Saving Her; Saving Us All

Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville



Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.



Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.



Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.





Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix



Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.



Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.



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AN: I had to do it. I've always wanted to see Arthur really stand up for himself. Plus I had to work in my theory on how such an annoying woman caught such a nice guy.



BTW: I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed; you asked for a full on Bash Fest in this story and I think I can deliver that just fine.



AN: To address those who claim that this story contains pedophilia; it does not. Hermione is clearly a physically and emotionally mature young woman. Beyond that given the culture represented in the Wizarding world, the culture of Victorian England; she would be 6 to 18 months away from her debut season. During which she would be expected to find a husband. The men looking for a bride amongst the debutants would have all been over the age of 30, and in many cases over 45.



Furthermore Snape, Sirius, and Kingsley are in their early 30s. Had the need not arisen for them to come forward they would never have known. I have read marriage law fics where Hermione has been paired with each of the above men. So I take it that formalizing the relationship makes it all better. Fine keep reading.



Chapter 9



Second Glowing



The next few days following the 'Second Glowing', as the twins termed it, were once again filled with research again. Fortunately Hermione was available this time; between her and Remus they had a workable theory in 36 hours. Then they pulled the memories of all six of the male participants. The viewed them three times, finally Hermione transcribed what they'd said and compared it to the chants as listed in the book.



Finally they met with all the bond mates, the Grangers and the entire Weasley family, excluding only Percy, they also included McGonagall and Moody, Neville and Luna; and Poppy demanded to be there. She had some information that she felt they needed to know.



She actually spoke first. "Dumbledore knows. He hasn't figured out all of what is going on, but he definitely knows about the golden glow that surrounded Mr. Black, Severus and Mr. Shacklebolt. He is currently working all his available sources to find out what happened. I'm fairly certain that he knew about the glow before the gentlemen made it home. I can also tell you that I have felt him brush my occlumency shields on at least two occasions in the last three days. He seems to have figured out that I have reevaluated my loyalties, and they no longer rest with him. Possibly because I have refused to discuss with him what Minerva needed me for the night of the ritual. He hasn't gotten past my shields yet I believe that he has been trying to stay with Passive Legilimancy." Poppy informed them.



"If you will please keep a log of any and all attempt you feel from him. I believe that we are very close to building a case strong enough to destroy his reputation and topple his mythos." Shacklebolt advised.



Shack turned the floor back over to Hermione. "We've come up with a theory, that after several debates, we are 98 percent is the right answer to the 'second glowing'. We believe that a combination of factors have come into play. These factors have basically mutated the original Tarquitius bond that should have awakened me sent out the wave of magic, and then terminated when it accomplished whatever the Magic decided was its job." She started.



Remus picked up from there. "I don't know how many of you know the Aristophanes theory on soul mates, so I'll just summarize that quickly. It basically means that each soul began as a whole entity. The physical embodiment of that entity had two heads, four arms and four legs. It is said that Zeus feared the power in these beings, and so he tore them asunder, splitting the form into two. These two new creatures were destined. They were soul mates and could only be truly happy together. Still the gods feared them so they started to scatter them. As the world grew larger it became more and more difficult to find your soul mate. Sometimes the trickster gods stop Soul mates from even being on earth at the same time, creating haunted souls who cannot find true happiness."



"That's what happened three days ago. The 'second glowing' was the soul bond being cemented." Hermione stated, clearly in lecture mode.



"Umm…not to be all prattish, but you do know that there are more than two of you? What, your original soul got so big now it needs seven bodies to hold it?" Ron asked. Arthur looked ready to smack his youngest son, until he realized that Ron really was just confused.



"Not really, you see the Tarquitius was never meant to be a full connectivity bond. It has never allowed for the full sharing of minds and magics that the soul bond does. It was, in this instance, changed by a misconjugation of one of the ritual chants. One of the participants changed a conjugation from the singular I to the plural we, thus changing the nature of the bond." Remus explained.



