FIC: Restricted Passion (Part 2)
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sshg_smutTitle: Restricted Passion (Part 2)
Author: Anonymous for now
Summary: Irma Pince refuses to work alongside the Carrow siblings. Severus has to tailor make an advert to appeal to a certain Muggleborn. When the Dark Lord finds out, he agrees with his choice of Headmaster's decision, but makes sure Severus adds stipulations. What neither expect, however, is to fall in love.
Prompter: ragwort_moth
Prompt: Madame Pince retires, and Hermione applies for the librarian position. Headmaster Snape agrees to hire her...but only on a few conditions. (And I don’t care what those conditions are, as long as they are really smutty!)
Warnings/Content: Implied!Rape; Attempted Rape, May/December relationship, Masturbation, Objectification, Sexual molestation.
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After The Holidays
Severus hated it when the children returned from holiday. This time he dreaded it more so than ever. The dwindling population was disheartening. This, he grimaced, this is HIS vision? Oh Lily, why did I not listen to you? Did you know? He heaved a sigh, at least the boys had the sword and destroyed one part of him. It happened whilst Hermione was in that maniac's bed.
The effect scared Hermione, for Voldemort convulsed in agony for what seemed like hours before gulping in heavy breaths of air and settling his sweat soaked body beside her. Not that Hermione wished or desired to be where she was. She followed Severus advice to the letter. She was the silent sheep following him. Even when he thrust her against the wall to unleash his arsenal of passions and hexes at her there was nothing she would say that did not sound like a Clanger. Not that Tom Riddle would know what Clangers were.
She sat there, pale but elegantly poised, between him and Amycus. Alecto grabbed Snape's hand and smirked evilly.
“This is the last term for many of you. NEWTS are but a short step away towards a glittering future. However, one has her NEWT scores in my hand. Madam Granger, Rise.” Hermione did so and turned to face the Headmaster as he offered her a long thick scroll. “Your scores. Tap the parchment – I want the whole school to see what can be done...”
Hermione took a sigh – deep breath – she took the scroll and tapped the wand against the seal and it unrolled. Once she did so she tapped the parchment. The scores stood in Green, Yellow, Blue and Red flames.
“These are the scores of Hermione Jean Granger – Muggleborn – Gryffindor.
ANCIENT RUNES: O (95%) - Grasps the most basics of all Runic languages and made some interesting spells with them. Will be on the look out for her skills in this area.
ARITHMANCY: O (1OO%) - She went through the calculations like no one we have ever seen. She can be an amazing Arithmancer. The variables she could work out will help in so many fields.
CHARMS: O (100%) - Not only were her theories original and flawlessly argued, her spell work was artwork in itself. I daresay, given encouragement, she could become a powerful witch.
DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS: HIGH E (75%) - Her answers were neat, concise and her use of references to real life situations and realisation that Dark does not necessarily mean evil, her practical let her down but that was due to the only physical education received at Hogwarts is for Quidditch. Training routines should become the norm. However, in the short space she had to prepare this in she managed to overcome her basic fears. Her Patronus was first rate!
HERBOLOGY: Low O (55%) - She must have elementary knowledge in this; flowers and our own herbs are vital to curing and some spell work, but her fingers are lacking that green element needed to be a true Herbalist. However, we understand the constraints around her situation. Miss Granger could become one if she so desired or had the right tutor.
HISTORY OF MAGIC: O (80%) - How she crammed all the information on the Goblin Wars, Founders, Mermaids Council, that takes an amazingly intricate brain. Her answers were not Ministry approved, however, they were not wrong.
MUGGLE STUDIES: LOW O (52%) - Suspecting she is from actual Muggles I would have thought she was better than this in knowledge of her own world.
POTIONS: O (1OO%) - Well, this was not a surprise to those of us who were lucky to be in the same room as her and watch her flawlessly make the three different potions we asked. She executed them all well and did so without burning herself which is always a plus. She also showed us different ways of chopping and preparing certain ingredients which we have only seen one other student do. Her knowledge on the properties of all herbs and ingredients was incredible. She could easily become a Mistress with the right training. She'd need to expand her creativity but this was amazing.
TRANSFIGURATION: O (100%) - WHAT CAN WE SAY? Except that this is the best we have seen yet. Not in all our combined years of 437 have we seen a witch as young as her, as fast as her – achieve status of Registered ANIMAGUS! A must to become a Master or Mistress of the craft. She did not even remember to use her wand, just looked at the object and it changed to what we wanted it to. This is the most amazing work. I am sure this Witch has a bright future ahead of her!
TOTALS:
SIX HIGH OUTSTANDINGS
TWO LOW OUTSTANDINGS
ONE LOW EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS
This Witch is the one that we shall set the example for the others of her year. She really took it all in her stride. Her picture will be going in the Hall of Fame.”
Hermione blushed when she realised everyone was looking at her: “Welcome to the now legalised Witch Madam Hermione Granger – with 9 NEWTS of high scores! Now, why not show the school your Animagus,” Minerva stood up and led her around the staff table.
“How I wish this day did not have to come,” tears fell down Minerva's cheek, “I wish it for all of you. To be able to remain as children.”
Hermione hugged her Mentor and Minerva sat back on the bench. With a deep breath, Hermione relaxed her muscles. Entered into a trance like state. Her form was one of speculation amongst the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. The nasty girls all thought she would turn into a worm. The friendlier ones were hoping for a cat like Minerva, or lap dog.
They watched, awestruck as Hermione's hand turned into a light grey paw. Then she dropped on all fours, the other paw showed an intricate black webbing amongst sandy and white fur. Long thick lines grew and entwined around the legs. Her body had become longer. Her tail thickened and grew along with matching sandy, ginger and black stripes fading into a fluffy silver tip.
Her face though had all boys interested and all girls drooling – thin black stripes in the shape of Hermione's curls, framed her features and top of the head. Her brown eyes focussed on a little first year Slytherin by the name of Hilda. Hilda gulped but sat still as Hermione padded her way to the little girl. She sat on her haunches laying her head in the girls lap and looked up at with a dopey expression on her face causing the girl to giggle. Severus realised then, that this witch was his, and he would live to see her with him.
“You're beautiful, when I grow up I want to be just like you!” she whispered scratching behind Hermione's fluffy ears.
Hermione purred at this and then padded her way back round the staff table and re-shaped herself to Hermione Granger to a big round of applause, Hilda doing the best she could to be as loud as possible.
“If that is not incentive to do well in at least charms and Transfiguration I do not know what is my little witch!” purred Severus in her ear.
Hermione turned to the dour looking Headmaster. She was about to call him on the 'my' part of his statement but Filch rushed in looking afraid.
“What is it, Filch?”
Alecto rolled her eyes and took smug satisfaction in being able to cast the charm where he could not: “Student Missing. Miss Lovegood!”
Ginny turned to the Ravenclaw table and then at Neville. Oh how could they have been so selfish and stupid? Neville wanted to spend time with a mysterious girlfriend, and Ginny wanted to mope about Harry. Why did they not stay with someone who was supposed to be their close friend? Hermione would have their heads and now seeing her in her Animagus form, the red head was not sure if that would be literal. Over the last term Hermione was especially protective of Luna Lovegood.
“Ugh, Neville – now I am never going to sleep!” Ginny sighed.
“Don't worry, I am sure she is in the Forbidden Forest...”
“I caught her without shoes as far as Hagrid's hut – but not in the Forbidden Forest!”
Hermione had managed to make it to Ginny. Now the Weasley girl was terrified.
“A word, Ginny,” she said coldly.
With that Hermione walked towards her offices next to the Library. A pair of Weasley's Extendable Ears affixed to the wall and her desk. Piles of parchments to sort through for students to order from other wizard schools and institutions, including Malfoy Manor; Châteaux Lestrange, Weeden-Nott Hall and other Pureblood residences. She sat on a comfortable leather swing chair – Ginny was perched on a creaky wooden seat glaring around the office Hermione inhabited between the mystic hours of after Dinner and Curfew.
“What was the DA creed, Ginny?” she asked coldly.
“To not let one another out of your sight.”
“The other...?”
“Constant Vigilance.”
