A Tale of Two Wizards

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine they are Jo's. Also, I am not being paid to write this story, so if there are mistakes, then I can honestly say that I am truly sorry...

angel: Yes, poor Hermione, but hey, I can almost be as evil as Jo when it comes to what I put the characters through.

Engaging in Action

Snape had decided to get up and have a cold shower; he needed one after his dream. It was about Hermione. She was dressed in nothing but a black silk corset and black stockings and suspenders. She was in very dangerous high heels, and she had her legs slightly spread apart, and she was yielding a whip, which she cracked on the floor before walking up to him. She stood in front of him. He was lying on his bed, completely naked, and his hands were tied to the bed. He was handcuffed, and his feet were strapped to the mattress. She was turning him on, and he was not in control. She had walked up to his feet, and then she bent over saucily. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes were blazing with blatant lust. She gathered the whip in her hands, and then she uncoiled the whip the way a Snake uncurls from sleep. She thwacked it on his belly.

“Did you like that Professor?” She asked. Her eyelids were drooping slightly.

“Please, Hermione, let me free, let me please you for all eternity, don’t tie me up to this bed.”

“How do you think I felt, sir, the amount of times I put my hand up? The amount of times you tied my mouth shut and tortured me. You don’t like it now the boot is on the other foot do you!”

To emphasise her point she placed her left leg on the bed and stroked her boot. She caressed it and bent down and placed her lips on her thigh and kissed it soundly.

“I’m sorry, truly I am, please let me free, let me put my hand up to you and please you!”

“Ask me a question and answer me when I put my hand up!”

“I will,” dream Snape said. Twisting and writhing in agony! “Where can you find a Bezoar?”

She put her hand up.

“You can find it in the stomach of a goat! It is also the antidote to most poisons,” she stood up and stroked her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin, let me go,” Snape said, but dream Hermione had not finished with him yet.

“Another one!” She demanded crashing the whip right across his legs and caused a red stripe to form across them.

“What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

“A powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of the Living Dead!”

“Oh, come on, Hermione, stop this!”

“One last one,” she said. She stroked the end of her whip and then looked down at him and smiled wickedly. She took the rope and then lashed it at his thighs. “Then you can play with me all you want!”

“What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?” He asked through gritted teeth. His eyes swelling with tears and his body was throbbing and aching. He wanted her yet she was causing him so much pain. Did he want someone who caused him this much pain?

“That is a trick question there is none, it also goes by the name of aconite!”

“Now, please, Hermione, get me out of these bonds and let me please you!”

Dream Hermione looked demure and coy, she stalked around the bed before landing at the feet, she rubbed her breasts against the soles of his feet. He gasped and smiled. She toyed with the ends of the straps, and then she unbuckled the belts she had elongated for the task. Then she crawled over him. She stroked his sides and legs. She looked at his erection. Her mouth twisted in a wicked and cruel smile.

“Is that how much you want me?” She asked in a sweet husky voice.

“Oh Merlin please, yes, it is! Just let me inside of you, Hermione, please!”

“Ask me one more question. It could be anything!”

“Do you love me?” Dream Snape had much more courage than real Snape.

Dream Hermione giggled as she wrapped a playful tongue around his nipples as she pressed her vagina on his penis.

That was when he woke up!

He went into the shower and splayed cold water all over him. He had to get out of the bonds of hatred, that was clear. Not that he approved of dreams having meanings or metaphors. But this one clearly did. He was bound by his hatred and he knew that. What was Hermione representing? Loss of control? The fact that he weren’t in control of the situation was clearly the metaphor of his greatest fear, that he did not like NOT being in control. He was in control on their first and only night of passion, but now she was away from him she was controlling him. Yet, in some small way he was enjoying the control.

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Fred and George had just opened shop and they were setting out some stock when Angelina Johnson walked in. She looked at Fred with a smile in her eyes; Fred put the box down and went up to her.

“What brings your gorgeousness out here?”

Angelina laughed.

“Hello Fred,” she gave one look at George. “Is there somewhere to talk more privately?”

“Sure.”

Fred led Angelina to the back of the stockroom. He picked up a box and sat her down on it. He stayed standing.

“Fred, there is something I have to tell you,” she said. Fred could tell Angelina was nervous about telling him SOMETHING; he sat down on a box opposite her and took her hands in his. “Fred remember that night when Dumbledore died and you came to me in tears, and then I ended up crying, and then we ended up in bed!”

