Contracts

Chapter 12 - Zaraus

Severus had left.

The screaming of Sarah had finally jogged Hermione out of her trance like state. She went over and picked Sarah up. The baby immediately quit crying . Wiggles came in and lead Hermione and baby Sarah to the nursery.

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Shaman was the last son to step out of the door way. He had to admit he liked what he had seen. She was petite but perfectly proportioned. Except for her breast. They seemed a lot larger than he had thought. The tips were pink….not surprising for a red head. He remembered the red welts across her buttocks. The glittering eyes.

Glittering? Not tearful.

No they had definitely been glittering. Shaman turned and quickly sniffed the room. Someone had been aroused. Considering the fact his father was still clothed it had to be Hermione.


Well, well! She liked a bit of pain. He had to admit that he had enjoyed spanking Pansy. It wasn’t just because she gave a great blow job afterward.

Damn. He wished his father had not used the no penetration spell.

It was positively archaic. Most chastity spells only protected the vagina.

He was looking forward to getting Hermione alone. He was sure he could think of some way for her to satisfy him.

Sarah started to scream and he quickly left before they could try to get him to take care of her. Little sisters were a menace!

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Severus reflected on what had happened in the library. He wasn’t ashamed or even remorseful. He hadn’t done anything wrong in his eyes or the eyes of the wizarding world. It was a common practice for most patriarchs to take the new brides virginity.

He smirked. He really had taken her virginity. It was in two vials safe in his storeroom. A few drops is all that is needed to seal the wedding blessing. The rest was his to work with.

His mind started sorting through potions, black or otherwise, that he could use the pure virginal blood in. He had a few ideas….

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Hermione had carried baby Sarah to the nursery and Wiggles had changed her. Then she had been permitted to take her into the enclosed garden to play with. It was a gorgeous spring day. There were birds chirping, and butterflies fluttering. Soon Sarah had snuggled up to go to sleep and Hermione was left to her own devices. She carefully put the baby down so no injury would come to her and she started exploring her surroundings.

The garden was truly massive. There was a bank of Roses. Red and Yellow. Hermione snickered at the Griffindore colors. There were several realistic statuettes.

She blushed as she investigated a life size statue that had an engorged phallus held in his granite hand. The other hand was extended in invitation. The pose reminded her of how Professor Snape had looked this afternoon. When she looked up she was surprised to see that the eyes of the statue were alive….and they were just as dark as Professor Snapes. She took a few steps back. The eyes followed her but otherwise the statue did not move.

A loud pop behind her had her sturnbling over a bench. A large hand reached down to help her to her feet. She reached up to take the hand and hesitated just before touching it.

A laughing mocking voice said, “After a day with Severus’ brood, I too would be wary of a helping hand.”

Hermione looked up into the eyes of Zaraus Snape. She couldn’t help but smile and placed her hand in his so he could help her up. A friendly face was exactly what she needed.

Zaraus was delighted when the statue had told him that she was in the garden alone. He immediately apparated to the garden. His eyes flew over her. She was just as lovely as he remembered. Taking her from Severus’ whelps would be a pleasure.

Hermione had been delighted when Zaraus had first appeared. Now, however, he was grinning manically and his eyes were more predatory than she remembered. Quickly a friendly smile took away that impression. She must be more paranoid than she thought. All of the Snapes were beginning to get to her.

Zaraus pulled her tightly into his body as she stood. She was so small…and well endowed. His arms had went around her as he pulled her upright. They now closed around her bottom and gave a slight squeeze. She immediately yelped and stepped back.

Zaraus’ eyes narrowed. One of them had been up to their old tricks.

“Good morning Hermione. How are you this lovely morning?” His voice was almost lilting. It held none of the deep timbers of Professor Snapes, but it was full of amusement and concern.

She flushed slightly at his narrowed eyes. Surely he didn’t know that she had been punished? She got out a rather stilted, “I am fine. Thank you. Yourself?”

Zaraus had been watching. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. He pulled Hermione closer until he could once again put his hands on her bottom. She made to step back and he made a chiding noise and shook his head.

“Please stand still. I’m just trying to access the damage.” His hands skimmed her bottom through the very thin gown. He frowned and asked her. “Did he use a cane or a whip?”

Hermione kept her head lowered. She refused to answer him. She gave a slight shake of her head.

Zaraus said, “I am concerned and I order you to answer me. What did he use to punish you?”

Hermione started talking like someone had just given her a dose of veriserum. “A paddle last night. A whip this morning and …..his hands this afternoon.” Hermione had managed to change the last part. It was true after all… just not the complete truth.

Zaraus was gently rubbing her back side. She could hear the concern as he asked, “Did he break the skin?”

She shook her head.

“Answer me Hermione. Did he break the skin?”

Still looking at the ground she said, “I don’t think so.” He regarded her down bent head and gently pulled her over to a bench. He sat down while still holding her hand.

“Hermione, I really like you and I’m concerned about how you are being treated. I would like to see what damage was done to you. May I.”

Hermione didn’t know what to say. See what damage? He wasn’t talking about looking at her butt was he? She knew Professor Snape would not allow that. Even if Zaraus was a Snape. She shook her head and pulled back. Zaraus would not let go. Hermione was starting to panic. What would happen to her if she let him touch her?

Zaraus said, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this. Hermione lay across by knees, buttocks up.”