Hermione rubbed her fingertips around her temples: “It is a good thing I cannot communicate to Harry and Ron at the moment. The last letter I got, Ron was somewhat scared for all of us, Harry, however, specifically mentioned you, Luna and I. In that specific order!”
Ginny glanced up and tears threatened to dirty her pale face: “I am sorry I was so depressed over not seeing my brother and Harry. No Quidditch and I was worried about you as you were with...” she clapped a hand over her mouth – she had promised not to tell Hermione she knew what her Christmas and New Years would consist of.
“I was with...” Ginny gulped. Hermione was giving her a cold hard look. The one that had pupils knees knocking in fear. The scowl of Authority.
“Okay, I knew where you were going this Christmas and what you were doing. I wanted to slaughter him in his sleep but...”
“So you tried to steal the sword in the hopes I could?”
“Yeah, seeing as how you are against Divination.”
“You think I would be that stupid to attempt murder on a Dark Lord with all his cronies surrounding me?”
“I just did not want what happened to me to happen to you and neither did Headmaster...”
Hermione's eyes widened at that one: “Since when did you respect Professor Snape so much?”
Ginny fidgeted in her seat: “Since he told me the truth.”
“What is the truth?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. Ginny sighed. “Remember, I have ears on the walls...” she tapped her friends brothers products.
“Fine, he told me that he was asked to kill Dumbledore, that he tried to get out of doing it. He wanted someone to know but Dumbledore thought it was too risky. Snape was meant to become the most Hated Wizard in the world.”
Hermione's eyes narrowed. “Dumbledore. Thought. That. Snape. Should. Be. come. The. Most. Hated. Wizard. In. The. World?” she forced it out, each word tasted like bile in her throat.
“Yes,” Ginny said in a small voice.
“You may leave, 30 points off Gryffindor for dereliction to duty!”
Hermione said it so coldly, Ginny shivered and scurried out of the office a pale mess of palpitations and tears. Hermione was about to grab a headache potion but saw Filch walk in.
“I knows she was a friends of yers,” he sighed. “I ope she's found, she used ter talk ter me like I meant sumfink.”
Slowly, Hermione walked up to the Caretaker and smiled as she reached him she opened her arms. Filch stepped into them and they shared a brief but awkward hug before they separated.
“That is because you are,” she said warmly. “How is Irma?”
“We're waitin' till the war but we wants you to be our bridesmaid!”
Hermione squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek causing the caustic man to blush.
“Congratulations and of course I will be...” she stopped when she saw Amycus Carrow standing there.
“On with your chores squib!” he sneered. “Leave proper Witches alone, would you!”
Scowling to herself Hermione remained outwardly stoic. She walked back to her desk and began looking through books that students wished to borrow or bought in for good. Some she was impressed with.
She looked up and Amycus was still there. When she noticed him, he grinned. With ease he swept into the office and clicked the door shut behind him. Silently muttering warding charms so even the Headmaster could not interrupt him.
“Now,” he said – his rich deep voice was scarier than Snapes. Severus held a silken quality to it that leant it a rich coffee texture. This man sounded like he was recovering from a chest infection. “You are a proper Witch now are we not?”
Hermione fumed but refused to show her fear as she signed tickets. Wrote out acquiescence letters, as well as replies to ones that had been accepted but needed the final payment to cover lending fees. Hermione wished his presence could not be felt but the office was like a cupboard. Amycus perched on the edge of her oak desk and began tapping his nails against the wood. He leant down, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Not that I am tempted,” she snapped. “I have work to do, do you also not have lessons to plan?”
Amycus laughed as he pressed his nose to her cheek, he flickered his tongue in and out, tasting her face. She was disgusted but decided to quietly set the secret pairs of ears she had going. Ones that led to the Gryffindor Common Rooms, so that someone could hear and get Severus.
“I am tired and this needs,” she tried to shrug his heavy hand off her shoulder but she did not expect his hold to be that tight – fingers dug in her shoulder – she winced but tried to ignore him.
“I need,” he whispered in her ear. “I need you,” he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck to the clothed juncture of her shoulder. He nipped her to spite the cloth barrier to her flesh. “Need you, Witch,” to emphasise the point he picked up one of her small hands and forced her to stroke his erection. “Reckon you see, good enough for my Lord, you're good enough for the rest of us!”
Suddenly she found herself lifted off her chair in a levitation charm and he controlled the spell on her until she bumped against the wall. He placed a sticking charm so she was hanging like a life-like painting. She was afraid now. Amycus was just waiting for his chance.
“I always had a thing for librarians. Sumfin about their imperial authority does things to me.”
Gulping down her saliva so she could speak she was about to plead for him to let her go but he was already unbuckling his belt. She looked down at his penis and resisted sneering. Severus was a perfect 8 and she almost had that monster inside her. Amycus was a baby compared. However, his would be thrust into a dry hole. That would hurt no matter how small. After he stepped out of his trousers he walked up to her and lifted the skirts of her robes up and tied them at her waist and vanished her underwear.
“This won't be satisfaction, Amycus, just a mere panacea. I won't be giving you anything!”
“I don't mind taking!” he sneered as he saw her slightly covered thatch and began stroking his hands through the pubis. Warm definitely, disappointingly dry, still – he held his hand up, turned it around and spat on the palm drooled over his hand. “See, there are other ways!” he grinned as he painfully pulled her legs apart. Her vagina unfurled before him. He licked his lips as he began to massage her folds in an attempt to coax some lubrication out of her own system. “You will give, Witch!” he growled.
He held her legs on his shoulders as he zoned in and began to lick her – she whimpered – no! Not that! Please, can someone hear her? He looked up at her, dark eyes glinting nastily.
“What are you trying to prove?” she whispered.
“Ah,” he blew against the milk softness of her thighs. The Dark Lord can't have marked her as his then. “You are to be shared amongst us. Did you know that?”
“His Lordship did not say that to me!”
“Why would he seek your permission? You're Death Eater property now. We can do what we want to you. You see how we punish, wish to be on the end of that?”
“No, but...”
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. “Hermione, it's Minerva...”
“Tell the cat to leave would ya, wouldn't want to hurt her after all?” sneered Amycus.
She narrowed her eyes. It was then that Flitwick's squeak started shouting off spells on the door. If that was not horrifying enough, Hagrid had joined in the commotion. Amycus snarled – realising this group of interlopers were just too attached to their pet. He unstuck her from the wall but did not stop her from falling painfully on the floor. He hitched his trousers up.
“Your lip won't be appreciated by the Lord, you know!”
“On the contrary, he liked my lips very much!” snapped back Hermione.
Once he was righted he unwarded the door and smirked at the sight of a gob-smacked Minerva, a scowling dwarf, and a flustered Hagrid: “She's ready to receive visitors now!”
Headmaster Snape battled his way through the crowd. There was a maddening way he knew where he and his sister were. Of course, he sneered, his sister was supposed to be seducing Snape so he could have the little Librarian to himself.
“Madam Granger will not require your services,” said Snape. Those that knew him best understood his calm was hiding the inner-turmoil. Minerva rather wished he would unleash the storm on this odious being. “Not this night nor for any nights coming. I am to keep her in my personal chambers by orders of the Dark Lord, and you can tell your shrew of a sister that. I. Am. Not. Inter... Ested,” he leaned down and brought his wand out hissed a little spell at the Carrow's 'bludgers', though if rumour was to be believed they were scant, so much so that to even be called snitches would be an exaggeration. “Now, shoo!”
Amycus took a step when he felt the spell and yelled in agony! The bastard had severed his balls off!
“YOU BASTARD SNAPE! THE DARK LORD WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!”
“Oh shut up! Go to St Mungo's if you are so fond of them but I would not if I were you,” he glanced down where Carrow's sac peeked out from the bottom of his trousers. “They look sufficient at best, and flimsy at worst. Now go!”
He swept into the office where Hermione was trying to straighten herself, he shut the door and whispered: “Hermione?” she turned on her heel. Eyes red from crying. Hair a mess from the static of being on the wall. Cheeks red with shame, “Are you all right? He did not hurt...” before he could finish he found himself with an Hermione shaped accoutrement to his buttoned robes – her sobs deep and painful. “Come on, I have decided I am going to look after you. From now on you are no longer a student, you know what that means?”
