I apologize for the long delay (for me at least) and I can only say that I was unsure how to continue from here. I also want to point out that I am very sorry for any mistakes overlooked in the editing but some of the mistakes weren't in my original document. Till I find out what happened I ask you to kindly overlook incorrect grammar and spelling. Review if you like.
18. [ Of Fire and Passion A thing called Sexual Tension ]
That morning Hermione was very quiet in most of her classes and her thoughts occassionallyoccasionally drifted towards her husband and for the life of her she couldn't stop thinking about the new-found attraction towards Severus and his surprisingly pleasing outward appearance. In the beginning much of her perception had been warped by the way he had acted around students and Gryffindors in general. ANow after she had glimpsed behind the mask she found an astonishingly kind and gentle man who now had the ability to get her hot and bothered in her classes by just invading her mind, it was both a terrible and wonderfully pleasant distraction.
Almost grateful when she left her last class she decided to skip lunch to get into the potions lab and prepare things for when he would start working there after lunch. The necklace was still pink which was due to the fact that she couldn't control her fantasies and she sighed when she failed to empty her thoughts of anything that he was not supposed to see. She was certain he could see anything he wanted with his legilimens skills and the fact that he simply felt most of her emotions through the necklace whereas he was a complete mystery to her. To bad the necklace didn't provide a visual display of what he felt, it was unfair that she was so clueless about his state of mind and heart."damn that's so unfair".
Stepping into the classroom she tried to remember how to open the lab and after a secondwhile she remembered the password, and a softly green shimmering door appeared in one stone wall and without hesitation she entered. To her surprise the lab looked different than last time she had been there which granted had been a week ago but nevertheless. Some things were missing, and on one wall behind some spare cauldrons she saw something that resembled an unindentifiedunidentified potion splattered on the stone wall.
Frowning, she looked around as if to guess what was wrong with the Lab and why she was she feeling a strong but pleasant magical energy reverberating through the room as if somebody had casted powerful spells in here recentyrecently.
"Maybe I can be of help, Miss?" A tinkling voice that jittered a bit startled her out of her thoughts and when she turned towards the source of it, she saw a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. To her alarm it had eyes and a mouth in the middle. It was made of clear leaded crystals that supported a ring of black enchanted candles, giving a halo effect to its face.
"What are you?" She sounded a tiny bit shocked and curiously approached it. So far she had never encountered an enchanted piece of furniture in all her time at Hogwarts.
"I am a chandelier as you can very well see." He sounded exasperated and his mouth was now pressed into a crystal facet line as if he was really annoyed. "I am currently owned by Severus Snape, potions Master of Hogwarts and Head of the honoured house of Slytherin."
Hermione supressedsuppressed a grin and nodded seriously. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Hermione Snape and I am Severus' wife."
The chandelier cracked an honestly happy smile, and he raised his voice as he shouted: "Hey everybody, listen- he has managed to get a wife finally after all these years! Welcome Hermione Snape please!" Was she mistaken or did she hear a note of relief in the chandelier's voice?
And to HermionesHermione's' astonishment all around the room paintings came to life with figures moving as to have a better look at her, countless inanimate objects sprang to life, and an especially timid quill moved towards the edge of the table as if afraid to anger her.
No wonder, he probably works with Severus on a daily basis.
High pitched voices, deep rich baritones and some that sounded barely human began to whisper among themselves until an angry "Silence!" shattered the happy noise.
Turning around Hermione faced a livid Severus Snape who advanced towards her with robes flying and cornered her against a working table, the usual sneer on his face.
"What are you doing here?", he hissed and his face was only inches from hers, his ebony hair strands that had loosened from his pony tail barely brushing her face as she looked up at him.
Don't look at those lips, don't imagine how they would feel against your neck… Too late.
The necklace responded by instantly burning against her skin. A hot blush crept into her cheeks as she tried to form a coherent sentence, but it was incredibly difficult to do so. The only thing that came out was a muffled "Umm?" that sounded like something Crabbe or Goyle would mutter on a good day.
Severus' eyes stormed as he tried to figure out why his wife was behaving like a complete imbecile. "I was waiting in the great hall for you and you never arrived!" He gripped her jawlinejaw line, his thumb and finger pressing against her cheeks and his voice sounded slightly softer as he peered into her face. "I couldn't help but be worried. Even your friends didn't know where you were." He paused, " I am so relieved to findsee you safe." placing his right hand on top of hers, on the table. The grip on her chin loosened and instead turned into a soft caress through her hair at the nape of her neck.