“Yeah!” Fred said with a cheeky smile. Remember it? He hadn’t been able to forget it! It was brilliant.

“Well, Fred,” Angelina gulped. “I am pregnant, and it’s your child!”

Fred toppled off the box and landed on the floor in a genuine thump!

“PREGNANT!” He exploded.

“Shush,” Angelina said picking him up. “Three months to be exact!”

Fred’s head was buzzing. He was going to be a father! HIM, Fred Weasley, one half of the terrible two, was going to be a father! He couldn’t be made happier. George had stumbled into the stockroom.

“Fred, he’s here and he looks a little bothered,” he looked at Angelina.

“Hello George,” she said. “And who’s here!”

“Snape,” Fred said.

Angelina narrowed her eyes and stormed out of the stockroom, she knocked George aside, and Fred hurried after her. She was talking to him rather vividly, and then she grabbed a rather hard object, and was about to throw it at him, but Fred got it out of her grip whilst she had her hand raised, as if to throw it.

“Angelina,” George said. “He’s here to help Hermione!”

“What’s happened to Hermione?” Angelina asked. She flashed a look at Snape. “If that bastard has hurt her then I will make sure he finds out exactly what I can do with a Quaffle!”

“She’s hurting me,” Snape said in a subdued voice.

“Its no more than you deserve,” hissed Angelina.

“No, Angelina, you don’t understand,” Fred said. “He loves her. And she loves him. He’s on our side now!”

“Like hell he is!”

“No, Angelina, it’s true!” George said.

Angelina gave him a distrustful glance and then turned to Fred. She put her arms around his waist. He stroked her face and then bent down to kiss her.

“You have given me the best news in a LONG while,” he said. “I’ll tell my mum and you tell yours. And then, I don’t know, shall we get married?”

Angelina giggled.

“Yes please,” she said. “And I CAN tell the difference between the two of you, you know!”

George winked at her mischievously.

“No problem Angie!” He exclaimed. “Although, I thought you’d want Lee Jordan!”

“That idiot?” She asked. She turned to Snape. “I mean it, Snape, you hurt Hermione I will show you exactly what a good aim I am!”

“I have seen that on many an occasion, Miss Johnson, or should I call you Mrs Weasley now just to get used to it?” Angelina slapped him in the face for that and stormed out of the shop. “I’m not sure I deserved that one!”

George laughed and then he whizzed up a cup of coffee for them both.

“Hey!” Fred exclaimed.

“You got to talk to mum!” George said.

Fred looked uncertain.

“Can’t you come with me?” He asked.

“No,” George said.

“But…”

“Why don’t we all go?” Snape suggested.

“We have this shop to run,” George said. “We can’t leave at the drop of a hat.”

“You left the school at the drop of a hat,” Snape said. “Wonderful by the way, absolutely inspired.”

“Well, we felt that we had overstayed our welcome,” George said.

“Too true,” Snape agreed.

“Although,” sighed Fred wistfully. “It would have been good to see the look on Umbridge’s face at the mention of centaurs.”

“All right, I’ll tell you right here and right now,” Snape said sternly to get to the main reason that he was here. “I think I can hazard a guess as to where Hermione is, only it does not inspire much confidence. As I cannot go there myself, I was wondering if you two would go, at first quietly, and spy, report back to me and then we can go further.”

“Sure no problem,” George said. “Only where is she?”

“In You-Know-Who’s house, it’s called the Riddle House. Floo there, I have in the past, as has Lucius Malfoy.”

“Oh boy, Fred, we can’t go there!”

“Are you Gryffindors or not?” Snape snapped.

“That happened a long time ago we’re businessmen now,” they said. “Yes, that house rivalry thing is fun at school, but in the big wide world it’s not so fun, I mean we have to sell stuff to Slytherins, and be as polite to them as to the rest of the world.”

“Fine,” Snape sighed. “But, please, think about it. This is Hermione we’re talking about here.”

Fred glanced at George and George glanced at Fred.

“Oh all right, but we can’t do it now,” they said.

“Thank you,” Snape said.

“Oh and would you care to invest in this our latest product!” George exclaimed. “Apparently it shows you exactly what you want. Not that we need it.”

Snape looked at the box.

“I have other things to spend my money on,” he said, and tossed it back to the redhead with a look of disgust on his face, it was a love potion kit!