She looked up, tears still filled her eyes but there was hope shining amongst the pain. Merlin above, she was beautiful: “That we can...”
“Yes, Hermione my love,” he kissed the top of her head. There was no lie – he loved her! “Come to your new quarters and let me show you how much I love you.”
Hermione wanted to question him on his motives for murdering Dumbledore, yet found she did not need to. Whatever the reason was, it would click. She'd talk to her colleague Sinistra about it and they could now begin on working out how to end this war with the powerful and right people still alive.
“You are the best Wizard I have ever known,” she sighed burying herself deeply in his herbal scented robes taking comfort from the warmth and protection they yielded to her. Covering her from prying eyes. “I just want you to know that. I want to show you that too.”
Severus smiled to himself as he hugged her tightly never wanting to let this witch go.
“Come, I need you!”
“I need you, too!” she looked up.
Suddenly his lips crashed on hers about the same time Minerva had walked into the Office: “HEADMASTER SNAPE!”
Severus groaned, he wanted to tell her to hock up a hair ball but that would ruin Hermione's mood: “Yes, Minerva, I am a Headmaster, by definition that means that I am a man. Shockingly true, I know. Yes I know how to kiss a woman. I am not a virgin,” McGonagall began to splutter and fluster, “now whatever it is can surely wait to morning, I have some rather pressing points to make...” with that last dig disguised as innuendo – Severus grabbed Hermione by her waist and pulled her in a TARZAN like move before he spun and apparated …
In His Rooms
“Wow!” Hermione exclaimed impressed.
“Be awed later,” he growled. “Time we finished what we started in November!”
With that he whipped out his wand and made sure they were both naked before she had a chance to object. Hermione's gaze fell upon his uncovered form, his erection already half-mast. She gulped a little wondering if she was truly ready.
He saw the doubt in her eyes – she had just been assaulted by Amycus so that was understandable, but he had to show her that not all men were like Carrow and she definitely needed respect shown to her goddess form that 'his' Lord most certainly did not prove to her. He watched a myriad of emotions play across her face as she sucked her lower lip into her teeth. She was clearly still distraught – maybe they should wait?
“Why?” she asked tilting her head to the side.
“Why what?” he was bemused, not sure what she was asking.
“Why do you want to... with me?”
“You have shown extraordinary strength, courage, intelligence, resilience, resourcefulness – in short, Hermione – I desire you as the wonderful young witch you are. You remind me remarkably of someone else I knew. Someone as effervescent as you, who saw beauty in the beast, who...”
He did not finish his statement as Hermione had rushed at him, leapt into his arms and proceeded to fiercely kiss him, eagerly rimming his mouth with the pink tip of her tongue. Once he opened his mouth wide enough for her to seek out his tongue – she effortlessly slipped her warm eager playful tongue to caress his own. It had taken little effort to coax his to come out and play.
Her arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders and neck, her hands toying in his less greasy than normal hair. Her legs clamped around his waist, he felt her soaking labial mouth rubbing up and down his stomach in an innocently erotic display of affection. Severus was stunned that she desired him beyond reasonable doubt despite the fact that, as far as she was concerned, he had murdered Dumbledore.
“I want you,” she murmured.
She crossed her ankles one over the other behind his back. as he now supported her against his wiry frame by holding her round globes in his confident, steady palms. Kneading the delicious flesh with the heels of his hands making her rise and fall against him. Her breasts rubbing against his throat and pecks. Severus could not believe it – she really was desiring him in a way he had secretly longed after her for over a year. Severus Snape never got what he wanted – until January the 6th 1998 it seemed.
“Take me then,” he said. “I want nothing more than to be your slave.”
Hermione stopped peppering his face with hot dots of pleasurable kisses. She drew back so she could assess his expression: “You already are a slave,” she said seriously. “You were made to kill Dumbledore by the old coot himself and you are forced to work alongside despicable beings like the Carrows.”
“How did you know that?”
“Know what?”
“Don't play coy with me, Hermione!” he growled. It sent glorious shivers down her spine. “How did you know I was...”
Hermione smiled shyly as she looked down, her hair covering her face. Oh no you don't, he thought, that's my trick you thief! He brushed long, thick locks aside to find her blushing. She mumbled something.
“What was that?” he asked, she gulped as she heard the smirk in his voice, she dare not look up.
“Arfmncy,” she muffled her voice.
“Did not quite catch that!” he whispered in her ear, as he began leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, “I do not believe there is such a thing as Arfmncy on the Hogwarts Curriculum.”
Hermione blushed a delightful shade of tomato: “Last year,” she sighed as she tilted her head up. She jolted as he swiped his broad tongue up the column of her throat to her lobe where he suckled on the soft flesh giving her goose-flesh and wonderful chills. “I wanted to see if I could work something out with Arithmancy,” she refused to stutter as he manoeuvred his head so he could mirror what he did the other side of her throat. “I managed to work out from a months experimentations and calculations that I used based on your date of birth and name – it showed that you were to be forced into doing something horrifying for you. Dumbledore should never have asked that of you.”
She really was clever. He would never take her for granted again. He pulled her up so her breasts were within direct contact with his burning pupils. Slowly, he began walking her to the bed. Gently he lowered her down on the mattress, making sure she was still hung around his body like her skin depended on being within contact of his, their eyes burned into each other souls and hearts. Her lips hung in a sinful pout that held the dew of kisses on them. His own must have been slack as she managed a slow smile to spread along her lips, keeping them open and inviting.
He descended his mouth on hers, rubbing his lips against hers as if his life depended on it. It seemed this latest tongue-tangler was going to last forever at one point until she pulled back panting, gulping down swallows of oxygen. Her legs had loosened and had dropped below his hips. His hands had reached down to caress and soothe her thighs. She threw her head, arched her back, and tilted her hips. Silently begging him to take her, to make her his.
Severus drew back to take her in as she was in her pre-orgasmic state. All anticipation and flesh sparkling with sweat from their kissing. He smiled as her head tilted questioning whether he truly wanted her. What a silly girl, he sighed, did she not feel his want sandwiched between her thighs? Hermione moved her hands from around his neck to leave tingling trails of sweet torture on his cheeks, down his throat, he closed his eyes offering a silent prayer to anyone who would listen that this not be the last time he was able to enjoy her feather light touches.
“Hermione,” he sighed. “Once you are mine, you are literally mine. I see the way you are looked at by the boys in your former year. I have heard all sorts of unsavoury comments about how some of them would like to 'borrow' you.”
Hermione giggled: “I do deal with them accordingly, Severus,” she said.
“Good!” he exclaimed. “Just so we are clear.”
“I hope you realise this means you are mine, too,” she smiled cheekily. “I do not want to see Alecto, or any other touch you, the way I do.”
“I told you earlier, I am happy to be your slave,” he said as he descended on her aching, pebbled nipples. Sucking one then the other alternately relieving their pleasurable pain. “Slave for you, only for you, you my love!”
He trailed his kisses down towards her stomach where he swirled his tongue within her belly button spelling out MINE with the tip of his tongue causing her to writhe beneath him. They had gone beyond banter now. She gasped, panted, and rolled her hips in rhythmic sways, to the tunes Severus played on the flute of Eros.
Hermione's eyes blew wide open when she felt his tongue lick and suckle her vulva in broad sweeps then digging further, burrowing his way to her little pink pearl of pleasure the way a niffler seeks out gold. Snuffling into her warmth. Her hands grabbed onto his hair and pulled at the strands as her thighs quivered around his face. Her pants coming in short gasps now as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned under the dance of Severus Snape's mouth.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, he looked up at her then and smiled at how beautiful she was when wild and relaxed. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. He then climbed back up her body, keeping her legs in his control by tenderly stroking them up and down, dragging the tips of his fingers leaving fiery trails down to her toes.
The time for worshipping was over, he smirked. Time to bring out the big wands, he knelt on his knees, parting her legs as wide as they would go. Hazily, she viewed how his hands stroked up and down his now weeping member, a white tear peeking out from the eye. Hermione was reminded of probes in sci-fi movies. She could not speak, only think and soon – as he shocked her with a smooth, painless entrance into her secret place – she could not even think.