After discussing it with Remus and her parents, Hermione had come to the decision that there was no reason to tell anyone who had made the mistake. She broke in here. "We are positive that there was no intention on anyone's part to change the ritual. It would seem that fate simply had other things in store for us than what we may have planned for ourselves."



"Anyway, the change in the original ritual means that when the soul mates activated their bond, said bond chose to encompass all the others as well. So now rather than a less stable Tarquitius bond, the seven now share a fully stable, fully linked soul bond." Remus elucidated.



"But didn't Minerva say that both bonds resulted in marriage in the wizarding world?" Gerard asked.



"Yes, yes I did." Minerva answered.



"Yes, however, for whatever reason there was no marriage registered in the Ministry after the ritual. However now according to the registry at the Ministry and the goblins at Gringotts, I now have six husbands. Amazingly enough, the way they both have it written, each of my husbands now have five husbands and one wife. Except the twins, thankfully they way everything reads they are not married to each other. They simply share the same spouses." Hermione clarified.



Ginny was livid. She stood abruptly, her face florid with her rage. "No, no no no NO NO! You are lying you are NOT married to Harry. He isn't your soulmate, he's mine. He's supposed to be mine. Potter men always marry red heads. Dumbledore said so. Mummy told me that I would be Lady Potter. I'd be rich and famous. And I refuse to let some little mudblood bookworm take that all from me." Ginny looked deranged. Her face was blotchy and purple, and her eyes were wild. "You really expect us to believe that you and Harry are destined. You are nothing, you are a cow. I'm prettier, and I'm skinnier and He's supposed to be mine. Mummy and Dumbledore promised." She made to go for her wand, only to have it slapped from her hand before it could fully clear her pocket.



"You are bloody crazy. You can't draw your wand on Hermione. She knows more curses than Voldemort and Merlin combined." Ron hissed at his little sister as he stopped her from making the last mistake of her life.





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OOC HERMIONE MOMENT! Skip if you'd Prefer.



"Ok. So maybe I should take the high road here, and ignore the obviously insane little girl insulting me at every turn. But just this once I've got to say it. I AM NOT FAT! Just because I'm not shaped like a prepubescent boy, does not make me fat. For God's sake I only wear a size six. Is it wrong for a physically mature female to have enough body fat to menstruate properly? Look you loony, flat chested, sparse rumped little tart, I am happy with my body. My arse is FABULOUS. My TITS Frickin ROCK! And I have the stamina of someone who actually eats at meals instead of gossiping and trying to get the attention of a boy who at best considers me a little sister." Hermione ranted. "Oh and by the way Potter men give less than a rat's ass what's on the head, it's what is in it for them. Potter men love brainy birds."





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"Ginerva, what do you mean, 'Mummy and Dumblerdore promised'?" Arthur Weasley's vice was dark and dangerous. His eyes were pinned on his wife.



The crying girl was only too happy to share all about her mother and Dumbledore's unsustainable promises. "Mummy's been telling me since I can remember that I would marry Harry Potter, and have more gold than Midas. She said that it was only right and proper since I was from a pure light family. Plus I was extra special since I was the only female Weasley in generations."



"Shut your bloody gob, Ginny." Molly hissed.



"Ginerva, continue. Molly, Sit down and shut your mouth." Arthur said. The room rang with the authority of his words. "What's this about Dumbledore?"



"Well Dumbledore said that as long as I reported to him everything I could learn about Harry, I'd be Harry's girlfriend and eventually Lady Potter. He said that he would make sure that Harry was mine. But I had to get him away from that mudblood. That's why I set the basilisk on her first year. But that didn't work so I joined the Quidditch team. Nothing worked."



"This Summer Mum was going to make sure. She said that she would give me a potion, guaranteed to make him mine. Dumbledore was going to use his position to get us betrothed formally. He said that I would need to get with child as soon as I could so Harry would have no choice but to marry me." Ginny looked defiant again.



