A Tale of Two Wizards

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Betrayal of the Heart

Severus lifted her chin up, and kissed her throat, as he rolled his tongue around her flesh she moaned, and then rolled over, so that she was underneath him. He placed his hands on the mattress, and she spread her legs apart, and hitched them over his waist, and he took the invitation. He slithered his way into her depths, slowly, and gently making love to her, working up a sensuous sweat.

She picked up his hands and licked the sweat off his fingers, and he thrust into her, as she was sucking his fingers. She gasped, as he picked her up and kissed all the way down her body, and then he kissed her legs. He landed at her knees, and then he looked up at her his eyes glinting at her wickedly.

“Who’d have thought that the most annoying student in the history of the world could be the one to completely break my heart,” he murmured as he ran his rough lips on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He felt her legs shudder.

“Please, can we just get on with it,” she sighed. “Lucius could come back any minute now and I am no where near finished.”

Snape ran his fingernails up and down her legs making her sigh as she fell back on the bed.

“Oh no, Hermione,” he said purring dangerously. “I am not going to hurry up. I have been waiting for this since the moment we stopped after our first night.”

He breathed over her body, and stroked up and down her sides, as he landed on top of her. He began to fondle her breasts and sucked each one in turn, as she felt his manhood swell, and grow inside of her, as he thrust gently again. She clutched onto his hair holding him, gripping him, making him want more. She wanted so much for him to finish, as she knew she’d get loud any minute now.

“Severus, please, I can’t control myself anymore,” she moaned, as he climbed further back up, and then he captured her mouth in an absolute showstopper of a kiss. Their tongues played with each other; touching and pushing they flirted and danced. He picked up the rhythm during the kiss, and he pushed down into her, which encouraged her to push up into him making him groan.

Their lips and tongues continued to do battle with each other, as their hands wondered up and down each others bodies being as explorative as their tongues were. He rolled on his back and she was on top of him. It startled her.

“Go on, Mia,” he said hungrily. “Control me.”

Hermione blushed as she danced on top of him maintaining perfect balance, and he threw his head back into the pillows, and moaned, as softly as he could clutching tightly onto the covers. Hermione perched on his manhood as her breasts glowed in the faded sunlight. She picked up his big hot hands and circulated them around her breasts. He sat up and thrust into her again and again, the rhythm was getting harder and faster, and now he was kissing her chest, and she held him tightly. She was ready. But he was holding on. He continued going inside of her and making her his with each powerful manly thrust.

“SEVERUS!” She yelled.

He thrust a few more times letting their sweat mix and mingle with the saliva of their kisses.

“Oh Mia!” He breathed.

************

In their passion they’d forgotten to put a charm on the walls to silence their screams. Downstairs Ron, Harry, Ginny, Molly and Arthur heard what was happening. Ginny was actually blushing, but she looked at Harry who was trying to act like nothing was happening, and Ron was getting angrier with every scream.

“Right that does it!” He exclaimed through clenched teeth.

“Where are you going?” Ginny asked.

“I’m going to stop that sick bastard all right.”

Harry was silent during all this.

“Leave him alone,” Harry said, as he looked at Ginny. He remembered his mistake of last night. He had assumed the night before that all Snape wanted to do was impregnate impressionable young Gryffindorian women, but he was wrong.

“Can’t you hear what’s going on Harry?” Ron demanded.

A particularly loud scream from Hermione was heard.

“She’s nearly finished,” Ginny said.

“Mum, dad why aren’t you stopping it?”

Molly looked up from her knitting needles and gave a sly look to Arthur who blushed to the tips of his ears.

“Let her mother worry,” she said.

**************

“SEVERUS!” She screamed again and again, and the more he gave her the more she yelled.

They had orgasmed lots of times and neither wanted to let the other go, Hermione was getting dizzier and dizzier with each thrust, she held on tightly to him, scratching down his back whilst his nails dug into hers.

“MIA!”

They stopped. Their breathing was heavy and hair was plastered all over their faces.

“Wow,” Hermione breathed. “I think that we’re finished.”

“Oh, please, no I can carry on further,” he said.

“I don’t think I could and Lucius might be demanding, and I need some energy for him otherwise he might suspect something.”

“You don’t have to go back to him,” he said stroking her sweaty hair out of her face and framed it in his hands.

“I have to,” she said.