He allowed a few moments as he gasped over her face the warmth fell like balm on her eyes. She felt him move a little bit. Their eyes once again trained on each other as he began thrusting in earnest. Circling his hips around to find that most sacred of spots within her. He gripped hard onto her buttocks pushing her down on him with such force there would be bruises. Hermione on the other hand enjoyed how he took control of her body. So many times she wished her other lovers did. That was the only thing she liked about the Dark Lord's attentions, she was not in control. Not that she was completely relaxed the way she was with Severus.
“Hermione,” he began to chant. “Hermy-ow-ne!”
She echoed with: “Severus – Sev-er-us – SEV-RUS!”
Their hips clashed against each other as she rose higher in the air, her head seemed to be detached as her body acted as if some force had possessed her into making her do weird gyrations in the air. Severus began to pin her body to the mattress pummelling her for all he was worth, sweat dripping off him onto her. Gods he loved the fact that they were mingling in more ways than one.
Panting, grunting, thrusting, urging, pushing, growling, chanting together the lovers duet until she finally felt something inside her snap and she screamed his name – her coming was as violent and passionate as he hoped it would be. With two more particularly animalistic thrusts he too came and he collapsed on top of her, a boneless heap. She wrapped her legs around his waist once more as he rolled onto his back.
“That was...”
“Amazing!” she gushed.
“It certainly was,” a third voice said from the shadows.
Hermione squeaked as she scurried quickly under the bed covers: “Tut-tut, Miss Granger, there is no need to hide yourself from me.”
Out from the shadows came a wrecked, dishevelled but still threatening Lucius Malfoy.
“Adding voyeurism to your list of crimes now, Lucius?” Severus sneered.
“I had quite the show before me. Who knew you would be quite so possessive,” his eyes roamed over towards Hermione's flushed features. “I can hardly blame you. However, I am here to talk to you, Severus. We need Veritaserum...”
Hermione kept her eyes lowered to the bedsheets she was currently scrunching in her grip. Rolling his eyes, Lucius walked up to her and tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
“Do not set any store by anything said by Severus – he is as ruthless in his affections as the rest of us are – do not be charmed by his silver tongue.”
Hermione scowled at him, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead to give her something to think about. He then followed a now dressed and decidedly angry Severus Snape out of the bedroom. All she wanted was Severus to come back into her arms, her heart was thudding as she was coming down from her high.
She did not like the way Lucius had been there all along. She especially did not like what he insinuated. Whatever he believed, she knew differently. Arithmancy was based on past events, on things already known, it was logical and, so far, had never lied to her. She swore to herself that she would get going on another set of equations. Severus had to be good, it was vital that he was.
She also realised something else: He was hers, she was his. She would valiantly assail any of his inner-demons. She would do anything for this brave man she had come to love over the months of being here as an adult rather than a pupil.
When Severus returned she had fallen asleep. Peace reigned supreme in her countenance as if she had drifted off with her mind made up about something. She sighed, shuffled deeper into the sheets and mattress, burying her head within the pillows. Silently, he undressed then quietly he slipped into bed in his black silk pyjamas. As if she felt the dip she moved closer to him and snuggled in his embrace. Her dreams no longer troubled.
How Love Won
Hermione was standing outside the ruins of the castle. She had sunk to the dirty rubble strewn path in floods of tears. She had only three months all told with Severus – three months before he had to divide his time between her and his duties to both Order and Voldemort. Three months of absolute loving bliss with three weeks of pain. Now, it was all over. She had calculated time and time again on how to make the outcome positive for her Severus. Yet it all seemed to point to his death, the calculations as bleak as the war itself. One night she threw them in the fire and screamed so loud. Her appearance for those three weeks were so frazzled. It did not help that none of her old friends trusted her enough for her to help them.
Terry Boot her favourite study buddy screwed his eyes narrowly at her whenever he saw her approach. Ernie puffed out his chest and told her traitors weren't welcome. Neville tried to reason with them but after seeing so many minors suffering from the Cruciatus curse, Hermione could understand why they would no longer see her as one of them. Still, the knife was wedged the moment Ginny had gone into hiding. Ginny, who was her only staunch defender, the young red head was the conscience of the masses. Without her they began acting like headless sheep.
Her moments of pure joy at seeing Harry and Ron were shattered with dark clouds of grey when the DA closed ranks around Harry – if it was not for Neville's scowl she'd not even be able to hug her friends. Ginny followed soon after with the twins. Bill, Fleur, Molly and the others were coming soon on Harry's word.
The battle was tough, lasting throughout the night, the deaths were equally as brutal both sides. Turned out one of the Horcruxes were in the school the whole time. The diadem – Hermione failed even in that – concentrating, as it was, on her job. Not having time for personal research, being shunned by all the decent Ravenclaws there were and Luna not being there...
If she was guided by her own thinking she would have asked Filius but Harry did not want the teachers involved because: one never knew, she shuddered out her sobs. Her tears rolling freely down the mud-splattered face. The witch drew herself in for a hug. How could she have been so stupid?
She yelled with triumph when Neville had bested Nagini, the snake who had killed her lover. Had eaten Charity Burbage. Had almost killed Harry and Arthur. Gods knew who else the snake had chomped on. With some careful planning from Luna who was in hiding with Harry and Ron they'd managed to steal Hufflepuffs cup from the Lestrange vault. She was somewhat relieved to see her and Ron holding hands as fast and tight as they were.
Harry had become the Boy Who Lived TWICE yet her lover, the man to whom he owed both lives to, had to die. Hermione's sorrow made her want to leap into the Black Lake and allow the Merpeople to take her with them. She wanted to join him in his death. Her parents were no longer her parents but some strangers that lived in Australia. Harry no longer needed her to guide him. She was absolutely certain Ron never needed her to begin with.
With determination she walked further towards the shore of the Black Lake, the gentle caress of cold water on hot tired feet soothing her. Seducing her to enter the watery deep. Coaxing her to swim far out into the lake. Hermione walked, first one step then another until she reached a shelf – the plateau allowed the water to reach just under her arms.
One more step and she'd be under the waters embrace. Her love would meet her, she was certain. She had swung her foot forward. Prepared to die.
But no... she was not allowed to.
She was saved.
Not by Harry. He was busy grieving Fred's and Remus death. Not Ron or any of the Weasley's. Though they were there when she woke up days later in the infirmary, even George was.
She found she owed her life to none other than Draco Malfoy! Seeing his face amongst the fretful crowd was somewhat of a shock to her but not more so than the features of one other.
“I thought you'd died!” she gasped when she reached up to caress his face ignoring everyone in the room.
“Not thee lass,” he said in a rare display of Northerness she said she had loved once. “What were ye thinkin?”
“I had thought,” she whispered in a small voice. “I had thought no one needed me any more. That Harry had his family, that Ron never need...”
The rest of her speech was stopped by an angrily protesting boy who lived, twice!
“I will always need you, Hermione!” he exclaimed hotly.
“Always?” she asked now reaching out to him.
“Always,” he said softly, clasping her hand in his as tears dropped out of his eyes. “You're my family. My sister.”
“Besides,” Molly said as she glared hatefully at Severus. “Your baby will need its mother!”
“Bay … bee?” she stuttered.
“Did you not know?” Poppy had come through to check her vitals, shoving everybody out of the way. “You're pregnant!”
All eyes turned towards Severus: “We... we're... wow!” he gulped as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately in front of everyone!
“Never gonna get used to that!” Ron muttered under his breath.
“I think they make a nice couple,” Luna said. “Severus is a wondrous human being, so kind and tolerant, he is clever so is she. What is there not to like?”
Ginny just looked up at Harry: “That reminds me,” she grinned a little playfully. “Lets do something fun to honour Fred!”
The Weasley brood plus one Potter and Lovegood left Hermione's bedside. Leaving behind Molly, who plumped up pillows behind her second daughter's head. Tutting about how suicide missions were not conducive to raising a family. Making certain that Severus would make an honest witch of Hermione before she went to make sure her surviving children were not getting into too much trouble. Arthur shook Severus hand and told Hermione he'd be proud to give her away, which he did so, three months later. Draco mumbled a humble thank you to Severus and whispered a farewell to Hermione before he went to find his way back to what was left of his world.
“How... How did you survive?” she asked once they were alone.
“Arfmncy,” was all he replied to a blushing but chuckling Hermione.