Hermione, closed her eyes for a brief moment at the touch of his hand, she could smell his intoxicating herbal-woodsy aroma on his robes. A soft moan escaped her mouth as his hand trailed slowly down her neck and up again. "I am perfectly safe right now." Her voice was breathless and it came out as nothing more than a throaty whisper. In response he tilted his face sideways and a glint of glee appeared in the otherwise calm depths of his eyes. Gently he placed his other hand on the back of her shoulder and pulled her towards him without giving her any more room to move. "Do you know safe I feel, how good you smell? You must know."
Now, she was pressed against the hard wood of the table his warm breathing body touching her own and his breath tickled against her ear as he held her against his chest. Feeling her own heat and desire build, she felt something harden against her belly.
This is… it's his… he is…Oh godessgoddess!
Severus Snape was beginning to feel the effect of his wife projections as her thoughts drifted to places of intense pleasure for her. He felt the way their connection flared to life in ways it had never done before.. She brought out the inner protector, he wanted to keep her safe. Everything about her was soft, warm, and inviting. His velvety voice reverberated quietly through her hair as he pressed his face into the soft shining curls. "I could loose myself in you, Hermione." "I could get lost in your hair." The same emotions he felt at GrimmauldGrimauld place the day the wedding occurred sirgedsurged forward with the force of November gale winds. The passion and the possessiveness welled up inside and it was hard if not impossible to stay detached the way he had always been untouched by his emotions. "She belongs to me, she's mine." His bracelet glowed white hot around his wrist as he pulled her even closer as if wanting to make her understand what she was doing to him, what she was forcing him to let happen.
Looking up into his eyes again she saw the onxyonyx had enflamed with desire, and a hunger was in his eyes like she had never seen before. The necklace was now bright ruby red and began to vibrate and hum against her breast as she inhaled deeply. All in a sudden the pleasing narcotic magic circulated the room, making it difficult to breath and her intellectual mind ground to a halt making it impossible to think one logical thought, pushing nothing but primal emotions to the surface.
Hermione tilted her head to the side giving him all the access he needed. Gently his lips covered hers in a soft caress as if afraid to scare her, afraid she would run away if he proceeded to fast. Lightning bolts cursed through both their bodies from the point where they touched and silently Hermione accepted a legend she had so far rejected, that Slytherin were the best lovers in Hogwarts. ( Insert a kiss here----Pressing her close, he leaned over her looking into her wanting eyes and kissed her passionately. She fell into the kiss deeply, never had she felt such a loving and passionate kiss. She was reaching under his arm to hang on, while pulling off the leather tie that held his hair back causing it to cascade around her face like a sable waterfall.
By instinct her hands began to grip his robes, driven by passion, fumbling with the clasp, they finally fell forming a black pool on the floor. Breaking the kiss slowly, she took on the multitude of buttons of the frock coat, looking Severus in the eyes all the time confirming this was really happening and not another product of her fantasy.. Charming the buttons away didn't seem right, this was a dream she had every night since their weddingday, and each button only heightened her desire by revealing the glorious present in black gift wrap one small bit at a time. Her blood rushed through her veins, throbbing and wet between her legs, and she leaned a bit more against the table, undoing the final button, and pushing his coat onto the floor. She was grateful now that the table was holding her in place because she couldn't have stood any longer if her life depended on it.
Severus Snape felt like he was under a trance, watching his wife takinge delight in the simple task of teasingly undoing his buttons, when all he wanted to do was tois rip off the offending coat. All he could do was send the red Gryffindor robe to join the black Slytherin one on the floor.
"This… is … magic." Severus sounded strained and on the verge of losing control. He began to nuzzle her neck turning the attention of his hands to the sides of her breasts. Somewhere inside he realized Snape realized too late that a spell was cast on the lab, and his wards were ineffective against such ancient magic. With the mental reasoning that remained with passion clouding his judgement, he figured they were under some primoris spell. There was no counter agent or spell, and it was used for both healing and cursing. The spell had to run its course, or they would die. Fear shot through his passion as he considered who he was with, "Merlin, what am I doing."
Pulling her tightly close, he breathed, "Pplease forgive me, Hermione". She whispered haltingly, " Why? --There is-- nothing to --forgive-- here. I want you. I need this. -- Accept this.—Pleaseplease." He groaned not really sure if it was in pleasure or terror as he surrendered to ancient magick far more powerful than anything he had ever experienced before.
