Chapter 37: Vows Of The Unbreakable Nature
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Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...
Heavy rain had been coming down for the past few days. Severus Snape stood in the center of his impoverish sitting room of his family home in the muggle world. Much to his chargin he wasn't alone in this house which held so many bitter memories for him. Hermione had gone to her parents house for the summer and everything seemed to quiet in the wizarding world at least for a moment. The calm before the metaphorical storm that was brewing with both sides locked in a stalemate for control. It was no secret that Snape would be the ideal game changer. His position as Spy for both the Order of Phoenix and The Dark Lord practically guaranteed this outcome. As predicted Draco was chosen to carry out the dark deed of killing Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. Lucius was rotting away in Azkaban powerless to help his fearful wife and soon to be doomed child. Malfoy Manor was overrun with The Dark Lord and his followers. Narcissa had only one ace in the hole as far as where the war was headed. Her sister kept the more sickly death eaters from her when Draco had been away at Hogwarts but it would only last so long. She needed a truly powerful ally and there was none more qualified than Severus Snape to save her boy.
He was the token spy, close to both Draco and Dumbledore.
He was the best friend of Lucius and a genuine member of the family despite not many people knowing the truth of their relationship. A boon to her situation if there ever was one.
As predicted they came to him. Narcissa in her desperation and vulnerability, Bellatrix in her protective harpy kind of way. He stood in the center of his sitting room as Bellatrix circled around him like a vulture zeroing in on it's prey. Her words in direct hisses that sent various shots of longing to the dour wizard's groin.
He knew who and what he really was.
He needed no illusions to the contrary.
And that is all Hermione Granger had been.
An illusion.
So what if he lost her.
So what if she hated him like everyone else.
So what if her warm amber eyes turned cold and her beautiful young face contorted in disgust at the mention of his name.
So what if he could never again her hear moan in the throes of passion as he drove greedily into her warm slender form.
He was never suppose to know her in this way.
He was never suppose to fall for her charms.
He was never supposed to love her.
It had been why he was chosen, because he couldn't love. Because love eluded him even in the most basic moments of human existence. His own parents despised him. His father beat him constantly while his mother allowed it until she found her own release in death not even giving a single thought to how he would feel being an orphan.
Forever the unwanted until someone else needed what he could provide. Be it a spy, a loyal follower, a Potion, or a willing cock to see some lonely witch through the night.
No.
He needed no illusions.
He knew exactly who and what he was.
With this new grip on self-awareness, he stood with Narcissa and said the words everyone wanted to hear.
"I Will." he let out in his usual deep baritone drawl.
At the completion of the vow, Narcissa kissed him upon the lips. Her tear stained cheeks brushing against his sallow pale ones. Bellatrix approached him her dark eyes seeming to contemplate for a moment or two before she circled around him once more this time standing behind him as she gripped his surprisingly half-erect cock through his ebony trousers.
"See you soon." she whispered in a low hiss.
Snape simply stood like a stone carving as she slipped her hand from him and ventured out the door with her younger sister, both now significantly more relaxed now that Snape was on board to save Draco. No sooner had they left, Snape expelled Worm-tail from his house and warded the windows and doors.
His mood blackened as he felt the coldness seep into his very being once again.
He knew who and what he was.
A murder, a thief, a bastard by all accounts, a weak and repressed man who knew no love only what it felt like to be used by any and everyone. He knew his place perhaps more than anyone. He was simply a glorified corpse biding his time before the grave would be filled with his useless unlovable form.
Snape made it a point to enjoy his firewhiskey that night as thought of Hermione turning against him plagued his already crowded mind. He did not note the tears that fell from his sallow pale cheeks.
"This is what I get." he said aloud to no one in particular. "Love is nothing more than a foolish sentiment."
With a sigh he poured himself another glass of firewhiskey.
The Granger Residence, Muggle World...
Hermione had been asleep when she heard the sound of someone trying to get her attention. Perhaps casting small pebbles at what may or may not be her bedroom window was a corny gesture at best but it was all Severus could think to do short of storming her house and waving his wand around until he found her. Of course the bushy haired witch had been less than thrilled when she had come down stairs and found her husband dressed rather inconspicuously in muggle clothes with glossy obsidian eyes and a bit of a sway in his posture. She let him in through the kitchen determined to get to the bottom of this unannounced visit.
"Severus?" said Hermione both outraged and surprised but in a low tone so as not to awaken her sleeping parents. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I c-c-ca-me f-for my-y w-wi-fe." he said slurring.
Hermione sighed.
"You cannot be serious." she said still managing to keep her voice down.
She knew kicking him out wasn't an option and she wasn't well-versed in apparation with a drunken wizard. She hardly knew how to keep herself from splinching when traveling in that fashion. Snape had his hands in the pockets of his black muggle jeans. He had a black baseball cap pulled over his lengthy raven locks an old hooded sweatshirt which had been of course also black right along with equally back trainers.