Hermione immediately bent forward and laid across his knees. She felt so vulnerable in this position. Professor Snape would frail her for allowing this, but she had no control. She wished he would come and stop whatever was about to happen.

Zaraus was talking to her soothingly. “I’m going to lift the back of your gown so I can see where you have been punished.” He slowly and gently moved the bottom of the gown up until it was resting on her back. The welts were raised and red. No healing salve had been put on them. Maybe as a reminder to her. They would fade with time, but leave no permanent marks.

He saw one welt that went against the others. It appeared to have struck her lower and diagonally.

“I knew Severus was a sadistic bastard, but he whipped your sex line?” Zaraus’ voice was loud with righteous fury. Hermione had no choice but to say, “Yes”.

Zaraus said. “I know this will be more embarrassing, but I must make sure that no permanent damage has been done. Please spread your legs apart so I can look.”

Hermione fought the order as hard as she could, but she really had to obey. “Wider.”

His long fingers came down and started to explore. They rubbed across the outside of her lips tracing an imaginary line. She gasped. He patted her butt. “Just give me a minute or two to make sure you are alright.”

Hermione lay across his lap spread open for anyone to see. His fingers came up and probed her clit. She was wet. Very wet. Her clit was swelled already but rose to the extra attention. He made sure he gave it a few extra rubs and a pinch as if he was examining it. Her little moans of pleasure were arousing. She was very responsive. She couldn’t see his smile of delight. He wanted this witch. Badly.

He could feel her hard nipples rubbing his leg through his trousers and his robe. She was aroused. He wished he could do something about it.

He traced her slit all the way back to her puckered little arsehole. One finger ran around the outside repeatedly. He was really testing the magic. He could feel it. Hovering. He was tempted to give it a real test. His hands on either side of her ass pulled the checks back. It exposed the little puckered hole.

“Relax your muscles. I need to see if you were injured here during the ceremony. “ She had to do as she was told. She relaxed, as much as she could. While pulling back on either cheek the fingers of one hand strayed to the opening. He gently touched it. She gasped. He pulled her cheeks a little further apart. “Push back against my fingers.” She tried to move her body and he stilled her. “Don’t use your whole body. Only your muscles here.” He gently rubbed over her again.

She was mortified. Why did he want her to do that? When she used those muscles she was normally in the bathroom. She hesitated so long that he gave another order.

“You must do it now.” She had no choice. She pushed back against him. She didn’t think she could get more humiliated.

She was wrong. He was gently rubbing her. “A little more please.” She tried harder and almost collapsed when she heard a fart erupt from her.

Zaraus merely laughed and said. “That’s ok.” He stroked her a few more times. He pushed slightly and she thought he was going to push his way in when he suddenly started cursing. The wards were set alright. If they were set for one then they were set for all. He was satisfied. The brats wouldn’t be getting there before him.

“He patted her butt and told her to relax.” He retrieved some healing lotion and spread on her butt, back, and even put a dollop or two on her clit. The relaxing healing cream made her kind of warm and tingly. He took his time rubbing it in. He loosened the back of her gown and rubbed the salve over her shoulders. That was when he felt the one that had curved around her neck.

He pulled her up and cuddled her closely to his chest. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt. We’re not all sadistic bastards. Let me make you feel better.” His voice was husky. His eyes were as smoky as Professor Snapes had been.

His hands came up to her breast. Just as he touched her a painful jolt of energy went through him and Sarah started to scream.

Hermione immediately pulled away from him. Sarah was screaming as if someone had hurt her (or was trying to steal her favorite toy). Hermione had barely turned to go to her when Professor Snape spoke from the garden opening.

“Zaraus. What are you doing here?” Professor Snape’s voice was as cold as ice. Hermione froze. Professor Snape’s eyes were on Zaraus and they were as hard as flint.

Baby Sarah started with a new round of screeching and Professor Snape took his eyes off of Zaraus long enough to look at Hermione. What he saw must have pleased him in some way, because a glint of humor came to his eyes. Hermione was so relieved he wasn’t furious with her that his meaning completely escaped her…..for a few minutes.

“Hermione it appears Sarah needs nourishment and you NEED to feed her.” It took a pointed look at her chest to see the wet rings around her breasts to make his meaning clear. Hermione stammered and fled over to Sarah. Sarah reached for Hermione and as soon as she picked her up she latched on through the gown. The baby was greedily sucking and making the wet spots even bigger. Hermione looked up at Professor Snape. She really didn’t know what to do.

Zaraus grunted and couldn’t take his eyes off of the wet spots appearing on Hermione’s dress. His mind was refusing to accept what it very much looked like.

Snape strode over to Hermione and eased her and Sarah down on a bench. He quickly changed her gown into the one she had on last night. The lapels were deep and unfastened. He pushed one of the lapels back over her breast and brought his daughters mouth to her nipple. He conjured a soft cotton blanket that he draped over her shoulder covering her exposed breast and the babe suckling. That settled he turned back to Zaraus .

Zaraus was furious. “How dare you treat her like a milk cow! She’s an innocent and she’s feeding your daughter. That’s not right. She will become my mate and my child should be the first child that suckled at her breast.”

Severus listened to his tirade with no expression whatsoever on his face. When Zaraus was finished yelling, Severus simply said, “Banishment.” Zaraus immediately disappeared.

Severus took a moment to calm down before he came back to Hermione.


First things first. He needed to find out exactly what had happened. Any way you looked at it, Zaraus had encroached on his family’s property. He would deal with Zaraus.

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