They married, had more children and lived passionately ever after.
THE END
Author: Anonymous for now
Summary: Irma Pince refuses to work alongside the Carrow siblings. Severus has to tailor make an advert to appeal to a certain Muggleborn. When the Dark Lord finds out, he agrees with his choice of Headmaster's decision, but makes sure Severus adds stipulations. What neither expect, however, is to fall in love.
Prompter: ragwort_moth
Prompt: Madame Pince retires, and Hermione applies for the librarian position. Headmaster Snape agrees to hire her...but only on a few conditions. (And I don’t care what those conditions are, as long as they are really smutty!)
Warnings/Content: Implied!Rape; Attempted Rape, May/December relationship, Masturbation, Objectification, Sexual molestation.
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After The Holidays
Severus hated it when the children returned from holiday. This time he dreaded it more so than ever. The dwindling population was disheartening. This, he grimaced, this is HIS vision? Oh Lily, why did I not listen to you? Did you know? He heaved a sigh, at least the boys had the sword and destroyed one part of him. It happened whilst Hermione was in that maniac's bed.
The effect scared Hermione, for Voldemort convulsed in agony for what seemed like hours before gulping in heavy breaths of air and settling his sweat soaked body beside her. Not that Hermione wished or desired to be where she was. She followed Severus advice to the letter. She was the silent sheep following him. Even when he thrust her against the wall to unleash his arsenal of passions and hexes at her there was nothing she would say that did not sound like a Clanger. Not that Tom Riddle would know what Clangers were.
She sat there, pale but elegantly poised, between him and Amycus. Alecto grabbed Snape's hand and smirked evilly.
“This is the last term for many of you. NEWTS are but a short step away towards a glittering future. However, one has her NEWT scores in my hand. Madam Granger, Rise.” Hermione did so and turned to face the Headmaster as he offered her a long thick scroll. “Your scores. Tap the parchment – I want the whole school to see what can be done...”
Hermione took a sigh – deep breath – she took the scroll and tapped the wand against the seal and it unrolled. Once she did so she tapped the parchment. The scores stood in Green, Yellow, Blue and Red flames.
“These are the scores of Hermione Jean Granger – Muggleborn – Gryffindor.
ANCIENT RUNES: O (95%) - Grasps the most basics of all Runic languages and made some interesting spells with them. Will be on the look out for her skills in this area.
ARITHMANCY: O (1OO%) - She went through the calculations like no one we have ever seen. She can be an amazing Arithmancer. The variables she could work out will help in so many fields.
CHARMS: O (100%) - Not only were her theories original and flawlessly argued, her spell work was artwork in itself. I daresay, given encouragement, she could become a powerful witch.
DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS: HIGH E (75%) - Her answers were neat, concise and her use of references to real life situations and realisation that Dark does not necessarily mean evil, her practical let her down but that was due to the only physical education received at Hogwarts is for Quidditch. Training routines should become the norm. However, in the short space she had to prepare this in she managed to overcome her basic fears. Her Patronus was first rate!
HERBOLOGY: Low O (55%) - She must have elementary knowledge in this; flowers and our own herbs are vital to curing and some spell work, but her fingers are lacking that green element needed to be a true Herbalist. However, we understand the constraints around her situation. Miss Granger could become one if she so desired or had the right tutor.
HISTORY OF MAGIC: O (80%) - How she crammed all the information on the Goblin Wars, Founders, Mermaids Council, that takes an amazingly intricate brain. Her answers were not Ministry approved, however, they were not wrong.
MUGGLE STUDIES: LOW O (52%) - Suspecting she is from actual Muggles I would have thought she was better than this in knowledge of her own world.
POTIONS: O (1OO%) - Well, this was not a surprise to those of us who were lucky to be in the same room as her and watch her flawlessly make the three different potions we asked. She executed them all well and did so without burning herself which is always a plus. She also showed us different ways of chopping and preparing certain ingredients which we have only seen one other student do. Her knowledge on the properties of all herbs and ingredients was incredible. She could easily become a Mistress with the right training. She'd need to expand her creativity but this was amazing.
TRANSFIGURATION: O (100%) - WHAT CAN WE SAY? Except that this is the best we have seen yet. Not in all our combined years of 437 have we seen a witch as young as her, as fast as her – achieve status of Registered ANIMAGUS! A must to become a Master or Mistress of the craft. She did not even remember to use her wand, just looked at the object and it changed to what we wanted it to. This is the most amazing work. I am sure this Witch has a bright future ahead of her!
TOTALS:
SIX HIGH OUTSTANDINGS
TWO LOW OUTSTANDINGS
ONE LOW EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS
This Witch is the one that we shall set the example for the others of her year. She really took it all in her stride. Her picture will be going in the Hall of Fame.”
Hermione blushed when she realised everyone was looking at her: “Welcome to the now legalised Witch Madam Hermione Granger – with 9 NEWTS of high scores! Now, why not show the school your Animagus,” Minerva stood up and led her around the staff table.
“How I wish this day did not have to come,” tears fell down Minerva's cheek, “I wish it for all of you. To be able to remain as children.”
Hermione hugged her Mentor and Minerva sat back on the bench. With a deep breath, Hermione relaxed her muscles. Entered into a trance like state. Her form was one of speculation amongst the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. The nasty girls all thought she would turn into a worm. The friendlier ones were hoping for a cat like Minerva, or lap dog.
They watched, awestruck as Hermione's hand turned into a light grey paw. Then she dropped on all fours, the other paw showed an intricate black webbing amongst sandy and white fur. Long thick lines grew and entwined around the legs. Her body had become longer. Her tail thickened and grew along with matching sandy, ginger and black stripes fading into a fluffy silver tip.
Her face though had all boys interested and all girls drooling – thin black stripes in the shape of Hermione's curls, framed her features and top of the head. Her brown eyes focussed on a little first year Slytherin by the name of Hilda. Hilda gulped but sat still as Hermione padded her way to the little girl. She sat on her haunches laying her head in the girls lap and looked up at with a dopey expression on her face causing the girl to giggle. Severus realised then, that this witch was his, and he would live to see her with him.
“You're beautiful, when I grow up I want to be just like you!” she whispered scratching behind Hermione's fluffy ears.
Hermione purred at this and then padded her way back round the staff table and re-shaped herself to Hermione Granger to a big round of applause, Hilda doing the best she could to be as loud as possible.
“If that is not incentive to do well in at least charms and Transfiguration I do not know what is my little witch!” purred Severus in her ear.
Hermione turned to the dour looking Headmaster. She was about to call him on the 'my' part of his statement but Filch rushed in looking afraid.
“What is it, Filch?”
Alecto rolled her eyes and took smug satisfaction in being able to cast the charm where he could not: “Student Missing. Miss Lovegood!”
Ginny turned to the Ravenclaw table and then at Neville. Oh how could they have been so selfish and stupid? Neville wanted to spend time with a mysterious girlfriend, and Ginny wanted to mope about Harry. Why did they not stay with someone who was supposed to be their close friend? Hermione would have their heads and now seeing her in her Animagus form, the red head was not sure if that would be literal. Over the last term Hermione was especially protective of Luna Lovegood.
“Ugh, Neville – now I am never going to sleep!” Ginny sighed.
“Don't worry, I am sure she is in the Forbidden Forest...”
“I caught her without shoes as far as Hagrid's hut – but not in the Forbidden Forest!”
Hermione had managed to make it to Ginny. Now the Weasley girl was terrified.
“A word, Ginny,” she said coldly.
With that Hermione walked towards her offices next to the Library. A pair of Weasley's Extendable Ears affixed to the wall and her desk. Piles of parchments to sort through for students to order from other wizard schools and institutions, including Malfoy Manor; Châteaux Lestrange, Weeden-Nott Hall and other Pureblood residences. She sat on a comfortable leather swing chair – Ginny was perched on a creaky wooden seat glaring around the office Hermione inhabited between the mystic hours of after Dinner and Curfew.
“What was the DA creed, Ginny?” she asked coldly.
“To not let one another out of your sight.”
“The other...?”
“Constant Vigilance.”
Hermione rubbed her fingertips around her temples: “It is a good thing I cannot communicate to Harry and Ron at the moment. The last letter I got, Ron was somewhat scared for all of us, Harry, however, specifically mentioned you, Luna and I. In that specific order!”
