A rough fingertip gently caressed the side of her face. "Miss Granger…come back to me…" The voice's owner leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "Noli abire," he breathed, tenderly touching her closed eyelids. "Please don't go."
Hermione sucked in a great heaving breath, her back coming up off the table. The Death Eater slid an arm underneath and raised her up, positioning himself behind her and straddling the narrow slab so that her back rested against his hard chest.
"Deep breaths, yes, that's it," he crooned, rubbing her bare arms slowly. "Open your lungs. No, don't speak yet, little know-it-all. We have time for such things later." He handed her a glass of water.
Hermione had the presence of mind to sniff the clear liquid before taking a drink, but she needn't have worried; she coughed up most of what she drank. Snape leaned her forward, one hand lightly patting her back while his other arm supported her weight.
"Bring it up, Miss Granger. That's it, cough out the death."
After coughing for what seemed like an hour, Hermione leaned back against her benefactor, exhausted. "Where," she wheezed, taking small sips of water to help her throat, "are we, Professor?"
A large hand took her empty water glass and summoned a filled one after banishing what she had expelled from her lungs. "I am not your Professor, Miss Granger. As for our location, we are in the basement of my family home."
Time stopped for Hermione as the memory of the last few months slammed into her. Her hands went slack, and the glass of water fell and shattered in slow motion.
Hermione struggled to be free of her Death Eater captor, but he would have none of it. He easily overpowered her, carrying her upstairs while she beat her fists on his chest uselessly, her body too weak to hurt him.
They ended up in an upstairs bedroom.
Snape placed Hermione on a soft bed with curtains on all sides. He divested them both of their clothes and crawled under the blankets with her, drawing the curtains closed. They were plunged into darkness for a brief moment until a single floating candle lit itself near the ceiling, casting light and shadows over the both of them.
Hermione pulled the covers to her chin. "Please, Professor, please don't do this."
A pained expression crossed the Death Eater's face. "I am not your Professor, Miss Granger, nor will I hurt you." He reached out a hand but snatched it back when Hermione cringed. "Miss Granger, please. I have to use my Lorem Ingenium to help you."
His tactic worked; nothing could cut through Hermione Granger's fear like offhand mention of something she didn't know. She stopped shaking, and her brown eyes peered over the top of the blanket.
"What is a 'Lorem Ingenium?' Is it some sort of arcane spell? What branch of magic is it in?"
Snape reached over and touched her forehead and nose with gentle fingers. "Some wizards and witches are born with a Lorem Ingenium. It means 'core talent.'"
Righteous indignation flooded through her. She dropped the blanket down to where it covered her breasts and turned to face her bed partner, resting her head on a bent arm. "The manner of a person's birth or their lineage has no bearing on their worth as a witch or wizard!"
"Some wizards and witches are born with a particular gift, a knack for something, a core talent." Smiling to himself, Snape drew his fingers down her exposed neck. "And it has nothing to do with your bloodline."
Hermione shivered as she broke out in goose bumps from Snape's hand on her neck. Gathering her Gryffindor courage, she looked the Death Eater in the eye. "And what is your core talent?"
His fingers traced her collar bone. "The Lorem Ingenium always gives its owners a striking appearance, often connected to their particular talent." He noted her lack of fear and scooted over, his face very close to hers. "Look at me, Miss Granger." His breath was warm and sweet. "What is my core talent?"
She drew in a shuddering breath. "I…I would guess an affinity for the Dark Arts."
The Death Eater smiled. "Ten points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger," and then he kissed her.
Hermione had never felt anything like it. Electric shocks ran from her lips to her groin, and her blood sang with dark whispers. She tried to resist, to hold out against the Death Eater's seduction, but it was pointless in the end; his magic was simply too strong.
