Dance with the Devil

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*Warning!! Clichéd spanking imminent*

Chapter Thirteen: A Haven for the Devil

Hermione was surrounded by a grey fog which sensuously rolled over her body as she walked hesitantly through it. Her arms were stretched out in front of her as she felt for any obstacles and the fog took advantage of this position, swirling up under her arms, rubbing along her naked flesh before swirling around her erect, aching nipples.

She moaned and stopped walking to look down at her naked body. The fog had divided itself up into tentacle-like tendrils that wrapped themselves around her body, stroking and probing her. Two whisps lovingly wrapped themselves around her wrists before jerking her arms out to her side. Another pair swiftly followed their lead, but grasping her ankles and wrenching her legs apart.

With a cry Hermione collapsed backwards, her fall broken by the cushioning fog which enveloped her. Panting, she writhed, still bound by the ghostly tendrils, as her hips arched up, trying to find some release from her tormenting pleasure.

“Miss Granger! What do you think you are doing?”

The voice snapped out angrily and the fog dissipated, leaving Hermione standing, dressed in her Hogwarts robe. Turning around, she found herself standing in Professor Snape’s old Potions classroom, with the said, angry owner towering above her.

“Never in all my years as a teacher at this institute have I witnessed such depravity in any one student,” Snape continued as his robes swirled up behind him, making him look like an avenging angel.

Hermione looked around the classroom.

Percy Weasley sat in her usual seat, calmly cutting concentric circles into Penelope Clearwater’s breast.

Draco sat staring longingly at the raging professor whilst Neville Longbottom knelt before him, avidly working his mouth over the Slytherin’s erection.

Harry and Ron sat up the back playing a game of exploding snap on Ginny’s naked back.

“Assume the position, Miss Granger,” came the darkly erotic command from behind her.

Hermione immediately bent over, her head tucked up against her knees as her arms crossed over the back of her calves.

“Legs crossed, Miss Granger! At least try and make it more alluring!”

As her teacher lifted up her robes, Hermione shifted, crossing her right leg over her left.

“White cotton? Hardly appropriate for one so depraved,” was Snape’s sneering assessment as he ripped off her knickers.

Hermione moaned and rubbed her legs together, stimulating her already sensitive flesh.

“Count aloud for me, Miss Granger,” Snape’s seductive tone wrapped around her, causing a deep throb to resound from her body, originating from between her legs.

Hermione moaned as she felt his long, elegant fingers gently dance over her exposed buttocks.

The dancing fingers disappeared to be replaced by a sharp sting as the flat of his hand smacked her taut flesh.

“One, sir,” Hermione gasped out as those talented fingers delved down into her exposed, wet crevice, teasing her briefly with the promise of release.

Again, the crack of flesh hitting flesh filled the room.

“Two, sir,” she moaned as this time his fingers plunged down into her femininity before thrusting up inside of her.

“Is this what you want, madam wife?” his mellifluous voice queried, as he rapidly pumped his fingers in and out of her.

“No… no… sir,” Hermione stammered.

Suddenly she was thrust away from him and ended up falling gently onto a soft, flannel covered cloud.

Her husband appeared in front of her, his erection clearly evident beneath his robes.

“What do you want then?” he questioned, his devil’s voice luring her into debauchery.

“This,” she whispered, reaching out and caressing his straining flesh.

With a groan, Snape ripped off his robes, allowing Hermione to explore him fully. Leaning forward, she licked her lips before opening her mouth, ready to encompass him.

A sudden thump on an unseen door stopped her.

She turned towards the sound as around her the dream dissolved, leaving her extremely frustrated.

And embarrassed.

“Wake up, Granger,” hissed a horridly familiar voice.

Groaning, Hermione snuggled back into the warm body behind her as she clasped a pillow to her head, trying to muffle the intrusion and return to her dream.

Suddenly the pillow was wrenched off her head. She looked up to see an extremely pale Draco Malfoy glaring malevolently down at her whilst struggling to hold onto a book that was desperately trying to wrench itself out of his arms to reach her.

No, not her, she realised as she recognised the tome. Snape.

Ensuring Severus was still covered, she started to ease herself out of her husband’s clinging embrace while pushing back the covers.

“For fuck’s sake, Mudblood, put some clothes on,” Draco demanded just as Hermione realised she was naked.

“Gods,” the young, angry Slytherin continued, his gaze locked on her groin in horror. “Don’t you even shave?”

Mortified, Hermione looked around the room, trying to find her nightgown.