Ginny glanced up and tears threatened to dirty her pale face: “I am sorry I was so depressed over not seeing my brother and Harry. No Quidditch and I was worried about you as you were with...” she clapped a hand over her mouth – she had promised not to tell Hermione she knew what her Christmas and New Years would consist of.
“I was with...” Ginny gulped. Hermione was giving her a cold hard look. The one that had pupils knees knocking in fear. The scowl of Authority.
“Okay, I knew where you were going this Christmas and what you were doing. I wanted to slaughter him in his sleep but...”
“So you tried to steal the sword in the hopes I could?”
“Yeah, seeing as how you are against Divination.”
“You think I would be that stupid to attempt murder on a Dark Lord with all his cronies surrounding me?”
“I just did not want what happened to me to happen to you and neither did Headmaster...”
Hermione's eyes widened at that one: “Since when did you respect Professor Snape so much?”
Ginny fidgeted in her seat: “Since he told me the truth.”
“What is the truth?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. Ginny sighed. “Remember, I have ears on the walls...” she tapped her friends brothers products.
“Fine, he told me that he was asked to kill Dumbledore, that he tried to get out of doing it. He wanted someone to know but Dumbledore thought it was too risky. Snape was meant to become the most Hated Wizard in the world.”
Hermione's eyes narrowed. “Dumbledore. Thought. That. Snape. Should. Be. come. The. Most. Hated. Wizard. In. The. World?” she forced it out, each word tasted like bile in her throat.
“Yes,” Ginny said in a small voice.
“You may leave, 30 points off Gryffindor for dereliction to duty!”
Hermione said it so coldly, Ginny shivered and scurried out of the office a pale mess of palpitations and tears. Hermione was about to grab a headache potion but saw Filch walk in.
“I knows she was a friends of yers,” he sighed. “I ope she's found, she used ter talk ter me like I meant sumfink.”
Slowly, Hermione walked up to the Caretaker and smiled as she reached him she opened her arms. Filch stepped into them and they shared a brief but awkward hug before they separated.
“That is because you are,” she said warmly. “How is Irma?”
“We're waitin' till the war but we wants you to be our bridesmaid!”
Hermione squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek causing the caustic man to blush.
“Congratulations and of course I will be...” she stopped when she saw Amycus Carrow standing there.
“On with your chores squib!” he sneered. “Leave proper Witches alone, would you!”
Scowling to herself Hermione remained outwardly stoic. She walked back to her desk and began looking through books that students wished to borrow or bought in for good. Some she was impressed with.
She looked up and Amycus was still there. When she noticed him, he grinned. With ease he swept into the office and clicked the door shut behind him. Silently muttering warding charms so even the Headmaster could not interrupt him.
“Now,” he said – his rich deep voice was scarier than Snapes. Severus held a silken quality to it that leant it a rich coffee texture. This man sounded like he was recovering from a chest infection. “You are a proper Witch now are we not?”
Hermione fumed but refused to show her fear as she signed tickets. Wrote out acquiescence letters, as well as replies to ones that had been accepted but needed the final payment to cover lending fees. Hermione wished his presence could not be felt but the office was like a cupboard. Amycus perched on the edge of her oak desk and began tapping his nails against the wood. He leant down, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Not that I am tempted,” she snapped. “I have work to do, do you also not have lessons to plan?”
Amycus laughed as he pressed his nose to her cheek, he flickered his tongue in and out, tasting her face. She was disgusted but decided to quietly set the secret pairs of ears she had going. Ones that led to the Gryffindor Common Rooms, so that someone could hear and get Severus.
“I am tired and this needs,” she tried to shrug his heavy hand off her shoulder but she did not expect his hold to be that tight – fingers dug in her shoulder – she winced but tried to ignore him.
“I need,” he whispered in her ear. “I need you,” he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck to the clothed juncture of her shoulder. He nipped her to spite the cloth barrier to her flesh. “Need you, Witch,” to emphasise the point he picked up one of her small hands and forced her to stroke his erection. “Reckon you see, good enough for my Lord, you're good enough for the rest of us!”
Suddenly she found herself lifted off her chair in a levitation charm and he controlled the spell on her until she bumped against the wall. He placed a sticking charm so she was hanging like a life-like painting. She was afraid now. Amycus was just waiting for his chance.
“I always had a thing for librarians. Sumfin about their imperial authority does things to me.”
Gulping down her saliva so she could speak she was about to plead for him to let her go but he was already unbuckling his belt. She looked down at his penis and resisted sneering. Severus was a perfect 8 and she almost had that monster inside her. Amycus was a baby compared. However, his would be thrust into a dry hole. That would hurt no matter how small. After he stepped out of his trousers he walked up to her and lifted the skirts of her robes up and tied them at her waist and vanished her underwear.
“This won't be satisfaction, Amycus, just a mere panacea. I won't be giving you anything!”
“I don't mind taking!” he sneered as he saw her slightly covered thatch and began stroking his hands through the pubis. Warm definitely, disappointingly dry, still – he held his hand up, turned it around and spat on the palm drooled over his hand. “See, there are other ways!” he grinned as he painfully pulled her legs apart. Her vagina unfurled before him. He licked his lips as he began to massage her folds in an attempt to coax some lubrication out of her own system. “You will give, Witch!” he growled.
He held her legs on his shoulders as he zoned in and began to lick her – she whimpered – no! Not that! Please, can someone hear her? He looked up at her, dark eyes glinting nastily.
“What are you trying to prove?” she whispered.
“Ah,” he blew against the milk softness of her thighs. The Dark Lord can't have marked her as his then. “You are to be shared amongst us. Did you know that?”
“His Lordship did not say that to me!”
“Why would he seek your permission? You're Death Eater property now. We can do what we want to you. You see how we punish, wish to be on the end of that?”
“No, but...”
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. “Hermione, it's Minerva...”
“Tell the cat to leave would ya, wouldn't want to hurt her after all?” sneered Amycus.
She narrowed her eyes. It was then that Flitwick's squeak started shouting off spells on the door. If that was not horrifying enough, Hagrid had joined in the commotion. Amycus snarled – realising this group of interlopers were just too attached to their pet. He unstuck her from the wall but did not stop her from falling painfully on the floor. He hitched his trousers up.
“Your lip won't be appreciated by the Lord, you know!”
“On the contrary, he liked my lips very much!” snapped back Hermione.
Once he was righted he unwarded the door and smirked at the sight of a gob-smacked Minerva, a scowling dwarf, and a flustered Hagrid: “She's ready to receive visitors now!”
Headmaster Snape battled his way through the crowd. There was a maddening way he knew where he and his sister were. Of course, he sneered, his sister was supposed to be seducing Snape so he could have the little Librarian to himself.
“Madam Granger will not require your services,” said Snape. Those that knew him best understood his calm was hiding the inner-turmoil. Minerva rather wished he would unleash the storm on this odious being. “Not this night nor for any nights coming. I am to keep her in my personal chambers by orders of the Dark Lord, and you can tell your shrew of a sister that. I. Am. Not. Inter... Ested,” he leaned down and brought his wand out hissed a little spell at the Carrow's 'bludgers', though if rumour was to be believed they were scant, so much so that to even be called snitches would be an exaggeration. “Now, shoo!”
Amycus took a step when he felt the spell and yelled in agony! The bastard had severed his balls off!
“YOU BASTARD SNAPE! THE DARK LORD WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!”
“Oh shut up! Go to St Mungo's if you are so fond of them but I would not if I were you,” he glanced down where Carrow's sac peeked out from the bottom of his trousers. “They look sufficient at best, and flimsy at worst. Now go!”
He swept into the office where Hermione was trying to straighten herself, he shut the door and whispered: “Hermione?” she turned on her heel. Eyes red from crying. Hair a mess from the static of being on the wall. Cheeks red with shame, “Are you all right? He did not hurt...” before he could finish he found himself with an Hermione shaped accoutrement to his buttoned robes – her sobs deep and painful. “Come on, I have decided I am going to look after you. From now on you are no longer a student, you know what that means?”
She looked up, tears still filled her eyes but there was hope shining amongst the pain. Merlin above, she was beautiful: “That we can...”
