Animal Magnetism

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of the Harry Potter 'Verse. I just like to play with them time to time. Especially Severus.

Chapter 15

-Three hours later-

In the still she grabbed the spelled case where Snape had decided to put her wand to keep her from trouble, knowing she couldn't open it here without alerting someone. It was easy to detach it from the wall with her enhanced strength and sneak it upstairs to the remaining tower. Now she'd reached the decision she was anxious to get it over with. While she still had the courage. Sitting on the cold stone floor, she used a good deal of her energy just trying to break the wards on the box, especially to do it in secret. But finally she held the cool, dark wood in her hands. And she sighed a tired sigh, the aftereffects of the curse with leaving with just enough strength to do what she had to and not much else.

Her fingers curled around the instrument like a devils' snare curled around its prey, and she studied it listlessly as she sat on the floor. "What am I doing?" The answer came back quickly that low hiss, 'Ending it. For your friends. For yourself. For the world.' It was the right thing to do- the responsible thing, even if it went against every instinct she had. Deep in their hearts they had to know that too. She'd seen the truth in their faces after she'd attacked Malfoy. After she almost killed another Slytherin when he'd pulled a dark spell on her in the hall her first week back in the land of the living. She would spare then the burden of AK'ing her. Hermione lifted her trembling arm and pointed the wands tip at her head, the kiss of the metal tip cold on her skin. It wobbled so much she brought her other hand up to steady it.

Jamming her eyes hut, her lips began to move. "You're going to make a horrible mess up here." She gasped and her head snapped around. There was a flash of movement as the wand was shot out of her hand by a gust of wind. It clattered to the floor several feet away. Heart hammering, she eyed the man filling the doorway. "How did you find me?" Snape thumbed his pocket, the gesture somewhat weary, "You were sneaky enough, but after I passed your room to find you missing Potter gave me this interesting piece of parchment that let me locate you." She mutely shook her head. Traitorous map. Traitorous friends for sending him to get her. He chuckled, "I'm sure you're disappointed to find me here. Didn't miss me I take it?" "No," she snapped, her lips burning in memory of that kiss, refuting her words.

Her gaze shifted to the wand. "I can't let you harm yourself." His words rang ominously. He stepped fully into the room, his shadow falling over her. His dark gaze slid over her bare legs splayed on the stone. The air thickened. A ripple of awareness crossed between them and she watched the shining centers of his eyes dilate. The pulse at his neck beat faster. Their gazes locked. A loud drumbeat filled her ears. His heart. She knew it was impossible to hear the pounding heart across a few feet, but she was certain. It was. He advanced, yanking her to her feet. Her heart contracted at the sexy tilt of his lips even though she knew it was mocking her physical reaction to him.

"If there was harm I wouldn't have felt it long," she rasped, trying to jerk her arm back without success. Fury choked her, yet a small thread of relief niggled behind it. His eyes glittered in the dark room, his tall, lean figure lined with the moonlight spilling through the one window. "Never took you for the cowardly type." With a ragged cry, she flung herself at him over the remaining few inches, beating his chest, arms, anything her fists made contact with. For once she was oblivious to the feel of his body against hers. He had no idea how much strength of will it took for her to just lift that wand to her own head. No idea how much she wanted to survive inside. Especially because it felt as if she had never truly lived before she touched him, kissed him. Before she'd been… infected.

It had taken every once of courage she had to lift it, every drop of love in her heart… for her friends. "Damn you," she hissed, hot tears pricking her eyes. He grappled for her flailing hands. Giving up, he folded her into his arms and jerked her against him, chest to heaving chest. She struggled until they both fell back down. "Why are you doing this?" she cried, the floor cold and unforgiving beneath her. "If you can't do it, just let-" He silenced her with a hard kiss. She tasted blood. Her own, as hard as his pressed against hers. But that's not what made her push away. "I'm not some subject of pity or an outlet for some twisted fantasy that you can just discard," irony since she'd thus used others, "Don't toy with me like I'm nothing, like I'm-"

Apparently he was indulging her because he repeated his previous actions savagely, tightening his hold on her so she couldn't escape again. The beast in her purred and the rest of her went limp in surrender. She was helpless to her desire, to the needs he roused in her. Her arms snaked around his neck, his skin warm and supple beneath her arms. He ravaged her mouth, never breaking the kiss as he swung her into his arms and portkeyed them to his room. The mix of pleasure and pain was a heady aphrodisiac and she didn't even notice as he carried her to the bed, covering her with his hard body as his mouth simply devoured hers.

