Heart\'s Journal

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Chapter 13: Of Bonds and Bonding
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**Disclaimer**----- This Chapter Contains some very explicit BDSM scenes. They are consensual if you read prior chapters. If you have problems with these themes… Skip It.
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Severus entered the potions classroom quietly locking and silencing the room with a word. Lissa was nowhere to be seen but he caught her subtle perfume in the air. She was here. It was only a matter of time till he found her.

He walked slowly into the room listening intently for any noises alerting his to where she could be hiding.

She remained very still. She\'d left her options open. She was hiding on the other side of the third cabinet. There was a mirror on the wall across from her that allowed her to see the door to the classroom. She saw him come in and was ready to run if he got too close.

“Come out, little one.” Severus said sweetly, “You can’t hide forever.”

She stayed silent listening for his step. One wrong creak on the floor gave away his position. He was closer than she thought! A streak of delicious fear went through her. She would have move soon. Not too soon...

He caught a flutter of movement. Not a definite noise. He knew this room like the back of his hand he knew where the boards creaked, where to step what to avoid, knowledge that he used to it’s full advantage during his classes. He sniffed the air, her scent was stronger, and he knew he was close.

**I\'ve got you now, little girl. ** He let the thought flow into her mind.

**Not till your hands are on me, Professor. ** She looked briefly to see what he had in mind... what would please him most.

Undecided, she lingered afraid to look but afraid to stay. Damn he was quiet! There had been no further noises for her to judge from and the suspense was killing her. Perhaps a peek? She turned her head just a tad to see in the mirror.

He had her! He swung around the side of the cabinet and caught her arms. He smiled evilly down at her. \"I told you, you couldn\'t hide from me.\"

He crushed her lips beneath his and swung her around backing her over to one of the worktables.

He took his wand from his sleeve and ran it down the side of her cheek, \"Ah, what to do, what to do?\" He mused.

She shivered as his wand traveled down... she was breathing deeply from the chase and his kiss, thoroughly aroused yet needing this… little game.

\"What? Nothing to say?smarsmart remarks?\" Severus said silkily.

\"You look great in black?\" She sidled to the left hoping to slip underneath his arm and therefore escape. Next question: Did she really want to?

His hand shot out stopping her progress. \"Going somewhere?\" Severus smiled.

\"No, sir.\" Gods he was making this excruciating! He was going to torture her to death but, what a way to go!

His hands snaked to her waist and he lifted her up on to the worktable. With a whispered incantation she was quickly bound to the table on her back, her hands stretched above her head, her knees widely spread.

*Oh shit. This is different! * Lissa\'s body responded as she struggled a bit with the bonds. They were snug without hurting her and held her fast, as she lay there exposed for him. She pulled once more on the bonds half-heartedly.

\"What did you have in mind, professor?\" She asked softly.

He walked around her touching here, caressing there. \"What a loverizerize you are.\" He said ignoring her words.

\"P-prize? Gods! What do...you want?\" Lissa\'s heart rate doubled as her breathing became difficult again. He was playing such havoc with her senses and the butterflies in her stomach were trying frantically to fly free it seemed. She bit back the sounds of desire as she bit her lower lip.

\"No more than what I intend to have.\" He said transfiguring a forgotten quill into a gleaming, slim bladed silver knife. He ran the blade up her torso, the fabric of her blouse parting like butter beneath the blade. His eyes were hungry as her skin was bared to his eyes.

He lightly ran the blade up her breastbone and under the front of her bra. With a flick of his wrist the satin was sliced through. He brushed the cups away from her skin and watched intently as the cool air assaulted her nipples and caused them to tighten and pucker. He lowered his lips to one rosy bud and sucked gently as his nails dug firmly into the flesh of her other breast. Pleasure and pain merged as one, twisting together until he was sure she didn’t know where one began and the other ended.

She gasped trying desperately to hold her trembling body still as she felt the blade feather light and cold on her skin. She half whimpered half moaned when she felt the cool air then his lips caress her breasts. Severus\'s lips felt molten to her as he suckled. His nails bit cruelly into her skin and she couldn’t help but shiver from the twin assault. She pulled weakly at the bonds, more to assure herself that they were still there, keeping her where she so desperately needed to be than to truly escape his touch. *Gods! He always seems to know what to do...! *

He smiled as she shuddered under his touch. He was a master at this type of seduction and was in his element now. A beautiful woman at the mercy of his whim, he had forgotten how good it felt. It was even better now because the woman bound before him loved him fiercely.