Just as she saw a glimpse of virginal white material pooled on the floor, she was pulled back into the curve of her husband’s body and the sheets were flipped back over the two of them.

“I assume,” Severus began acidly, “that there is an excellent reason for you to be interrupting our most agreeable dream?”

“Yes, I …” Hermione began only to be cut off as Snape gently covered her mouth with his hand.

Our dream? Hermione’s mind registered belatedly.

“Malfoy?” her husband queried, eyes remaining shut.

Draco glowered down at the entwined couple.

“Messages,” the young wizard responded curtly. “Phineas said she said not to visit until she sends further word, but that it is excellent news.”

“Who’s she?” Hermione mumbled against Snape’s hand. “What news?”

“Shhh,” Snape breathed into her ear, causing a shudder of anticipation to run through her body, as he pulled her even closer to him so she could feel his erection trapped against her back.

“And they want something too, but the book’s locked itself against me,” Draco continued, teeth clenched at the lust clearly evidenced by Severus’ actions towards his wife. “Finally, if it’s not too much bother, I need some more pain relieving potions.”

Sighing melodramatically, Severus wormed one arm out from under the covers and gestured for the book. In front of Hermione’s avid eyes, he thumbed it open to a seemingly blank page, grunted and banished it back to the shelves.

“You have been temporarily banned from using it due to misuse,” Severus informed his young comrade as his arm disappeared under the covers and curled around Hermione. His fingers automatically sought out and found a nipple and began to tease it mercilessly.

Hermione tried to stifle her moan of pleasure.

“The potions are clearly marked and set out on the kitchen table,” Snape continued, his voice deepening in desire. “Now go away.”

Face mottled with fury, Draco turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Severus rose up on one arm, quickly casting both a Locking and Silencing Charm before turning Hermione over onto her back.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured provocatively. “Ah yes, you were on your knees in front of me and I…”

“How do you know?” Hermione gasped as Severus flung the sheets off them both and gazed down at her naked form.

“Hmmm,” he replied distractedly as his hand abandoned her nipple to spear itself through her damp nether curls.

Lifting his fingers to his nose, he breathed in deeply before returning to plunge his hand between her legs.

“The dream,” Hermione whimpered as his fingers began to torment and torture her.

“The lessons,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her chest and attempting to inhale one of her breasts.

He twirled his tongue around her nipple, just as he thrust two fingers up inside her. Hermione sighed, closing her eyes and arching her back while spreading her legs wider, allowing him easier access.

He lifted his head from her breast and gazed down at her. It was the first time he had seen her thus in full daylight and the sight of her pleasure caused him to automatically grind his hips into her side.

“I cannot wait,” he murmured, shifting until he lay between her legs. “Trust me, madam, I will fulfil your dream another time,” he assured her as he removed his fingers and filled her with one thrust.

Hermione gasped as he entered her, and she arched up, wrapping her legs around his thin hips.

“Kiss me,” she moaned, as they began to thrust together.

In an instant, her mouth was covered with his and his tongue mimicked the movement of his hips, plunging in and out of her.

Whimpering, Hermione’s hands traced up and down her husband’s back before settling on his buttocks. As she thrust up her hips to meet him, her hands pushed him down, deeper into her.

Severus tore himself away from her mouth with a lust-filled moan and buried his head in her neck. He felt his imminent release rising and fought it back, frantically trying to bring Hermione to completion. Just as he felt himself let go, he bit into her neck and sucked. With that added stimulus, Hermione screamed, grasping him tightly to her as her nails dug into his bottom and drew blood.

Panting, Severus collapsed straight down onto his wife, relishing the feeling of her soft flesh cushioning him. His contented purr filled the room from him as Hermione stroked her hands up and down his back.

Finally, he raised his head to inspect the damage to her neck. His crooked teeth had left a deep impression which was already turning a deep purple, but he was relieved to see he had not pierced the skin. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he settled down on his side, drew Hermione into his embrace and closed his eyes.

“The lessons?” Hermione questioned, her voice still breathless.

It took Severus a moment to realise what she was asking.

“Sometimes a link can be forged between a teacher and student when undertaking lessons in Occlumency,” he explained, his voice replete with satisfaction. “They can be drawn into each other’s dream if they are both sleeping.”

“So, it was your dream then,” Hermione asserted, turning to look at his face.

His eyes remained closed but he raised one eyebrow.

“It must have been,” Hermione replied to his unanswered question. “I’ve never had a dream that was anything like that before.”

His eyes opened slowly and a sleepy smile crossed his lips. “Madam, you called me into the dream. When I arrived, you were being ravished by some randy fog.”