His hands moved over her roughly, swift and feverish, never breaking the kiss as he wandlessly and wordlessly made her clothes disappear too. Then he was everywhere. Her breasts, her hips, seizing her bottom in his hands to pull her against him and grind his erection against her. Hungry, starved for the taste of him, she slid down his body and straddled his thighs. Never taking her eyes off him, she dipped her head and closed her lips around his thick shaft curiously. Tongue swirling around the plump head, she sucked, delighting as he involuntarily spasmed, surging off the bed and thrusting deeper into her mouth. Groaning, his hands fisted in her hair as he worked his hips.

She sucked harder, twisting and turning her tongue over the delicious length of him, salty and warm, telling herself it was just the beast in her that needed the taste of his flesh. That it was only the vampire blood infusing her, replacing her own, that fed off his pleasure as much as the energy and power. That it was only that part of her that bade her to employ her teeth to drive him crazy as well, that implied threat of pain on pleasure erotic. With a growl, he wrenched away and tossed her on her back, his mouth claiming hers again as he impaled her in one hard thrust. Hermione screamed at the engorged heat filling her.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging his head back so that she could kiss his arched neck, licking and nipping at the tendons stretched taught along his exposed throat. It drew a bit of blood and she lapped it up as she used her tongue to sooth the scratch. He groaned, a deep animal sounds of need. Pulling backward, Snape drove into her again, the force sinking her deep into the mattress. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his warm chest. His heart thumped beneath her palm, a distant drum that echoed the pounding of her own pulse. Those black eyes burned with an intensity that stole her breath- partially because she knew hers glowed too, and the image of her reflected there awed her.

His hands carried their own special brand, singing her cheeks where he held her face and better angled her mouth for his questing tongue. Her flesh rippled with heightened sensation as he dragged himself in and out of her. Magic clouded the air and waves of searing heat flowed through her like roiling lava. Her hands fell limply beside her head and she whimpered, beyond pleasure, beyond pain. It was the most incredible feeling she'd had in her entire life- in both lives. It blew everything, every one else way out of the water. He grabbed hold of one leg, his hand a searing band behind her knee as he stretched her leg back, angling for deeper penetration.

Her head flew off the pillow, a shuddering cry rising from deep in her chest that was more like a hoarse scream. She groaned, her skin burning, the ache in her belly twisting tighter. Each thrust left her writhing beneath him more. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, his back, his buttocks, the extended nails leaving scratches she knew only added to the fun. She moved wildly, searching, aching for the building climax. Severus grabbed her hands, trapping them on the pillow on either side of her head. His fingers laced through hers and it touched her far deeper than… the lower connection. Palm to palm, their gazes locked, his eyes gleaming down at her knowingly, it was almost spiritual. His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Intense. She tilted her hips, shifting beneath him, trying to get closer, trying to take more. He wrapped an arm around her waist. In one fluid motion, he flipped her so she sat on top.

"Go on," he ordered commandingly, fingers now digging into her hips, urging her to move. "Ride me." She didn't wait for another invitation. Instinct took over and she rode him hard, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. Whimpering, she dropped her head and worked her hips furiously, laboring until a fine sheen of perspiration coated both of them. Her hips never ceased their frenzied dance, bucking and rollicking. She took him in and out of her in hard, rapid-fire pumps. The pressure increased, building. He swiped the hair from her face and dragged her mouth down for a bruising kiss. Every muscle in her body suddenly tightened and contracted. She tore her mouth away and cried as shudders wracked her, instead sinking her teeth back into his neck to drink from him.

She drank of his passion, his pain, his hate, and his… affection. She drank in his desires and his fears, his strengths and his weaknesses. And only when she felt him physically falter did she ease up, ecstasy taking her soaring over that final precipice. Arched over him she stilled, her hands slippery where they clutched his chest. His hands circled her waist and he bucked beneath her, thrusting several more times. His groan thundered through him into her. Panting, she collapsed against him, never happier at that moment to be alive. Not wanting to spoil it with words, she just kissed him softly. It seemed only fitting their first time be like this- rough and dark as vengeance but coming to a sweet finish. In the seconds between murmuring a cleaning spell and drifting of, she didn't worry about what came next. Or that it couldn't last. She just savored it.

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The mercury of his climax filled her anew with a sense of liquid, burning fire. She was mere seconds behind, teeth clamping over his neck, drawing his saccharine blood inside her body and setting off the cataclysmic reaction. The beast inside her purred her satisfaction, glowing golden eyes seeming to peer out at her from behind the veil. 'Mine. Forever.'