The Bond

****hermioneandseverusfan- I do! I have alot of his movies, Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually, all the HPs that have been released, Perfum, Mesmer, Dark Harbor, Blow, Snow Cake, the Winter Guest, Madly Truly Deeply, Die hard, Close my Eyes, Robin Hood, Dogma, I cant wait to see Nobel Son.....They are hard to find over here, I have a close friend in Dover England who gets them for me, especially some of the BBC stuff he does. He is going to reprise his role in Private Lives for a short stint next summer in NY, I plan to go, plus Dan Radcliffe will do a short stint in Equus on Broadway so I wanna see that too....right now Im waiting for Searching for John Gissing to arrive from England....thank goodness I have British connections LOL




CHAPTER ELEVEN


Hermione had braced herself for a harsh landing, as always seemed to happen when she traveled by portkey. Instead, they landed quite softly, Severus’s arms still wrapped tightly around her. She opened her eyes and looked around.
“Oh my god, will you look at this place!” She exclaimed. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but it certainly wasn’t anything like the decadent den of sin she now found herself in. The floor was carpeted with rich, thick black fur that she suspected was mink. The walls were padded and covered in tufted black silk. A black velvet chaise was in the middle, beside a black lacquered side table that bore the Slytherin crest on its top. Large pewter candelabras were set about the room, casting a faint glow around them.

“Typical of Lucius.” Severus said as he looked around. “Décor was changed, used to be red velvet, looked like a bordello.” Severus glanced at the wall behind them, it appeared that the evening was already in progress.
“Hermione…turn around love, this is what you came to see.” Severus turned her slowly so she could see through the viewing wall.

Lucius’s chamber was as decadent as the viewing room. The floors were covered in the same rich black fur, though the walls were a dark gray and were covered in various tapestries. His bed was enormous; she had never seen a bed that large before. No doubt he needed the room if he was prone to taking more than one person into his bed at a time. The headboard was large, reaching almost to the ceiling, and was padded and covered in black leather, tufted with silver grommets. It was covered with a black velvet comforter turned down to reveal silver satin sheets.


A fire was burning in a large black marble fireplace, and before it was a large black chair, in which sat Lucius. He was barefoot, his loose fitting slacks undone at the waist, and his lavender silk shirt was untucked, and unbuttoned. His pale skin was smooth, and his lean body was well defined and muscular. Even from a distance she could see the ridges of his abdomen clearly. His eyes were closed, his legs stretched out in front of him, hands resting on the arms of the chair.
A woman stood behind his chair. She was tall and willowy, her hair reached her shoulders in artfully styled layers. It was a deep auburn color that caught the light from the fire beautifully. She was dressed in nothing but a simple black slip. Hermione watched as the woman smoothed her hands over his platinum hair, then slid her hands forward and into the open front of his shirt, tracing over his chest and stomach.
“Sit down, sweet.” Severus’s voice called softly from behind her. He was now seated on the chaise, leaning into the raised portion. She sucked in a sharp breath, amazed at how incredibly sexy he looked sprawled there against the black fabric. He reached for her with one hand, and she took it as though in a trance. He pulled her to sit beside him, leaning slightly into his chest,

“That is Lucius’s mistress, her name is Helena. He cares a good deal for her.” Severus said softly. Hermione couldn’t look away as she watched Lucius stand, his hands resting on the woman’s waist while she slid her hands under the silk of his shirt and caressed his shoulders, pushing the shirt off of him in the process.
“But he doesn’t love her?” She asked, unable to take her eyes off of the couple in the other room.
“No, I don’t think he will ever love again. Narcissa was his one true love, and it nearly killed him that they did not have happily ever after.” He was watching Hermione’s reactions more than he was watching the show, after all, he had seen Lucius in action before.
‘Do you feel that way Severus? Was Lilly it for you?” She asked, almost afraid to hear his answer.
“I thought so, once.” His answer, though short, said so much. She laid her hand on his thigh, her fingers kneading gently as she watched the action begin to unfold.
“Can they see us?” She asked.
‘No, though Lucius knows we are here.” Severus said, noting how Lucius made certain that he and Helena remained in clear view at all times.

Once upon a time, he would have eagerly joined in their fun, but now, the only thing he desired was the little witch in his arms. Hermione was transfixed, her breathing was becoming quick, and uneven, a soft flush beginning to spread across her face, neck and chest. Severus wanted to groan when she began tugging slightly on the vee neckline of her green wraparound jersey dress. She hadn’t bothered with shoes and was curling her pink tipped toes into the furred carpet. She was aroused; he could smell it on her skin, the musky sweet scent of a heated woman.