“Yes, Hermione my love,” he kissed the top of her head. There was no lie – he loved her! “Come to your new quarters and let me show you how much I love you.”
Hermione wanted to question him on his motives for murdering Dumbledore, yet found she did not need to. Whatever the reason was, it would click. She'd talk to her colleague Sinistra about it and they could now begin on working out how to end this war with the powerful and right people still alive.
“You are the best Wizard I have ever known,” she sighed burying herself deeply in his herbal scented robes taking comfort from the warmth and protection they yielded to her. Covering her from prying eyes. “I just want you to know that. I want to show you that too.”
Severus smiled to himself as he hugged her tightly never wanting to let this witch go.
“Come, I need you!”
“I need you, too!” she looked up.
Suddenly his lips crashed on hers about the same time Minerva had walked into the Office: “HEADMASTER SNAPE!”
Severus groaned, he wanted to tell her to hock up a hair ball but that would ruin Hermione's mood: “Yes, Minerva, I am a Headmaster, by definition that means that I am a man. Shockingly true, I know. Yes I know how to kiss a woman. I am not a virgin,” McGonagall began to splutter and fluster, “now whatever it is can surely wait to morning, I have some rather pressing points to make...” with that last dig disguised as innuendo – Severus grabbed Hermione by her waist and pulled her in a TARZAN like move before he spun and apparated …
In His Rooms
“Wow!” Hermione exclaimed impressed.
“Be awed later,” he growled. “Time we finished what we started in November!”
With that he whipped out his wand and made sure they were both naked before she had a chance to object. Hermione's gaze fell upon his uncovered form, his erection already half-mast. She gulped a little wondering if she was truly ready.
He saw the doubt in her eyes – she had just been assaulted by Amycus so that was understandable, but he had to show her that not all men were like Carrow and she definitely needed respect shown to her goddess form that 'his' Lord most certainly did not prove to her. He watched a myriad of emotions play across her face as she sucked her lower lip into her teeth. She was clearly still distraught – maybe they should wait?
“Why?” she asked tilting her head to the side.
“Why what?” he was bemused, not sure what she was asking.
“Why do you want to... with me?”
“You have shown extraordinary strength, courage, intelligence, resilience, resourcefulness – in short, Hermione – I desire you as the wonderful young witch you are. You remind me remarkably of someone else I knew. Someone as effervescent as you, who saw beauty in the beast, who...”
He did not finish his statement as Hermione had rushed at him, leapt into his arms and proceeded to fiercely kiss him, eagerly rimming his mouth with the pink tip of her tongue. Once he opened his mouth wide enough for her to seek out his tongue – she effortlessly slipped her warm eager playful tongue to caress his own. It had taken little effort to coax his to come out and play.
Her arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders and neck, her hands toying in his less greasy than normal hair. Her legs clamped around his waist, he felt her soaking labial mouth rubbing up and down his stomach in an innocently erotic display of affection. Severus was stunned that she desired him beyond reasonable doubt despite the fact that, as far as she was concerned, he had murdered Dumbledore.
“I want you,” she murmured.
She crossed her ankles one over the other behind his back. as he now supported her against his wiry frame by holding her round globes in his confident, steady palms. Kneading the delicious flesh with the heels of his hands making her rise and fall against him. Her breasts rubbing against his throat and pecks. Severus could not believe it – she really was desiring him in a way he had secretly longed after her for over a year. Severus Snape never got what he wanted – until January the 6th 1998 it seemed.
“Take me then,” he said. “I want nothing more than to be your slave.”
Hermione stopped peppering his face with hot dots of pleasurable kisses. She drew back so she could assess his expression: “You already are a slave,” she said seriously. “You were made to kill Dumbledore by the old coot himself and you are forced to work alongside despicable beings like the Carrows.”
“How did you know that?”
“Know what?”
“Don't play coy with me, Hermione!” he growled. It sent glorious shivers down her spine. “How did you know I was...”
Hermione smiled shyly as she looked down, her hair covering her face. Oh no you don't, he thought, that's my trick you thief! He brushed long, thick locks aside to find her blushing. She mumbled something.
“What was that?” he asked, she gulped as she heard the smirk in his voice, she dare not look up.
“Arfmncy,” she muffled her voice.
“Did not quite catch that!” he whispered in her ear, as he began leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, “I do not believe there is such a thing as Arfmncy on the Hogwarts Curriculum.”
Hermione blushed a delightful shade of tomato: “Last year,” she sighed as she tilted her head up. She jolted as he swiped his broad tongue up the column of her throat to her lobe where he suckled on the soft flesh giving her goose-flesh and wonderful chills. “I wanted to see if I could work something out with Arithmancy,” she refused to stutter as he manoeuvred his head so he could mirror what he did the other side of her throat. “I managed to work out from a months experimentations and calculations that I used based on your date of birth and name – it showed that you were to be forced into doing something horrifying for you. Dumbledore should never have asked that of you.”
She really was clever. He would never take her for granted again. He pulled her up so her breasts were within direct contact with his burning pupils. Slowly, he began walking her to the bed. Gently he lowered her down on the mattress, making sure she was still hung around his body like her skin depended on being within contact of his, their eyes burned into each other souls and hearts. Her lips hung in a sinful pout that held the dew of kisses on them. His own must have been slack as she managed a slow smile to spread along her lips, keeping them open and inviting.
He descended his mouth on hers, rubbing his lips against hers as if his life depended on it. It seemed this latest tongue-tangler was going to last forever at one point until she pulled back panting, gulping down swallows of oxygen. Her legs had loosened and had dropped below his hips. His hands had reached down to caress and soothe her thighs. She threw her head, arched her back, and tilted her hips. Silently begging him to take her, to make her his.
Severus drew back to take her in as she was in her pre-orgasmic state. All anticipation and flesh sparkling with sweat from their kissing. He smiled as her head tilted questioning whether he truly wanted her. What a silly girl, he sighed, did she not feel his want sandwiched between her thighs? Hermione moved her hands from around his neck to leave tingling trails of sweet torture on his cheeks, down his throat, he closed his eyes offering a silent prayer to anyone who would listen that this not be the last time he was able to enjoy her feather light touches.
“Hermione,” he sighed. “Once you are mine, you are literally mine. I see the way you are looked at by the boys in your former year. I have heard all sorts of unsavoury comments about how some of them would like to 'borrow' you.”
Hermione giggled: “I do deal with them accordingly, Severus,” she said.
“Good!” he exclaimed. “Just so we are clear.”
“I hope you realise this means you are mine, too,” she smiled cheekily. “I do not want to see Alecto, or any other touch you, the way I do.”
“I told you earlier, I am happy to be your slave,” he said as he descended on her aching, pebbled nipples. Sucking one then the other alternately relieving their pleasurable pain. “Slave for you, only for you, you my love!”
He trailed his kisses down towards her stomach where he swirled his tongue within her belly button spelling out MINE with the tip of his tongue causing her to writhe beneath him. They had gone beyond banter now. She gasped, panted, and rolled her hips in rhythmic sways, to the tunes Severus played on the flute of Eros.
Hermione's eyes blew wide open when she felt his tongue lick and suckle her vulva in broad sweeps then digging further, burrowing his way to her little pink pearl of pleasure the way a niffler seeks out gold. Snuffling into her warmth. Her hands grabbed onto his hair and pulled at the strands as her thighs quivered around his face. Her pants coming in short gasps now as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned under the dance of Severus Snape's mouth.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, he looked up at her then and smiled at how beautiful she was when wild and relaxed. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. He then climbed back up her body, keeping her legs in his control by tenderly stroking them up and down, dragging the tips of his fingers leaving fiery trails down to her toes.
The time for worshipping was over, he smirked. Time to bring out the big wands, he knelt on his knees, parting her legs as wide as they would go. Hazily, she viewed how his hands stroked up and down his now weeping member, a white tear peeking out from the eye. Hermione was reminded of probes in sci-fi movies. She could not speak, only think and soon – as he shocked her with a smooth, painless entrance into her secret place – she could not even think.