The entire room was silent in the light of Ginny's admissions. Bill was the first to make a sound. "Ron's right, you are a fucking nutter Gin. Love potions, and getting yourself knocked up? What makes you think that it would even work?"



"It worked for Mum now didn't it?" Ginny responded smugly.



The Weasley boys were all aghast. "What is wrong with you Ginny?"



"Do you think you are Mum's Clone?"



"God Dad maybe you"



"Need to do a Paternity Check."



"She doesn't act anything at



"All like the rest of us." The twins bounced back and forth.



The twins had of course been joking. But Arthur caught the look of terror that passed over Molly's face before she ducked her head.



"Poppy, Can you do that now please?" He asked. His gaze pierced Molly as the Matron ran the requested spell.



Everyone in the room looked in shock at the results shining above Ginny's head.



MOTHER : Molly Weasley nee Prewitt



FATHER : Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore



"WHAT?" Yelled Ginny. "No Daddy is my father. Daddy!" She said stubbornly as if her words were law.



"Once the Hogwarts broom, always the Hogwarts Broom, eh Molly? Anything to say? Anymore of my children belong aren't mine?" Arthur said his voice filled with distain.



"No Arthur, of course not. Arthur you have to understand…" Molly began only to be cut off.



"What's to understand?" Charlie yelled. "You cheated on Dad with a thieving old bastard who I happen to know is your godfather." Looking over at Sirius and Harry he added, "not that there is anything wrong with that…exactly."



"I did it for all of you. Do you know how much a Hogwarts education costs? When I was pregnant with Ronald, Albus offered to pay for all of your schooling if I had a baby for him. He promised if it was a boy then it would be his heir. He'd take it and wipe all our memories of me even being pregnant again. If it was a girl, he promised to dower her and make her ton most advantageous match ever." Molly said desperately.



"Oh great! I'm wasting an education that my mother whored herself out for." Ron yelled.



Seeing that Ginny was about to suffer a complete mental breakdown, Hermione whispered Winky's name. "Winky can you do anything to calm Ginny down. And maybe take her to her room?" the brunette whispered to the little house elf.



"Yes, Missy Hermione. I can put her to sleep and pop her up to her bed." Winky said.



"Can you please do so? Then come back I think Molly may need the same service."



"Yes Missy Hermione." Winky popped her fingers and Ginny dropped to sleep. Winky gave Hermione a smile and popped the sleeping girl away.



Severus laughed aloud. The room turned to him enmass. "The manipulative old bastard is probably using Weasley Family money to pay for it."



"WHAT?" Molly yelled.



"I wouldn't worry about it Molly the Goblins are almost completely finished with the old arse." Sirius said caustically. A devious look crossed his face. "In fact…you know Arthur, we can have Ted start the proceedings, and if we can have your marriage dissolved due to potion use and/or infidelity ASAP, you may be able to get rid of her before we close the net on Dumbledore. If she is no longer your wife when the Goblins return your fortune, she won't get diddly."



"Yes, the Goblins can give you a statement of what's in her hidden personal vault. She may end up paying you alimony." Harry said laughing.



Seeing the imminent Molly explosion Hermione signaled Winky rather frantically. Winky didn't put Molly to sleep, for whatever reason, instead she silenced Molly and then popped her upstairs and charmed the door so she was unable to open it.



Winky popped back down and gave Hermione a big smile, which Hermione returned. The brunette witch then mouthed her thanks making the little house elf blush before slipping away.



"Oi," Ron was torn. On the one hand he always defended his mother. On the other hand she didn't really deserve defending anymore. "Um…pretty sure that was a knee jerk reaction…but you know she is still my mum.



"Sorry Ron. It's just that she helped do some really bad things to a lot of people in this room." Hermione said softly. "Apparently that includes Ginny."



"Well, we seem to have come up with an appropriate course of Action for Molly. But I don't know what we need to do for Ginny. She may be Dumbledore's child but I'll be damn if he's getting his hand on my little girl." Arthur looked to his sons for their opinion.