“Stay with me,” he murmured in her ear running his mouth against the edge.

“Now I know how Ingrid Bergman felt in Casablanca,” she murmured against the nape of his neck. She put her lips on the spot making his skin tingle with delight.

He buried his hands in the mass of brown locks. He held her close to him, and she held him close to her.

“I think I know that film,” Severus said. “And Lucius Malfoy is certainly NO Victor Lazlo.”

“Hmm,” Hermione said as she nibbled at his earlobe. “But you are a lot like Rick.”

He put her neck down and then petted it for a while. She moaned and rubbed her hands up and down his back.

“Come on,” he said. “You’re right, we have to finish now, although, I was hoping for a lifetime to do this with you.”

Hermione carefully slid off him, and then picked up her stockings, and sat on the edge of the bed and started dressing herself.

“I hope the pain is cured now,” she said softly as she put her robes back on.

“No,” he answered. “Lessened slightly, though.”

Severus got out of the bed and stood up and he was still naked, Hermione remembered when Lucius did this and she tried to look away. With Severus, she wanted to look. She weren’t embarrassed. He picked her chin up and looked down into her eyes. He tipped his head to one side and smiled. He walked off and put his black boxers back on and his robes, then the socks and boots.

Hermione watched her Hades get dressed. He fascinated her, and he was doing it deliberately slow to see her expression. He did up each button deliberately, and watched the disappointment in her eyes as he covered more of that wonderful body. He walked over to the door and opened it. She walked out, and he followed shortly after. They both walked down the stairs and into the sitting room.

Five pairs of eyes all with different expressions met them. Harry’s was a brotherly scowl, Ginny’s was a roll of the eyes and a naughty twinkle, and Hermione could tell she was making notes. Ron’s face was pale with anger and hatred, his fiery expression was directed at Snape. Molly’s and Arthur’s were a look of knowledge, and Molly’s look was tainted with a hint of disapproval.

“What?” Hermione asked.

“Next time, Hermione, dear,” Molly said. “Make sure you put a silencing charm on the walls.”

Hermione groaned, but Snape wrapped his strong arms around her waist. Oh, how she did love his touch, so warm, and so protective.

“Well,” he purred, as he kissed her cheek in front of everyone. “That should leave NO ONE in doubt about my feelings for her.”

“Do you have any idea when Blonde Pratt Sr is going to turn up?” Harry asked.

“No, he is with his Master,” Hermione replied. She nestled back into Severus strong manly chest.

“He can stay there,” Snape murmured. “Come on, let’s go out for a walk. There are things I want to discuss with you.”

Hermione looked up and nodded. He began walking with her in his arms, and she laughed. He let her go, and then they took each other’s hands and walked out of the door.

***************

Lucius, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Draco were stunned by what their Master had just told them.

“Are you sure Master?” Bellatrix asked.

“She can’t possibly have come from that far,” Draco said. “She’s a Mudblood.”

Lord Voldemort looked at the people he had chosen to call.

“I’ve checked,” he said sibilantly.

“How did you work it out Master?” Bellatrix asked.

“Ah, well, I had the delightful young woman in my company for a whole morning, and we were talking of my school days. It turned out my first murder victim was her aunt. Her grandmother’s sister! I thought it strange that two people from the same family in the same century should all of a sudden be at Hogwarts, so I decided to do some research before I decide completely what to do with her.”

“And?” Lucius asked.

“Well, Lucius, I have a knack for researching family blood. I wanted to double check. I am not lying. I have drawn up the family tree for her, she goes that far back believe me.”

Draco rubbed his forehead and sat down. He looked again at the family tree as if it would just explode, and their Master was playing some cruel trick.

“So, that is why she radiates power?” Lucius asked. His blue eyes twinkled merrily. She was his.

“Yes,” Lord Voldemort said. “I just wonder has anyone here tried to kill her?”

Lucius gulped a bit, but hid his gaze from his Master’s.

“Ironic,” Lucius said. “But surely the Basilisk would not have stunned her if her blood went way back.”

Lord Voldemort hissed.

“Ah, yes, the Diary,” he said. “She was a victim, and therefore this must surprise you further. Anyway,” he sighed. “The basilisk doesn’t differentiate between your common all garden Mudblood to a Lost Blood. Hermione Granger is Lost Blood, and her engagement to you, Mr Malfoy, is sufficient for me to accept her.”