And Hermione could indeed feel the pull of the hypnotic magic in the room that reminded her strangely of the vibrations she had felt when she had been transferred to see the scene from Severus' past. Only this time it was far more pleasurable and she couldn't care less if it was all due to magic. She wanted him and by god she would have him right now. Fastening her mouth to his ear she gently bit on the ear lobe making him groan with pleasure again. The spell's effects claimed Severus Snape.
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The headmaster had never been one to pursue political power, he had never wanted to become Minister of Magic despite being offered the job several times. He always believed one's destiny was determined by one's choices. He remained as Headmaster because influencing children earlier, was easier than correcting their mistakes as adults. He shaped the destiny of the wizarding world and had always been proud to watch as children grew to adults and their skills and talents were every time a pleasure to see. Although, he didn't enjoy paperwork or the bureaucracy much he endured it because life had taught him that sometimes patience was a virtue. But right now standing above an enchanted mirror he cursed his life, his role in destiny, and all it had thrown his way in the last few years.
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It is nothing more than rape, Albus. You are no better than his father.
Sighing heavily he turned his face away from the events in the mirror and stared towards the slowly clearing sky as if to look for a sign of wisdom, but as was usual in these situations none was offered. It was his duty, he had repeated that in the last hour over and over again as he tried to believe it with all his might. He didn't want to hurt Severus or Hermione but it had to be done.
When he had heard the prophecy for the first time the name Voldemort had meant nothing to him, he hadn't known Severus Snape at this point in time and Hermione hadn't hadn't even been born. It hadn't meant much to him but he had stored it in his mind all the while knowing that it would be of importance one day, all the while reminding himself of his duty to the wizarding world. It was all clear, really, you couldn't sacrifice a world in exchange for two people, no matter what your feelings were, noand no matter if one of them felt like he was your own son. It would defy all his faith that he had garnered over the years, it would be inhuman.
He knew what was at stake, he knew why he had to do it but that knowledge didn't make it any easier right now. He wished he could talk to Minerva but she had left after her fit this morning to hold a class, and he hadn't dared to tell her about the primoris amplector ardour spell he would start soon. She wouldn't have understood, or approved of using such ancient magic..
Sinking down in his chair he leaned back and closed his eyes. How often had he wished for Tom Riddle never to be born? But somehow he doubted that his life would have been any easier. For once no humming tune was in his mind as he tried to focus on maintaining the spell.
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It was strange how little Severus resembled his father, especially when he was aroused and the passion showed on his face transferring the features into something beautiful, something so filled with life and happiness. BloodwynBloodwen remembered in this second the little dark haired boy she had once viewed from afar, when he had so much of life still ahead of him. Chuckling she averted her eyes from the mirror and focused her gaze onto the sulking ghost of Salazar Slytherin perched on his throne like a king trying with all his might to ignore the sounds of passion from the mirror.
"Tell me Salazar, am I mistaken if I interpret your sullen face as anger?" she asked her voice filled with gleeful irony.
A snort was all the answer she got and chuckling to herself she sat down in her chair, again filled with a feeling of amusement which was very likely uncalled for. This was no silly matter, it wasn't even a simply story of two people falling in love; no, it was about the fate of the wizarding world. These two would for once and for all decide which philosophy would prevail and she was as affected by that as the sulking man perched on his throne.
"What is Albus trying to achieve with this?" BloodwynBloodwen knew Dumbledore was their greatest enemy, he was completely unpredictable , and as usual one of his seemingly senseless acts could prove fatal in the end. But surely Severus would recognize that magic was involved and he would be enraged when the spell faded?
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Her saliva left a wet trail on his naked belly from his very erect nipple to his navel and judging from the state of his erection he was enjoying himself very much. His loud groans and the way in which he had closed his eyes in obvious bliss waswere proof of her excellence in the seduction and bedding of men.
Bellatrix gripped his arms and pinned them above his head all the while teasing him with soft brushes of the skin between her thighs. She smirked at his need, while wrapping his long blond tresses between her fingers, licking the hair like a cat. Letting his hands go for now, his erection quivered and he began to spew the most obscene words as she bentd her head taking him inside her mouth.. Instantly he entangled her hair in his hands and pressed her down on his urgent need. He was close, very close. She could almost taste his precum in her mouth and the wetness intensified between her legs.