On the other side of the wall, Lucius was slowly walking Helena backwards to the end of the bed. He stopped when they reached the edge of the mattress. He bent slightly, grasping the hem of her slip, he lifted it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Helena had the longest legs Hermione had ever seen. She had small breasts with tiny, pink nipples, and her mound was clean shaven. She sat on the end of the bed and looked up into Lucius’s face as she finished undoing his slacks, and pushed them off of his hips, and let them pool on the floor around his ankles.
Hermione wasn’t sure what to think about seeing Lucius naked. He was, without a doubt, quite beautiful. She always thought that he was the embodiment of Lucifer himself, when he was the beloved of all angels. Her eyes drifted to his erection, standing long and proud from his pelvis.
“He was wrong.” She said softly.
“About what?” Severus asked.
“He said he was bigger than you. He may have a little more length, but he’s no where near as thick as you.” She said, her head cocked slightly to the side as she observed the erotic tableau before her.
“Do you find him less intimidating then?” He asked, feeling somewhat vulnerable.
“Yes, but not more desirable.” She answered. “No one could make me feel….want, the way you do.”

She gasped softly when she saw Helena grasp Lucius’s erection in her hand and slide her hand from base to tip. Lucius obviously enjoyed her touch for he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, a look of sublime pleasure on his face.
“Severus?” Her voice cracked slightly.
“Yes?” His lips were so close to her ear she could feel the warm puffs of his breath against her neck.
“Can I touch you?” She slid her hand further up his thigh. “Like that…..can I touch you like that?” She squeezed his thigh as she watched Helena repeat her actions.
“I am yours to do with as you please.” His voice had gone impossibly deeper, sounding rough and raspy. He regretted it the moment he said it. He wasn’t certain he could control himself once she began her curious exploration of his body, but he desperately needed to feel her touch. He had found little relief at his own hand over the last several weeks, and longed for her to pursue the physical side of their relationship.
She was watching Helena carefully, biting her lip as she built up her confidence. She turned towards Severus, who was looking at her through hooded eyes. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the sides apart, she let her fingers ruffle his chest hair, stroke over his nipples and the ridges of his stomach. He tugged the ends from his slacks and spread the shirt open so she could look at him. She was nervous, and hesitated a moment before unfastening his belt and undoing his slacks.
He was wearing the black silk boxers she had bought him. She pushed the elastic waist down, and slid her hand inside to free him from the confines of his clothes. He was more than she remembered. Long and thick, so soft and so hot against her palm. Hermione wrapped her fingers around him, letting them slide gently along his length.
“Harder.” He breathed. The urge to thrust into her hand was almost painful, he had needed her touch for so long, but he refused to do anything that might put her off. She tightened her grip, watching his face for approval as she stroked him.
Her covered her hand with his, showing her how he liked to be stroked. He tightened his fingers around hers, teaching her the slow, steady pace he preferred. Her eyes were glued to their joined hands on his cock, while on the other side of the wall; Lucius was thrusting slowly into his Helena.
“Stroke your thumb over the head on the upstroke.” He groaned when she followed his instructions perfectly.
Hermione watched as his head fell back, and that same look of sublime pleasure she had seen on Lucius now softened Severus’s features. She let her eyes return to their combined fingers as they slowly moved up and down the column of his erection. She watched as the tip began to flush darker, a few drops of clear fluid seeping from the slit. She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but she leaned forward and licked the drops away.
“Oh…Gods….don’t…..move!” Severus pushed her head away and groaned loudly as he came…hard. She watched in amazement as he shot spurt after spurt of sticky white fluid onto his bare stomach.
“Oh.” She said quietly as his head fell limp onto the back of the sofa. He was breathing hard, his face flushed and damp with sweat. She released him when she felt his member begin to soften in her hand. “Did I hurt you?” She asked softly.
“No, but I think you damn near killed me.” He opened his eyes to find her staring at him nervously. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and quickly cleaned himself off. He refastened his pants, then reached for her, pulling her on top of him. “Thank you….I can’t tell you how good it felt to have your hands on me.” He kissed her, his tongue slipping through her lips and sliding alongside hers.
“Severus….”
“Yes darling?” He was raining kisses along her jaw and the side of her neck.
“Let’s go home.” She whispered, her fingers wound tight in his hair. “Take me home and……take me.” He stopped, pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“Are you sure?” He asked, praying that she would not change her mind.
“Yes.” They pulled apart and stood, Severus reached for the key, keeping his arms around her. Just before they were pulled from the room, Hermione glanced into the other room, where Lucius was sprawled on his stomach, panting from his exertions, his mistress had walked away towards the bathroom. Though Severus claimed he couldn’t see her, he looked straight at her, and with a typical Lucius smirk, the devil winked at her.



Upon their return to their apartments, Severus reluctantly left her to do dungeon patrols. She took that time to take a quick shower and change into the green negligee she had taunted him with. She lit the candles, climbed into their bed, and waited for him to return.