Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 11 ~ The Game is Afoot


The Professor had never been forced to focus on a witch like he focused on Hermione, his black eyes flicking from the witch to her indicator and back as he applied his cock to her body, giving her long, deep strokes, holding back his natural inclination to let loose and drive the witch across the bed. Normally sex was his own satisfaction, the witch involved deriving her pleasure only as a result of the Potions Master seeking his own release. But this was not about release as he rode Hermione's body, but about sustaining the witch by providing her pleasure as long as possible. It was about keeping her alive.

And Hermione just didn't require fucking, she needed kisses as well. Severus had never been a wizard to kiss the witches he fucked....he never knew where their mouths had been, but suspected wrapped around another wizard's cock quite frequently. Yet, the Spells Mistress was a different story...and when he did kiss her, it took this clinical act to another level. An act that had always been purely physical, suddenly became quite intimate and involved...the level of possession much deeper, much more satisfying as the witch kissed him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as he plowed into her body repeatedly. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes locked to Hermione's face, listening to her passionate declarations and praises, her words moving him to be more ardent and thorough...wanting to hear more even as he told himself, this was not a true encounter.

More than once the Potions Master had to stop and count down because the witch was driving him to the brink, continuing to whisper his title and roll her pelvis, working her body under him for all she was worth, the wizard groaning against her wantonness. Gods, she was uninhibited and lovely. He would never have believed Hermione Granger had so much fire inside her if he wasn't experiencing it for himself. It seemed the witch's body craved cock as much as her brilliant mind craved knowledge. She was the whole package. Finally the wizard closed his eyes against her and began to try and focus on unpleasant thoughts so he could continue fucking her. And that was how Firenze found him, sweat pouring from his aching body as he breathed thought after thought to contain himself as he fought what felt like the hardest battle of his life.

Finally, with the centaur's appearance, Severus was free to let go...to finish the witch, and drove into her uncontrollably, whispering his own delight and appreciation...something else he rarely ever did. When the wizard finished and exited the bedroom to leave her with Firenze, he knew that he had inadvertently found quite a rare treasure in Hermione Granger, and her misfortune had indeed been his blessing.

Now he stood hidden behind a tree like some smitten child, studying her and trying to figure out just how to make her want him. More than once he toyed with the idea of simply forcing himself on her aggressively. She had already been fucked by him after all. But the wizard believed Hermione was too strong for such an approach. She was no shrinking violet and more than likely he would end up very painfully if not permanently hexed.

Severus watched as the witch sighed and started back towards Hogwarts, passing him so closely he could have reached out and touched her. The wizard let her walk by unimpeded, then followed, his brow furrowed in thought. He had to make a move soon.

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Marcus Delaluci sat at the High table, eating scrambled eggs with sausage and glancing from time to time at the Spells Mistress. He had opted not to be obliviated after their encounter, but even if he had been...the memories would have returned. Marcus was a former Eradicator, one of the Ministry's secret assassins who did the political dirty work for the high officials, his orders coming for the most part from the Minister of Magic himself. Part of the reason Marcus was recruited to this elite group was because of his ability to regain obliviated memories as well as his ability to resist veritaserum. No one knew why the wizard could do this, but Marcus suspected it had something to do with his dragon ancestry and blood. Both were handy abilities to have.

The wizard's violet eyes telescoped slightly as he looked at the petite witch, who was sipping a cup of tea. He would definitely like another go at her without that spell getting in the way. He was sure Hermione was a screamer and that if he managed to get hold of her again, he could make her hit an octave over high C. It had been more than a month since her ordeal, and Marcus figured that her natural libido had to be in gear by now. Hermione was a healthy witch after all, and she couldn't cuddle up to all those books she toted around for most of the day. She might be ripe for a bit of seduction, and Marcus was quite ready to pluck her juicy little body from the tree of her inhibitions.

The wizard had been quite proud of his performance with Hermione when it came his time to "stimulate" the witch, and Marcus was sure he had made an impression on her. Most likely, all he would need to do was plant a naughty little suggestion in her mind that they go another round and work at her a bit. The witch would be quite convenient if he could start some kind of open relationship with her. She'd save him a few galleons too. Picking up witches at the clubs cost money, and Marcus wanted to hang on to his hard-earned cash if possible. Why buy the witch if you could get the pussy for free?