"Are you enjoying yourself Lucius?" she whispered silkily still licking the skin on his lower abdomen.
He grunted a heated "Yes." His fingers gripped her hair so intensely that it almost hurt but Bellatrix always enjoyed pain, especially when making love. Not that this matter had much to do with making love, it was a mindless fuck nothing more. Lucius was delicious as usual but not her first choice. That would always be Severus, the only man to reject her in all her years, the only one who had sat on her bed with a bored expression as she had tried to pleasure him.
Angrily she licked her way up until she could suck on his right nipple again as she remembered the moment of her greatest defeat. Lord Voldemort had chuckled when she told him about Severus' lack of reaction. Since then it was her declared goal in life to seduce Severus Snape, the proud potions Master or die trying. Almost bruising Bellatrix gripped the strong shoulders of the still groaning man and left white stripes on his chest where she had tugged her nails into his skin.
Denying him his release for a moment, she positioned her body above him and slid down his hardonhard-on uttering the first moan while letting her hair float down her back. Lucius was always especially delicious and he sure knew how to please her. Feeling the first contractions of her muscles he groaned one last time and erruptederupted into her body.
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Clothing now scattered the lab. Spurred on by the emotions revealed by the spell, Severus bent down and lifted Hermione on top of the lab table. She felt the warm tips of his fingers start at her tummy and trail slowly up to her breasts rubbing softly over them. Returning his urgent kisses she gasped and arched towards him trying to get more of the electrifiyngelectrifying touch bringing such pleasure out of her body, "yes".
"Yes?" he whispered in her ears. He sounded almost teasing as he gently bit down on her lower lip. He could feel her respond passionately to his touch, he wanted her like nothing else on earth. Her hands urgently petting his hair, following the lines it made down his body made his muscles tremble. His hands caressing her every curve, moving his hand towards her sweet spot. Kissing her neck, he slipped his fingers between her legs, she was so smooth, warm, wet, and inviting.
"Severus" she gasped throwing her head back sending sweat soaked curls in all directions. So many emotions running though her head, so many new potent feelings, she couldn't processesprocess it all and tears of joy and love seeped at the edge of amber.so she simply gave herself to the pleasure of loosing control.
Never in her life had she felt such intensity, her feeble dreams could never compare to the reality of now. There was no pain. Her whole body was filled and as she let her hands and lips taste and explore his skin she was pleased to find him covered with goosebumps and sweat as well. Her breathing had quickened and the stone of the necklace burned into her flesh spurring her on in her search for release.
Severus was moving above her and with her, his eyes closed and obviously as lost in their pleasure as she was when she felt a vibration going through her. Her eyes flew open as the most intense feeling gripped her and a groan left her mouth in the same moment as her husband opened his eyes and bored them into hers.
"I love you." he sounded surprised by his own words.
She put her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and closed his mouth with a deep kiss trying to match his words with her actions.
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Her breath has returned to normal as he lifted her naked body and with fast steps crossed the room making a door appear in one of the walls. The paintings and the chandelier watched the scene quietly as Severus left the lab and took a shortcut to his bedroom placing Hermione's light weight on the dark satin sheets as if afraid to break her. Gently he brushed her shiny curls off her face as she snuggled under the covers with some soft sounds of obvious pleasure.
She was tired, he could see that and before he knew what had happened she had tugged his body down next to herself and cuddled in the hollow of his arm all the while muttering quietly. He strained to make out the words and if he wasn't mistaken she was mumbling something along the line of "Never knew they were right about Slytherins". He frowned and considered asking her what she meant but a soft snoring told him she was already asleep. Carefully he breathed a soft kiss on her cheek and closed his eyes for the first time in many years completely content with his life. A second later he had fallen asleep as well not caring that it was afternoon but simply giving in to the temptation.
Oh how sweet. Ain't I nice? I gave them a peaceful moment before all hell breaks loose. This was another difficult chapter to write but the next one will contain a mad Halloween ball, some more Bloodwen action and we have to deal with some other issues. Hope this time the spelling and grammar pleases everyone since the mistakes that were pointed out by some of you were produced by the comments tool in MS Word. As always review. Some more lemons until we reach more dangerous territory. Some of you complained about the lemon parts being too innocent- hope that pleases you. More about the prophecy soon and we are slowly reaching the showdown- whatever that is. I love to be cryptic.