Blood of the Virgin Witch

Blood of the Virgin Witch


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What Was That?


Hermione was awakened by a loud knocking at the bedroom door.

“Severus?” called a voice.

It was Dumbledore. Severus didn’t move. ioneione grabbed him and did her best to shake him. He stirred sleepily but she could not wake him. The knocking continued and she became worried that the headmaster would enter the room. While she was not ashamed to own her lover, she did not wish to be seen in his bed.

Slipping out of the bed quickly, she picked up Severus’ teaching gown and wrapped herself in it. Opening the door a crack, she slid out to face the visitor.

“Miss Granger, are you unwell?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Tired,” she said. “Actually now you mention it, I feel quite grotty.”

“Where is Severus?”

“He’s in bed. You woke me with the knocking but you didn’t wake him. I tried to shake him but he’s so much bigger than me I can’t do it very well. What time is it?”

“It’s twenty to nine. Severus should have the Sixth Years in five minutes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. We must have slept right through the alarm.”

“I was concerned, Miss Granger. I felt a powerful disturbance in the magical energy of the castle last night. I tried to investigate but I could not find the source of the problem. There seemed to be no difficulties so I went back to bed. However when you two did not make an appearance at breakfast this morning I was quite worried.”

“We felt it too. I think it was us.”

“What did Severus say?”

“We didn’t talk,” she said, blushing.

“Should I take that to mean that you were communicating in some other way?” he asked calmly.

Hermione’s face was as red as a beetroot.

“I’m not asking in order to embarrass you, Miss Granger,” he said kindly. “I need to know what has happened to you both. It could have serious repercussions. I’ll give you a few minutes to compose yourself while I go and dismiss the sixth years. When I get back to you I’ll order you some breakfast and we’ll talk about the matter in strict confidence. Is that all right?”

“Yes Professor,” said Hermione.

Hermione took advantage of his temporary absence to dress herself in yesterday’s uniform before sitting in one of the leather armchairs in front of the floo. How on earth was she going to talk to Dumbledore about what had happened?

She closed her eyes and memories of the night began to come flooding back. Dear God, how could she ever make the headmaster understand?

“Miss Granger?”

Professor Dumbledore’s voice startled her awake.

“I’m sorry. I’m just very tired.”

“I’m cancelling all Potions classes for today,” he said. “If Severus needs sleep then he can have it. I will send a note to your professors too. If Poppy were here she’d be telling me off for not sending you straight back to bed.”

Hermione tried to smile at this and sat up straight in her chair. Just then a house-elf materialised in the room laden with hot buttered toast, honey and breakfast tea.

“I took the liberty of ordering before I woke you,” said Dumbledore. “I think you are in need of something sweet if you’re to stay awake for interrogation.”

“Thank you,” she said. “It does look appealing.”

Dumbledore began to pour while Hermione served herself with toast.

“At what point last night did you become aware that something was unusual?”

Hermione couldn’t bring herself to even look at him.

“From your reaction I can probably guess that you were making love. Is that correct?”

She nodded.

“Hermione, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It is a perfectly normal activity for a young adult witch. Furthermore it is obvious that you and Severus love each other deeply. There is nothing you can say that is going to shock me.”

Taking a deep breath she began to speak,

“Severus and I… we were talking earlier about the kind of things we would have to do together for Voldemort to see in his mind…. To be convincing. Severus thought it would be useful if he could show him images of me pleasuring him with my mouth. I’ve never done that but I decided that if I was going to learn … I’d learn for Severus’ pleasure rather than the ruse… so I asked him to teach me… and it was when… when he released… I swallowed his seed and then that’s when it happened.”

“And what precisely did happen, as far as you were aware?”

“There was a blue glow around us. It was a purple-blue. I could feel powerful magic, in the air and within me and I think in Severus as well but I can’t really be sure about that. He was different… I can’t quite explain… I couldn’t look away from him. I had some of his semen on my face and… he fed it to me. The glow got stronger. We didn’t speak… it didn’t seem necessary. When he finished feeding me he pushed me down on the bed and we made love and it went on and on. I can’t remember specifics… it was liked we were drugged in a way. I don’t even know how long it went on for… it seemed like forever. That’s really all I can tell you. Do you know what it was?”

“I think I do. From your description it is an ‘essential joining’, sometimes referred to as ‘Natura Confundere’.”

“I’ve seen the latin somewhere. What is it exactly?”

“It’s an extremely rare type of marriage. By rare I mean a ‘once in every two hundred years’ kind of marriage. It requires no verbal consent or third party. What has happened is that the magic inside you has mated with the magic inside him to bind you together.”

“We can’t be married. We’ve only been together since Saturday. How did it happen?”