"Why do we have to do anything?" George asked.



"Because she will soon be heiress to whatever fortune Dumbledore has managed to amass honestly. Yet at the same time she is clearly not stable and her illegitimacy will leave her at a disadvantage when it comes to marriage." Bill said quietly.



"Even with the divorce, Arthur will be able to take Ginny as his ward. He has raised her and provided for her for the last fourteen years, and sorry boys but there isn't a judge in the Wizarding world that will declare your mum a fit mother. Even as Arthur's ward, there aren't many old families that will consider her as anything but beyond the pale." Sirius said gently.



"Set up a betrothal with me." Neville spoke for the first time that evening. "I like Ginny. I think she and I could do well together. I'm strong enough emotionally now to help her, and I'm probably the only person who can understand how a family member can brainwash you all while trying to help you. I'm strong enough financially and politically to weather the storm that might arise. We can set up the contract so that anything she inherits goes to any children we may have. And I already know some of the Wizarding world's best mind healers."



"Really Neville, are you sure you shouldn't check with your grandmother first?" Minerva said in her usual calm manner.



"Er…well Ginny is on her list of approved witches. Besides with the betrothal written in the old manner, I'll have the power to stop Ginny from serving Dumbledore again. Grandmother approves of anything that pisses the old man off." Neville smiled evilly.



Tomorrow we need to move on this. We will need to close the books on Dumbdork so we can concentrate on the more pressing problem." Remus and Severus shared a look that would have frozen the blood of any of their enemies.



"Realistic outlook. It we can finish Dumbledore off before we return to Hogwarts, we should be in a better position to end the threat of Voldemort next summer. Over the school year everyone will focus on taking out the DeathMunchers And Nibblers." Harry planned.



"If we can get Minerva in as Headmistress, she can change the wards to exclude anyone carrying the dark mark." Moody suggested.



"I would need the Arithmanical equation he used to create it." Minerva said disappointedly.



"I may be able to help you with that" Hermione said with a bit of a cheeky grin.



"What? How?" everyone but Harry and Ron gasped.



"Well the Dark Mark is simply a modified protean charm; much like what I used to enchant the fake galleons we used to schedule DA meetings last year. I was able to find the proper equations to make it a tattoo, and I extrapolated from there to embed it in a coin instead." The bright witch said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.



"You did that in your fifth year? Who helped you? Vector? I cannot believe she didn't brag at the end of year meeting." Snape asked, he was shocked.



"No one. She did it all in about 4 weeks, in October. You are talking to the girl who successfully brewed PolyJuice Potion in her second year." Harry bragged. "In Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom none the less."



"how on earth did you get the boomslang skin? It's a highly controlled substance." Arthur asked. He and Gerard shared a look of fatherly pride.



"Well she stole it of course-right from under tSnape's great hooked nose-she did." Ron answered with a giggle.



"How? I keep my Ministry controlled substances Heavily Warded." Snape was completely incredulous. "I knew someone had gotten past them but I'd assumed it was a seventh year…not a second!"



"Well now that would be telling, now wouldn't it." Hermione answered cheekily. That not only broke the remaining tension in the room , it also broke up the meeting. Because Snape crossed to Hermione and bending down, he scooped her over his leanly muscled shoulder. She had to use both hands to lift the curtain of her hair, as Snape carried her out of the room she shouted at McGonagall, "I'll get you the proper equations tomorrow." Snape bounced her against her shoulder. "Afternoon."



The couple disappeared upstairs. Sirius and Remus retreated with the twins to the lab. Harry struck up a conversation with Ron and Neville. While Kingsley talked with Arthur and his oldest sons about the situation with Ginny and Molly.