Hermione blushed and struggled to escape from his embrace.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, tightening his hold in her. “We are very much behind schedule, you know.”

Hermione’s blush deepened. “I’m messy,” she whispered.

Severus’ smile transmogrified from sleepy to devilish.

“Allow me to clean you up then,” he offered courteously as he rolled her back onto her back and spread her legs wide.

“What do you … oh!”

Severus smiled to himself as he felt his wife’s hands clutch his greasy hair as he lapped up the remnants of their passion. As her moans of pleasure filled the room, Snape reflected that owing a life debt to Percy Weasley had been the best thing that had ever happened to him.

*~*~*~*

That night the three of them sat around the small table in the kitchen, eating the dinner that Severus had prepared. It was the first Hermione had seen of the other two since Severus had left her after their second bout of sex? lovemaking? that morning.

“Are you going to tell me about what happened last night?” she finally burst out.

Swallowing his mouthful of food, Severus reluctantly shook his head.

“Not yet,” he confessed. “I need to be able to speak to someone else first.”

Draco shot him a quick look before concentrating on the food in front of him.

Hermione pushed her food around her plate, thinking.

“It’s the woman Draco was talking about this morning, isn’t it?” she realised jealously. “Who is she?”

“No-one you need concern yourself about,” Severus ineffectually reassured her.

Draco snorted and quickly shovelled more food into his already full mouth.

Hermione glared at him. “If you choke, I’m not going to help you,” she hissed.

Draco tried to sneer, but was unable to as his cheeks were puffed out with unmasticated food.

Hermione and Severus both rolled their eyes and focussed on each other.

“Do I know her?” she continued with her inquisition.

“I have said it is not your concern, madam,” Snape hissed, his hands turning white as he clutched his knife and fork.

Hermione glared at him, but he ignored her.

“Eat your food,” he ordered brusquely. “You need to keep up your strength.”

Breathing deeply and trying to control her suddenly irrational temper, Hermione calmly put down her utensils. “I’m no longer hungry,” she stated and rose to leave the table.

Snape dropped his fork as his hand shot out and grasped her by the wrist, hauling her back into her chair.

“Eat,” he ordered flatly.

Hermione twisted her arm, trying to break his grip. She felt her bones twist and creak, but could not get free.

“I don’t want to,” she cried as tears began to pool in her eyes. “Let me go!”

“Madam,” Severus began, only to stop as her tears overflowed.

“Let me go!” she sobbed.

He did and she raced out of the kitchen into the library where her sobs could still be heard through two closed doors.

“Women,” Draco snorted, reaching over and claiming her half-eaten dinner.

*~*~*~*

“It has been two days, madam.”

“I don’t care. We did it twice that day – that should cover it!”

Silence.

“I don’t want to.”

Silence.

“Who is she?”

Silence.

“Oh fine, have it your way!”

*~*~*~*

“Gods, woman! Where did you learn to do that? NO! Do not stop to answer.”

*~*~*~*

“I confess I am worried, Draco.”

“So am I. It’s been two weeks and no-one’s heard from her.”

“Phineas?”

“He knows something, but has been compelled not to tell.”

“Fuck.”

“Precisely, professor.”

*~*~*~*

The three of them were sitting in the library, ostensibly reading.

However, Hermione was continually watching Severus and Draco as their gazes perpetually roamed from the silent Floo, to the silent book, to a pendant that appeared and disappeared from around Draco’s neck.

Just as she was about to ask, once more, what was going on, both of the Slytherins hissed in pain and clutched at their left forearms.

Severus took time to press a heated kiss on Hermione’s lips and gently caress her breast before they left to face Voldemort.

*~*~*~*

Back at the Ministry, Severus and Draco fairly flew down the corridors. The laughter from the main room caused them to slow down and take a moment to compose their thoughts and demeanours.

As they entered the room and saw the cause of the Death Eaters’ amusement, Severus fought back the urge to Avada everyone in sight. Draco, after a tiny almost non-existent whimper, sneered at everyone.

“What is going on here?” Severus hissed as he strode forward, wrenching the half-naked Marcus Flint off the unconscious body of Hogwarts’ Headmistress.

“Ah, Snape, so glad you could make it,” Lucius greeted him as he strolled up to his nemesis. “And so kind of you to bring my son back to me.”

Draco, looking bored, focussed on a fixed point in the corner of the room. Snape, his hands trembling infinitesimally, drew out his wand and quickly had Minerva dressed again.