Releasing her breasts from his vicious onslaught he palmed the knife again and went to work on her skirt, the knife splitting the fabric easily from the hem to her waist in almost one movement. When it fell away from her body he noticed that again her panties were black lace. It was almost a pity to destroy the lovely scrap. The idle thought slid through his mind as he slipped the knife under it and against her skin.

“Don’t move now. I wouldn’t want to cut you.” His voice warned in dark tones. As he murmured these words he was reminded of the sweet metallic taste of her blood during their wedding.

\"Severus....\" So much she wanted to convey, to share, to...she remained still...her heart beating hard against her ribcage. His toy...his plaything...yes and she smiled thinking of it. His willing slave. Did he think that she would actually ever take off the beautiful collar he\'d placed about her neck? Never willingly!

Two sets of eyes watched as Severus and his wife play out their dance... Eyes wide with wonder at at these new lessons taught by their teacher. They had first thought Lissa in trouble but her little moans and whimpers soon told them the truth.

“My dear as lovely as you are stretched out over one of my worktables ‘I’ wish to be a bit more comfortable. Mobilicorpus.” With a flick of his wand he had her in the air. He guided her still body carefully into their rooms and finally into their bed.

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Hermione couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. She leaned against the cooone one wall for support. Professor Snape had stalked after Melissa like... well she didn’t know but when he had magically bound her to the table and began working with that bright flashing knife she almost burst in the room to save Melissa but then she had heard whimpers and moans that certainly didn’t sound like any protest she had ever heard.

She came out of her hiding place slowly. She was sure that the two were too occupied to hear her but she didn\'t want to chance it. She looked again to the worktable where Lissa had been bound and ran her right hand down the left side of her face and neck lightly to her breast. Her other hand slid to her panties before she decided that it would be better to carry this on back in the safety of her rooms.

Hermione realized that her skin was flushed and she had a slow burning need beginning to boil with in her body. She couldn’t believe that watching Snape being so dominating, almost cruel was turning her on. She could almost imagine being in Melissa’s place with a certain other Slytherin stng ong over her doing delicious things to her body. Hermione gasped as the object of her thoughts swaggered up to her.

She watched as the blonde Slytherin walked up to her. Gods! She hoped he didn\'t notice how flushed she was or where her hand had been. She quickly stood up and tried to stalk away.

\"Granger what are you doing down here this time of night?\" Draco eyed her. His eyes swept up and down her body, a slow smile forming on his lips.

\"None of your business, Malfoy. I could ask you the same question.\" This was said with false bravado and irritation. Her body ached for release and she simply wanted to go back to her rooms for some welcome relief... not argue with Malfoy of all people! And the way he looked at her... suddenly again she saw herself in a similar situation as Lissa with Draco the one bending over her, cutting away her skirt, lips suckling her... *Stop it Granger! Stop it this instant! * A guilty flush crept up her cheeks as she looked back to Draco.

He watched with interest as color spread over her cheeks. This was an interesting development. \"My room happens to be down this hallway Granger, if you must know. I will ask you one more time. Why are you hovering outside the potions classroom?\"

\"I don\'t have to answer you, Malfoy. Good night.\" Here swe swept past him.

\"Not so fast.\" He said grabbing her arm as she tried to get past him. \"You look a little flushed Granger, is everything alright? Wouldn\'t want the Head Girl fainting?\"

Trembling slightly she answered simply and quietly, still... unmoving. \"I\'m fine Malfoy. Thank you. I-I just need to go to bed.\"

He raised a pale hand to her cheek. His eyes darkening as he took in her hot skin and quickened breathing. He guided her back against the wall and dipped his head capturing her lips. His tongue stroked her bottom lip asking for her to open for him.

She stiffened a moment then opened her lips almost with a sigh of relief. Her hands came up uncertain where they should go then settled on his chest. Oh to give in....just this once! No fighting...no houses.... She started to explore a bit with her tongue on her own and an arm snaked around his neck as they stood there.