He allowed a few moments as he gasped over her face the warmth fell like balm on her eyes. She felt him move a little bit. Their eyes once again trained on each other as he began thrusting in earnest. Circling his hips around to find that most sacred of spots within her. He gripped hard onto her buttocks pushing her down on him with such force there would be bruises. Hermione on the other hand enjoyed how he took control of her body. So many times she wished her other lovers did. That was the only thing she liked about the Dark Lord's attentions, she was not in control. Not that she was completely relaxed the way she was with Severus.
“Hermione,” he began to chant. “Hermy-ow-ne!”
She echoed with: “Severus – Sev-er-us – SEV-RUS!”
Their hips clashed against each other as she rose higher in the air, her head seemed to be detached as her body acted as if some force had possessed her into making her do weird gyrations in the air. Severus began to pin her body to the mattress pummelling her for all he was worth, sweat dripping off him onto her. Gods he loved the fact that they were mingling in more ways than one.
Panting, grunting, thrusting, urging, pushing, growling, chanting together the lovers duet until she finally felt something inside her snap and she screamed his name – her coming was as violent and passionate as he hoped it would be. With two more particularly animalistic thrusts he too came and he collapsed on top of her, a boneless heap. She wrapped her legs around his waist once more as he rolled onto his back.
“That was...”
“Amazing!” she gushed.
“It certainly was,” a third voice said from the shadows.
Hermione squeaked as she scurried quickly under the bed covers: “Tut-tut, Miss Granger, there is no need to hide yourself from me.”
Out from the shadows came a wrecked, dishevelled but still threatening Lucius Malfoy.
“Adding voyeurism to your list of crimes now, Lucius?” Severus sneered.
“I had quite the show before me. Who knew you would be quite so possessive,” his eyes roamed over towards Hermione's flushed features. “I can hardly blame you. However, I am here to talk to you, Severus. We need Veritaserum...”
Hermione kept her eyes lowered to the bedsheets she was currently scrunching in her grip. Rolling his eyes, Lucius walked up to her and tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
“Do not set any store by anything said by Severus – he is as ruthless in his affections as the rest of us are – do not be charmed by his silver tongue.”
Hermione scowled at him, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead to give her something to think about. He then followed a now dressed and decidedly angry Severus Snape out of the bedroom. All she wanted was Severus to come back into her arms, her heart was thudding as she was coming down from her high.
She did not like the way Lucius had been there all along. She especially did not like what he insinuated. Whatever he believed, she knew differently. Arithmancy was based on past events, on things already known, it was logical and, so far, had never lied to her. She swore to herself that she would get going on another set of equations. Severus had to be good, it was vital that he was.
She also realised something else: He was hers, she was his. She would valiantly assail any of his inner-demons. She would do anything for this brave man she had come to love over the months of being here as an adult rather than a pupil.
When Severus returned she had fallen asleep. Peace reigned supreme in her countenance as if she had drifted off with her mind made up about something. She sighed, shuffled deeper into the sheets and mattress, burying her head within the pillows. Silently, he undressed then quietly he slipped into bed in his black silk pyjamas. As if she felt the dip she moved closer to him and snuggled in his embrace. Her dreams no longer troubled.
How Love Won
Hermione was standing outside the ruins of the castle. She had sunk to the dirty rubble strewn path in floods of tears. She had only three months all told with Severus – three months before he had to divide his time between her and his duties to both Order and Voldemort. Three months of absolute loving bliss with three weeks of pain. Now, it was all over. She had calculated time and time again on how to make the outcome positive for her Severus. Yet it all seemed to point to his death, the calculations as bleak as the war itself. One night she threw them in the fire and screamed so loud. Her appearance for those three weeks were so frazzled. It did not help that none of her old friends trusted her enough for her to help them.
Terry Boot her favourite study buddy screwed his eyes narrowly at her whenever he saw her approach. Ernie puffed out his chest and told her traitors weren't welcome. Neville tried to reason with them but after seeing so many minors suffering from the Cruciatus curse, Hermione could understand why they would no longer see her as one of them. Still, the knife was wedged the moment Ginny had gone into hiding. Ginny, who was her only staunch defender, the young red head was the conscience of the masses. Without her they began acting like headless sheep.
Her moments of pure joy at seeing Harry and Ron were shattered with dark clouds of grey when the DA closed ranks around Harry – if it was not for Neville's scowl she'd not even be able to hug her friends. Ginny followed soon after with the twins. Bill, Fleur, Molly and the others were coming soon on Harry's word.
The battle was tough, lasting throughout the night, the deaths were equally as brutal both sides. Turned out one of the Horcruxes were in the school the whole time. The diadem – Hermione failed even in that – concentrating, as it was, on her job. Not having time for personal research, being shunned by all the decent Ravenclaws there were and Luna not being there...
If she was guided by her own thinking she would have asked Filius but Harry did not want the teachers involved because: one never knew, she shuddered out her sobs. Her tears rolling freely down the mud-splattered face. The witch drew herself in for a hug. How could she have been so stupid?
She yelled with triumph when Neville had bested Nagini, the snake who had killed her lover. Had eaten Charity Burbage. Had almost killed Harry and Arthur. Gods knew who else the snake had chomped on. With some careful planning from Luna who was in hiding with Harry and Ron they'd managed to steal Hufflepuffs cup from the Lestrange vault. She was somewhat relieved to see her and Ron holding hands as fast and tight as they were.
Harry had become the Boy Who Lived TWICE yet her lover, the man to whom he owed both lives to, had to die. Hermione's sorrow made her want to leap into the Black Lake and allow the Merpeople to take her with them. She wanted to join him in his death. Her parents were no longer her parents but some strangers that lived in Australia. Harry no longer needed her to guide him. She was absolutely certain Ron never needed her to begin with.
With determination she walked further towards the shore of the Black Lake, the gentle caress of cold water on hot tired feet soothing her. Seducing her to enter the watery deep. Coaxing her to swim far out into the lake. Hermione walked, first one step then another until she reached a shelf – the plateau allowed the water to reach just under her arms.
One more step and she'd be under the waters embrace. Her love would meet her, she was certain. She had swung her foot forward. Prepared to die.
But no... she was not allowed to.
She was saved.
Not by Harry. He was busy grieving Fred's and Remus death. Not Ron or any of the Weasley's. Though they were there when she woke up days later in the infirmary, even George was.
She found she owed her life to none other than Draco Malfoy! Seeing his face amongst the fretful crowd was somewhat of a shock to her but not more so than the features of one other.
“I thought you'd died!” she gasped when she reached up to caress his face ignoring everyone in the room.
“Not thee lass,” he said in a rare display of Northerness she said she had loved once. “What were ye thinkin?”
“I had thought,” she whispered in a small voice. “I had thought no one needed me any more. That Harry had his family, that Ron never need...”
The rest of her speech was stopped by an angrily protesting boy who lived, twice!
“I will always need you, Hermione!” he exclaimed hotly.
“Always?” she asked now reaching out to him.
“Always,” he said softly, clasping her hand in his as tears dropped out of his eyes. “You're my family. My sister.”
“Besides,” Molly said as she glared hatefully at Severus. “Your baby will need its mother!”
“Bay … bee?” she stuttered.
“Did you not know?” Poppy had come through to check her vitals, shoving everybody out of the way. “You're pregnant!”
All eyes turned towards Severus: “We... we're... wow!” he gulped as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately in front of everyone!
“Never gonna get used to that!” Ron muttered under his breath.
“I think they make a nice couple,” Luna said. “Severus is a wondrous human being, so kind and tolerant, he is clever so is she. What is there not to like?”
Ginny just looked up at Harry: “That reminds me,” she grinned a little playfully. “Lets do something fun to honour Fred!”
The Weasley brood plus one Potter and Lovegood left Hermione's bedside. Leaving behind Molly, who plumped up pillows behind her second daughter's head. Tutting about how suicide missions were not conducive to raising a family. Making certain that Severus would make an honest witch of Hermione before she went to make sure her surviving children were not getting into too much trouble. Arthur shook Severus hand and told Hermione he'd be proud to give her away, which he did so, three months later. Draco mumbled a humble thank you to Severus and whispered a farewell to Hermione before he went to find his way back to what was left of his world.
“How... How did you survive?” she asked once they were alone.
“Arfmncy,” was all he replied to a blushing but chuckling Hermione.
They married, had more children and lived passionately ever after.
THE END
