiarly now. She was more guarded over her own body and her own pleasures, and Severus had no problems with that. She had well earned her right to her personal space and boundaries, but he found that more often than not she would want to be close to him after a nightmare. Wanted to touch him or sometimes bring him off with her hand, this looked like it was going to be one of the latter times.
He'd carefully broached the question to her once, worried she was doing it for his benefit alone and she'd answered him honestly as much as she was able to. "It's as much for me as it is for you". She'd said. "I like to remind myself that I am here with you right now, that you may be male but you're not him, and you and your body, your ...your cock, it's not the same, it's different, it's you and neither you nor your cock has ever hurt me. It's to remind me that our bodies were built for pleasure, not pain. It's a big fuck you to the nightmares that won't control me forever, and it's because I know that I am completely in charge."
And she certainly was at that as she practically led him by his cock to the bath. A quick scan made sure Fawkes was no longer in the room, and sure enough he'd taken himself back to his nest as soon as Hermione's tears had stopped flowing.
Grateful for the privacy, and free in the knowledge that Tipsy was taking care of the room for when they were finished, he went gladly into Hermione's embrace before lifting her over the edge and into the huge bath.
A week or so prior, unsure and wrongfooted on how to speak to a semi-sentient building, He'd openly asked the castle for a bigger bath in his room, for Hermione. One that was different to the one he'd bathed her in upon her return from the castle but was big enough for the both of them together and he'd been surprised and gratified when he returned the next day to find the castle had taken it upon itself to extend their bathroom and add a very large sunken bath which was a miniature version of the Prefect's bath. Taken aback by the gesture, he'd placed a hand on the old stone walls and openly thanked the castle and he could've sworn he felt the castle's pleasure that he liked it as the magic vibrated through his hand.
Hermione had been even more thrilled, and the castle itself seemed very pleased she was happy and the old stone walls had almost hummed in contentment when they'd seen her smile.
Now they sank into the waters together, Severus carrying her almost bridal style until the water was just below his waist. With a cheeky smile he broke their kiss and Hermione looked at him in confusion before he abruptly let go.
She fell into the water and came up with her wet hair covering her face like a mop and he couldn't help but chuckle, until suddenly he was knocked over by a hurtling wolf that had him falling on his arse in the water and coming up looking like a drowned rat himself.
When he re-emerged it was to a giggling Hermione, who was once more Hermioned shaped.
"You shifted, just so you could knock me over?!" He squawked indignantly and then he couldn't help but join her in mirth.
"I can't help being small" She laughed and he pulled her forwards into his arms, wrapping her in his embrace as she sank her head against him with a sigh. "You're perfect" he whispered into her hair.
Their interactions had been mostly playful to this point, but he also wasn't blind to the gorgeous naked young witch he had in his arms, so his cock was already a mile ahead of him, beginning to fill the second he'd seen the expanse of her skin and he was now half hard and resting comfortably between their bodies. Enjoying in equal measure the soft skin of her body and the press of the curls at her groin.
Everyday they got closer to the culmination of their plan, she seemed to get more and more assertive with him and since embracing the Lupine aspects of their animagus and patronus , she'd been more settled and comfortable both with him and herself. Whereas a nightmare like the one she'd had earlier would have initially left her incapacitated for days upon her first return from azkababan, now were forcibly pushed aside as she fortified herself against them, often refusing to allow them to affect her by sheer force of will alone.
Tomorrow was the day for their plan to go ahead. And it seemed that tonight he would not escape her clutches, even if he'd wanted to. He watched her eyes darken and her breathing slow, as she with great purpose pressed her body more firmly against him and rested her hand on his chest.
One of her favourite pastimes seemed to be touching every scar on his lithe chest, before following each with a kiss and she made to do that now, causing his cock to fill to capacity until it twitched between them.
Her hand cupped him and he moaned at the sensation, combined with a gentle but biting kiss to a scar on his sternum. Gently but rhythmically her hand stroked his thick and twitching length as her soft kisses and nips trailed over his skin. He was about to reach for her, to tip her chin upwards so he could claim her lips for a kiss when instead she sank to her knees in the water before him, dropping another biting kiss but this time just above his navel.