His hands settled on her hips and he pulled her tight against him. He groaned as his cock began to swell at the feel of her soft body against his. Pulling himself away from her lips he rested his forehead against hers. \"Granger if you don\'t leave now I won\'t be responsible for my actions.\" His voice had dropped in to a low deep growl.

\"Why do *I* always have to be the responsible one? Besides... I-I don\'t want to leave.\" She took his head in her hands and kissed him fiercely. This time it was her tongue that sought out an entrance to his mouth ruthlessly demanding the entrance he had only asked of her.

He opened his mouth to her and let her take what she needed for a few moments before pulling away. \"You realize where this is leading don\'t you, Granger?\" Before she could answer his lips sought the pulse point on her neck, a place that he thoroughly explored with nibbling kisses and small rasping bites. One of his hands slid down from her hip to the hem of her skirt and undeth. th. His fingers found her panties wet almost dripping as he stroked her. \"Tell me what you want, Hermione.\"

He assaulted her senses and she lost, for once, the ability to think. Hermione was gasping for air with each stroke of his fingers and desiring nothing more than to see if he had learned any lessons from Snape of the carnal variety. \"Take control, Draco... for tonight...\" Her body arched and strained against him in the filling bloom of passion.

\"I was hoping you would say that.\" Draco said quietly. He pulled away suddenly and stepped back. \"Well come along then.\" He said simply turning away and striding further into the dungeons, smiling when he heard her obedient steps following him. He murmured the password to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin and when it swung open he turned to her one last time. \"Last chance Granger. You can leave now and this never happened.\"

“Draco... you\'re not backing out on me now, are youThe The words were brave but her eyes still held some doubt, however, her Gryffindor courage would make her see it through. She simply wondered where this would leave them in the morning. Looking in his eyes... she didn\'t really care right now.

\"Never Granger. Just checking that you understand what you are getting yourself into tonight. You asked me to take control do you understand what that means?\" Draco asked her huskily. He sincerely hoped that she would give the right answer; he knew he would never get a chance like this again.

Hermione swallowed, closed her eyes and thought again of what she had just seen and heard a few minutes ago. Lissa had seemed to love it and the remembered emotions that had washed over he like breakers at the shore made her ache to try it at least this one time. Her eyes opened and she nodded her assent, determination and lust lighting her eyes.

\"Very well.\" Draco said stepping aside allowing her access to his private space. He followed her inside locking and silencing the door behind them before moving to a small cabinet to one side. He took out two glasses and filled them with ice and poured in the sweet amber liquid. Turning he watched Hermione look around his rooms with interest. He couldn\'t believe that he had her in his room. He was determined to make the most of this night because he knew it was likely that there would never be another. He handed her the glass, \"If at anytime you want me to stop say \'Dumbledore\'.\"

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Harry was hurrying back to Gryffindor Tower when he decided to take a detour to the owlery. His mind kept replaying what he had seen between Snape and Lissa over and over. How could she allow him to do that? She seemed to like it....but how? Why? Why did he ache to do things like that himself? Was he falling more under the sway of Voldemort?

Sirius lounged at the top of the astronomy tower thinking about all that had happened. Two years he had been trapped beyond the veil two years of being dead but never loosing his life. Movement across the rooftops had Sirius looking up and he took in a sharp breath. James? No, it was Harry. He had grown in to the picture of his father. The same messy hair, the same dark rimmed glasses. The only difference was his eyes, Lily\'s eyes.

Sirius thought back to his sixth year at Hogwarts the one time he and James had... well maybe those memories were better left buried. Especially with Harry looking so much like his father. Sirus turned intending to go back to his rooms but finding himself in the Owlery.

Hearing a step behind him Harry turned to see his godfather, Sirius, enter. Harry smiled and let go the breath he\'d unconsciously been holding and went to hug Sirius.

\"I am really glad you\'re back Sirius! I missed you so very much! What brings you to the Owlery?\" Harry looked up at his godfather but had not yet broken the embrace.

Sirius looked at the boy in his arms. He had to think of him as a boy; memories of James naked in his arms were flooding into his mind. Sirius stepped back. Harry would never… He would be disgusted by the thoughts running through Sirius’s mind. He was the boy’s godfather. He had to stop.

