Habeas Corpus

This chapter contains explicit and strong sex scenes, so be worn. Joga

Chapter 12 - Dark Spells

Nervously, she sat in the cab taking her to the Snape mansion. She felt awkward. He did not contact her in good two weeks and now she was going to his house, uninvited without a casual phone call you make when you are about to drop by a friend\'s house.

The cab pulled at the address she gave the driver. She paid him and asked to wait another five minutes in case the owner was not at home. Slowly, she walked up the lane leading to Snape\'s house and rang the bell. She waited a few moments before a footman opened the door.

\"Good morning, Ms Rhys.\"

\"Good morning. Is Mr Herrensford at home?\"

\"He is. Please come in, I will announce you.\"

He led her to the library and opening the door announced: \"Ms Rhys, Sir.\"

Only then did Hermione notice him. He was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. He got up and turned to look at her:

\"Samantha, what brings you here at such an early hour of the morning?\"

\"Good morning, George. I believe we need to talk.\"

\"Do we?\"

She walked towards him. \"Yes.\"

The footman closed the door and Snape and Hermione were left alone.

\"I know it is all weird and strange. And I know you don\'t want to have anything to do with me, though I don\'t know why but I need help and you are the only one who can help me.\" She said. Before he could speak, she continued: \"I\'ve been having strange dreams these past few days. They are all very similar. They are about a woman in a dark, big house. It\'s only my mind that is in the dream. I share someone\'s body and ...\"

\"Hermione, what happens in the dreams?\" asked Snape, his voice expressing how concerned he was.

\"I\'d rather ... I\'m a bit ashamed to say it, really but I think it has something to do with the Dark Arts.\"

\"Hermione, if I\'m to help you need to tell me what you dream about.\"

\"I ... couldn\'t .... Couldn\'t you just look into my ... you know ... take a peek at my thoughts or ....\"

\"Hermione, we are both grown up. You can tell me ...\"

\"No! Severus, please.\" She whispered.

\"Fine.\" He reached to his pocket and took out his wand. \"Don\'t fight me, Hermione. Just relax.\" He pointed the wand at the door and placed wards on it, locking it the muggle way as well. He then whispered: \"Silencio\" and finally looked at Hermione. \"It\'s not going to hurt if you don\'t fight me. Try to concentrate on the contents of the dreams and let me see it.\" He pointed the wand at her and whispered the spell. His mind was flashed with the image of Narcissa Malfoy and Francisca McNair. Narcissa spread her legs with a moan of anticipation, her hips humping to the instinctive thrust of her desire. Her pussy was as hot and pink as her nipples. Francisca worked her way down Narcissa\'s thigh with her tongue and then back up. She licked up her slit, tasting the subtle spiciness of her juice. When her tongue pressed gently against her bundle of nerves, it seemed the whole room shook with a quivering response. Her thighs came up fast as she spread her legs wide open. Francisca \'s tongue was glued to Narcissa\'s clit, circling lower and lower until a flush of juice was unleashed. Narcissa shuddered as her legs tensed once more to the wave that was washing over her. She stopped shaking and pulled Francisca\'s juice-soaked face to hers. Using her tongue, she licked her face clean and then started moving her hands down to Francisca\'s slick slit. She toyed with the pouting lips and let her finger tips rest blissfully on the clit. \"You are the only one who can bring m suc such utter joy.\" whispered Narcissa. She then dipped her finger into her partner\'s pussy and Snape decided to break the connection.

He inhaled deeply as he returned to the reality. Hermione sat on the sofa, her cheeks blushed furiously.

\"Which of the women was the one in every dream?\"

\"The ... \"

\"The blonde one or the redhead?\" he helped her out.

\"The blonde one.\" Replied she.

\"Can I see the other dreams?\" asked he, wondering if she thought him a pervert.

\"Yes.\" She responded hesitantly and blushed even more.

He whispered the spell again and immersed into her mind. He saw Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. \"Oh, how I want you,\" he heard the Lucius\' voice. He stood up to fondle the woman\'s breasts and slid his hand down her belly. Narcissa\'s thighs were straining as he licked his way down to her swelling slit. Slowly, he shifted his position and edged down to the top of her clit, gently rubbing the rising knob. Narcissa let out a throaty ahhhhhhh as his fingers parted her soaking lips and pushed into the warm, throbbing depths of her folds. As she arched her back toward his open palm she pushed her pussy onto his hand. Snape searched Hermione\'s mind a bit more only to be flashed with a picture of Narcissa and ... Voldemort. \"Good, girl.\" the Dark Lord said. Narcissa bent low and took the cock in her mouth one time after another. The shiny tip popped over her lips. She tugged and pulled, mouthed and swished. Suddenly, Voldemort let out a low-pitched whimper. A few droplets of pearly white liquid slipped past Narcissa\'s lips and dribbled down her chin. Riddle caught her hair and arched his back as her fingers played with his sack and her mouth sucked out the last of his succulent offering. As he pulled his softening cock away, he reached over to Narcissa and planted a kiss on her lips. \"Tell me, how it feels to suck the most powerful man alive?\" asked he, gazing at her. There was something mad about this gaze. \"Wonderful, Master.\"

Again Snape broke the connection. Without saying a word he walked to the window and stared through it. Hermione sat silently, slightly afraid. Meanwhile, Snape wondered what should she be told. The moment, he saw Narcissa and Francisca, he knew what happened to Hermione. He knew that she was sharing his own body in the dream. Three days ago, Lucius invited him to the party at his house. Snape suspected that it was part of the Dark Lord\'s mating plan. The Malfoy parties were famous to last for days. They were full of sex and dark arts. The first night, he wandered away from the crowd in hope of getting some rest when he noticed a slightly opened door. He took a peek only to witness Lucius ravish Narcissa\'s body with his tongue. Severus was appalled by the way Narcissa treated Lucius but he couldn\'t deny that he was also aroused by it. The next night, Voldemort arranger a r a revel. After the revel, the Death Eaters continued their talks while Snape left only to witness Narcissa suck Voldemort. The next morning he left the Malfoy Manor, discussed by Narcissa\'a behaviour, but Narcissa insisted on him coming the same night for a \'cosy dinner\'. When he arrived a house elf informed him that Mrs Malfoy was upstairs and asked him to join her. He went towards the room the elf indicated only to witness Narcissa and Francisca in a passionate embrace. He also knew one other thing. He was placed under a dark spell, which allowed the person who cared about him see what aroused him. None of that he could tell Hermione.

He turned towards her and after a moment of hesitating said:

\"It seems that you are right. It is some sort of Dark Arts spell, yet it is something I am not familiar with. I will need some time to research it.\" He wasn\'t lying. He didn\'t know the counter spell to that one.

She nodded.

\"I believe you should stay in this house for the time being. I don\'t want you to stay alone.\"

She nodded again.

\"This means that there will be some display for the servants needed.\"

\"What do you mean?\"

He unlocked the door and pressed the servant call button. He then approached Hermione and pulling her to him placed a soft kiss on her lips. \"Everything is going to be fine.\" He whispered before kissing her again, slowly, his lips lingering on her upper or lower lip, delicately caressing her as if trying to wash away the dreams she had and replace them with tenderness and sweetness.

At that moment, the maid arrived. Snape looked up at her and not letting Hermione move away, said:

\"Prepare a room for Ms Rhys. And bring us some tea and cookies.\"

\"Yes, Sir.\" Replied the girl and walked away.

Snape looked at Hermione and seeing how clouded with desire her eyes were whispered, \"I think we should stop or I might not be able to refrain from ravishing your body, my sweet.\"

Hermione blushed and hid her face in his chest.