The Dark Arts teacher noticed that Snape was giving her the eye too, in a sneaky, conniving kind of way. Hm. So the snarky wizard fancied another go at her as well, eh? Marcus smirked. Hermione would never go for it, not when she had a good-looking bloke like him willing to blow more than smoke up her robes. And he could make the clouds as big as she wanted.

Suddenly the Great Hall was filled with hooting as the owl post arrived, birds swooping in and delivering letters and packages to the residents of Hogwarts. A beautiful golden owl landed in front of Hermione. It wore a collar with the Malfoy crest and had a small package attached to it. Severus’ eyes narrowed. Lucius had sent the witch some kind of gift. So, she was still on his radar. Damn him.

Hermione removed the package from the owl’s leg and fed it a bit of bacon before it flew off, then looked at the package curiously. Severus hoped she would open it now so he could see what he sent.

As if Hermione heard the Potions Master’s thoughts, she turned the small package over and unwrapped it. The witch looked down at the contents and turned bright red as she picked the object up.

It was a long leather belt with a Slytherin crest on the buckle. It had quite a lot of holes along the strap. Severus’ eyebrow arched. Lucius must have used a similar belt on her during sex. Gods, what a way to let the witch know he was still interested. The wizard had style, Severus had to give him that.

Hermione quickly wrapped the belt back up and put it in her robes pocket, looking extremely out of sorts for several minutes as she tried to finish her breakfast. Finally, she wiped her mouth daintily and rose from the High Table, exiting the Great Hall.

Marcus was waiting for this. He quickly swallowed down the rest of his pumpkin juice and followed after her, Severus scowling blackly as he watched the wizard hurry out of the staff exit. Then the Potions Master hurriedly scarfed down his meal as well, leaving the Great Hall in a billow of robes.

At the end of the table, Albus watched the scene unfold, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. It seemed Hermione had gained two suitors out of her misfortune, even if she didn't realize she had them yet. He hoped Marcus and Severus could maintain civility between them as things developed. Both were powerful dark wizards. A duel between them would be most unfortunate and could cost him at least one good teacher. He'd keep an eye on them both.

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Marcus followed Hermione at a discreet distance as she turned down the dungeon corridor. Her rooms were right next to the Potions Master’s private quarters. That was another reason the blonde wizard believed Severus would never make headway with the witch. If Hermione stayed only two doors down from him, Marcus would have been knocking her heels together within two weeks at the most.

Marcus waited until Hermione made it to her door before he called her.

“Hermione!’ he called. “I want a word, if you don’t mind.”

The witch looked up and flushed slightly as the wizard approached her, smiling broadly and swaggering just a bit. He stopped and looked down at her, his violet eyes telescoping reflexively.

Hermione sighed.

“If I did mind, Marcus…would it make a difference?” she asked him.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the wizard was on the prowl.

“In your case, not at all,” he replied, placing one hand on the door and leaning toward the witch. Hermione backed up against it, looking up at him and frowning slightly.

Marcus grinned at her then said, “How about you and I spending a bit of quality time together? I’ve been watching you witch, and you haven’t done anything but work in the past month. We could have a very good time together. A little food, a little wine, a little….”

He waggled his eyebrows at the witch and licked his lips, his eyes washing over her hungrily.

Hermione felt a little heat rise in her belly. She couldn’t help it, even though this was Marcus, the most randy wizard to ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts. He had been an amazing lover and she knew it first hand. But still, he was not the kind of man she wanted to be involved with in any way, good lover or not.

“I don’t think so, Marcus,” she replied.

The wizard scowled slightly.

“Why not?” he asked her. “You know I can make the night a good one, witch. What happened between us in the infirmary is nothing compared to what I can do to you now that you aren’t ‘dying for it.’”

Hermione colored a bit at his turn of phrase.

“Leave it to you to take a life and death situation and turn it into a springboard for casual sex, Marcus” Hermione said to him evenly.

Marcus smirked.

“There’d be nothing ‘casual’ about it, believe me,” Marcus purred at her, “I’d give you so many orgasms witch, you’d be a dried-out husk by the time I was finished with you.”

Hermione did her best not to react to this statement. The truth was, she was beginning to feel a bit randy. She hadn’t been involved with a wizard for almost a year when the hex hit her, and due to her interaction with Marcus and the other wizards, her body was reawakened to the pleasures of the flesh. She steeled herself.

