Vampyre

Here lie lemons. Sorry for the delay in posting this, but I can’t write lemons at work, and I have been busy in RL.




Chapter Ten
Vampyric Love

The sudden heat of Hermione's crotch coming in contact with his own made the vampyre instinct in Severus reel. He had discovered that most of his senses were magnified and this was no exception. His erection responded accordingly, jerking violently against the fastenings of his trousers and swelling to a painful proportion.

He groaned and shifted.

Hermione was experimentally nibbling at his defined jaw line, letting her tongue sample the skin. Had she been herself, she would have died of embarrassment to be sitting nearly naked on the lap of her much-desired professor.

Severus stared at Hermione's round breasts, which were jutting out in arousal. The aureoles were pale pinky brown, and the nipples long and turning deep pink. They tightened into hard peaks as he gazed at them.

The black gaze of Severus Snape only served to arouse Hermione even more. She was unconsciously rocking against the hardness that was pressed against her, making small crooning noises in her throat as she dared kiss the corner of his mouth.

The urge to both bite and mate was wrapping ugly tendrils around Severus' tenuous control on himself. The soft reddish lips so close to his were a temptation he could not resist.

His assault on her mouth wasn't expected, and a surprised squeak came from Hermione as Severus kissed her fully, forcing her lips to open and plunging a questing tongue inside.

At that moment, a bright green glow suffused the couple which neither of them noticed. The only thing they experienced was molten heat that ran through their veins as true passion was ignited. Hermione had unknowingly pushed them both too far.

Severus drew her tongue into his mouth, and it brushed against the slightly protruding fangs, making him shiver in sexual exaltation.

"Yes," Hermione murmured, licking one and tracing it.

Severus' hands clamped on her buttocks as he pulled her flush against him and made contact with her distended clitoris.

"Gods," she cried.

"Like that, do you?" Severus gave in and hefted the weight of one breast in his hand. Hermione was small breasted, but it fit in his palm perfectly, and he rasped his calloused thumb against the nipple.

Hermione flung her head back with a keening cry and Severus couldn't help but notice her pulse beating in her creamy neck. He licked his lips, feeling his fangs begin to extend. He must not bite her. Not this time.

With a feral growl, he lifted her, and the two fell to the floor. His fingers hooked roughly into the soft cotton of her knickers and carelessly shredded the stretchy material, flinging it away to the side.

Hermione was only vaguely aware of the silky feel of fur against her back, separating her from the hard ground. All she was aware of was the beating of Severus' heart in her ears and of the unique arousal that was enveloping her body. She was burning up with need, and deep inside her core she knew that she wanted to feel him there, to take him all in, no matter what the cost.

Her hips bucked upwards to his questing fingers as he parted the swollen lips of her sex. The syrupy wetness coated his fingers and the musk of her arousal deepened. He stroked her clitoris, allowing his index finger to slide further down and barely enter the heated slit that was waiting eagerly for him.

"Take me," she begged. "I have to feel you."

The two came nose to nose as black eyes bore into brown.

"You can feel me now just as I feel your need for me," Severus hissed, his finger sliding into the most exquisite tightness he'd ever been in. Her fluid walls squeezed his finger tightly, flexing. A rush of fluids from the head of his cock reminded him that he would not be able to hold out much longer.

Severus' finger stroked in and out slightly awkward since he had far too little experience with women in general. Hermione liked it, humping against his hand and tearing at the buttons on his frock coat in frustration.

A hastily whispered spell eradicated his clothing, and Hermione fiercely grabbed him, pulling him to her hungrily.

"Hungry wench, aren't you?" he growled, shoving her thighs apart. The head of his aroused cock was nearly purple, oozing lubrication and lusting for the slight witch underneath it.

Hermione's hand closed around Severus, feeling the thickness and blood bloated veins. He was much bigger than her mind had ever let her imagine.

"Now, fuck me now, Severus."

Severus needed no more encouragement. Giving no thought to Hermione's virginal state, he thrust into her hard. Her hymen tore as he sheathed himself completely, forcing her slick walls apart.

Her scream of surprised pain died away as the pain mingled with the feeling of heat and fullness his being in her provided. He moved, she gasped, and the pain became a twisted form of pleasure.

"So...good..oh gods, Severus, it feels so good," Hermione burbled senselessly, as he pumped into her, unable to control his need.

Severus' head was buried in the curve of her neck, kissing and licking. He had to taste her again, to mark her permanently.

The pain of first sex was dying away to be replaced with pleasure that sent ripples through Hermione's womb with each hard thrust. He felt her vaginal passage grip him tighter, distracting him from his need to bite.

"Mine," he gasped. "You are mine!"

His strong fingers dug into her shoulders as their hips smacked together. He could smell her virgin's blood, which acted as an aphrodisiac to him. He couldn't get enough of the tight vagina that was welcoming him and gobbling him down with every movement forward.

Hermione whimpered her agreement and her fingernails raked into his back, cutting small gashes that unbeknownst to the couple, immediately healed.

Every thrust of his thick cock was taking Hermione higher into the maelstrom of sensation she was in. Her womb tightened, the deep ripples increasing and she could barely breathe.

"Let it happen," Severus whispered, baring his fangs. His eyes glowed with a deep red hue, and Hermione gave him a trance-induced smile.