Snape crawled under the blanket with her, his gentle hands and knowing fingers caressing her breasts and tweaking their hard nipples. "I was in your mind for months, Miss Granger," he purred. "I know every inch of you, inside and out." He reached down and brushed a hand through the damp curls on her pubis. "I know every wish, every desire, and every fear."
Tendrils of dark energy reached out from the Death Eater and reverently touched Hermione's skin, light as a feather in some places and confidently firm in others. They worshiped her skin, setting her blood on fire.
She was so distracted she didn't notice Severus move and settle between her open legs. Hermione tried to close herself to him, but he held her in place.
"Let me worship you, My Lady." He increased the magic of his spell, his words echoing slightly, the reverberation of his voice a living thing that crawled into her most sensitive areas. "Let me taste your sacred oils."
Hermione was lost. She opened her legs for him, whimpering only slightly when his thumbs opened her core. His pebbled tongue gently parted her folds, the tip barely grazing her clit. Drops of honey landed on his chin, and Snape laughed sinfully. "Well done, Miss Granger."
Approval; the very thing she had always craved from this harshest of taskmasters. She ground her hips upwards, begging with her body. "More, Professor. Please…"
Snape licked harder and faster, scraping her slick flesh as he spoke. "My…name…is…Sev…er…us…" He sucked her clit into his mouth and bore down on it, caressing every square millimeter of its surface with his lips and tongue.
Her orgasm was devastating. Her head flung itself back as she screamed, her core pouring out honey as Snape's dark energy pulsed in her veins. She thrashed, her hips bucking on their own, but Snape held her down, his talented mouth swallowing every drop of fluid she blessed him with.
Hermione reached for the Death Eater who had her enthralled. "I'm so empty; please, I need you…"
Hermione pulled her knees to her chest, nearly sobbing with need. Snape slithered up her body until the tip of his erection nudged into her core. He pushed all the way in, his dark energy parting her hymen to make way for his rock-hard length.
Stars bloomed in Hermione's vision, and she could barely breathe as pleasure consumed her. Dark energy burned in her bones and nerves, setting her very soul on fire with passion.
Snape rocked in and out of Hermione's young body, each stroke bringing her closer to the precipice. He pinned her ankles to the bed, delving deep into her core, molding her flesh to his. "Be with me," he chanted, his hips snapping in rhythm. He plunged her depths until she could finally take no more.
Tingles rose from her toes up to her pinned ankles, leaving fire in their wake as they made their way up to her knees and thighs. The same tingles spread out and downward from her chest to her arms and breasts, and when the two waves of sensation met at her hips, her cunt exploded, bathing Snape's tight balls. Hermione's channel contracted tightly, relaxed, and contracted over and over again, her virgin flesh milking his cock.
With a broken howl, Snape became rigid as stone. His face and chest flushed, and fireworks erupted in his balls. He grunted and growled as he shot his lust into his former student, his anal muscles contracting in excruciating pleasure.
Snape looked deep into Hermione's eyes and summoned the last bit of energy he had. "My time here grows short. I must go back into your mind." He kissed her reverently, taking sips from her dazed mouth. "No matter what happens, please remember that in the human soul, the greatest darkness and the greatest love come from the same source."
He moved away from Hermione, massaging the muscles of her legs. "You have to take me back, for I cannot stand to live only in your mind, never touching you this way again." He gently touched her cheek. "I am Snape; I am Severus; I am the Death Eater; I am Snivellus." He kissed her one last time, his lips resting on hers for a desperate moment. "Please don't send me away. Please don't be like Lily." He vanished in a cloud of black dust that settled on Hermione's sweaty body.
Deciding that the thing she needed right that moment was a shower, Hermione got up in search of the bathroom. When she found it, she gathered what towels and soap she could find and made for the tub. She passed the mirror above the sink, glanced in, and froze.
She wasn't stunned by her bruises or messy hair (she had expected both); she was shocked by her eyes. Her brown irises had turned black as coal, the very same shade as her Professor's.
Take me back, My Lady. Please, let me love you.