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Lucius looked at Hermione sleeping in the bed, and then she murmured. A golden rich coil fell across her face, and he lovingly wiped it from her cheeks; he continued to stroke her cheek. He felt it soft and damasked and then he leaned over and kissed it. He stroked her neck, and then down her spine. She moved and murmured. She started to edge closer to him. He was just about to spread his hand on her bottom when she woke up.

She rubbed her eyes, and then looked at the chest of her second lover. She then looked up into his eyes and he smiled.

“Hello,” he murmured. He edged closer to her and planted a kiss on her eyes. He put a finger on her nose and stroked it.

“Good morning,” she sighed. She buried her head in the pillow.

“Oh no, my dear one,” he said. He put her closer to him and their nipples touched, it sent her wild.

She put her leg over his waist, as he pushed her back, on her back, and then her arms went around his back, and then he kissed her.

“Lucius?” She asked.

“Yes,” he said as he spread his mouth across her chest and ghosted his lips across her. She put her hands in his hair and she began toying with it.

“Do you love me?” She asked.

He put his hands on the pillow on each side of her head and kissed her mouth ardently and passionately. He rolled his tongue expertly and she began to play with him. She clutched gently onto his hair. She spread her legs apart and she felt him swell against her and he felt her warmth against him. He slid into her and thrust gently inside of her. She moaned slightly.

“Of course I do, if I did not I would not go to all this trouble for you, would I?” He purred as he kissed down her throat and between her breasts. The warm breath near her breasts made her ecstatic. “The real question should be, Mya, do you love me?” He teased her nipples with his lips and his tongue.

“I don’t know Lucius,” she moaned. “But, I must like you enough for you to do this to me!”

“That’s not good enough,” he said, a slight note of harshness had crept into his voice. “For not giving me a direct and simple answer you will pay!”

He bit on her right nipple. And then he made a hard lunge at her.

“Oh, please, Lucius, I don’t know!” She exclaimed in an agonised moan.

“Say that you love me and you will be treated in a much better vein!”

He thrust at her, her legs shuddering, her vagina throbbing with pain, like she was wearing a pair of trousers hitched up too high. He continued his harsh treatment. He wanted her to say those words; he so desperately wanted her to say those three little words. He leant down and bit at both her breasts.

“ALL RIGHT, I LOVE YOU!” She yelled.

“Mean it, Mya!” He growled.

“I MEAN IT, LUCIUS, I LOVE YOU!”

He immediately slackened his thrust, and then he sucked at the places he had nipped at so harshly. He then eased his erection in more smoothly and nicely.

“I love you, Mya, so much that I want you to marry me!”

He thrust at her when he said that, it was earth shattering and caused her to orgasm.

“YES!” She exclaimed.

“Yes, to what?” He asked with a cheeky smile sucking once again at her nipple. He loved doing that to her just because she enjoyed it so much.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I will marry you! And yes, that was brilliant!”

“Not quite over I am afraid,” he murmured.

He thrust again and held his erection inside of her for a little while filling her with his seed. He stroked her face and hair as he was doing so. And she leaned up and kissed him, wildly and passionately. He pushed against her once again and then he exploded inside of her.

“Oh gods, Mya!” He breathed out. “You are fantastic!”

Hermione was panting. They both licked some of their sweat off each other’s bodies but Hermione weren’t quite so sure. As she was sucking at Lucius fingers she was pondering on the question he asked her. Did she love Lucius? She knew she didn’t want to marry him – not yet at least – she had to make sure she loved him first.

“I want some real food,” Hermione said getting up and put a dressing gown on.

He continued stroking her back for as long as she let him. He got up and stood in front of Hermione completely naked, her eyes level with his penis. She blushed at this. He stroked her hair, and then knelt on one knee, and then produced; as if from thin air, a little black box. He opened it, and inside was a silver snake ring with an emerald in the centre. He took her right hand, and then he looked into her eyes.

“Will you, Hermione Jane Granger, promise to marry me?”

Hermione sighed. She had hoped that someone would have rescued her by now. Snape was a coward; she thought bitterly, he was too scared of Malfoy to fight for me. This caused her some pain and bitterness.

“I will,” she said. “I will marry you, Lucius.”

Lucius slipped the ring on the right finger and sucked it afterwards. He picked her up and hugged her. She had her arms around him but her eyes showed doubt behind his back. Doubt and pain!

Why didn’t Severus come?

A/N So please, review...