Chapter 13 – Rescue
Author: Rikka
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I'm just playing with them for a short while. I'll give them back, with a knowing smile on their faces, once I've finished with them.
A/N: I really appreciate reviews. I'm writing this in my free time, which is, well, to be honest, slim; I'm working two full-time jobs and completing a welding apprenticeship this summer, so today I took a sick day and tomorrow I have off, so yay! I finally have some time to write. This chapter is VERY MUCH RATED R FOR…WELL…NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY THINGS. Don't read this if you aren't of age to read naughty, naughty things. That being said…on with the story!
"Tsk, tsk, I told those house elves to put you in the guest room. I suppose they misunderstood what I meant. I hope you weren't bothered much by Mr. Crabbe?" Hermione looked at him, wondering if he actually expected an answer; wondering if he was just toying with her, or was truly as insane as he seemed.
"Absum virgo," he whispered as he waved his wand at her mid-section. A white light began to glow right below her stomach, just for a moment, before it turned black, twirling in a vortex in front of her and disappearing. Intellectual though she was, he wanted to know for himself. For a moment he couldn't believe it; when had this little book worm found time to drop her skirt? And with whom? He bit his tongue, tasting blood, before rushing at her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her out of the room, down a dank hallway.
"You little slut. Shall I do whoever you've been pleasing a favor and teach you some tricks before I send you back? Or should I just kill you now. Your choice," he sneered, shoving her into yet another room, this one with not just one body chained to the wall.
Deceitful little mudblood,Lucius thought later. How could she put on that innocent veneer for so long, when really, she's nothing more than a little no-good slut. Well, I know what to do with no-good sluts.
"Lucius, touch her and die!" Severus screamed, and Lucius turned, seeing his best friend standing in the doorway.
"I wondered where she lost her virginity. I see that you're not as repentant to Dumbledore as you would have him believe. Snatching the virginity of one of his Golden Trio from right under his nose! Well done, I say, though you will pay, I swear…" Lucius answered, trying to surreptitiously get his wand from where it was hidden up his sleeve.
"I wouldn't touch your wand either, if you want to keep it in one pice," Severus snapped, gliding towards Hermione while aiming his wand at Lucius'…well, lower regions.
"That's a bit below the belt even for you, Snape. Ah, well, can't have everything I suppose…I'll just have to deflower that friend of hers, might be interesting to slum it with a redheaded Weasley," Lucius drawled, attempting to look uninterested as Severus checked Hermione for damage.
"Don't you dare touch Ginny!" Hermione screamed, enraged.
"Whoever said anything about that little excuse for a girl?" Lucius said, looking offended.
"Her wand?" Severus asked, holding his hand out until Lucius produced it.
"Ruin all my fun, why don't you!" Lucius exclaimed, pouting. He sank down to the floor, placing his hands on his head, attempting to look contrite in the hopes he'd get off unpunished.
"I'll deal with you later," Snape intoned, snatching Lucius' wand from him. "You can pick this up from Dumbledore tomorrow," he added, and then apparated himself and Hermione to the gates of Hogwarts.
"Thank you," Hermione started, feeling his body against hers in agony. She wanted nothing more than to…
Her thoughts were cut off with his kiss, rough, demanding as usual, his hands finding their way inside her robes, massaging her breasts before ripping through the bra and pushing her down on the damp grass.
With a few words he had them both naked, and without any warning he entered her, hard, thrusting swiftly, bringing a loud moan to her lips.
"Oh, Gods, faster!" she cried, forgetting all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours and only knowing this pleasure, this feeling inside her, this quenching of thirst she had felt since she left his side last.
He suckled her breasts, moving up along her collar bone, eliciting moan after moan with each thrust, each lick, sucking along her neck, her earlobes, thrusting his tongue in her ear as he thrust his manhood into her, before quickly kissing her again.
She moaned as he kissed her, wanting to say so much, to explain so much to him. She wanted to tell him how she had missed him, how she had been worried she would never see him again, how she hungered for his touch, dreaming of it, since she had it last.
Raking her nails down his back, she pulled him closer, so there was no point along their torsos where they weren't touching. She wanted as much contact as possible, wanted this moment to last forever, feeling him inside her, hard, fast, his occasional grunt exiting her even more. She could feel the pleasure building with him, inside her, and she grabbed one of his hands, shoving it sloppily between them, and he quickly started twisting her clit.
At the additional stimulation, she started squirming under him, but couldn't go very far with his legs on either side of her. Pleasurable and tormenting at the same time, too much for her brain to handle, she let go finally, allowing herself to come, and she shuddered around him, bringing him to climax as well.
Panting, he collapsed on top of her, smelling the wet grass, smelling her shampoo, smelling their sweat, smelling their sex. After a few moments he pulled out of her, uttering the counter-spell to re-dress them, and picked her up, carrying her back into the castle over his shoulder, with no intent to return her to her precious tower. After the scare she had put him through, he figured he deserved some payback.