One more thrust, and it happened. The ripples spread from womb to the walls that were holding him, and they clenched tightly around Severus' tortured organ. Screams of pleasure came from Hermione as he relentlessly pounded through her orgasm, nuzzling her neck. His come burst from him, and he opened his mouth, needing to sink his fangs deep.

"Well, well, well," Lucius Malfoy said from the entrance to the room. "Severus and the mudblood. Such a sight."

Angrily, Severus raised his head, hissing in rage and coming to his feet in a blur of motion.

Hermione gasped in dismay, attempting to cover herself with Severus' discarded frock coat.

"Don't bother, mudblood," Lucius said smoothly. "I'm certain you have room for one more."

"Never, Malfoy," Severus growled. "Get out. You aren't welcome here."

"Malfoy, is it? What happened to Lucius? Tsk, Severus, I daresay that Voldemort will not be pleased with you."

"Our old master is dead and will stay as such."

"You'd best watch your forked tongue. You may have escaped the wrath of our master before but now you are one of us for eternity and unless you want to be destroyed, you will follow my directives."

"Being destroyed completely would be preferable than to be put through another struggle for power. Do you not have the mental capacity to understand that the dark side has lost, and will lose again?"

"Severus, you were always too sensitive for your own good." Lucius' silvered gaze returned to the dazed Hermione, whom was sitting in a heap on the floor with Severus' frock coat wrapped haphazardly around her nudity.

Rather than be in the traditional black, Lucius was dressed impeccably in deep purple with silver robing. He still carried his cane and he approached Hermione, who scooted back quickly.

"Afraid, mudblood? You should be. I won't be as gentle with you as Severus was."

Severus stepped in front of Lucius, blocking him from Hermione altogether.

"You will not touch her, Lucius. She is mine." Rage seethed from Severus, the whites of his eyes turning red with fury. His fangs extended even further, looking sharp and dangerous. "I will kill you one day soon for what you have done to me, I promise you that."

"Kill me?" Lucius laughed coldly. "With your pitiful powers you will get nowhere. I am the most powerful wizard that ever lived with the addition of my vampyric magic. No one will ever be able to kill me, not even the dark lord."

"You are as foolish now as you ever were." Severus began stalking towards Lucius, who stepped back. "And maybe even more foolish."

Lucius was not a total fool. In all the years that he had known Severus Snape, he had never felt this much hatred and resentment coming from him. His former friend would kill him here and now, Lucius had no doubt. He backed up.

"Now Severus," Lucius cajoled, "Just give the matter some thought. You could be my head advisor as I run the wizarding world. I might even let you keep the stupid mudblood."

"Get out," Severus roared, the sound loud enough to shatter glass. Wind fueled by the anger of the vampyre filled the cave as a visibly shaken Lucius retreated.

"I will be back, Severus, and you will die."

"Don't count on that."

Hermione was taking all this in, unable to clear her head enough to think. It felt much like a dream to her and she was trying to will herself to wake up.

"Severus?"

Severus turned, chest heaving angrily, and pulled Hermione to her feet.

"Yes, love. I'm here, and no one will touch anything that belongs to me."

"Is this real, or is it all a dream?"

"It is very much real." As his anger began to abate, Severus' fangs began to recede.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Severus and smiled dreamily. If this were a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

~*~*~

Harry was growing more concerned about Ron. For the entire day and into the evening he had seemed distant. He had left the usual evening gathering without a word, and returned just as quietly, thinking that Harry hadn't noticed.

It wasn't until after Neville and Seamus had gone to bed and were sleeping that Harry said:

"Ron?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Is everything all right with you?"

"Of course. Why?"

"You've been acting strangely since last evening."

"You're just imagining things."

"Where did you go?"

"When?"

"This evening when you sneaked off."

"Nowhere."

"Ron, you don't sneak out like you did and just go nowhere."

"I was hungry."

"Why didn't you bring the rest of us something to eat when you went to the kitchens? I didn't see you with any food when you snuck back in."

"I just had a pumpkin pasty." Ron felt his insides quake. Snape would be angry with him if he found out that Harry was suspicious.

"I don't believe that, but if you want to be secretive about everything then just be that way," Harry replied. "I'll find out what's up with you one way or the other."

"Come off it, Harry. I'm fine, and nothing is wrong. Go to sleep."

Harry turned his back to the other bed in a huff, partially angry with Ron for acting so strangely and partially determined to make sure his friend was okay.

Ron's snoring an hour later made Harry realize he was still awake. Over and over he had thought about the fact that he'd seen Snape's name on the map the night before, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he was that something was wrong there.

Quietly he got out of bed and opened his trunk, rummaging through the books. He looked again and then looked a third time. The marauder's map was gone.

Harry looked over at the shapeless lump that was Ron in the bed next to his.

Surely Ron wouldn't have taken the map.

~*~*~

Remus Lupin wearily dragged his tired body back to Hogwarts. He was bruised and sore all over. Locking him self in the shrieking shack in an effort to contain the werewolf had worked, but he had banged his body repeatedly against the magical structure trying to get out.

He would have to speak with Hermione about brewing the potion for him that would keep him from changing again. He rubbed his red eyes and sighed. Hermione. Remus hoped that Severus had not gotten to her in his absence.