“I said no, Marcus. The only reason you ever touched me was because I was dying. I would have never had sex with you if not for that,” she said to him.

Marcus cocked his head at her. Time to go for the residual guilt…or the old “you owe me” line.

“I would think that you’d be grateful for my help,” he said to her in a low voice, “and would want to give me some kind of reward. You would have died without me. The least you could do would be let me experience you without the spell.”

Hermione looked at the wizard incredulously. The nerve!

“Marcus, you really are a pig,” Hermione spat at him, pushing at his broad body with her small hands and making the wizard straighten. “Only you would come up with me owing you a fuck because of a fuck.”

Marcus grinned for a moment, then sobered.

“Hermione…you are a beautiful, passionate witch and deserve to be with a wizard who can meet your needs. I know I’m not perfect…and yes, I am a womanizer…I can’t help that I like pussy…it…it just calls to me. But I’m telling you this witch, that I am sincere in wanting you. You need someone to tide you over until you do find a wizard that will sweep you off your feet. There’s nothing wrong with a casual relationship, and believe it or not I can be very discrete,” he said, looking down at the witch. “I could be everything you need, Hermione.”

Marcus was doing all right for himself up to that moment. Then he ruined it.

The wizard pulled his robes tight against his loins then concentrated, enlarging his cock so much it looked as if he had shoved a football down his trousers.

“Everything you could ever need,” he purred at her.

“Marcus! That’s just…just horrible! Get out of here!” Hermione said. She turned, unlocked the door to her rooms, rushed in and slammed it behind her.

Marcus stared at the door for a moment as his cock returned to its normal size.

“She wants me,” he said, nodding to himself before turning and swaggering up the corridor.

Marcus planned to wear Hermione down. He saw the heat in her eyes when he first propositioned her. She did want a lover. As far as the former Eradicator was concerned, he was the best choice. Fuck Snape. The snarky bastard wasn’t going to beat his time, that was for sure.

He walked right past Severus, who was disillusioned and pressed into a niche. He had witnessed the whole conversation, his black eyes going wide with shock as he saw Marcus’ special little ability. Shit. What witch could resist that for long?

Severus removed the disillusionment spell and walked to his office, scowling. He let himself in, then opened the wall to his private study. The wizard stalked across the room and dropped into the armchair facing the fireplace. He stared morosely into the flames, going over what he had witnessed. It took him a little time to come to terms with Marcus’ ability to enlarge his cock. Severus knew he had a massive tool, but Marcus could easily outsize him if he chose.

Then the wizard calmed himself. Hermione was a witch, not a wizard. It would take more than physical attributes to attract her. Besides, she had already experienced Marcus and still turned him down…so his ability to change the size of his cock obviously wasn’t enough to get her to his bed.

Marcus was handsomer than he was, but he really was a pig. Severus was no angel when it came to witches either, but at least he was discrete. And Marcus had all the graciousness of a raging troll in a glassware shop when it came to trying to persuade the witch. For a moment there, Severus found the Dark Arts teacher’s reasoning compelling and sincere…he might have come out all right if he hadn’t ruined it by making his cock the size of a Quidditch bat. Hermione was not impressed.

Severus tapped his chin. Lucius had also made his initial move. No doubt the pureblood was at his manor plotting as well. Gods help the witch if that sick bastard managed to lure her to his dungeons.

The Potions Master sighed. He had done enough watching. It was time for him to take action. He went over what the witch had told him while under the veritaserum.

”I have always thought you attractive in a dark and somewhat snarky way. Your mind is phenomenal, as is your skill. Your voice, your presence and your eyes are also very attractive. Perhaps I might have thought of you that way if I thought you might have any interest in me as a woman. But you never showed any.”

Hermione had given him the answer. He had never shown any interest in her as a woman. Well, he would rectify that. But first he needed to test the waters.

The Potions Master stood up, walked over to his desk, sat down and took out a sheet of his finest parchment. Picking up a quill and dipping it into the inkwell, he began to write.

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A/N: Man, everyone is making their moves on Hermione. Lucius sending her that belt…ooh mama. Lol. And Marcus…what the hell was he thinking? Lololol. Severus has just stepped up to the plate. Now…what is he writing? We’ll find out soon enough. Please review.