Looking at Harry he said quietly, “Nothing really, I was over on the Astronomy Tower when I saw you over here.”

Harry still felt the remnants of \'Snape\'s Lessons\' with his wife and after accidentally brushing his barely softened self against Sirius\'s hip he backed away a bit. \"I was going to try to talk to Snape a bit when I saw he and his wife...heading to their rooms so....I thought I\'d visit Hedwig. Care to keep me company?\"

\"Of course Harry. Snape and that wife of his… Quite a pair aren\'t they?\" Sirius said. Moving closer to where the snowy owl sat on a perch. He reached over and stroked her soft feathers, instantly reminding him of the softness of James\' hair when he ran his hands through the raven mass so long ago. The assault of memories were taking their toll on his control, he could feel his cock coming to life under his robes.

\"You don\'t like her. Do you? Really, she\'s not that bad from what I can tell and she\'s had a lot to adjust to. She\'s just discovered that she\'s a witch.... and at 23 no less. Sirius, she\'d just arrived and was married to Snape in no time at all, a new witch and involved with the Death Eaters. That\'s a lot I would say. Give the girl a chance.\" He ventured over to Sirius and Hedwig beginning to stroke her feathers as well. There was silence for a few minutes. Harry\'s mind kept running around in circles causing him to stare into space.

\"Harry you are a better man than me.\" Sirius groaned at his own choice of words. His hand brushed Harry\'s as the pet Hedwig. He almost gasped at the almost electric shock of the innocent touch. He looked quickly at Harry. Had he noticed?

He might be the Boy-Who-Lived but he was still a boy and quickly becoming a man and the accidental touch brought it\'s own set of troubles to him. He wasn\'t sure if wanted to be the one who was forced into submission or the once in dominance but his teenage driven body was making futile demands on him. There was no one in his life that he was intimate with. Perhaps he should simply go back to his room for a temporary solution.

“Harry you know… you look more like your father every day.” Sirius said quietly. “Sometimes it is hard to remember that you are not him.”

\"Yeah...that seems to be a bone of contention with a few people.\"

\"I have noticed that but Snape seemncerncere about letting bygones be bygones. Before James and Lily got together he was quite a ladies man, I suppose it is no different for you. Anyone special in your life?\" Sirius said smiling.

\"No...\'Fraid not. I made the mistake of trying with Cho once but...that was a definite mistake. Want to walk with me back to my dorm? I need to get to bed soon and... It’s really nice having your company.\"

\"Sure, I\'ll walk you back. What, not even Hermione?”

Harry laugat tat this. \"Sirius, she\'s like a sister to me and besides... Ron is after her. That\'s how this whole thing got started with Snape and Lissa! Ron went to the restricted section of the library to get a recipe for a love potion or something and was caught by Snape just after he\'d picked up a book. It shocked the Dickens out of us that he found someone! The more I see them together though... the more I agree with the rumor that she\'s a female Snape and *well* suited for him.” Harry shook his head and closed his eyes seeing the scene again. “You should have seen them together earlier. Merlin!\"
\"What do you mean? What were they doing? Practicing their glares?\" Sirius smiled at the thought.

Harry trembled a bit. \"Not quite. Apparently Snape had chased her down to the dungeons...hunting her. Well, he caught her in the potions room and proceeded to tie her down on one of the worktables.\' Harry swallowed hard. \'He...Snape...transfigured a quill into a knife and he...he cut her clothes off of her. She loved it Sirius. I don\'t understand but… she wanted him to...she...\" Harry couldn\'t put what he had seen and felt into words. He was at a double loss because his own need was becoming painful as he was trying to talk to Sirius about this.

Sirius now knew more than he wanted to know about the great black bat\'s love life. But the thought of the illicit games people could play with a bit of well-placed magic enflamed his blood. \"I can understand it Harry. Games of Dominance and submission can be very rewarding not to mention intense. Don\'t write it off Harry until you have tried it with someone.\"

\"I think I\'d like to Sirius but...that\'s just the point. There is no one right now. I think I\'m simply going to bed right now and forget about what I saw.\" They\'d almost reached the portrait entrance to the tower by this time and Harry was feeling really anxious. He so wanted human touch but right now if he were touched that he\'d want to...and they likely wouldn\'t want to...and he needed to...and...