Logic screamed at him to stop her, even as his cock gave an almighty jump of encouragement in her palm for her to continue. But his hand was on her arm to encourage her to stand once more and the words to stop her were on his lips before he noted the warning gaze she gave him. Dark amber eyes met his and then looked pointedly at the hand he'd placed on her arm before meeting his gaze with an arched eyebrow. He could practically see her hackles rising and he was almost certain he'd heard a soft growl. He let go instantly, tipping his head back a bit and relaxing his posture. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted what she was clearly looking to do, but it was the fact that they'd never done it in quite this way. They'd explored each other orally, but she'd never been on her knees before him like this and he'd never intended to put her in a position that was so submissive. Though as he hummed an apology he realised that once again even if it was meant with good intentions, he'd presumed to make a decision for her, he realised. Something he was trying more and more not to do. He himself had said that he would allow her to control what she was and wasn't comfortable with, and to be frankly honest when she was assertive and took control of him, it aroused him to no end. Though he may bark and bluster in public, between the two of them in private he was more than happy to allow her to take control and it wasn't just because of her trauma but simply because it made him harder than granite when she took control of him, and despite his prickly outward appearances… he was not a leader and had never wanted to be in charge, and was more than happy to surrender the reins of their personal life to her, not that the bossy little witch hadn't already taken them anyway.
Chagrinned, he placed both his hands behind his head and fisted them in his own hair when a moan tore from his throat as her kisses moved decidedly lower. Both to stop his hands from touching her without his conset and to give him an uninterrupted view of what was going on at his cursed himself the fool for even thinking that she was submitting herself to him by carrying out this act. She delighted in the unguarded pleasure, the moans and whimpers that she got from him that he could not contain as her tongue mercilessly teased his twitching cock, without taking him into the cavern of her warm mouth where he so desperately wanted to be. He realised very quickly that he was entirely at her mercy, and sweet salazar if that didn't make him ache even more, because right in that moment he would have promised Hermione Granger the palace, the crown, the entire fucking monarchy if she would just please take his cock into her sweet little mouth.
He wasn't beyond begging either, though he'd never admit it to anyone else, her name fell from his lips like an entreaty and he could feel her smile against his hard prick as she finally took the head of his cock into the warmth of her mouth for the first time.
The moan he made was inhuman, he was certain of it. She didn't seem to mind though, one of her hands was still stroking his cock as she gently suckled on the head of him and then bloody hell yes her other hand was gently cupping and massaging his sack.
Though it was difficult not to weep from the pleasure of it, he somehow managed to contain his outburst though the same cannot be said for his composure because when Hermione began to swallow his cock, taking up a gentle and rhythmic bobbing motion as she moved up and down the length of him for the first time, he may as well have downed a 6 pack of babbling brew because there was a constant litany of praise spilling from his lips, broken only by short exclamations and gasps as she worked his thick length.
There had been few lovers in his life, his general disposition, appearance and position which included spending 9 months of the year in residence of a school, not exactly allowing him to live the life of a lothario. So there had been a mere handful of lovers, most of which had only lasted a night or a weekend and fewer still who'd engaged in any acts with him other than the act of intercourse itself. He'd had a witch's mouth on him, Hermione's tongue was no stranger to his cock at this point and a couple of witches had taken his prick in their mouths to quickly get him ready for a round of fucking. But no witch had ever blown him purely for his own pleasure, No witch had ever fallen to their knees simply because they wanted to make him feel good and it was clear Hermione intended to see this act through to it's natural conclusion and he realised with a start that she was the first witch that had cared enough about to him to offer him such selfless pleasure in this way and it made it both that much sweeter and that much hotter to watch his cock disappear between those pouting lips.
When her eyes flicked up to his, he realised she'd heard his internal musing and her eyes were dark. At first he thought she might balk at his presumption that she would continue until his release but instead he could scent her arousal in the air and she became firmer in her attentions and he realised with a start as he probed the connection between them that it had aroused her greatly to realise she would be the first to taste him, the first to bring him to completion in her mouth, the first to give him a real blow job and she was excited, aroused and enamoured at the thought of owning him in that way. That no one else had ever seen Severus Snape's face as he came in their mouth and no one else had tasted his release as they brought him pleasure, and in her mind she asserted that nobody else ever would either.