“It’s reckoned to be a spontaneous occurrence, and a great blessing, but I would say that the brewing of Merlin’s potion has played a part.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Merlin deflowered his virgin as she lay bound and bleeding on the altar. He is said to have been obsessed with her and they achieved ‘essential joining’ within a month of the brewing. It seems too much of a coincidence that this should happen to you without the potion playing a part.”

“Did Merlin rape his virgin?”

“History does not make that clear. Although it would have sporting to untie her first, if you ask me. In theory the ‘essential joining’ would not have happened if the partnership were not ‘meant to be’ in the greater scheme of things.”

“So we’re meant to be?”

“If history and tradition are to be believed.”

“I can’t believe this. It can’t be happening. It’s not fair! It can’t be legal.”

“It is too rare to be written into law law certainly. Are you not happy with the idea of being bound to Severus?”

“Will I always love him?”

“On the whole, yes. I’m not saying it will always be easy. Severus himself is about as difficult as a Wizard gets. However you always find yourselves drawn to reconciliation because you are spiritually joined. Neither of you will find it possible to love another and balance between you will always be restored. It’s said that the bond survives death. You will naturally reject any other partner and your children will be very powerful because they have been born of a unified energy.”

“Oh God! Children! I’m still at school! How on earth am I going to break all this to him when he wakes up?”

“When he comes to, he may well recognise it for himself. He has been researching Merlin after all. Consuming his essence may have triggered it last night but it was waiting to happen. There is nothing either one of you could have done to prevent this in the long term. Not once the potion was brewed and even then you may have had the potential.”

“Why Severus and not Harry? Harry got the full dose of the potion. If it’s to do with that, why was it Severus I’ve joined with?”

“I don’t know but I would hypothesise that it’s related to the brewing as well as the consuming. You never wanted Harry did you?”

“No. If I’m honest I only ever wanted Severus from the moment the potion was brewed. Wre dre drawn together before he even drank it. Perhaps Merlin’s virgin was the same.”

“Let’s hope so. I’m going to leave you alone now Hermione. Get some rest. If we need to cancel classes tomorrow, so be it. Look after your husband and pray that he doesn’t get summoned until he’s over this.”


Hermione suddenly felt a leaden weight in her stomach at the idea of sending her husband to Voldemort in a weakened state. She’d rather die a thousand deaths. Was this what the bond was like?

She walked into the bedroom. Severus had turned in his sleep and thrown out an arm as if in search of her. She looked at him as he lay there. His face was elegant in repose; his inky black hair spread over the green silk pillowslip and one stray lock was poised over his prominent nose, trembling with each breath.

She remembered their couplings in the night. Instinctive, natural, right! If Dumbledore was right then they were married, irrevocably bound. Was it a bad thing?

Even as she pondered she felt a compulsion to have physical contact with him again. She got into the bed, still clothed, moving his hand out of the way so she could get closer to him. He sensed her presence and adjusted to it wrapping an arm and a leg over her. She relaxed immediately and fell asleep beside him.

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Severus woke up just before midday to him himself embracing a fully dressed Hermione. He felt more hung over than one glass of champagne seemed to deserve. He saw the time and realised that he had missed all his morning classes.

He stroked Hermione’s cheek to rouse her. She tried to brush his hand away at first but then opened her eyes.

“Given the fact that you’re dressed, I’m going to assume you know more about what’s going on than I do. Please explain.”

“Professor Dumbledore and I couldn’t wake you this morning. He came down here because of the… magical disturbance last night. I got dressed and had a meeting with him and he gave us both the day off to recuperate.”

“Did he explain to you what the disturbance was?”

“He told me what he thought it was.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said it was probably an ‘essential joining’. From what he said I understood that our magical essences have joined so it’s a kind of marriage.”

“I think he’s right. The ‘Natura Confundere’, I have read about it. It’s very rare. I don’t have very detailed recollections of our activities and I had almost no control. I imagine it was the same for you.”

“It was. I remember tasting you and then you fed me and there was the glow and then we had intercourse and it was so prolonged I completely lost track.”

“And you had to explain all this to Albus?”

“I was very embarrassed.”

“I didn’t hurt you did I? I’m so much bigger than you and I wasn’t in control.”

“I’m not hurt… just tired. When Professor Dumbledore told me it was all a bit of a shock. I always imagined if I got married I’d make the decision and have a long engagement and Muggle stuff.”

“Muggle-born nonsense! This joining is considered to be the preserve of the utmost elite of our society. Flamel and his wife were the last Britons to have it. It is for unions of the great. We have been truly blessed. Do you have any idea of what this means to a man like me?”

His tone was excited, even gleeful and Hermione suddenly hated him for it.

“I suppose I don’t quite get it yet,” she snapped. “The last thing I expected to be told this morning was that I had been eternally wed, beyond death, to a man who might die at any moment.”

He had a look on his face that looked as though she’d stabbed him in the belly with a knife and twisted it.

She couldn’t look at him any longer. She pulled away hurriedly, rushed to the sitting room and flooed up to her own room.

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