“The Dark Lord gave her to us to amuse ourselves until you arrived,” Lucius smirked. “However, maybe he forgot to summon you last night. I’m sure you would not have ignored a summons from our lord, would you?”

“Of course not,” Severus sneered, all the while screaming hysterically in his head. “I do not even presume to think that you know what he wishes me to do with her.”

Lucius’ smirk disappeared as Voldemort’s high laugh rang throughout the room.

“Ah Snape, you do amuse me,” the Dark Lord confided as he ambled through his minions.

Smiling down at the broken, abused body of Minerva McGonnagall, his smile became darker. “You will not require young Malfoy’s spell to outwit her for quite some time now.”

As the other Death Eaters laughed, Severus swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat and replied, “I believe you are correct, my lord.”

Turning away, Voldemort issued his command over his shoulder. “Fix her, would you Snape? Hogwarts has gone for nearly three weeks without its Headmistress now. I want her back there within five days.”

“My lord,” Severus intoned, bowing deeply. “May I take an assistant to help me brew the potions?”

Voldemort spun to face his follower. “I assume you mean Weasley, since you praised his potions’ making to the skies last we met. Unfortunately, Weasley had indeed helped Rodolphus recover from his first punishment without my consent. He would be of no use to you at all. Take young Malfoy – you two seem to work well together.”

Draco blushed as raucous laughter filled the room.

Gently gathering Minerva up in his arms and hiding his wince at the many broken bones he could already feel, Snape jerked his head in a bow to Voldemort before leaving with Draco trailing behind.

Neither spoke as they flooed back to Emmeline Vance’s old residence, but both noticed that the Floo flames when they stepped out had flickers of red amongst the green.

Hermione, having been in the kitchen indulging in a craving and drinking a pint of milk, screamed as she walked into the library and saw her former Head of House lying on the couch, unconscious and covered with bruises.

“Quiet, Mudblood!” Draco ordered.

Hermione bit her knuckles, trying to stem the anguished whimpering that escaped from her mouth.

“Well?” Draco asked Severus, the horror of the event causing him to shake intermittently.

Snape shook his head. “We cannot travel by Floo – it is being watched,” he explained for Hermione’s benefit.

He quickly ran his wand over Minerva’s prone body. “It is too much for me,” he confessed. “We will have to go.”

Draco nodded and Summoned the book. When it refused to open, he cursed profusely and stalked over to Snape with it.

“Wait!” he ordered as Snape opened it up. “I saw Aunt Bella in Diagon Alley the other day. She said Rodolphus is improving.”

“So?” Snape snapped irritably.

“So we cannot leave Hermione here alone,” Draco gently informed him. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I am sure the Dark Lord has banned …” Severus began, only to stop when Draco shook his head.

“He has worked without his permission before. Do you want to risk it?”

“No,” Snape agreed slowly. “Madam, come here.”

Still whimpering and in shock, Hermione followed his command, her gaze unable to be torn from Professor McGonagall. Juggling his hold on the book, Snape bent down and, with a grunt of effort, lifted Hermione into his arms whilst Draco moved forward and picked up his former Transfiguration professor. He then stood facing Severus who flipped open the book. Draco caught the opening half with the hand that had been curled around Minerva’s shoulder.

With a nod from Severus they both intoned, “The Haven.”

All four were sucked into the book.

Hermione screamed and closed her eyes as the world fell away from her. She desperately clutched at her husband, the only constant in this world. Suddenly with a loud crash, the world stopped spinning and Hermione found herself sprawled on top of Severus, who was groaning in pain, and looking at a huge sprawling Elizabethan manor house.

“Your … knee…” her husband gasped out, drawing her attention back to him.

Hermione quickly shifted off him and Snape automatically curled up, his hands clasping his abused groin.

“Way to go, Mrs Snape,” came Draco’s snide voice.

She turned, shocked at the moniker he had used, and saw him standing, still cradling the unconscious Minerva McGonagall.

“And here comes the cavalry,” he continued, voice still sardonic.

Turning, Hermione’s eyes widened as she saw who was spilling out of the manor and running towards them.

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A/N - you should all worship GinnyW and JuneW - it is their threats that keep this story rocking on!

You are now all caught up with the other site I post at so from now on, updates are only once a week (sorry - but it is a WIP)

Think yourselves lucky - I actually forgot to post one week and went on holidays. The howlers still found me.

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Anon- I\'m sorry that the story doesn\'t make sense to you. And no, I\'m not into torture, myself. I\'ve read the books and learnt my lessons from history. That is the sad, sad truth.