**********Snape's Turn*********



Upstairs Snape dropped Hermione onto the bed following her down. "So you are the little thief." He said before he ducked his head sown to capture her mouth in a kiss. His hands slid to her buttons. Breaking the deeply passionate kiss, he began to unbutton her blouse. As he loosened her buttons, he nipped the lovely silky skin he revealed. Her sexy little yelps were driving him wild.



*****Snape PoV*****



I lifted my head and pulled back up to her mouth, slanting my mouth over hers before she had time to speak. Holy shit, she tasted so sweet, like oranges. Her lips were smooth and soft. I poked my tongue at her teeth and slid it around her gums,



first on top, then on bottom, asking to enter. I felt her shudder and her mouth opened. My tongue raced inside and began exploring the roof of her mouth, the inside of her cheeks. I lapped at her tongue and rolled it around mine. She moaned into my mouth and started kissing me back.



Christ, I was almost delirious now. My head was swimming, this was the insufferable little know it all in my arms kissing me with hunger and desire. I was going to explode any minute. One hand was wrapped in the bushy waterfall of her hair. My left hand snaked down her thigh and scooted under her skirt, sliding up the inside of her left thigh. She was wearing thigh high stockings! That thought made me dizzy. How many days had she been wearing stockings under those demure skirts while I sat across the class room or parlor from her never knowing?



I didn't wait for permission this time but slid right up to her juncture and rubbed my fingers against the crotch of her panties. I could tell by the feel that they were cotton, not silky, and they were soaked. God help me! She was wet, really wet! I grunted in surprise and heard her answering whimper. She broke the kiss, panting and looking at me with desire swollen eye lids. Her lips were bruised from our kissing; her pupils were wide and black. I'd never seen anything this sexy in my entire life. She was breathless but managed to force out, "Please Professor Snape, I've been ever so naughty."



"I should not find that as sexy as I do." I slid two fingers under the elastic of her panties and slid them inside her. Hot! Tight! Dripping wet!



"Nimue's Soaking Knickers!" she shouted and her head fell onto my shoulder. I began to thrust them in and out and started kissing her neck where it meets her shoulder. The hand that was in her hair tightened causing her to back to bow, arching those delectable tits into my mouth. I licked and bit, sucked and nibbled her breasts as I slipped my thumb inside her panties and began circling her clit. I could feel it, hot and swollen and slick with her fluid. I loved that I was doing this to her. And she was whimpering and repeating, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," like a mantra each time I slid my fingers into her and circled her little bud with my thumb.



She was boneless in my arms and my brain still hadn't caught up with my body. I lifted my lips from her nipple and began murmuring to her softly. My voice was so hoarse with desire, I barely recognized it.



"Ahh, Hermione, you're so beautiful. I can't believe I'm touching you like this. It's unreal. You're so sexy. I love touching your sexy little body."



She is moaning steadily now. The sound is making me feel like



I'm going to explode. "Oh yeah, Beautiful, let go for me. I've got you. I want to make you come, Minx. I want to watch it. Let me see it."



I dropped my head and sucked her nipple deeply into my mouth. I swiped my thumb firmly over clit. Once. Twice. Three times. And then it happened.



Her legs went taut, her back arched, and she ground her mons into my hand, bucking forward. She shouted my title.



"Pro...Prof...Pprrooffesssoorr!" I sucked her tit into my mouth as hard as I could as her vaginal walls began clamping around my fingers. Her 'Oh' mantra turned into 'Oh God!' after my name. She looked me in the face, eyes wide with amazement. "Oh God, OhGod, Severus, Ohhh, Gooodddd!" Her beautiful face and chest were flushed pink and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth was wide open sucking in gasps of air.



*****Hemione PoV*****



I caught Severus off guard, moving despite the post orgasm lethargy that was trying to settle in my muscles. I flipped us over so that I was now hovering above him. I smiled and sucked the skin below his nipple, loving the feel of his muscles quivering under my mouth. When my tongue swirled around his nipple and then sucked it into my mouth, teasing its hard, little knob, he groaned and woke, his pelvis lifting off the bed.