\"Harry, I am probably going to hate myself for even asking,\" Sirius qui quietly, \"how badly would you like to try it?\" Sirius avoided looking at Harry he didn\'t want to see the revulsion and hate that he knew would be there.

Harry was a little puzzled. \"What did you have in mind, Sirius?\" He asked this quietly in part because he didn\'t want to be overheard and in part because he was having troubles overcoming his own need... even for Sirius. *It \'has\' to Voldemort if I can imagine that!*

\"I was thinking that if you wanted to ah... experiment. I would be willing to help you out.\" Sirius flushed red. He couldn\'t believe that he had just propositioned his godson, his best friend’s only child.

Harry stood very still thinking fast yet no really thinking at all. His thoughts became like a maelstrom... chaotic and raging while in the center was perfect calm. \"Where?\" Whispered Harr
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\"Follow me.\" Sirus said sounding a lot more confident than he felt. He turned back up the hallway and came to a portrait of a great shaggy black dog and a stag. He gave his password quickly and when the portrait opened he said simply, \"After you Mr. Potter.\"

Curious, Harry allowed Sirius to guide him wondering what his godfather had in mind. He thought he had an idea but purposely refused to think about it formform the words in his mind.

Sirius followed Harry into his rooms pausing only to lock and silence the room. “Ah, Gods, Harry! Do you know how beautiful you are?” Sirius stepped up to the raven-haired boy and ran a hand down his cheek to his full lips, his fingers brushing over them.

Harry nuzzled Sirius\'s hand with his nose inhaling the older man\'s scent as he did so. Harry\'s need increased with Sirius\'s gentle touch and he even dared a small kiss on the fingertips of his godfather.

Sirius caught his breath at the feather light kiss Harry placed on his fingers. he slowly leaned in and replaced his fingertips with his lips. Harry\'s lips were soft under his own.

Harry was hesitant at first for Sirius\'s lips felt very different from Cho\'s then he kissed Sirius with all the ferocious enthusiasm of youth and it\'s impatience.

Sirius sank into Harry’s kiss and drank in the passion that he gave so freely. They broke apart slowly. Sirus struggled to catch his breath.

“So Harry, where would you like to start, dominant or submissive?” Sirius asked quietly.

Taking in precious oxygen, Harry shook his head. \"I don\'t know. You seem to know more than I... you call the shots.\"

\"Come on Harry you must have had something specific in mind. You won\'t shock me.\" Sirius said to the boy.

\"I\'m scared Sirius. I mean...I like this and I want to learn from you and all but.... how do I know this isn\'t something Voldemort inspired?\" The agony in Harry\'s voice was evident as his eyes pleaded with Sirius to tell him that this wasn\'t his deepest fear.

\"Oh Harry, this isn\'t evil or bad. I know that it is confusing but it is completely normal.\" Sirius said giving Harry a reassuring hug.

Harry allowed himself to be comforted by the embrace for a moment. \"You don\'t understand. This scar links me to him. When I saw Snape and Lissa I wanted to do the same to someone... or have it done to me. I don\'t know and I just don\'t want to find out that it is something that he inspired! I want it to be all me.... or not at all.\"

\"Harry, don\'t worry about it. Was your scar hurting at the time?\" Sirius asked.

\"No... I just wanted to be sure. Ths als all.\" Harry\'s kissed Sirius\'s lips gently, unsure if he\'d ruined everything or not. \"Dominate me... let me learn from you Sirius.\"

That was all Sirius had to hear, he grabbed Harry roughly and kissed him again knowing that tonight was going to be one to remember.

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Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room alone.

He had the Marauder’s Map in his lap and he didn’t know what to think. Harry was with Sirius, which wasn’t surprising, but the little dots were almost on top of one another. Hermione was with Malfoy near the dungeons; their dots were one over the other. Ron was incensed at this, she was his damn it! But he didn’t dare go down near the Slytherin dungeons alone.

He was tired now. He thought that in the last 20 minutes he had felt every emotion he could, curiosity, anger, rage, fear, and hurt. Ron sighed heavily, he would have to confront his friends in the morning.

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