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Hermione felt warmth all around her. It was a strange but welcome sensation, especially after the chill of the Dementors. Hard male warmth was spooned against her legs and back and she could feel the gentle press of a hot mouth on ear. She snuggled deeper into Severus’s arms and he froze at her movement.

She felt the thick press of his erection against her buttocks and she bit down on her lower lip. Eyes closed she stretched out so he felt the sudden press of her curves against his hardness.

Severus stared down at the girl in his arms. He had to do it eventually. He was going to claim her soon. However, he could not help teasing her a bit. Once Voldemort gave her to him, he could have her forever. He licked her ear and she shuddered in delight.

Tentatively she rolled over to face him. Those bright inquisitive eyes stared into his and spurred him to move slowly. Severus gently brushed a hand over her belly and then lowers to the apex between her legs. He could feel the heat pulsing there, slow and steady.

Hermione stared at him with trust in her eyes, and Severus purred at her as his fingertips stroked her there. “Beautiful. So responsive, you were made just for me.”

He whispered the words and a lock of his silky black hair fell forward to cover his eyes. He dipped his head and drop a moist kiss on her nipple through her shirt. He breathed hotly against her flesh and her body stood at attention.

Hermione was sure it was an Unforgivable for Severus to be this hot as a teenager. She was drenched between her legs. Knowing that he was all hers for this moment in time made her body quiver. It was torture. It was an exquisite torture and Severus was the bastard that knew it. She moaned softly, her eyes dilated from pleasure.

His voice was soft as he spoke. He licked at her throat and nimbly unbuttoned her shirt with quick fingers. His voice melted her nether regions.

“You know some witches use a poison to get the effect your eyes have right now.”

He traces the outline of her moist mouth, staring into her eyes, darkened with lust. His cold lecturing tone so reminded her of the adult Snape that she just moaned in need, as she grew wetter,hotter and quite mindless.

“Belladonna. They say that it makes them look aroused. More fuckable.” Severus smirks coldly as he slides his fingers up her skirt and tugs down her panties. The brief contact of his calloused fingertips gently touching her center makes her quiver.

“Your eyes are so big I can see every bit of your arousal witch. You’re shameless but so very fuckable.” The shock of him saying the profanity and tenderness coupled with his fingers tracing up and down her thigh, as his voice teased her with its silky cruel tone, almost made her start to cry.

“Please….” Hermione struggled to press her legs together, shame infusing her cheeks with a blush as he exposed her desire and teased her arousal with such a cold indifference.

Severus smirked down at the wriggling bundle of pleasure that was Hermione Granger. He felt himself about to explode from her response to him. She was so free, so caring and so innocent. He was a Deatheater and she was completely aroused by him.

“You are so very hot, witch.” Severus stood up and slipped off his robes.

Underneath he was naked except a pair of black silk pants that fitted his lean whipcord body. His skin was as naked white silk wrapped around stone, carved and perfectly sculptured in every way. She had imagined but nothing came close to the real thing.

Hermione eyes glazed over at the sight of his chest and licked her lips appreciatively.

Severus was still a boy in many ways. Under the candlelight, the alabaster skin glowed with life and vitality, the startling thing was the grotesque skull mark that was on his lower arm.

Hermione flicked her gaze to the malicious evil that had already branded itself into his flesh. His eyes glowed with something malevolent as he saw her glance.

“Scared yet?” An unpleasant smile crept onto Severus's features.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and parted her legs at his obvious intent to intimidate her. Severus’s eyes traveled down to the pink center that flashed under soft curls and he narrowed his eyes.

“You forget Slytherin, Gryffindor’s aren’t afraid of anything.” Her voice held a sensual taunting that hid her desperate need.

Severus thought his heart would stop when she clasped her arms above her head arching her back so her breasts pushed out, the pink nipples swollen with her arousal and her eyes glowed with desire.

“If I was afraid of the dark, I wouldn’t be here Severus.” Hermione whispered.

Something meaningful lingered behind those terse words, but Severus could not think right now. Not staring between her legs at the heaven she was offering him.

He cursed under his breath and unbuttoned his pants letting them fall. He searched out her gaze to see her face. She looked startled and hungry. Not scared. He moved towards her and held her legs still as she parted them.

“Not yet.” His voice sounded strained and he bent his head and touched down on her center with his tongue.

Hermione gasped and arched her back. “What….what are you doing?” Hermione had never had someone taste her down there before and she mentally cursed her other lovers.

Severus greedily lapped up all the juices that she had spilled and encouraged more with every teasingly flick. Finding her clit, he bore down and sucked gently at the swollen nub. Hermione burst and flooded from the gentle pressure combined with his hands holding her legs apart forcefully.

“Merlin, you are so sweet.” Severus moaned as he captured more of her.

Hermione died that night. Died in Severus’s arms, repeatedly. The pleasure was so intense that she was sure that she was ruined for life. It made her so sad suddenly that this was all she would have with him. This intense boy for such a small time and then her life was over with him. Hermione swallowed her tears and begged with him.

“Please Severus, I need you. I need to feel you be a part of me.” Her words broke over his head and he raised himself up to look at her.

“Yes, Hermione.” The way he said her name almost broke her in two. She clasped his back and pulled him on top of her.

Severus met her eyes and sounded unsure as he spoke for the first time. “It will hurt. I will try not to make it to painful for you.” His worried eyes met hers and she pressed her face trustingly into his neck. “I trust you.”

Severus jerked at her words and he eased into her hot tightness, the wetness helped a bit but it was painful since he was thick.

Hermione whimpered and he kissed her mouth soothingly and thrust all the way into the hilt. Hermione’s scream tore through her lips and into his mouth and he licked and kissed her as the pain subsided.

Severus felt a deep satisfaction at the feeling of owning her. He was her first and she would never feel this way with anyone else. He slowly pumped in and out of her. His insides convulsing as the pleasure built for him.

Hermione moaned slowly and he could tell it was pleasure. He worked her harder, forcing his hips to rise up and meet her clit with every hard jolt. Sweat began to pour down his back as he rode her.

Hermione began to clasp his back driving him deeper inside her wet hot center. He could feel her body thrumming with pleasure, poised before it exploded and he jerked as he spilled inside her.

He panted heavily careful not to crush her with his weight. She squirmed in the last throes of her orgasm beneath him and he felt the blood.

The blood... Voldemort’s blood. He had to act quickly. He leapt off her and rushed to get a vial. Hermione still spasming rolled slightly from his abrupt departure.

Severus scooped the spilt blood from the sheets and deposited it into the vial. He could not look up as Hermione came around and noticed what he was doing.

He waited for her rage, the tears and worse the hatred. He straightened replacing the cap on the top of the vial. He turned away from her unable to look at her beautiful trusting eyes inevitably filled with betrayal.

Hermione finally spoke. Her voice was without malice but it sounded dull even to Severus’s ears. “I don’t regret it.”

Severus nodded but his eyes could not meet her face.

He could not explain the terrible feeling. Like he had betrayed her. Worse, as if she had done it knowing he would betray her. She was so accepting of it. He struggled with himself. He was filth. He was vile and weak compared to her unending courage and strength. He was… crying.

Severus looked in shock at the tear that splashed on his hand holding the vial.

He finally worked the courage up to look at her but Hermione had fled the room long before.






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