“Accept her?” Bellatrix asked.

“As one of us Bella,” Lord Voldemort said. “So, I need someone to go and pick her up. She needs to hear the news for herself wouldn’t you say.”

Lucius got up, and was about to go, but Lord Voldemort stayed him.

“Not you!” He exclaimed. “I am not entirely sure I trust you, something tells me that some time between our plan and now you might have developed feelings for her.”

“I know where she is,” he said.

“Good then you can tell Rodolphus,” Lord Voldemort said.

“I will bring her here Master,” Lucius said. “I am only marrying her because I want my Mansion and my money back. You must understand that is the only reason why I am working hard to seduce her.”

“Yes, but, you enjoy her companionship,” Lord Voldemort said. “I wonder whose companionship she is enjoying now. Did she tell you exactly where she was going?”

Lucius shook his head.

“Just to see friends, but I know to whom she’d turn to if all else fails.”

“Yes,” Lord Voldemort hissed. “I wonder whom else might be there?”

Lucius narrowed his eyes.

“Snape,” he growled.

“My little pet rat has told me that Snape is getting cosy with the Order again, and he is even earning the respect of one Miss Weasley. I believe she was the girl who had the pleasure of my diary. She knows things no doubt, and is telling that Potter brat all my dirty little secrets. It would serve me better if you were to bring her here, too, Rodolphus.”

Wormtail shuffled into the room bearing a tray of drinks muttering.

“Hello Master,” he cowered down on the floor in a slimy bow. He placed the drinks on the table. Lucius looked at Wormtail.

“Wormtail where have you just come from?” he asked.

“From THEIR place,” he said. “I just watched a couple of interesting developments.”

“Really Pettigrew?” Lord Voldemort asked.

“Potter and the Weasley female have had their first night,” Draco sniggered in the background, Pettigrew continued on. “And I’ve just seen Snape and that Granger cow at it like rabbits, they could not stop!”

Lucius grabbed Pettigrew by the scruff of his scrawny neck and hit him against the fireplace.

“You’re lying,” he said fiercely.

“No I am not,” Pettigrew shivered.

“I’ve done my best,” he said. “Why would she seek him again?”

“No accounting for taste, Lucius,” Bella murmured. “I could see she was a grade O tart!”

“Shut up you!” Malfoy rounded on his ex sister-in-law. “Bring her back here Rodolphus!” He barked and his eyes were flashing burning anger, and he even managed to shrink Bellatrix back into the wall.

“What are you going to do to her Malfoy?” Pettigrew asked in a sniggering tone. “Overcome her with your blonde hair!”

Lucius sent a lazy hex Pettigrew’s way. He smiled as Pettigrew began sprouting snakes tails out of his ears.

“I am going to sex her mad until she realises that it’s me that she has to be with!”

“What if she objects?” Bella asked.

“The Weasley girl would be a good reason to make her love me,” he said. “She’s got a strong mind, and a strong loyalty to her friends,” Malfoy snarled.

Lord Voldemort’s lips curled at this.

“Yes,” he said. “Plus, she’s a good wench.”

“How do you know?” Bellatrix asked her Master, her dark eyes flashed jealousy.

“I’ve experienced her myself and she is a very good sheath for any mans weapon.”

Draco was bored by this conversation, nothing in the world would make him interested in Hermione Granger, but Ginny Weasley was an entirely different kettle of fish. She was pure for a start; even if she was a Blood Traitor, she was still pure. He looked at the family tree of Hermione Granger and decided that perhaps he could have fun torturing her as well.

“Where is she then?” Rodolphus asked.

“At a place called The Burrow, in Devon.” Pettigrew said. “They live there.”

Rodolphus nodded. He walked out of the house and apparated.

**************

Hermione was sitting against Severus, and he stroked her hair, they had said all what they wanted to say and were watching Harry and Ron practise passing the Quaffle to each other. They turned up and watched them racing on their brooms, Ginny was sitting the other side of Severus looking at Hermione with slight envy, as she wished she could snuggle up to Snape like that, she shivered.

“Hermione,” she said. “Why don’t we go for a walk, hmm?”

Hermione looked at Ginny and looked up at Severus.

“A few more minutes please,” she murmured, as she laid her head back on his comforting chest. Severus kissed the top of her head.