She'd redoubled her efforts then, any remaining nerves or worries she'd had were completely swept away at the thought of being his first and she was determined to make it memorable.
Watching her working his cock, her hand tugging on his shaft as her other cupped his bollocks was almost enough to send him over the edge, but the sight of the bath waters rippling around her and her breasts bouncing and swaying to the motion as she bobbed on his cock would almost have been enough on its own.
At first she'd been self conscious of the scar on her tongue, but when she realised the ridge of scar tissue just added that much more sensation to this act, she'd forgotten the embarrassment and set to using it to her advantage. Ribbed for your pleasure indeed.
His hands fisted tight in his own hair, the muscles in his stomach were clenching as her hand spend up it's movements on his cock. Breath was getting harder and harder to come by and he finally made the mistake of looking down his body as she moved to pleasure him.
The speed between them had been steadily increasing as they each became more comfortable and it was now to the point that her hand was firmly cupping his balls as she wanked his cock at a furious pace, her sweet mouth bobbing up and down the rest of his length, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could .
When she felt his balls tighten she collapsed her cheeks and added suction to each upwards motion and he was fucking gone.
He babbled and gasped her name in endlessl entreaties of worship, any thought he'd entertained of politely pulling out so as not to cum in her mouth were forgotten in a lustful fog of begging and pleading that she just-please-don't-stop…
The hand wanking the base of his cock let go, and disappeared between her own thighs, allowing her to take more of him into her mouth on each downward motion and allowing her to sink her own fingers inside herself.
The visual of that alone made the blood roar in his ears, but when he finger reappeared on his ass cheek, damp with her own arousal and slipped in between his cheeks, it took everything in him not to howl.
Her finger slipped into his ass easily, lubed as it was by her own arousal and he was finished, she knew it too. The hand on his balls let go when she felt them tighten and instead grasped his hip, encouraging him and directing him to fuck her mouth with abandon but holding tightly to make sure he didn't make her gag. With his hips flexing into her lips, her mouth sucking on his cock on every upstroke and her the other hand unashamedly fingering him, hitting his prostate on every movement he was utterly at her mercy.
It felt like a tidal wave taking him over as he rapidly built, screaming out a senseless and vulgar warning to her anyway, as all verbal filters and thought processes shut down, even though they both knew she had no intention of stopping him he couldn't help crying out like a schoolboy getting his first bit of tail.
"I'm Going to cum ! Fuck fuck fuck fuck... cumming..i'm cumming for you...I'm...going...to...fucking...cum Hermione!"
Her finger sank in him to the knuckle pressing firmly on his prostate and she withdrew his cock until it was just his sensitive head she was sucking on, teasing his glans with her tongue and he couldn't stop himself from shooting his load in her mouth. He threw his head back hard enough for his neck to creak in protest and he pulled on his own hair, so he wouldn't grab onto hers. His hips flexed instinctively, thrusting into the source of pleasure and warmth she offered him as thousands of years of instinct instructed his body to bury himself and his release within her as much as he could, and she allowed him to fuck her mouth as much as he could without gagging her, letting him fuck her face in his moaned so loudly that his voice broke on it and still she held onto him until he was spent. Allowing his limp, sated and exhausted member to slip out of her mouth with a parting kiss on the tip of the now soft organ.
When he was certain he was still alive and his lungs stopped burning from lack of oxygen, she looked at him shyly and asked him if that had been alright.
After giving her an incredulous look, still unsure if he hadn't in fact collapsed a lung, the only answer he could give her was to give in to the roaring and screaming need of his exhausted muscles and collapse backwards into the bath water, being thankful they hadn't just done that on the concrete floor lest he concuss himself in the landing.
She swam over to him, laughing softly as he just floated in the bath water in exhaustion and kissed him softly and the only thought he could entertain was that they needed to kill this fucker quickly tomorrow because he wanted to dedicate the entirety of next week to making Hermione feel the bone melting bliss he'd felt a few moments ago.