The young witch shook her head at the sorry and pitiful sight standing before her in the form of Severus Snape. It was clear that whatever was happening was starting to get to him because he was quite drunk and seemingly desperate to see her if he dressed in muggle attire and ventured to her parents house in the middle of the night.
"My parents cannot find out that you're here." she said in a near whisper.
"M-MOM-MY A-A-AN-DD D-DAD-Y A-ARE H-HERE!?" shouted a drunken Snape.
Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm on him and pulled him up toward her bedroom before her no doubt rousing parents came to investigate the noise from the kitchen.
Hermione's Bedroom, The Granger Residence, Hogwarts...
Snape smirked drunkenly as Hermione cast further silencing charms and fell back onto the bed as soon as she pushed him inside. He must have been a lot more drunk than she realized as Snape fell asleep as soon as his head hit her plush white pillow. He had not even had time to inquire after or poke fun of her "pretty pink princess" room decor. She realized that it was for the best since she had not had much of a chance to change it prior to going to Hogwarts and having her days filled with fretting about Voldemort and his hatred toward Muggle-borns.
Resigned to having to share her childhood bed with her drunken Potion Professor husband, Hermione climbed into it only after enlarging it just enough with magic so that he wouldn't roll out of it and fall to the floor. She heard her parents investigating the noise from the kitchen and pretended to be asleep. They heard nothing further and guessed that it might have been a neighbor's t.v. or something.
Snape had been quite uncomfortable in his muggle attire as he slept. Hermione knew from experience that he liked to sleep naked if at all possible but she had not been comfortable being in bed with her naked husband when her parents had only been a few feet away in their respective bedroom. As the bushy haired witch slept, Snape spelled off his constricting attire and scooted closer to his sleeping wife.
Neither one of them knew how it happened, but soon Hermione's legs were wrapped around his waist and he was thrusting deep into her warmth as if his life depended upon it. The headboard of her white wood worked bed beat against the pretty pink wall above their heads as Snape continued to barrel into his young wife who arched to meet his violent thrusts.
"Severus." said Hermione opening her eyes amazed at the sensations running rampant through her slender writhing body.
"Hermione." said Snape opening his eyes as well.
Both had been surprised at their sleep induced behavior but neither was of a mind to put a stop to it. It had been a long summer and they had well and truly missed each other it seemed.
Reaching his end Snape released deep into the willing witch who had been glad she put up quite a few silencing charms before she had climbed into bed with her husband. At least she didn't have to deal with her parents asking questions about the pleasured filled screams and the beating of the headboard coming from her bedroom.
Snape thrust his way through his release and shivered at the end of hers.
Hermione kissed him passionately knowing all too well that he would pull away and leave her wanting him. To her surprise this wasn't the case. Snape had been of the mind to stay buried within the young Gryffindor witch's warmth as long as possible.
"I missed you." said Hermione still showering him with kisses.
Snape sighed taking in the scent and warmth of his young wife. In a matter of time she would not want to be anywhere near him. He made it a point to compute this experience to memory to see him through the coming dark days.
"I missed you as well." he said having regained himself from his drunkenness.
"I can't wait until were back at Hogwarts." said Hermione with a sigh. "I missed having you in bed with me."
"Well, I suppose that I could have done worse in the form of a bed warmer." said Snape with a weary smirk.
Hermione smacked him playfully on the arm.
"Git." she said giggling.
"Careful Granger." said Snape shifting his hips and making her moan in the process. "Remember who's still inside of you."
Biting back another moan as he shifted once more, Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"It's Snape." she replied. "I am still your wife in case you have forgotten."
Snape shifted again feeling his erection start to build. He pulled out of the writhing witch but continued to press his body against hers. She let out a whimper at the loss of contact.
"I know exactly who you are." he said in low growl as he bit the exposed flesh of her neck. "Mrs. Snape."
Hermione let out another moan obviously too preoccupied by pleasure to be mortified that she was being bedded inside her childhood bedroom with her parents so close and emanate danger of a possible death eater raid in the near future looming over her. At the moment all she had been concerned with was her moody, highly intelligent, husband who was sending shock waves of absolute bliss through her as he shifted his until he once again filled her warmth with his new found erection.
Snape let out a hiss and kissed her passionately.
He knew this would be the last time.
She would never again allow him to touch her.
To kiss her.
To drive her into madness with his unhinged ardor.
"Hermione." said Snape in a broken tone that she could have easily attributed to the effect of their love making. "I-I love you."
"I love you too, Severus." came her reply.
He took her a few more times possibly for good measure before he climbed out of her bedroom window just before daybreak in a bid to avoid her parents. He made his way back to Spinner's End and drank down yet another glass of firewhiskey.
It was time to go back to Hogwarts.
Time to play his part in this grand theatrical play of endless death and anguish.
Time to kill Albus Dumbledore. Not for vengeance or to save the lives of the wizarding world's oppressed. Not even to take a stand in the coming war. No. He would kill Albus for the simply reason that everyone asked him to. Because he was the only one who could.