“Go on,” he said. “Talk to her.”

Hermione kissed him on the lips, and then wriggled out of his safe arms, and walked off behind a bush with Ginny.

“What do you want?” Hermione asked.

“Okay I’m going to spell it out to you darling friend of mine,” Ginny said. “He loves you, and you LOVE him, you don’t love Malfoy, and Malfoy most certainly does not love you.”

Hermione looked into Ginny’s eyes.

“But, I’m engaged to Malfoy.”

“If he were dead then you would have been Mrs Snape by now!” Ginny exclaimed. “You’d have done it secretly.”

“Yes,” Hermione said.

“So are you going to marry Malfoy?” Ginny asked.

“I – I’ve seen a side to him that you have not,” Hermione said.

“He’s charming you, Hermione,” Ginny said. “Did Snape charm you?”

Hermione thought back. He was a bit rough with her, and he was demanding, and angry and he was at times almost - but not quite - raping her. But, he never charmed her, he didn’t play any tricks, he gave her a choice, and she said yes. Malfoy, on the other hand, well, he charmed her well enough. He read the book out to her, he whispered and murmured his silvered tongue working its magic to make her his.

Ginny looked at her poor friend, and she felt she was lucky only having one to choose from, even if that one was sometimes a bit of a prat.

“Okay, is that it?” Hermione asked.

“Take that bloody ring off, and let Snape make you an offer,” Ginny said.

Hermione sighed, and shrugged her shoulders; she lifted her hands and twisted the ring. She was about to pull it off, but it sent sparks out. She swore the emerald snake eyes glowed, and the tongue flickered out lashing at the fingers trying to get it off her hand. Ginny gasped.

“What?” Hermione asked gritting her teeth with the struggle to remove the ring.

“Lucius Malfoy was no fool when he gave you that ring!” Ginny exclaimed. “He’s made sure you CAN’T become someone else’s. The only way I suppose to get the ring to come off is to kill Lucius Malfoy!”

“Interesting plan perhaps I can make it easier!” A soft voice whispered next to them.

Hermione grabbed Ginny and placed her behind her back.

“Get away from us Rodolphus!” She exclaimed.

“Lucius wants a word with you,” Rodolphus said. “And our Master wants a word with you,” he said turning to Ginny. “Pretty little girls aren’t you?” he leered.

He stunned them and grabbed them, and apparated away before anyone could capture them. But not before he dropped a piece of parchment.

Snape heard a blast, and his heart beat fast within his chest. He got up and ran behind the bush. Harry and Ron swooped down. Their views were covered by treetops over head. Underneath Snape’s feet lay a note.

‘She’ll be safe back in the arms of her fiancée and as for the redhead… well we can’t guarantee her safety.’

Snape felt a lump in his throat as he crumpled it up in his hands.

“Potter,” he said. “We have wasted too much time. It’s about time we kick some Death Eater butt! Leave Malfoy to me!”

He tossed Harry the note and Harry read it.

“Agreed, I’ll take Bellatrix!” Harry exclaimed. His green eyes glinting, and sparkling with anger, so hot that even Severus Snape felt he had been outdone.

****************

Ginny woke up chained to a wall, and her head was hurting, she turned and expected to see Hermione next to her. She got up. She heard someone enter the dungeons. She wriggled against the chains and struggled against some obvious curses that surrounded the cell.

The door opened and in walked a Death Eater, well, she snorted, she hardly expected Mary Poppins.

The Death Eater removed the mask.

“Ah, Weaslette,” Malfoy Jr drawled. “Potty’s girlfriend!”

“What’s that to you Malfoy?” She spat.

“My father has decided to have fun with his little tart,” Draco said.

“Hermione’s the victim there not your damn father!”

Draco slapped her in the face with a leather glove.

“I liked that sound,” he murmured. He slapped her again. “Now Weaslette,” he began as he laid an arm across her chest. “If you struggle you’ll only hurt yourself!”

Ginny kicked him in the balls. She managed to flick his wand by using her foot and she used it to free herself.

“The only one who’ll see me naked is Harry Potter,” she said. “He’s the only one good enough for me!”

She stunned Malfoy Jr. She had to get out of here and take Hermione with her!


A/N I love Ginny I just let you in on that! And I am 200% Harry/Ginny shipper!