He looked down at me. I pretended not to notice and just moved on to explore his chest with my tongue. I moved up to his neck and clamped onto his pulse, sucking hard and grazing him with my teeth. His voice was low aroused. "So sexy. Are you going to use that naughty little tongue on me, Miss Granger?" His wittiness cut off abruptly as my hand wrapped around his cock, now hard and heavy in my hand. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed.



I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and sucked, retreating and bathing him with my tongue. "Ooohhhh, Hheeerrrmmmiiiioonnneeeee ..." his voice hissed out, making me feel a rush of warmth in my body, knowing that I was affecting him. I'd dreamt of it, but the reality was always more stunning. I glanced up to look at his face. His sensual face was held in a expression of intense arousal, his mouth open, his eyes shut, his jaw moving slightly with his breath, was which becoming ragged.



I bobbed up and down his shaft, sucking and tasting him. I wrapped my hand around the portion I couldn't fit into my mouth and worked his shaft along with my hand, along with my mouth. I didn't know if I would ever be able to take all of him. But I would have fun trying!



He pried me away and I let go with an audible pop. He pulled me up, jostling my body like a rag doll. I continued to stroke him, loving the feel of his hot, silky hardness pulsing in my hand. Moving quickly he moved out of my grasp and rolled me over onto my stomach, jamming a pillow under my hips.



He covered me, one hand sliding under me and sliding down to test my readiness. "So wet," he muttered, upon feeling my swollen labia engorged and soaking between my legs.



"You make me like this," I whispered.



"It's like a dream. I can really do this to you." he muttered under his breath, obviously talking to himself, still slightly disbelieving that he excited me this way.



He grunted and slid both hands to my hips, beginning the long slide inside. My muscles spasmed and he stopped. "Go!" I yelped.



He grunted, pulling back a little and pushing in again, a little deeper this time. A few determined strokes later, he was almost in and my muscles were stretching to accommodate him. I willed my body to relax. "You O.K.?" he asked, panting into my ear.



"Yes, give me all of it."



He groaned, pulled back until just the head rested inside my throbbing labia and then slammed his rigid cock into me in one stroke, burying his huge shaft to the balls. I yelped and cried out at the pleasure/ pain of his sudden intrusion. He held still and asked, "Oh bugger. Did I hurt you?"



"No, you're just ... really ... Big! And every time feels like the first time again."



He make a sound of amusement and began to pump in and out of my at a languid pace, pressing my hips into the pillow. His strong thighs bracketed mine and squeezed them together. It made a mighty tight fit for him and we both groaned in unison.



His pace accelerated and I lost control of my vocal chords as the waves of pleasure washed through me. The feel of him, hot and hard, made me quiver and whimper as my muscles burned, ached and then fluttered around his enormous cock. The feeling was exquisite. He began to pump me hard and fast, but kept his strokes long and deep.



I don't think he realized he was chanting quietly in little pants. "Oh fuck, so tight, oh fuck, so tight, oh fuck, so tight."



I felt my orgasm coil in my gut and shouted, "So close, oh God, Severus, Yes!"



He grunted and began to hit me even harder, his cock slamming into me. The added sensation of his hips smacking into my ass and his balls slapping my clitoris made me delirious. I began crying out, "Yes! Fuck me hard, Professor! Give me all of it. So deep this way! Stuff it in. Oh, push hard. Fuck me hard!"



I loved the feeling of his incredibly hard cock as it pushed past the resistance of my protesting muscles and plowed deep into my body; he was in so deep.



I was stretched so wide and my muscles were sore. It wasn't pain. More of an arousing ache. Always before he'd been the men had been very gentle. It seems that being able to have me to themselves, brings out their more feral sides. The pleasure/pain of his huge cock being shoved, almost forced into me as my aching walls protested, was unlike any pleasure I'd ever known.



It felt as though no one had ever penetrated me this deep and I felt a pressure deep in my abdomen that I knew I'd felt before, yet again it still felt like the first time. It made my entire pelvis throb and ache as he slammed into my cervix, sinking in from above and punishing my G-spot like it had never been punished. I felt my labia stretch and roll as he retreated, pulling the skin back along his shaft as he yanked his hips back with every stroke.



I whimpered and a quivered like a woman possessed no coherent words able to be formed. My whole body convulsed as my release hit me like a stinging slap. "I'm coommiinngg!" I shouted. It didn't sound stupid at the time.



My scalp tingled, my clit jumped and my womb cringed, as he continued to plow into me, not even slowing down. My thighs vibrated with the intense rippling pleasure as my orgasm continued to wash over me. I found my voice and shouted, "Professor! Yes, yes, yeehhheeesss!"



He shouted, "Ahhh, God Minx! Yes, you're coming for me!" as he felt me grip him harshly as I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life. I was totally delirious.



I felt his sweat land on my back in cool droplets as they fell from his face and hair. He was like a machine, continuing to pound me. His mouth came down to nip at my shoulders as his pace slowed slightly. But he continued to hit me hard, my now over-sensitized tunnel fluttering in confusion at the continued pleasurable assault.



His lips near my ear and his voice was ragged with ecstasy. He murmured, again, I think unaware, "Love your sexy, little body. Love your sexy, little body. Love your sexy, little body." Then, "Oh Merlin, I love being inside you, Hermione. Oh Merlin, I love being inside you, Hermione. Make you come again. You are going to come for me again, Miss Granger."



He sucked on the back on my neck. One hand slid under me to grasp my breast. His fingers found my nipple and pinched. I felt pleasure ripple through me as I peaked again. "Awww, yeah!" he shouted. "I've never been squeezed so hard!"



His lips met the skin below and behind my ear and sucked in as I listened to him drag noisy breaths in through his nostrils as my orgasm ended.



I worked my hand down under me and between his legs. Each time his balls slapped my soaking crotch with a splat, I curled my fingers up to catch his sack as it retreated, feeling his testicles roll as they slid backwards over my fingers. "Your turn, Severus. Let go for me, baby."



He let go of my neck and began to chant. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, Minx! Do That! Oh sweet Jesus. Oh feels so good. Touch my balls. Oh a little more, a little harder. Oh, I'm gonna come, wanna come. Squeeze a little. Oh yeah, oh yeah, ooohhh ffuucckk!"



I pressed my hand harder against his sack as he made his final thrusts, wrapping my fingers around his sack. That did it.



"HERMIONE!" my name tore out of his throat I felt his hips shudder against my ass and press deep as he found his release. My tunnel was awash in his hot seed. His cock remained inside but he rocked his hips against me in shallow, quick thrusts, massaging the head of his cock against my G-spot as his hot seed splashed inside me. I think it was a lucky accident, but maybe he knew what he was doing.



Out of his mind with the force of his orgasm, he wailed, "Your little cunt is soooo ffuucckkiinngg ttiigghhtt!"



I shouted as I felt my walls spasm again, pulling gently on his nuts, milking him for every drop. He collapsed onto my back and croaked, "Jesus, Minx. I'm an old man. I don't know how many orgasms like that I can take."



"You were amazing, Professor."



"Me? You ... God, Hermione. I can't even describe how intense that was" He paused. "Did you call me, baby?"



I laughed and buried my face in the pillow. "Yeah, I think I did."



He feathered his lips over the back of my neck and whispered, "I liked it ... a lot!"



I didn't know what to say so I decided to change the subject and said, "We've destroyed these sheets. They may never be the same again. Hopefully Winky and Dobby will forgive us."



Elsewhere in the house the other bondmates were all feeling the arousal that had flowed through the bond. Unfortunately the satiation that followed was a bare echo of what Hermione and Severus were feeling. Unknowingly all of the others shared one thought. ~I swear I've got to figure out how to approach one of the others at times like these.~